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Ok, there is short flashback in this chapter, there is one in the story. Important things are definitely explained here. And I think we will understand Tara better now.

"Interesting story." Emma commented after Tara was done. But there was a nagging thought and she wanted to ask a question. But something told her not to. She was beginning to understand the Jones. They were private people and didn't talk about everything.

"Hey, I got those numbers." Killian hadn't even knocked before entering the room.

"Great, thanks." Tara divided them up and handed Killian half the pile. He gave her a weary look. "Don't give me that look, I am not doing this alone."

Killian huffed and rolled up his sleeves. Emma could see a tattoo above his wrist, a name, then she turned to Tara and saw a tattoo, a wolf with some interlock detail, in the same spot. "Another family thing?" She asked. Two sets of blue eyes turned to face her, slightly confused. "The tattoos in that spot."

"Oh yes it is. Our father had one… the Voyage…" Tara began.

"With our initials… Killian finished.

"The Voyage?"

"It's the song he always sang to our mother. He then sang it at my wedding." Tara said.

"What did Liam have?" Emma asked.

At that, Killian and Tara dissolved into hysterical laughter. It took them a few minutes to catch their breath.

"No, Liam was a scary cat when it came to needles…"

"He was supposed to come with me to get this one, hold my hand and all that. But at soon as the buzzing started, he was out the door…"

"Like a bat out of hell." Killian added.

"This one here is the brave one." Tara patted Killian on the shoulder. "My tattoo carries meaning…

Graham had a protective hand on Tara's back as they crossed the busy New York street. It was the middle of the afternoon, not yet rush hour in July.

"I am so excited for Mission Impossible."

"As long as you don't get any ideas, I'm good. You put me through enough stress." Graham commented.

"But you love me."

"The movie starts at 10:30. Hopefully we can get our group together by six so we can get food and drinks beforehand." They had a large group tonight. Including himself and Tara, there was Neal, Killian, Liam, Roxanne, Justine, Chris and Elizabeth.

"Just food, no drinks for me." Tara said, hoping he would understand the meaning.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sister? You always drink… wow I did not mean to make you sound like an alcoholic…"

"No harm done. But I'm not going to be drinking for a while." She couldn't stop the goofy smile that was growing on her face.

Graham paused and stared at her. it slowly dawned on him. Sometimes he was so dense. "Trinity, are you…?"

She excitedly nodded. So far, she and Neal had only told her father, her brothers and Roxanne. "Yes, Graham you are going to be an uncle."

A smile bloomed on his face. "Uncle…" He stepped forward to hug her.

And noticed the bus that was barreling towards her.

Without thinking, Graham Herbert pushed Tara Cassidy to the ground. After her head hit the pavement, her world went black.

It was night in the quiet hospital room. Michael Jones at his daughter's beside, holding her hand and praying. He couldn't lose his little girl.

It was the worse phone call of his life and the details weren't any better. There had been a bus crash involving Tara and Graham. Tara had been rushed to the hospital. While the doctors wanted to do their best to save her, but they also had to think about the tiny life inside of her.

That had been a month ago.

Neal had been a wreck and didn't leave Tara's side for the first three days. The baby was fine, much to everyone's relief. It was a Jones, surviving was in its blood.

There was always someone with Tara, Neal or Liam or Killian or Michael. Roxanne accompanied Liam and Elizabeth was being Killian's rock.

Finally, there was stirring from the bed, Michael leapt to his feet. Tara opened her eyes slowly.

"You're back, love, you're back. I'm right here." Michael told her, holding her hand tighter.

"Daddy… what happened… where am I?" Tara's voice was weak, like her body.

"You're at the hospital. What is the last thing you remember?" Michael said carefully.

Tara blinked, trying to recall something, anything. "I was telling Graham I was pregnant… then he pushed me to the ground…" Her hands flew to her stomach in a panic.

"The baby is fine. It's strong, just like it's mother." Michael assured her.

Tara nodded, feeling less worried. Then she remembered her friend. "Where's Graham?"

Michael was silent. She had already been through so much, should he tell her? It was going to break his heart. "It was a bus accident… The driver didn't stop…"

That wasn't answering the question, why was he beating around the bush? "Dad, where's Graham?" She attempted to put some force behind her voice. She had to know.

"He died protecting you, sweetheart."

Tara slumped back into bed, frozen. She wasn't sure how to feel.

She had missed everything, the wake, the full military funeral. Tara wasn't there for Graham's family the way he had been there for hers. That was going to haunt her for a long time.

He was gone, it was her fault. She had indirectly killed him. She was going to have to live with that guilt for the rest of her life. It was then that Tara Jones swore to never sing again.

"I got this tattoo for Graham. He was a big fan of wolves and he used to call me Trinity, like the woman from the Matrix movies." Tara smiled. "Ruby came to work for us a few months later. She's Graham's cousin."

"Graham was another brother to all of us." Killian pointed to a cuff on his wrist. It had a wolf on it. "Liam had a wolf ring."

OMG, that's what happened to Graham. Tears?

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