OK. I deem this story AU from this point on and before. It's what I do.

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Bianca picked up the keys that Fitz dropped when he was arrested.

"Jenna, swing at it." She whispered and Jenna gulped, a flashback of pain flooding over her. Giving birth prematurely in the Zen Garden, Bianca and Fitz getting arrested for drug possession in school, Sam's body on the floor…Legally dead for 7 seconds…

There. She felt the overwhelming need for revenge. She wanted revenge, she could taste the bitter sweetness of it, manifesting her tongue until it spread over her limbs and it happened.

With a cry, she swung heartily. The alarm immediately sounded in protest but Bianca shushed it, tossing them to KC to join in.

And with every swing Jenna felt better. She felt that Fitz could've damaged her baby, an extension of her, and he, the monster, almost killed her boyfriend. That was her escape, her one, parts of her other half. He made her feel alive. He was good for her.

And she wasn't good for him. She almost got him killed. Sam Luke Yancey could've died.

Jenna stopped. She knelt down and no longer sobbed, she stared at Bianca and KC beat up the vehicle until the cops came. Bianca was crying and she told some lie about how it was hers. The cops had to deal with bigger things, obviously, tonight and let this go.

"What's her problem? Look's like she's been to hell and back." The big cop said and Jenna looked down at her hands, which were pleating her green dress.

Bianca sighed. "She's just been through a lot tonight."

"I'm sorry we didn't get to do it." Eli said once their parents had left to converse with Mr. Simpson. He sat on the hospital chair with Claire's head in his lap.

Clare rolled her eyes. "This whole thing got me thinking. We don't need to rush this Eli." She looks up at him and holds his hand. "Life could be short, and I want to spend it the way I should. Enjoying every moment to the fullest. It doesn't even matter if we do it or not.

Eli nodded, playing with her painted fingernails. "So you're saying we should stop trying. Just let it happen."

Clare shrugged. "You can't put your life on a schedule. If we're going to… do it… then I want it to be natural. No hotel room with rose petals or this or that or any other really cliché stuff. I just want the room to be clean."

Eli chuckled. "Then we should probably do it at your house."

Clare shoved him and Eli nodded back to where Adam wasn't even trying to break up the verbal smackdown his mother and Fiona were having anymore. He was playing a handheld videogame right now. He had scratches on his face and certainly looked battered enough.

"Poor boy." Clare shook her head.

"Yeah, but poor girl. Mrs. Torres is a force to be reckoned with. At least your parents like me."

"Clarebear, can we talk?" Clare's mother's voice shot through them like a siren. Clare's father was still talking with Mr. Simpson.

"I sit corrected." Eli whispered fearfully.

*waves hello*

There's about 3 more chapters left until an epilogue.

Love you all.