A/N: This one is a bit of a sad chapter, not too much fluff. Do not fret the next chapter should be rainbows and butterflies. I have no medical knowledge, so what I put in here is totally me blowing smoke, so let's not dwell too much on that. Mistakes are all my own. Hope you like :)

Constance has never thought of herself as good mother. In the past she had been absent for most of her daughter's life. When Maura was younger, Constance had traveled around the world for her love of art, not giving one thought of how it ever affected her daughter. When Maura got older her little girl had asked to be sent off to Boarding School and Constance was happy to facilitate her daughter's wishes.

Once Maura reached adulthood Constance had seen what her selfishness had done to her daughter. Maura was as fierce as she was brilliant but she distanced herself from others. Which was why Constance was proud when she finally met Garrett Fairfield of the famous Fairfield's. To the older woman it meant that maybe her daughter wouldn't be alone anymore, she would finally have someone to connect with. Over the years that the two were married; Constance watched the light Maura had, slowly being snuffed out by Garrett's need to have dominance over her. She noticed her daughter slowly becoming more withdrawn from those around her.

When Maura divorced Garrett, Constance was completely behind her daughter's decision. For the first time the older woman was there for comfort and support. Constance had helped Maura move back to New York so she could help take care of her daughter and her grandbaby. Vowing to herself that she would be there for this little girl in ways that she wasn't for Maura.

It was the reason she had randomly showed up to Maura's apartment the morning she had found her only daughter lying and the bottom of the staircase bloody and dying. Constance had never been so afraid in her life, scared that her daughter would never come back to her the same way again. Constance was heartbroken for her baby girl, knowing she could never give back to Maura what she had just loss.

Constance would give up all her worldly possessions to heal her daughter and take away her pain. She would give up her life to bring back her granddaughter's. Constance knew how much her daughter had loved and wanted a child of her own. Her daughter was finally getting back to being happy. And like always her dreams were stolen from her.

As she sits in her chair next to her daughter she looks at how weak and defeated her girl looks. Constance should be happy that her daughter seems to be getting better. Last week was the first time Maura finally showed signs of improvement. A day later the breathing tube was taken out. The day after that, Maura had finally showed muscle movement. Which is why it surprises Constance, when she sees her daughter move her head and flutter her eyes.

"Maura? Maura can you hear me?" Constance hopefully asks as the woman in the bed shifts her body.

"Fru—" The blonde starts and stops when the words become too painful. Starting again she tries to speak. "Fruit…bas…ket" And with that she falls back asleep.

Constance worried that something is wrong hits the button to call the nurses into the room. "Ms. Isles? Is everything okay? The night nurse asks as she comes into the room.

"She opened her eyes. Maura opened her eyes and she spoke. She said something about fruit baskets." Constance tells the nurse.

"Fruit?" The nurse asks as she checks Maura's vitals. "She is heavily drugged, she was probably having a dream. The doctor estimates that she will be coming around in the next day or so, it's just part of the waking process. I'll tell her doctor and if there is anything wrong he will come and talk to you." The nurse assures the older woman.

Noticing the calm way the nurse is speaking, Constance sits back in her seat and pulls the throw blanket she brought from home around herself. "Okay, Thank you." She says as she watches the nurse turn and walk out of the room.

Grabbing her daughter's hand she brings it to her lips to kiss Maura's delicate fingers. "I love you my darling." The older woman declares as she softly places her daughter's hand back on the bed.

Maura tries to decipher what life is a dream and what life is real. Maybe she is the woman who sits in a banquet hall with her friend as they wait to give blood. Maybe she is the woman who just lost her baby and is lying shattered and hopeless. The irritation she feels makes her think she is indeed the woman about to give blood. She can feel the anger pumping through her body. It makes her mad that she has lost someone close because there weren't more people like her and her partner around. Maura tries to hide her pain from her friend so she covers grief with humor like she always does, "I swear whoever gets my blood better thank their lucky stars for me. Like I want fruit baskets and thank you notes for this." She jokingly says before pulling out her phone.

But the images leave her and that is when she realizes that she was in fact dreaming. She is surrounded by blackness, as she tries with all her might to wake herself up. Maura knows there is a heavy amount of drugs in her system keeping her under and out of pain. Fighting through, she slowly opens her eyes and she can blurrily see her mother sitting next to her bed.

The dream she has just had makes Maura want to find the person who donated their blood. She wants to thank them like she remembered in that very vivid dream. Trying to convey this to her mother she begins to speak but the intense pain in her throat stops her. And when she tries once more she gets out a few words before the extreme draw forces her back into the blackness.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME JO FRIDAY?" Jane yells as she sees the little wiry haired dog chewing away on her work boots. "JO! I'm going to be so late!" Screaming at the mutt, she is thankful that she took over naming the little hairball. She wouldn't feel as satisfied yelling out the name Lina wanted to give the dog. How rewarding would angrily screaming the name Pickles at the top of her lungs be?

It has been more than a month and the little puppy still wasn't fully obedient or housebroken. When she walked into that pet store a few weeks ago she thought she would be walking out with a fish or a hamster. Something that could be flushed down the toilet or buried in a shoebox when it eventually died; not something that ate the shoes out of her shoebox and had poop that was big enough to be flushed down the toilet.

Rifling through her closet she finds her back up work boots and pulls them on. Walking back down the hall Jane screams out to her daughter. "You better be ready or else I'm lea—" But stops short when she sees her daughter fully dressed and ready to walk out the door. "I am always shocked to see you dressed and your backpack on. I don't think you're my kid. I was never on time for school."

"Maybe, I got that from daddy?" Lina asks and the comment throws Jane for a loop. It has been a while since her daughter has mentioned one word about her father. Not wanting Lina to think she has said something wrong Jane is quick to answer, "You must have gotten that from your father, that and your smelly feet."

Her little girl laughs as Jane follows her to the car. "Momma, I don't have smelly feet."

Opening the car door for Lina to get in she replies, "Why else do you think I call you stinky? Plus, you should have seen me last night. I couldn't fall asleep and so I went into your room and with one smell of your feet, I passed out on your floor for the whole night."

Watching her daughter laugh she closes the door and kisses her hand and places on the window like she always does.

Maura opens her eyes and immediately closes them from the blinding light. "Mom?" She calls out. "Mother!" The second times she asks it is a bit more franticly. Only calming when she hears her mother exit the bathroom.

"Darling, I'm right here." Constance comes to her daughter's side, grabbing Maura's hand with one of her own hand, and placing her other hand on her daughter's cheek. "Dear, it's all right. Everything will be okay."

Opening her eyes she accepts the pain, looking to her mother she readies herself to ask her question. Maura knows the answer; she felt it when she landed at the bottom of her staircase. She feels it now with the tingling sensation in her lower belly. But she needs to hear it, hear her mother say the words, "My baby girl?"

Looking into her daughter's eyes Constance dreads answering the question. Shaking her head from side to side she watches the agony behind those hazel eyes. "Say it." The blonde demands as the tears fall from her eyes. "Say it."

"She's gone Maura. The doctors did an emergency C-section, but it was too late." Constance dries her daughter's eyes. "Darling, she died when you fell." And with those words, Maura breaks and deep wails come from deep within. "MOMMA! MOM! WHY?"

Hearing the screams the nurses come running in. Seeing the woman screaming they stare on with no idea what to do next. And the blood curling screams do nothing to motivate them even when the blonde screams, "SEDATE ME! PLEASE JUST SEDATE ME!"

The only thing setting them into action is when they hear the doctor come in the room hollering, "Push for .05 milligrams of Ketamine!" Trying to take Maura's vitals, the doctor motions for the other nurses standing in the room to hold down the blonde. The last any of them hear from the blonde are her tortures screams of her baby.

It is the next day when Maura wakes again. This time feeling less sad but more dull to her thoughts. The reason she feels this way is explained when her mother sees that she is awake.

"Maura, how do you feel?" Her mother asks her and she immediately answers. "Better, I don't hurt so much."

"The doctor thought it would be best to put you on an antidepressant. It's only temporary, okay?"

"Okay." And for once since she has woken up she finds hope that maybe the pain could stop. "I love you mother, thank you for being here."

"Always."

"Mother?" Maura looks up from her spot on the couch. She sits balled up reading a book when a thought occurs to her. "What should I do about the nursery?"

From her spot over at the small office desk, Constance stops typing and comes to sit next to her daughter. "Don't worry my Darling. When you were still in the hospital I hired someone to go and clear it out. He painted it and put the furniture you had back into the room. I was worried it would upset you if you decided to go home instead of here with me."

It had been weeks since Maura was discharged from the hospital and temporarily moved into her mother's apartment. In that time she had made every excuse not to go back to her own apartment. When she needed something from home; she would either go buy it new, or ask her mother to grab it. Even if it had been weeks she didn't think she could go back home just yet. She didn't know how she would react to being there. The heartache from losing her daughter was gone but the sadness was still with her. It wasn't a crippling sadness but it was enough to bring tears to her eyes when she would think about her loss.

"Thank you mom." Maura says as she grabs her mother's hand. "Thank you for everything." Constance squeezes her daughter's hand as her reply. "Do you think I will ever be able to go back?"

Constance hears the question her daughter asks but she doesn't know if she means it figuratively or literally. Either way, Constance knows her daughter is strong and so she answers, "There is no doubt in my mind Maura." And she says it with such passion that Maura can only believe it's true.

Another chapter down, whoop whoop. The scene where Maura asks to be sedated is from an episode of Grey's. I just totally saw Maura reacting like that. Trying to be brave and strong but just losing it when the reality sets in. Anyway, more memories are coming Maura's way in the next chapter and maybe another run in for the ladies.