She scanned the room, her small eyes sharp as if they had spent years picking out wrongdoing. They locked on Mal, who was still standing with Natara. Natara looked up at this woman also, and Mal could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. 'She looks just like her son'. She walked towards them, and Natara stepped away from Mal so she could address him. "Detective Fallon?" she said. Her voice was sharp but slightly horse, as if she had recently wept for her son and managed to compose herself before she walked in. Mal nodded at her question. "A privet word please?". Without an answer she walked into an empty section in the hallway. The whole section was rather quiet, as it was morning the whole hospital was devoid of visitors and new patients alike. She stopped, looking at him curiously as if trying to read his thoughts.
"It's funny" she finally said. From her tone Mal knew it wasn't funny at all. "Maxwell was always a troubled child. Used to get in trouble at school all the time. I didn't want to believe it meant anything when he escalated to hurting animals."
Somehow, Mal seemed to understand "You didn't want to believe what he was becoming".
She nodded. "No one ever does. We want to pretend our own children are perfect. Now look at what he's done to his only child. She'll always know who her father is, what he's done. It'll be all over the news. There'll be no escape from it". From Molly's open door, Mal could faintly hear Amy's voice, and Molly's faint giggle afterwards. Molly's grandmother must have seen his averted gaze, for she said "You love her, don't you?".
Mal didn't give an answer, but she must have seen it on his face. "Your father was Jacob Fallon, was he not?". Mal nodded, taking his eyes away from the door. "I know of him. I saw him everywhere when I was a teenager. Was it hard? Knowing what your father had done?".
"For a while it was. He always told me he did it for me, because he loved me. Molly doesn't have that".
"But what she can have is someone who understands her. I'm getting older Malachi Fallon. I'm in no position to take care of a child". Mal looked at her curiously. Was she saying what he thought she was saying?
"I guess what I'm saying is, she risked her life for you. Would you do the same for her?".
Mal smiled as he heard Molly's small giggle again, thinking how it would be impossible not to love her. "I would give her more than that if I could".
She looked at her seriously for a moment, as if she could physically see deception. "I was always told I look so much like my son. I don't want her to look at that every day."
Mal knew exactly what she was saying now. "She doesn't have to."
Okay, since this was my most popular story series, I kinda want to write a threequel now. It'd be about Molly getting adjusted to her new life with Mal and Natara and general fluff like that. I don't know, comment if you think I should. I'm kinda exited about it now so I might write it even if no one says to anyways lol. So, anyways…THE END…possibly.