I personally don't like this chapter xD But I'll tell ya, I bet you didn't expect this. ;)

It was harder to update cause my dad and facebook have never been tighter…

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Niles woke up in the morning, still heart struck from the pain of yesterday. Everyone was still asleep, so he checked on C.C.––probably for the last time. He watched her sleep endearingly, and kissed her forehead as he left to the living room. As he went down the stairs, he saw Stuart at the door, and an overwhelming tide fell over Niles' heart.

He opened the door hesitantly and Stuart stepped inside. "Good morning, Niles. Is C.C. ready?"

"She's still asleep, sir. You'll have to wait a while." Niles said, thankful that she didn't need to leave right away before his eyes. He had grown so attached…

"That's fine," Stuart accepted to wait as he walked over to the couch to sit.

There was what Stuart would consider a casual silence, but Niles felt as a strenuous pause. Words were choking in Niles' throat; he didn't know exactly what to say, but he felt he needed to or else he'd have a heart attack (again).

"Must she go, sir?" He blurted. Stuart turned around behind the couch to face Niles, who wore a dead serious face.

"Pardon me, good man?" Start asked, quite suddenly interested in what Niles was asking. Niles sighed and walked over to closer to Stuart so that he did not have to twist his head all the way,

"Can't Ms. Babcock stay?" Niles found himself asking a little too desperately. Stuart tilted his head to the side, wanting Niles to elaborate. He blinked and thought that Stuart wasn't going to let him off without explaining himself.

Fran and Maxwell hid in the hallways and watched.

"Please, sir, I'm afraid I have let her down greatly… I don't want things to end this way for her; with disappointment and hate," Niles found himself in a spot that he could not get himself out of. Stuart's eyes were boring through his skin.

"Sir," he started, growing unbelievably impatient in his desperation. "Don't take her away from me."

Stuart smiled in some sort of knowing way, that somewhat puzzled Niles. "You really do love my darling, don't you."

Niles blinked and turned slightly away to let the silence be the answer. The Yenta couple… he thought, referring to Maxwell and Fran.

"Well good, cause I'm not here to take her back." Stuart declared as he stood up.

"You're not, sir?" Niles asked in amazement and hoped in all of the heavens that his ears did not deceive him.

"No. Instead, B.B. will only be here to merely speak with C.C."

As Stuart said that C.C. inherited, B.B.'s timing was correct as she opened the front door. "Alright where is she?" She asked exhaustedly, not exactly wanting to be here.

Fran and Maxwell crept out of the hall to join them. Stuart pulled Fran over to mumble in her ear, "I'll have you know, this was not easy at all."

Niles turned to Fran with a confused expression bolted onto his face. "…Wha?"

Fran patted Niles' shoulder and started to explain. "I was talking to C.C. last night and she told me some things, and after talking to Maxwell about you, I found Gracie still awake and after talking to her about both you and C.C. she suggested that the thing that is causing C.C. to hang on to her childhood is the lack of parental love but I said that she already had Niles but she said there was still her mother missing out of the picture and said the best way was to confront her right now rather than to drag her away into eternal doom and sorrow––" Fran inhaled a deep breath and everyone just stared at her for having the ability to talk that fast in one go. "The point is," Fran huffed. "She just needs to get things straight with her motha and everything will be back to normal."

"God," Stuart said looking in a distance. "My child is messed up," he muttered. "B.B., how on earth could you raise her like that?"

"Oh don't go pointing fingers at me, Stuart," B.B. snapped. "You're the one who never spent time with her!"

"Now, now, both of you!" Fran scolded. "It's both of your faults that your daughter grew up to be so… ya know."

Just as Fran said this, C.C. came down the stairs and walked slowly as she tried to catch the all the faces. When she saw her mother she stopped in her tracks, not believing it.

No, no, not her!

Get your ass over there, C.C.!

I don't want to!

Now!

"C.C.," Fran called. "Come down here, sweetie, everything's going to be okay."

C.C.'s eyes began to water in frustration. "No!"

She darted up the stairs only to slip on something and trip, sending her down the stairway, head hitting the floor again.

Everyone stood there with their jaws dropped at what just happened. It happened too fast for anyone to catch her, and she was motionless. This silence that buzzed was even deadlier as it killed one's trust in reality.

"Uyyy…"


They all stood there in front of the hospital room, as they had done before just a week ago. Maxwell, Niles, and Fran sat there, still stunned from the shock, while the first timers Stuart and B.B. sat with worry and anxiousness.

"I can't believe this happened … again." Maxwell mumbled to himself as he squinted into the air questioningly.

I'm just glad I didn't have do with it this time, Niles thought, also still shocked.

Dr. Walter walked out of the room, holding his clipboard once again. Déjà vu. "Well, looks like she has another concussion––but thankfully it's not as bad as before, and this time she may just be a little delusional for a while."

Everyone stared at him, not quite trusting him. The last time he said everything would only be "slight," but instead it led to a repeat of this whole mess.

He eyed everyone. "I'm sure this time," he defended, raising his hands. "You may see her, if you'd like."

B.B. stood up and sighed. "Let me in just for now," she groaned as everyone else stayed where they were and she went inside.

C.C. was awake already, staring blankly at the ceiling as B.B. quietly stepped in hesitantly until she dragged a chair and sat beside her. She looked into her baby blue pools, and the glint in her eye shot the feeling of misery.

"Um, hey there… darling," B.B. started awkwardly. She wasn't exactly used to "being there" for anyone. C.C.'s eyes looked over to her mother without moving her head or making any other response. She just couldn't speak, not to her. There were so many things she could say but only words of hatred would spill out. It was almost painful to see the hurt in her dead, emotionless eyes.

"I'm sorry, C.C. darling," B.B. said painfully as she tried so hard to set aside her pride. "I never knew you'd turn out like this…"

C.C. stared at her, thinking both "I can't believe she's saying this" and "what, is that all?"

"Do you hate me, dear?" C.C. had never had a conversation like this with her mother. She paused and waited for B.B. to go on, testing how far she would go.

"Cause darling, I don't have much to say, but that you're my daughter and I love you."

C.C. froze internally at the words that she thought she'd never hear her mother say. It was always something like "I expect the best from you," or "I want to be proud of you," every other word in between "I" and "you." Her eyes began to water as her mother held her hand.

B.B. stroked away the tears from her darling's face. "What has been done and said cannot be undone, dear, but if there is anything that you need from me, I'm here."

So many things began to unlock in C.C.'s mind––the hatred and anger she had inwardly held towards her family for not ever having her back, for not ever being there, for forming this coldhearted beast that ate and tore her life apart; all seemed to melt away at B.B.'s words. They couldn't be lies; C.C. knew when her own mother was lying, as she done so often before.

"I love you, too, mummy," C.C. said quietly in a high-pitched tone, no longer able to pull her tears of joy back in.

B.B. embraced her sick daughter and traced back to when she first held her at the hospital, when small Chastity Claire was brought into the world. She had never done so again since, until now.

Fran and the others peeked through the door, watching the scene. Fran put her hand over her heart, admiring the touching moment. "See," she started. "This is why you need to be good to your kids." Fran lightly elbowed Maxwell as she said this; he merely rolled his eyes at her.

"So does that mean I am forgiven?" B.B. asked lightly as she still hugged C.C.

"Shush, mummy, don't ruin a moment."


"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."

Lewis B. Smedes.

In memory of those people.


C.C. was instructed to stay in the hospital overnight, so Fran, Maxwell, and the Babcocks left to home. Niles asked Maxwell if he could stay with her for the night, and knowing how Niles felt now, he left him to her.

Niles came into her room quietly, as she was asleep. The lights were down, so he made his way carefully so that he would not trip on anything. The moonlight out in the window cast a thin silhouette along C.C.'s face, which made her look enchantingly beautiful. He sat in the chair beside and watched her sleep peacefully. He wondered what went on in that crazy little head of hers, especially after today.

C.C. sensed a presence over her and stirred as Niles sat still, afraid that he had disturbed her.

"Hey, daddy," she murmured, still half-asleep. "What are you doing here?"

"Just watching over you," he replied, his voice low and quiet… and soothing.

"Oh." C.C.'s face slightly lightened in relief that she would not be spending the night alone. She took his hand and held it. "Am I going to be okay?"

"Of course you are." Niles stroked away a lock of her hair and set it behind her ear with his free hand.

"So I'll be able to spend time with you again?" She folded their hands to a game of thumb war.

"Mhm," Niles smiled as he watched their thumbs spar. It wasn't necessarily a war, for their thumbs merely overlapped each other and stroked against one another lightly.

"And we can go to the park?"

"Yes, of course."

"McDonalds?"

"Anything for you, dear," Niles chuckled. There was a comfortable pause and their hands continued to softly battle.

"…Even if you aren't my daddy?"

Niles froze at the question, his thumb lying dead under hers. She looked at him with innocent and hopeful eyes, as his began to water. C.C. gently stroked away at his wet eyes with her other hand, still awaiting his answer, her touch so sweet and loving. She rested her hand where it stopped, against the side of his head.

"Of course." He smiled as well as C.C. and kissed her forehead. It sent a spark of joy and security over her, that this time would not ever be broken by reality, and returned to her peaceful sleep.


Scratch that, I love this chapter now. xD Hoped you loved it as well.

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