A/N: As promised another chapter up quickly due to the shortness of yesterday's update. I'm going to try to update faster so I can move on to some of my other story's that are in notebooks and napkins. Thanks for reading.

After cleaning things up as best they could, Harm and Mac loaded up their little girl and took her home. He stayed until she was settled in her bed, the effects of the drugs violently tormenting her tiny body. With a few words to Mac and a friendly hug goodbye, Harm and Analise headed for her apartment.

Harm upset with her and her with him.

Harm and Analise were both quiet as they drove to her apartment. "The cocktail might be too strong for her," she said gently trying to break the silence and tension between them. She knew that Harm was going through a lot, but his recent actions had given her reason to try to protect her heart.

"Might be," he said plainly.

"She was still crying when you left, you could have stayed," she told him. "I could have come back alone."

"Alone? You mean like you left me when I came out of there?" he asked, a sudden edge to his voice.

"Harm," she began and moved to take him in her arms.

He moved away from her. "No! No, you don't get to do this now, not when you said you'd be there and you weren't!"

"Harm, I was in the bathroom," she told him. "I...my feelings were hurt and I..."

"Your feelings were hurt?" he repeated. "Why would your feelings be hurt? It's not your daughter who's..." He couldn't finish his sentence as his emotion become too much. He had done well keeping it together for Mac and Lucy but now he was losing the battle.

"It stung when Mic said you...you only wanted family with Lucy," Analise admitted. "I'm sorry. I know I..."

"You really wanted to be in there?" he asked. "You wanted to stand by and watch as we told Lucy what we had to tell her? I don't think so."

"I wanted to be in there and stand beside you," she told him with an edge in her voice. "I love that little girl too! As if she were my own and you know that."

He looked up towards the ceiling, still in tears. "I do, but... When I came out of that room and looked around and didn't see you...I felt like I was lost in the darkest forest on earth and someone had stolen the sun."

Analise felt the tears start to fall from her own eyes, "I'm here now if...if you still want me to be. I'm sorry."

With another devastated sob, Harm opened his arms to her. He was so upset and he was taking it all out on her, but all he really wanted at that moment was for her to comfort him.

"It's going to be all right," she whispered stepping into his arms and holding him to her making a slow oscillating motion.

"I'm so scared," he whispered, finally able to allow the fear in his heart to creep into his voice.

"Ssh," Analise soothed. "It's all right Honey. She'll be fine. You'll see."

All he could do was cry. He wanted to believe her, but a small part of him just needed to cry, let all of the fear, anger, and guilt come out with her so that he could be strong for Mac and Lucy. He had not been the strong one for Mac during the end of their marriage, that was part of its death sentence and he knew that. That was a mistake he did not want to make twice.

"Come on," she urged. "Come and lie down. All this stress isn't good for you."

"Will you lie with me?" he asked, calming a little.

"Do you want me to?" she asked.

"I do," he whispered.

"Then I will," she replied and led him to their bed.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep, given the stress and strain of the day. Analise remained at his side, her arm resting against his back as he slept. She was nearly asleep herself when she heard the phone ring.

"Hello," Analise said into the receiver after one ring as not to wake Harm. Quickly she slid off the bed and took the handset with her.

"Ana, it's me," said Mac. "Is Harm still there?"

"He's here," Ana replied. "He's asleep."

"I hate to wake him," said Mac softly.

"He really needs the sleep," Analise replied. "This is very stressful for you both and you know he needs to watch his pressure."

"I know," sighed Mac. "It's Lucy, though. She's so sick right now and she's been asking for Daddy for the last hour straight."

"Bad huh?" Analise asked. "Is she still throwing up or what?"

"Almost non-stop," said Mac, her voice cracking. "There really isn't much left for her to throw up, but still she's…"

"Let me see if I can wake him and I'll have him call you back okay?" Analise asked.

"Okay, that'll be fine," replied Mac. "She's just so scared, you know?"

"So is he," Analise replied. "He is very emotional about this whole thing. It really has me worried."

"She's his little girl," said Mac. "He'd rather die himself than let her feel a second of this."

"I feel the same about Maggie," Analise replied. "But there is something even more special with Harm and Lucy."

"Yeah," said Mac, smiling and crying at the same time. "She'll be okay, won't she, Ana?"

"I want to say yes, but Sarah, her cancer spread, once it does that once it very easy for it to get into her brain and if it does that...I think Dr. Jacobson is the best pediatric oncologist in the business. If anyone can save her, he can."

She tried to speak, but the words couldn't get past the tears.

"I'll get Harm and have him call you back," Ana replied.

"Thank you," cried Mac softly.

Analise hung up her extension and went and sat beside Harm. She rubbed his arm and softly spoke his name, "Harm, honey. Wake up."

"Hmmm...what?" he responded, not really waking up.

"Harm, Mac called. You might have to go over there," she replied. "Come on now."

He opened his eyes and sat up. "Mac? Is something wrong?"

"She said Lucy was asking for you, but I told her you'd call her back first," Analise replied.

With a nod, he reached for the phone and dialed.

Mac hadn't put the phone down as she sat on the bathroom floor with Lucy cocooned in blankets. "Hello," she said on the first ring.

"Is she sick?" he asked, knowing there was no need for introduction.

"Sick is an understatement," Mac whimpered into the phone. "She hasn't' stopped throwing up, she has chills and a fever, she's crying in pain from a headache and stomach ache and I don't know if it is because she was weak or because of the cancer in her back but she can't seem to stand up right and..." She dissolved into sobs. "She wants her Daddy."

"Calm down, Mac," he soothed. "I'm on my way."

Harm hung up the line, "What?" Analise asked.

"I've have go over there," he said, rising from the bed. "Lucy is asking for me and she's really sick."

Analise pulled him in for a kiss, "I love you. Call me and let me know how she is."

He started to walk away, then stopped and returned to her for another kiss and a long hug.

"Go, call me if you need me and I'll be there as fast as I can get there," she told him. "Go on."

With a nod and a frightened smile, he was on his way.

Harm drove as fast as he could to the house and used the spare key Mac had given him. Mic was no where to be seen, probably off with DJ somewhere.

"Mac?" he called as he closed the door.

"In here," she called from the children's bathroom.

He hurried down the hallway, his heart sinking to his feet when he got his first glimpse of his little girl. She was so white and looked so sick, and there was very little he could do about it.

"Baby," he said softly. "Daddy's here. It's okay."

Lucy looked at him her eyes glassy and heavy but she didn't say anything just lay in Mac's arms. "Hi, Harm," Mac managed.

"Want me to take over?" he asked, knowing Mac's back had to be killing her.

Mac nodded, "Yeah. I have to stretch. I made a little bed for her in here because...her sheets are all ready a mess."

He reached over and took Lucy in his arms. "I'll sit with her," he told Mac. "You go get some rest. I'll clean up her room after a bit."

"Mommy!" Lucy whispered when she lost the comfort of her mother's arm. "Mommy!"

"Shh, it's okay" soothed Harm. "Daddy's got you, okay? Mommy needs to go rest."

"Daddy?" Lucy looked over at him. "Can I go in my..." She didn't' finish her sentence before she began to become ill.

"Oh, sweetheart," sighed Harm, wishing for nothing more than the ability to make her suffering stop.

"Can I go in my bed?" she asked once she'd once again rid her body of the excess of chemicals.

"In a few minutes", answered Harm. "I need to clean it up, and then you can."

"Daddy?" Lucy asked again leaning her head on his chest.

"What, baby girl?" he asked.

"Did I get medicine today?" she asked her voice having no strength, nothing the if he'd been listening to her but not looking at her to indicate it was Lucy he was talking to.

"Yeah, you did," he said. "That's why you don't feel so good."

"But medicine makes you better," Lucy sighed. "I feel worse."

"I know, baby," he said. "Sometimes we have to feel worse before we can feel better."

"Then I don't wanna be better," she whined then began to cry with what little strength she had left.

Harm gently rocked his child in his arms, fighting his own tears.

Lucy lay against Harm chest and became sick a few more times before she fell asleep.

Harm picked the child up and laid her down in the hallway so he could take to the task of cleaning her room.

When he was finished he retrieved her from the hallway and tucked her into bed. "Harm," Mac called from what used to be their bedroom.

"Yeah?" he said, peeking his head inside.

"Come talk to me please?" she asked. She was lying in the bed with her legs elevated on pillows. He could see her ankles were swollen pretty badly.

"Sure, okay," he said, walking in and taking a seat on the edge of the bed; the side that used to be his.

"How are you holding up?" Mac asked.

"As good as I can, I guess," he said. "Ana has been a big help. She's so supportive, you know? I don't what I'd do if she wasn't with me."

Mac nodded, "You are both lucky to have each other. Mic's is doing okay with this. Are you talking to Ana?"

"All the time," he sighed. "She doesn't let me shut down; she makes me talk about it."

"And Maggie?" Mac asked massaging her belly.

"Maggie's great," he said with a little smile. "She's a sweetie, she really is."

"Like..." Mac began and looked towards the door.

He nodded and looked at the floor. Maggie reminded him so much of Lucy at that age.

"She's going to die isn't she?" Mac asked softly.

He looked her straight in the eye. "Don't say that, Mac. Please. I don't want to think like that."

"I'm her mother, Harm," Mac replied. "I can feel it."

He shook his head. "I know she... It doesn't look good, but I can't think about it."

"Dr. Jacobson said one day she might wake up and not..." Mac's voice cracked. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Not be able to...to..."

He reached out and took her hand. "It's okay."

"She'll be so scared, Harm," Mac breathed. "And I don't know what to say to her when, and it is when, that happens."

He maintained his gentle grasp of her hand. "I don't know either. But we'll figure it out. We never thought we'd know what to say today, when we had to tell her she was sick but we did. We'll do it together."

Mac shifted in the bed, her back aching, "Mic should be home soon. I'm thinking he and I should postpone the wedding."

"Will he go for that?" asked Harm.

"He'll have too...I can't..." Mac paused when Lucy called out. "Mommy!"

"Coming, baby," called Harm as he moved from the edge of the bed. "I'll yell for you if I need you, okay?" he said to Mac.

Mac nodded and closed her eyes.

"Mommy!" Lucy called again.

Harm reached the child's room just as she called out. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"My back hurts and my legs feel funny," she told him.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Lucy. That's part of what's making you feel sick, the disease that's making your body sick. Do you want me to read you a story, or sing your song maybe?"

"I want you to make it stop hurting," Lucy whimpered.

"Okay, baby," he said, caressing her forehead. "I'll go get your medicine."

"The blue?" she asked. "Mic made me take it before. He held my nose."

"Yeah, the blue," said Harm. "I'll be back."

Harm returned with Lucy's medicine and indeed had to force her to swallow it. Not long after though she fell into a clearly peaceful sleep. By then he heard Mic return with DJ.

"There's my boy!" exclaimed Harm as he knelt in the living room with open arms.

DJ went to Harm and gave him a hug, "Hi, Daddy. We went bowling."

"That must have been fun, huh?' asked Harm.

"I got pins down. 13 pins," DJ told him. "Where's Mommy?"

"She's in her bed," said Harm. "She's taking a nap."

"Where's Lucy?" DJ asked.

"She's in her bed," said Harm. "She needs to sleep, she doesn't feel good."

"Can I go play?" DJ asked then.

"Sure, go ahead," smiled Harm.

"What are you doing here?" Mic asked once DJ ran off.

"Helping with my daughter," said Harm, put out that he had to defend himself.

"Still carrying on?" Mic asked.

"No," said Harm. "She's sick."

"She was carrying on so badly earlier she upset Sarah," Mic sighed. "We might have to give her to you to deal with if it keeps up. Sarah has the baby to deal with."

"She's not gonna send Lucy away," said Harm. He remembered moments ago that Mac said Mic was okay with things, it was clear that was not entirely the case. "She needs to be with her and take care of her."

"She needs to take care of the baby inside of her, that little one is defenseless," Mic countered. "Why can't you take her?"

"Because she needs to be with her mother for now," said Harm. "I'll be here and I'll help, but she needs to be with Mac."

"She doesn't need to be upset like that or have vomit all over her or anything. Can't she control that?" That last comment was not meant to be heard.

Harm was right in Mic's face. "Watch it!"

Mic backed off, "You going home to the little woman?"

With a glare, Harm ignored Mic's words and walked away and returned to check on Mac.

She was sleeping peacefully when he looked in on her.

After peeking in on Lucy, who was also sleeping, he headed for home.

Harm arrived home to find Analise pacing the floor in worry.

"Hey baby," he said. "What's wrong?"

"You were gone so long and didn't call," Ana sighed. "Are you okay? How's Lucy?"

"She's sick" he said. "Really sick. Her bed was a mess when I got there. Mac had her on the bathroom floor...It was bad."

"Do you need me?" she asked.

"I do," he said, a look of deep sadness on his face.

"How's her pain?" Analise asked taking his hand and moving him to the bed. "Lie down and take that shirt off."

"It was bad enough," he said as he removed his shirt. "I gave her some of that blue junk. Had to hold her nose, but she took it."

Analise began to massage his knotted shoulders as he lay there, "How's that, Sweetie?" she asked. "Maybe massage for her you think?"

"Might be worth a try," he said, feeling his tension begin to melt away beneath her touch.

Analise continued to rub his shoulders and back and listen to him talk about what he needed to talk about until the sound of his voice was replaced by his soft and gentle snoring. Analise leaned down and kisses the back of his neck, "I love you Harm."

Somewhere in his slumber, he heard her, and it made his heart, the part that wasn't heavy and broken, smile.