Nomg, an update. You mean she's not dead?

Nope, but it might have seemed that way. Anywho, I finally got something else for you all and as always, I hope you enjoy. I don't know where it came from. It just latched onto my head and I wrote it. It's kind of short.

Also, because I'm kind of dim and didn't mention, this is an Omake (oh, shiny bonus material) of a story called Daybreak (for those who have come here and never heard of it). Daybreak was an M story, and this isn't...yet. So, yeah, there will be big, huge references to that story here. I won't make you read it, but there will be some parts that new, non-readers of Daybreak may be confused with here.

And thanks for all the reviews guys! You make me smile like a polar bear at the north pole. :D Santa's there-they better be smiling.

Oh, will she update soon? Maybe. Hopefully. I'll try.

Serah loved her sister very, very much. It was no secret to anyone. Serah would watch her sister with wide, admiring eyes and wonder where she got all that strength she used to conquer life. She'd wonder how Lightning was able to deal with all the terrible things that happened to Hope and fight all those battles and still come out looking like a total badass.

Serah's heart would warm at the thought of Lightning stepping out of yet another hard won victory, blood smeared on her cheek and her hair looking a little mussed, but standing with such squared shoulders and high head that no one could question just how strong she was. How unshakeable. Unbeatable.

This affection intensified after Lightning and Hope got 'together' and with each passing day, watching the two of them interact, Serah would find herself wiggling in her seat and cooing at them as if they were her own children. Hazel was often nearby, looking up at her mother with a quirked eyebrow, but Serah's buzzing thoughts could deal with that easily.

They're so cute!

Oh! She grabbed his hand!

They're sleeping together on the couch!

Oh-oh, I wish they wouldn't do that on the table.

However, one thing nagged at Serah. One tiny, little bug. She hadn't brought it up to Lightning or Hope yet because she knew they weren't ready and probably wouldn't be for a while-but Serah found the urge to talk about it hard to repress. After all, the way the two kissed and hugged and shyly glanced at one another and not so shyly glanced at one another was enough to send normal people running and hopeless romantics sighing. And Serah was a bone-deep hopeless romantic.

In hindsight, she could have worded her question better.

"So...do you think you and Hope will be having kids?"

Lightning had been sitting peacefully at the table, a newspaper in front of her and a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. She had been half listening to her sister as Serah went around the kitchen, chattering about her day and pushing things back into their places and wiping up spots and strange orange food splashes from the counter. But when the question hit her ears, Lightning half-started before slowly creaking her head toward her sister.

"What?" The question was flat, her tone was flat, and her face was blank.

Not a good first sign.

Serah shrugged, putting the darkened sponge on the counter and leaning her hip against counter's edge. She didn't meet Lightning's eyes, choosing a a few strands of Lightning's hair instead. "Well, you know. Just a baby or-"

"I know what you meant." Lightning's tone was sharp and Serah held back a wince, pinching her fingers together behind her back. She glanced at Lightning, giving her a shaky smile when she saw her hardened gaze.

"I don't mean now of course," Serah said quickly, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her. "In the future of course. But, are you considering it?"

Lightning closed her eyes and Serah knew she was rolling them behind the lids. Could sense it-had known it since she was five that Lightning did that whenever she didn't want to 'offend' the person she was speaking with.

"Shouldn't I be having this conversation with Hope?" Lightning asked, opening her eyes and lifting an eyebrow at Serah. "I mean, it would really be-"

"I know, I know! But, I was just wondering if you've ever thought about it, Light! I mean, I think you'd be a great mom!"

Serah didn't miss the way Lightning's eyes widened or how her lips parted at those words. Lightning shook her head, wiping her face blank as she stood from the table. "I don't know what you're getting that."

"You took care of me, right?" Serah asked, smiling. "And I think I turned out all right." Serah took a few steps toward Lightning, her smile turning into a grin. "So tell me, have you thought about it at all? Or has Hope asked you or something? Any tiny little hint?"

Lightning groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a step back from Serah. "Why do you even care about this right now?"

"Light! Come on, you're avoiding my question!"

Lightning sighed, shaking her head. She waved her hand in the air as if swatting a fly, rolling her eyes when she finally answered, "No. No, all right? I haven't really thought about it. I mean-I never really even thought that I would be in a-well, I just didn't think about it, all right?"

Serah's shoulders slumped and she looked down at the floor, biting her lip. Oh...well, that didn't turn out the way-well, it did, but I can still hope, right?

Serah shook her head, looking back at her sister and giving her a warm smile. Lightning stared back at her, eyes flat as she crossed her arms over her chest. Serah shrugged, tiptoeing around the room and winking at her sister, almost giggling. Lightning's eyebrow twitched and Serah's chest swelled.

It's like we're little again. She'd always give me that look when I said something weird. The, "What the fudge are you thinking?" look.

"Well," Serah finally said. "I don't want to pressure you into something you don't know if you want. So I won't." Lightning blinked, her arms falling back to her sides. Lightning nodded, reaching for her chair and briefly skimming the headline.

"But...I just want you to think of all the fun you could have. I mean, babies are cute and Hazel is an angel."

Lightning continued to stare down at the newspaper, even as the print started to blur under her eyes. Her fingers crinkled the page, some of the black ink rubbing off on her fingers. Briefly, she stared up at Serah.

"You know what I mean." Serah shook her head, looking toward the ceiling. "She's an angel most of the time. Besides, you and Hope would be able to become even closer. Trust me. When Snow and I had Hazel, it was just..." Serah trailed off, her eyes misting over. She looked at Lightning but was seeing Snow crouching to the floor, pressing an ear to her bulging body. Snow cuddling her as he pushed away his burnt toast and sausage lumps, apologizing for his inability to cook.

"I mean..." Serah said eventually, "it really does wonders." Serah shook her head, snapping herself out of her trance. Her cheeks warmed and she bit the corner of her lip when she noticed Lightning staring at her. Serah clasped her hands in front of her, shrugging her shoulder before walking up to her sister.

"And like I said, sis. I'm not saying do it now, or even five years from now. But...think about it, maybe? Talk with Hope? You never know and, believe it or not, I know you'd make one heck of a mom." Serah pulled up the chair opposite of Lightning, closing her eyes and smiling. "Just my two cents."

Lightning watched her sister, glancing down at the table when Serah opened her eyes again. Lightning folded the corner of the newspaper, swallowing once. "I don't know, Serah. But I guess...I guess I could at least think about it a little." Lightning heard Serahs' sharp breath and her eyes hardened. Lightning pointed a finger at Serah, tone dark. "Thinking about it and actually doing it are two different things." Serah blinked, her eyes wide.

"Double entendre," Serah giggled, snorting when Lightning groaned.

"Serah!"

"I'm sorry!" Serah gasped, shaking her head and covering her mouth.

"I didn't know we were twelve again," Lightning mumbled, looking away.

Serah rolled her eyes this time, chuckling as she grabbed one of Lightning's hands and pulled it toward her chest, smiling when her sister looked back at her. "All in good fun, sis. I promise." Serah's eyes softened and she stared down the eyes that mirrored her own.

Just a tiny bit darker, and a little bit harder. But that's what makes you, you.

Serah sighed, voice light, "I still want you to think about it though. I bet you and Hope would have a gorgeous baby. Imagine one with his hair and your eyes! Or maybe your hair, and his eyes and that slender jaw thing he has going on. Or maybe, one green eye and one blue eye. And you'd name him something cute, cause he's a boy now-"

"Serah-"

"Gabriel! That sounds great. Yeah, Gabriel sounds perfect! And he'd have one blue eye and one green eye, and Hope's fluffy silver hair and slender jaw, but your smoother, more colored skin. And he'd have your strength too, but Hope's sensitivity when he's older. And when he's a baby, he'll have a sweetooth that you won't indulge him in, but Hope will undermine you by sneaking him a chocolate bar! And then you'll want to plan a weekend getaway and realize: 'Oh! We need a babysitter!'"

"Serah, come on-"

"And then I'll fly in! I mean, think about it, Lightning! If you have a boy named Gabriel, I'd get to babysit him! That'd be fun! Hazel and he would become great friends and we'd have all these family bonding moments! Snow could drag Hope, Gabriel and Hazel out to the store and you and I could go out shopping across the city and wonder what are boneheads are up to. We'd wonder if Snow's gone and gotten them arrested or something because sometimes he just has that kind of luck. But we'd all laugh at the end! Family moments! That'd be great! Light-Light?"

Lightning leaned into the couch, her paper in one hand, a new, steaming coffee cup in the other, wondering when her sister would notice that she wasn't there.