Author's Note: Another depressing one, I'm afraid. It is a sad song, which calls for an extremely sad situation. I hope you can still find some beauty in it.

As sung by Michael Buble… Lost

Kel left the infirmary with her Yamani mask on. She had not worn it in a long time. Not since she had married Dom, in fact. Not since their baby boy had been born. Not for a good eighteen months.

The lady knight wore a dark blue, almost black dress that swished around her ankles as she stalked the dark palace halls. It was the middle of the night, and only gently flickering torches on the walls lit the way back to her and Dom's rooms. But she had walked this way so often lately that she could have gotten back in pitch black dark if necessary.

When she had unlocked the door and made her way into the bedroom, Kel did not bother to light a candle or change into a nightshirt. She climbed into the empty bed and buried her face in the pillow to cry.

And she silently cried herself to sleep that night.

When Dom returned to his and Kel's rooms the next morning, he found the door unlocked. Worried, he entered and expertly scanned each room for intruders. In the bedroom, his eyes fell upon Kel, asleep in the middle of their bed and fully dressed. Her hair was mussed and as he got closer, he could see the tracks of tears streaked down her face.

He instantly regretted leaving for the one night. Their little boy was so sick, and the soldier knew that it was taking a toll on Kel, no matter how much she tried to hide it most of the time. He should not have agreed to bring the dispatches to Lord Raoul in Port Caynn. If he had said no, everyone would have understood. But he had wanted to escape for a day from all the worrying and watching their child struggle for every breath. Dom knew he was selfish.

The soldier set his saddlebags on the floor and undid his sword belt, setting the weapon on top of the pile. Tired and dirty from a day and night of hard riding in the summer heat, he sat on the bed anyway, leaning over to brush the hair out of Kel's face. She woke right away to his touch, and tears sprang to her eyes immediately. She turned her face down in shame to hide them.

"Another bad night?" Dom asked softly. His wife rarely cried, even throughout this entire ordeal of their son's illness. It must have been bad.

The lady knight's watery eyes met his. Her chin shook as she told him, "It's over, Dom. He's gone."

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

That was how Dom learned that their firstborn child had died. The very night his father had abandoned him, the precious little boy's lungs had failed. The healers had been able to keep him alive for over four months, but the sickness had proven to be too much for him that night of all nights.

They had a private funeral the next day. Kel's eyes under her black veil followed the tiny coffin the entire time, as though her own heart were contained inside. In some ways it was.

Only Kel, Dom, Neal, and Yuki witnessed the ceremony given by the Mithran priest as the infant was laid in the ground. The lady knight did not cry that day, her emotions concealed under that mask of hers. When the funeral was over, Neal tried to touch her arm in sympathy; she slid away from him and the others. He had been their child's main healer, and Kel had not been able to face him since the boy had died. Dom gave his cousin an apologetic look and followed his wife. She beat him to their rooms; he found her already changed into practice clothes and lifting her glaive off of their weapons rack.

She brushed past him, and Dom did not see her again that day. When she crawled into bed next to him later that night, he pretended to be asleep. She did not seem to want to talk to him anyway.

Summer turned to winter
And the snow, it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognize the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late

It had been months—summer to winter to early spring—since their child had died, yet Kel could still not forget him. His smiling face was there every time she closed her eyes. In a chest in the corner of the bedroom his clothes and toys were stored. When she was alone, Kel would open it and let the smell of her baby envelop her. It grew fainter each time.

Dom found her there one afternoon. His wife looked up almost guiltily at being caught in her grieving ritual, and she quickly folded up the blue baby blanket she had been holding, setting it back inside the trunk. He kneeled down next to her, but Kel ignored him, closing the chest and looking intently at her hands folded in her lap.

"Kel," he murmured, "look at me." She did not obey. "Kel, you haven't so much as looked at me in months. Please, stop ignoring me—I'm your husband!" he pleaded, staring at the side of her face with distressed blue eyes.

A tear slid down her cheek, and she did not bother to catch it. "Every time I look at you I see our son." After a pause, she finally turned her face to look at him. Her voice was flat as she said, "It still hurts, Dom."

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Though things have seemed to change
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly, fly, fly away

"It hurts me too, Kel, but I still love you. I miss you." Dom slowly leaned in to kiss her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. Whispering in her ear, he told her gruffly, "I want him too, Kel. We can't have him back, but I can still have you, Kel. I want you back."

The lady knight turned her face up to him. Somehow their lips found each other, and the couple poured out all their emotions into each other. All the sadness and frustration, anger, pain in one kiss.

'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, baby, you're not lost

When they broke apart, their arms were still wrapped around each other. That was a small and simple comfort after months of being nearly strangers. Kel opened her mouth to speak first. "I'm so sorry—"

She was silenced by her husband saying, "You don't have to say that." Her red eyes looked up at him with questions behind them. "I've felt the same way—he had your eyes." Dom's voice choked up, and he had to swallow hard just to continue. "I should have tried harder. I let you ignore me—I basically ignored you back—but now things have to be different, Kel. I don't want to lose everything we had."

His wife shook her head, and her voice became husky with emotion. "But we lost so much…"

"But we still have each other. We can get through this together, Kel." Dom leaned in and kissed her passionately once more, to remind her of what they had and what they will have again…

Together.

I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost

When they parted again, they just looked in each other's eyes. "Let's go somewhere, Dom," Kel stated. "Just you and me away from everyone."

Her husband nodded in response. "I'll make the arrangements." She gave him a twitch of a smile and buried her face in his shoulder, squeezing him tighter. Dom returned the embrace and kissed the top of her head. They sat there on the floor for hours, lost in memories, but they had found each other again.