Disclaimer: Only own story lines nothing else except my OC's.
Character(s): Isabella, Phineas, Gretchen (mentioned)
Rated: K+
Word: Gone
Suggested by: My messed up mind
Isabella Flynn's hands shook as she read the letter that she had gotten from the mailbox. She blinked as she re-read the same line several times over. The twenty-five year old sank into the couch as the words of the letter sank in. Isabella felt the tears stinging at her eyes. She read the letter one last time before she erupted into tears.
Phineas heard this and burst into the living room. The red-head was still wearing his welding goggles and gloves. He pushed his goggles back revealing his dark blue eyes which were filled with concern for his expectant wife.
"Izzy, what's wrong?" he asked her gently.
Isabella handed him the letter with a U.S. Military stamp in the corner. Phineas gave the letter a quick read-over then started to hand it back to his wife. He paused and looked at the letter again. The color started draining from his face. He went slack jawed and his eyes widened.
"Th-th-there m-m-must b-b-be some k-k-kind of m-m-mistak-k-ke," Phineas stammered out.
"They have dog tags for a reason Phin," Isabella's voice was hitched as she spoke.
"M-m-maybe someone s-s-switched them out," Phineas tried coming up with an excuse, any glimmer of hope.
"A personalized dog tag, that she would never ever let out of her sight?" Isabella quired.
"Had I known her last leave was going to be her last I would have-" Phineas was interrupted by his wife.
"No one could have known. Phin we have to do right by her. They're bringing her home," Isabella said quietly.
"No they aren't," Phineas said bitterly.
"What do you mean?" Isabella returned.
"If they were bringing her home, she would be injured and alive, not dead," Phineas muttered.
"Gretchen knew the risks when she enlisted. We were her only family after that semi wiped out her parent's car. She had no siblings," Isabella said.
"We still haven't picked out a middle name for the baby," Phineas said, glancing at his wife as she rubbed her abdomen.
"Anna Gretchen Flynn doesn't sound too good," Isabella returned.
"Do you mind if Anna is her middle name?" Phineas suggested.
"Gretchen Anna Flynn…It's fitting," Isabella replied.
"She won't be anything like her…." Phineas said softly.
"She's gone Phin. No power in the world can change that," Isabella said gently.
"I know, I know," Phineas answered.
End A/N: See messed up? And this little munchie bit was written well after midnight…Weird stuff happens after midnight.