She looked out the dinner window, rubbing her arms to keep out the imaginary chill she felt. The place was warm, the kitchen was still going even though things were slow tonight. Things were always slow on nights like tonight, especially on Christmas Eve. A few regulars sat in their spots, enjoying their usual. No surprises on a night like this, especially for her.

She missed surprises, the last one she'd really ever had, had been the last night of her life. Now her life was very different then it was five years ago, all but one person from her pervious life thought she was dead. He had saved her, taken her to this out of the way spot. But it was her decision to become a waitress. At first she'd been a terrible one, but as time went on she grew into it. Now, even though once in a while she thought about what it would be like to be back, to be a doctor that all seemed like a distant, almost foreign self. One she could barely relate to these days.

"Order up!" The cook called out and she went to retrieve it. Just looking at it she knew who it belonged to, that's what was nice about regulars, they always got the same thing. They enjoyed the routine of it all.

After delivering the food with a smile she went over to the radio, turning it up. Letting the Christmas music fill the diner, hoping to bring some Christmas spirit to these seemingly lonely souls as she thought back to what Christmas would be like with her family. Only in her mind it was a much happier ideal then it really was. In her mind her father was still alive and arguing over the train set with her brothers. But that couldn't happen now, too many things had changed. Her father gone, her oldest brother gone, the younger one probably no longer welcome in the family.

She couldn't help but wonder, what Christmas was like now for her family, who was around or had they all just given up. Part of her wanted to grab her coat and drive the hour to find out. That's what surprised her the most, she was only an hour from Port Charles but no one ever came this way, so no one had ever found her and she was too scared to return.

The bells over the door rang, snapping her out of her daydreams and she watched the familiar figure come up to the counter. Where she was standing he couldn't see her, but she could see him. Even five years later, he still looked pretty much the same. She knew now that her days of hiding were done, once he saw her, the jig was up and before too long everyone would know that Emily Quartermaine was alive.

She picked up the pot of coffee and went over to his waiting cup, "Regular or Decaf?" She hoped she didn't startled him.

He kept his eyes on the cup, "Regular, I still have an hours ride to get back home."

"Home for Christmas, I'm jealous." And she was, he would be surrounded by family and this moment was all she'd have. "Need more time with the menu?"

He glanced at it, "Just a piece of whatever pie is fine."

"Just a moment." She left him and glanced back as she picked out a piece she knew he'd enjoy before placing it front of him. "Why so sad?"

He paid more attention to his coffee then to her, "Its just not the holiday's without my sister."

Seriously she was about to smack him if he didn't look up, "If you could have her back, would you want her back."

"Its one of the things I want most." He finally looked up, his icy blue eyes looking into her mocha brown ones for the first time in five years. "Emily?"

"Hey Jase."

He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to react. This was one of the last things he'd expected to ever happen, especially not when he walked into some random diner in the middle of nowhere. "How are you?"

She leaned forward, looking out at the falling snow, "You know how Lucky disappeared after the whole thing happened?"

Jason Morgan nodded, still unsure if he was really talking to his sister or if she was an angel, "He brought me up here once they removed my body from the island. It wasn't Logan, it was Helena."

"So Lucky's known you're alive this whole time?"

She nodded, "Yeah, here I was thinking about a Christmas at home with my family when you came in."

"It would make Monica's Christmas if I brought you home."

The thought of actually going home hadn't really occurred to her, it had always been something she couldn't do on her own. "I never thought it could be a reality."

"Can you leave here, please. Make Monica's Christmas."

Emily chewed her lower lip for a moment, she could. They would be closed soon, most of the regulars were gone, the kitchen was shutting down, "You really think it's a good idea."

"Yeah, I believe so."

"Then, lets go."

The den was quite now that George was off asleep dreaming of Christmas morning. Monica, Ned and Dillon sat looking up at the lights of the tree and eating the cookies that George had set out for Santa.

"George loves the train set." Dillon looked at his aunt.

She nodded, "I'm glad its getting some use. Alan loved it every year."

Dillon stood up and kissed her cheek, "You still have us Monica." Before leaving the room.

"What's gotten into him?" she asked Ned.

Ned hadn't been sure how to tell her about Georgie, a woman who was supposedly killed by the same person that murdered Emily. "He got a Christmas Miracle of sorts."

"What do you mean?"

"Georgie Jones is still alive. The WSB faked her death so she could be deep under cover."

Monica nodded, "She was very lucky." Was all she could say as her eyes fell upon Emily's picture.

Jason came in without being announced, "Merry Christmas, I found something I thought you might like." He looked at his Mother, he wasn't sure when he'd started to crave her affection and attention, probably as soon as she took it away.

"That was very sweet of you Jason, but you didn't have to bring anything." Monica looked back at the picture.

"Mom?" Emily came in the room, looking and feeling like that nervous teenager she'd once been when she was younger.

Monica stood and looked at the young woman, "Emily?"

Ned stood as well, wondering what Alice put in the egg nog because this time this couldn't be for real. "Emily is that really you?"

She nodded, "Yeah, its really me." She went over to her mother, "Logan Hayes didn't try to kill me. Helena did. Lucky saved me. He kept me hidden all this time. Jason found me tonight, I think because of a wish I'd made."

"First Georgie, and now Emily." Monica looked into her daughters eyes and knew that this truly was her daughter in front of her, "Oh Emily, we've missed you so much."

Emily hugged her mother and for the first time in longer then she wanted to think about she felt like herself. "I've missed you all too." Before pulling back, "Wait what do you mean first Georgie?"

"We found out she's alive as well earlier." Ned told his cousin before pulling her into a hug, "Never do that again."

"I promise Ned, never again." She hugged him, watching as Monica reached out to Jason.

"Thank you."

He smiled, "I just wished I'd found her sooner."

Monica took his hand before hugging him, "You found her and that's all that matters."

"So, I guess I'm back. I bet things have changed." Emily looked around at the tree and saw the train set, "Whose been playing with this?"

"George, Dillon's son." Ned smiled.

She looked up, "Wow, things really have changed a lot. I guess I should let Lucky know the secret is out, and I guess I should find Nikolas."

"Emily, you should know that Nikolas is married now."

Emily nodded, "I couldn't expect him to stay single, now could I? It wouldn't be fair to him, or to Spencer. Is it anyone I know?"

Monica shook her head, "No, she came to town after, well you know."

Emily nodded, "Of course. So maybe I should wait to see him. Besides, right now I just want to be with all of you. My family."

Dillon came into the room with a bag of stuff and froze, "Emily?"

She nodded and felt him hug her tightly, "I hear you're a Dad now."

Dillon pulled away smiling, "Yeah, how are you, are you in the WSB as well?"

She laughed, "No, Lucky saved me. That's where he disappeared to after the ball."

"It's a Christmas Miracle!" He declared finally putting the bags down.

Monica hugged Jason again and looked at her family, it didn't have everyone that it should have here, but at least a few still remained. "Merry Christmas Everyone!" She declared before pulling away from her son and going out onto the Patio. She looked up at the night sky smiling, "I wish you'd been able to tell me about this Alan. I miss you every day."

A breeze came through the patio, and Monica knew in her heart that it was Alan bringing her comfort, letting her know he heard her. She turned to go back inside but stopped, watching as her two children and two nephews hung and stuffed stockings, teasing each other and acting as if they had never been apart. It was a perfect Christmas wish come true.