A/N: Alright, this is my work so if I want to add a pic, collage, or gif I'm gonna put it in. If you don't want to see it or they bother you than read it on Fanfiction. They don't allow it and my stories are there as well minus the additions. Otherwise, as kindly as I can possibly say it, please shut the fuck up. If you don't like it, you don't have to be here. Have a nice day and stay safe!

Now Back To The Story

"It's strange to think after all this time, they have found each other." The doctor says as she sits with the short haired blonde girl.

"I suppose so. Will she be ok?"

"Yes, the wound was deep and she lost a lot of blood but fortunately you took good care of the wound on the way here. She'll need plenty of rest though too much movement and the stitches will pop, reopening the wound. You got her here in plenty of time and with the medication collected for Philip there shouldn't be worry for infection." Simone released a breath of relief.

"Have you helped many people?"

"I try to help anyone I can but there are not many people left to help."

"Do you live here?"

"Only for the last year or so. The traveling is hard on Philip especially as when we had first began he needed physical therapy. Considering the circumstances I was the one giving it to him." She breathed out a small laugh. "I had no idea what I was doing but we made it work. Of course his recovery was probably twice as long as it would have been otherwise but we made do."

"Do you have a family?"

"I used to." Margarite's lips thin as her eyes find Philip sitting after finishing his talk with the young man that is walking outside with his bag. Martin is his name, if I remember correctly.

"They died?"

"My husband and two children. They would have been a little younger than you. The rain took them."

"Are you ok?" Martin looks up momentarily to see Beatrice a few feet away. He sets his bag down on the ground and breathes in the fresh air.

"Bella's going to be alright." Beatrice turns her body to fully face him.

"Are you ok?" She asks him again. I don't care about her, damnit! It would have made things so much easier if Ida hadn't been there, you would have been mine. You were supposed to be mine! I had been right there so close to having him inside me. If she hadn't been there he wouldn't have been able to resist then he would have given in and fucked me the way a man should. Not that gentle shit he does with her. Those gentle little thrusts as if the bitch would break if he let loose. But I wouldn't and he would've been hooked once he'd had me and even if he wasn't he never would have never been able to go after her. He would've given up on her the moment his cock was in me. God, the things I would do to him, to him and Rasmus, if they would just take their eyes off that bitch!

She didn't bother to remember that it was in fact her that had woken him up even if accidently while in truth, trying to rape him in his sleep. It was completely impossible for her to even conceive him being a good enough man that he still would have gone after Bella-Donna and told her everything despite it meaning he would lose her. She didn't accept the fact that even if Ida had never been there or Martin had never woken that he still would have rejected giving into her seduction. After all, no other guy had done so before so what was it that made him different? What was it about Rasmus? Beatrice couldn't help wondering what it was that made them so immune to her. What did Bella-Donna Winther have that she didn't? The both of them. That's it.

"Bella's alright. There was never anything wrong except that fact being endangered." He tells her not bothering to look her way again. A small smile remains on his lips knowing his Belle was going to be alright and that their little family had gained back someone who had been so important to them before the rain had torn separated them. "Why do you ask?" Beatrice sucks at her teeth before moving closer sure that her newest plan would send either of them straight into her.

"You could learn something from Rasmus." She says causing Martin to pause. Got you.

"Ok. What might that be?" He says looking up from where he was kneeled down rummaging through his bag.

"To express your feelings." Beatrice tells him in her most sincere tone.

"Funny. My feelings only need to be clear to one person and I assure you she knows them."

"Does she?" Beatrice questions letting the question sit but continuing before Martin can do anything more than raise a brow at her audacity. "If I was in her position I-"

"You're not."

"But if I was, I wouldn't be stringing that kid along. I doubt she even notices she's doing it." She adds in quickly seeing that he's about to interrupt before finishing. "Still, it does make you wonder? Not even a little?" Martin stands then closing his bag and rising to his full height and taking a step towards her.

"No, it doesn't. Bella-Donna isn't string along anyone even unconsciously. Before you make a bigger fool of yourself let me tell you now. Belle and I have no secrets. There isn't anything to know, that I don't already know. Don't test me, either of us really. You won't win, Beatrice." He tells her before walking away.

Back Inside

"Where are you going now?" Margarite asks Simone as she finishes making tea from some leaves she'd acquired when her and Philip had stumbled upon an old tea leave shop that was still in decent condition and had a number of leaves stored in airtight jars.

"Err . . . Norrkoping."

"Oh. What is there?"

"Our dad." Simone tells hers her as she waits patiently for the doctor to turn back with the water. "He works for Apollon." She never notices Margarite pause.

"What's your dad's name."

"Frederick." She says as she plays with the mug in her hands. "Frederick Andersen."

Margarite lips open but no sound escapes her as she looks up from what she is doing to an old wallet sized photo she had pinned on the wall across from her near one of Philip and his daughter smiling in front of their cottage. The photo her eyes locked on however was the one that showed herself smiling happily with her husband and two daughters after spending the day at Bakken. In her mind she could hear their cheers and shouts of joy turn into screams of pain and despair. She could see their smiling faces twisting with pain and horror at the realization that they were going to die. She could see them reaching out for her and begging her.

"Actually, there is one more thing we need for Bella-Donna."

"What is it?" Simone sits up at the though Donna might need something. Despite not liking the ways her old friend had changed she couldn't help it. Maybe, it's just Martin. If I could just get her away from him she'll go back to me sweet Donna. I'm sure of it.

"She needs a tetanus shot. I haven't got it here, but it's close by. Do you mind accompanying me?"

"No, not at all." Margarite smiled when Rasmus offered to join as well. She led them out where a number of their group sat outside. Simone paused when she saw the questioning looks as she held her and Rasmus' jackets.

"Donna needs a shot. We're going to go get it."

"Should I come along?" Martin asked the doctor.

"No, it will be fine. It's just a short walk and there is no one else in the area. There's some tea inside, please help yourselves."

"It's right over here."

"Careful, Rasmus." Simone says seeing the incline only for him to roll his eyes. "What is this place?" Simone asked after taking in the numerous tents set up. until she sees Margarite place her hand on a scanner with the Apollon logo at the bottom right corner. "You have access to that?"

"Mhm." Margarite sounds in acknowledgement before the scanner bleeps a final time and the bunker door lifts. Margarite steps aside revealing the scanner's screen

Access Granted

Johansson

Division 45

"You worked for Apollon?" Simone asks.

"I used to."

"Did you know our, dad?" Rasmus hesitates only slightly on the word not knowing a better one for the man who had left them in that bunker, the man that left Donna without knowing if she'd make it somewhere safe. He didn't want that kind of man to be his dad and he didn't want a sister who lied to him but that is what he had. He feels guilty for being mad with them both. Is it wrong to be mad with them? Is it wrong that I want Donna to be my family but still have her like Martin does? I can't even talk to Simone about this and the person I could talk to about it is the person I have these feelings about.

"We weren't in the same department."

"But you must know him. He's been there from the start." Simone responds

"I didn't know your dad." Margarite tells them again. "Ok, come on."

"But its-"

"Just stop it, Simone. Donna needs this shot so let's get it and then we can go. She's helping us. She's helping Donna." Rasmus tells his sister as he ignores the bad feeling building inside him. He can't help questioning why he feels this way as he walks down into the bunker with Simone a few steps behind him. Why do I feel like something is wrong?