Greece 1982

"May the rest of our lives, be the best of our lives" that was always the theme for the Dynamos. They clinked shot glasses and each took the drink. Rosie shivered from it. Donna made a face, and Tanya- well, she was used to taking shots on the regular so it didn't really bother her. The girls were celebrating a much needed reunion between them.

The Dynamos were back together again. Even though Donna had a toddler nothing prevented her from performing with her girls. Sophie loved music and would often be seen dancing along with the band.

This time Sophie was with her namesake; Sofia and everyone was glad she was because no one was prepared for this to happen.

The Dynamos were performing Mamma Mia and had just climbed up onto the bar to do their routine. They were all having a blast and dancing around until Tanya slipped in some beer. All they heard was a shriek before Tanya was crashing to the ground. The music was still playing but all three singers had gone silent.

Rosie gasped when she saw the brunette face down on the concrete. Rosie's first reaction was to cry. "We've killed her! We've lost Tanya! What are we going to do?" Large tears rolled down her cheeks as she was helped down from the top of the bar.

Donna's first instinct was to hop down and pray Tanya hadn't broken anything. She yeeted to Tanya's side and kneeled next to her and checked for a pulse. It was rapid and Donna was actually afraid to turn her over.

She leaned down. "Tanya?"

Tanya lifted her torso up with a very visible sign of pain on her face. For one she was ready to cry. Two, her nose was bleeding.

Donna was still waiting on the three. She knew it was going to be a sob and she knew it was going to be loud enough to hear in South America. She could tell Tanya was holding her breath. She almost put a hand on her back but retracted it when Tanya's loud cry rang out. It made everyone jump.

"She's alive!" Rosie cheered, quickly kneeling next to her. She noticed the blood and backed away.

Tanya couldn't say much but she did manage to say, "My knee!" Someone would've thought she was being murdered from the way she had screamed. Honestly, Tanya just had a loud voice and the pain was that bad.

"Your knee?" Donna was afraid to know what this meant but she reacted anyway since no one else was of any help. It seemed like the bar had mostly cleared out. Donna instructed Hector to get medical attention while she and Rosie did what they could with Tanya. "Can I roll you over? I need to see."

Tanya nodded and allowed her friends to help. She rolled onto her back. Everyone was relieved to see there wasn't any blood. "My pants are getting tight. It's swelling." She panicked. Her sobs continued between her sentences.

"Or maybe because you got them two sizes too small." Rosie muttered.

Donna smacked Rosie on the back of the head. "It could be broken! Get me a knife. I'll cut the pants off."

"Donna we just made these!" Tanya cried. She had mascara running down her face along with her nose blood.

"Tanya, I don't think you're in any position to worry about some fucking pants when your knee is possibly broken. Rosie! The knife!"

Rosie hit her head under the bar when Donna yelled. It startled her. "Quit yelling at me! I didn't break her fucking knee!" She walked out from behind the bar and handed Donna the knife.

"Donna I could just take- take them off." Her voice broke, quivering at the end of her soft spoken sentence.

"And just prance around in your underwear?" Donna countered.

"With a broken knee I highly doubt she'll be prancing anywhere for awhile." Rosie handed Tanya some paper towels to wipe her face and possibly catch some blood.

"Just do it. I don't care. Rosie sit by my head." As soon as Rosie followed instruction Tanya laid her head in Rosie's lap. Tears were still steadily flowing from pained eyes.

Tanya was already a sobbing, bloody, mess. How much worse could it get if Donna cut her bell-bottoms?

They both watched as Donna cut a slit up Tanya's pant leg. She cut everything off that covered the knee. All three girls winced at the sight. Tanya's kneecap looked nonexistent. There was no blood just gradual swelling and a caved in knee.

"Where is your kneecap?!" Rosie exclaimed.

Donna loved Rosie but she wished she could just turn her off for a little while. Rosie wasn't the best person in a crisis. She could see how pale Tanya had gone. Rosie had clearly scared her even more than she already was. Donna was actually surprised that Tanya had made it that long. Everyone knows that as badass as Tanya is she can't handle the sight of blood at all. Tanya was squeamish when Donna gave birth to Sophie.

"I- I-" Tanya swallowed. She was feeling dizzy. Everything was starting to blur as her head spun. Then the room went dark. Her eyes rolled back and she went limp in Rosie's lap.

"Well, shit." Donna said.

Present

After a long night in the hospital, Tanya was finally waking up from emergency surgery. Her knee had been shattered worse than it was the first time. That, along with the glass was an intense procedure. Rosie and Donna spent the whole night pacing. Sky, Sophie and the three dads had shown up for support and to bring food- not that they felt like eating anyway.

"She's awake?" Rosie gasped and waved a hand for Donna to follow her. The nurse informed them of her condition and the aftercare.

Donna was relieved to see Tanya even if she was just barely awake. "Hey, Tanya. How do you feel?" She placed a hand on Tanya's arm. She saw the bandages on her palms from the glass wounds.

"I've been drugged." Tanya slurred. "I feel so good." She giggled.

Donna and Rosie shared a look and laughed at their friend.

"You took quite a fall there, my love." Rosie said. She brushed a hand through Tanya's hair, putting her bangs back in place.

"At least I didn't break the stretchy one." She mumbled. She felt Rosie starting to pull her hand away so she grabbed it and held it to her cheek. "No."

Rosie chuckled and continued to let her fingertips dance over her features. She brushed over her cheeks, brow bone, and eventually just pressed multiple kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

"Did I pass out this time?" Tanya asked. She took Rosie's hand from her face and held it in her own. She was having a hard time remembering anything after the fall. "I don't remember anything." She started to play with Rosie's fingers. She pressed them to her mouth to kiss her fingertips.

"Not initially. You didn't pass out until just before the ambulance came. That's partially from the blood loss though." Donna explained.

Earlier that night…

"Oh god, at least it's not the stretchy leg." Rosie said, trying to relieve the tension in the room.

"You are such a fucking idiot." Donna tried not to laugh at the joke until she saw Tanya laughing through her tears. "Seriously, what the hell?"

"I guess I'll be here for a while." The first time she had broken her knee she had stayed in Greece for months to recover.

"Hey, all you need in Hollywood is one good leg right?" Rosie said as she took a napkin to catch Tanya's tears.

"I need you too." Tanya replied. She pushed herself to sit on the floor. She didn't even want to look at her knee. She was not up for passing out. She had made it this long without fainting. Maybe she was getting over that part in her life.

"Well, shit." Donna mumbled. She said it to herself so she didn't alarm Tanya. She saw the pieces of glass in her skin. She couldn't see the shape of her knee through the blood but she could tell it was broken from the tears rolling down Tanya's cheeks.

Rosie gasped when she saw it and Donna clapped a hand over her mouth. "Stay calm." Donna whispered.

Rosie nodded and turned away from it as Donna removed her hand. "Focus on me, darling." She said gently. "Don't look." She instructed.

"I don't feel so good." Tanya just barely said as she almost fell back.

Rosie caught her. "No, no. Stay awake. It's okay. It's fine. Everything's a-okay. No one is panicking. Talk to me, baby."

"My hands hurt."

"You've got bits of glass in them."

"I fucking know." She rolled her eyes. Tanya's hands weren't bleeding nearly as bad as her knee was. Her palms had tiny cuts and scrapes that could just use a bandaid.

Before the girls could say anything else, help arrived and lifted Tanya onto a stretcher. "Is that all my blood?" She asked. She had turned her head to look at Rosie but saw a pool of blood where she had fallen.

"Afraid so." Rosie admitted.

"Oh, no." Tanya paled. The room started to go dark.

"Rosie! She was doing so well!"

Rosie jumped from Donna's voice. "What? She asked."

Tanya passed out on the stretcher.

Donna took one look at Tanya, "Well, shit."

Present.

"So I slept through all the action? The boat ride and everything?"

"It's probably best you did. With the amount of pain you were in they were surprised you didn't go into shock."

"I'm surprised you didn't pass out sooner." Rosie added.

"At least Donna didn't have to cut my bell-bottoms. Wait- what happened to my dress?"

"There was blood all over it so the EMTs tossed it out. Don't worry, Sophie ordered another one just like it." Donna informed her.

"What happened to your clothes?" She asked. She remembered them dressed in different outfits to perform for her.

"Also splattered with blood." Rosie said. "The Dads brought us some supplies. We wouldn't have dreamed of leaving your side." She brushed a hand through Tanya's hair. She watched as Tanya's face immediately softened under her touch. It made her smile.

"You love me." She stated.

"I do." Rosie confirmed. "I love you so much that before you decided to break your knee, I had decided I was going to move to New York to be with you."

"You're coming to New York with me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Like to be with me?"

"Yes."

"Wow." Tanya swallowed. She had just looked down at her hands, noticing one of the bandaids was in need of a change. She paled at the sight of it. "My uh- the hand." She tried to say but she couldn't quite form words with the nausea setting in.

Donna furrowed her brows. That wasn't a very Tanya-like reaction. It wasn't as enthusiastic as she had hoped. Her heart picked up when she saw Tanya's eyes rolling back.

Rosie was just as confused as Donna. Had she done something wrong? She was about to ask when she saw Tanya slipping into unconsciousness. She immediately started calling for the nurses.

"Well, shit." Donna sighed, not entirely sure what was going on.

"It's the blood-her hand. She must've seen it bleeding." Rosie inferred.

"Bill, for the last time the wheelchairs are for the patients!" A nurse yelled out.

"The patient is right here!" He called back.

Tanya wheeled past him. "She's winning too!"

Wheelchair races had become their thing over the last two days Tanya had spent in the hospital. Both of them were laughing as Bill finally caught up to her. His chair rammed into the side of hers.

Rosie saw it all and she gasped. "She's injured, you assface! Be careful!"

Tanya and Bill were laughing hysterically at this point. The collision had made her chair almost tip over but Bill was quick to pull her back and stabilize her. So, Rosie's distress was all in good nature.

"I'm fine. The first time we raced I actually fell out of the chair." Tanya said as she calmed her giggles. "Come here." She waved Rosie over. "It's fun."

Bill nodded in agreement. "I know you'd love it. Grab a chair."

"I don't want to take them from the patients."

"Sit with me." Tanya said.

Rosie's ears turned red. She hesitated. She looked between Tanya's eyes and the purple leg cast that went from her upper thigh to her ankle.

"Quit being a dork. Sit on my lap." She pulled Rosie close to her and waited for her to sit down. "Relax. Just sit on this side." She wrapped an arm around her waist.

Rosie intertwined her fingers with the hand at rested in her own lap.

"Sure that's a good idea Tan?" Bill teased. "Don't you need both hands to race?"

"I've beat you every time. You could use the advantage."

Bill scoffed and rolled to the end of the hallway and waited for Tanya to do the same.

Tanya started whispering to Rosie and making her laugh. She was mostly roasting Bill and telling Rosie how cute she was. She had Rosie blushing and giggling like a teenager as she spoke lowly in her ear, occasionally letting her lips brush against her skin to make Rosie shiver.

Sophie entered the hospital to three out of her seven favorite people laughing and racing in wheelchairs. She stopped and watched as Bill zipped past her and Tanya and Rosie weren't too far behind. She laughed when Tanya passed Bill and stopped just before hitting a small child. The kid looked thoroughly terrified at the near death experience.

Tanya leaned down and pat the kid on the head. "Sorry about that, little guy." The kid grinned at her and said he wanted to race too. Tanya and Rosie laughed from that.

"I brought lunch." Sophie held up the bag of food she brought with her.

All three 'adults' perked up when they heard that magical word. Bill rose from his wheelchair and Rosie was about to do the same but Tanya held her in place on her lap. She wheeled both of them over to Sophie as they said their greetings.

"Hey, kiddo." Bill pressed a kiss to her forehead. "What'd you bring?"

"Exactly what Aunt Tanya requested."

"Something fried and greasy?" Tanya asked with a hint of excitement in her voice. Usually she was one for clean eating but hospital food was leaving her extremely hungry. She needed something unhealthy to fill her up.

"Fried and greasy? Are you feeling alright?" Rosie pressed a hand to her forehead. Tanya swatted it away.

"I'm fine. The food here is horrid. I needed something, anything, just-"

Rosie wiped a bit of drool from Tanya's mouth. "My woman needs food ASAP!"

"What's in the bag?" Bill asked again.

Sophie paused for dramatic effect before answering his question. "Chicken." She grinned.

Tanya gasped and softly moaned. "Hand me something. Quickly!"

Sophie reached in the bag and pulled out a leg piece. Tanya took a bite and stuck the rest in her mouth as she wheeled into her hospital room.

Rosie let Tanya finish her first piece before helping her onto the bed. She figured it was easier to wait than to deal with a hangry Tanya.

"Where's Donna?"

"She and Dad are in a meeting about reconstructing the hotel."

"Sam?" Rosie asked.

"Yeah, I've really got to be more specific."

Tanya hummed in agreement. She was working on devouring her third piece. Everyone was amazed by this. Tanya wasn't usually like this. She was always so graceful and poised when eating. Right now she was like a starved savage. "Quit staring at me! They put me on a steroid."

Rosie knew this already and just shook her head. "Whatever makes you happy, dear."

"I don't care if I gain a hundred pounds I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. Maybe it'll go to my ass." She shrugged, trying to look on the bright side.

"How much longer are you in for?"

"Until tomorrow." Rosie spoke for her. Tanya was a little busy with her food for the moment. "We're staying with Donna until Tanya gets cleared to fly home."

"There's no way you would make it through a long flight with an injury like that." Bill noted.

Tanya nodded in agreement. "I'll probably be in Kalokairi through the end of the month."

"Which reminds me, I got you something." Bill stood from his chair and grabbed a rectangular box he had brought with him. He passed it to Tanya.

Tanya wiped off her hands and mouth and opened the gift. She gasped when she saw what was inside. She pulled out a gold walking stick with a jeweled handle. "It's beautiful!" She hugged Bill around the shoulders. "Thank you so much."

"Rosie told me you'd be needing a cane and I know the hospital issued ones would've make you feel old. This one is definitely more your style."

Tanya sported a wide grin. "It's perfect!" She held her hands out. "Don't just stand there, help me up."

"Where are you going?" Sophie asked as she helped to pull Tanya to her feet.

"I'm testing out my cane." She steadied herself, and stood confidently with the cane. She wouldn't be able to walk with it just yet considering her leg cast but she could dream. "Even when I'm healed I'm still using this. I feel like a badass."

"You look like a badass." Sophie agreed.

"I am badass. I look like- like…"

"You look sexy." Rosie interjected.

"Yes! Exactly, darling. I look sexy. This cane is very sexy. It'll do nicely. Thank you, Bill." She gave it her seal of approval.

1982

Tanya couldn't blame her friends for being exhausted. After a whole night of looking after her medical needs they hadn't had time to sleep at all. So, when she saw Sophie getting fussy and her friends fast asleep she managed to set herself in a wheelchair and place the little girl in her lap. She grabbed the diaper bag and slung it over the back of the wheelchair.

She and Sophie talked about random nonsense as Tanya took them to the hospital cafeteria. She fed Sophie and herself. She laughed when the little one grimaced at certain vegetables and hummed at the ones she liked.

Eventually, she noticed Sophie growing tired and she was getting sleepy herself. She found the quietest hallway she could and sang softly to her niece to coax her to sleep. Sophie's head rested on her shoulder while a tiny hand rested on Tanya's neck. Tanya smiled when the little breaths on the back of her neck indicated sleep.

She took Sophie back to her room and ended up falling asleep in the wheelchair before she even attempted to get into bed.