Chapter 14: The End

Chris smiled contently as he watched his two 'brothers' and little 'sister' sleep. They had brought Nikole in 30 minuets before and though she had yet to awaken, the doctors were optimistic about her recovery, although the family thought it was to ease their minds.

The four of them were together again, and all would be fine, according to the medical staff.

Mary walked past her their room and stood at the partially opened door, watching him. Chris was laying there with a book in one hand and his other under his head, as he watched them.

She'd been so worried about him the last few days, that she was afraid something would happen to him if anything went wrong.

Looking back on the first days of their marriage, she was glad they were still together, glad that they had friends and family to watch out and to be with them.

She sighed as she saw him look at those in the room with him.

Trent had fallen asleep with a slight grin on his face, due mainly to the fact that he was getting out the next day.

Vin was lightly dozing, face turned to the window as the sun disappeared behind the tree line.

Nikole was laying on her side, arms wrapped around herself, and was breathing quickly, as though caught in a nightmare.

Chris watched her carefully, as the other two boys woke up and looked at their little sister.

Mary walked off, not wanting to be involved in any interruption that may come, though she prayed silently as she saw Josiah Sanchez enter the room.

Keirstien Nikolette Morgan was dying and there was nothing they could do about it. That was the thought that was going through all their minds when Josiah walked in only to be asked to call Nikole's parents.

Mary quietly walked to a room and a slight smile touched her lips as she saw the portrait that hung above the fireplace.

She remembered the day it was taken, like it was yesterday. It was the Harvest Festival on Johnson Ranch and the seven men were not really posing for a picture that Nikole had endlessly insisted on.

"It's only a picture, boys. It won't kill ya'll to have just one taken. As a souvenir," she added with a slight trademark grin. The picture was taken right as they got out of 'formation' and tackled her.

For some reason, Chris thought back to how Alpha Team Seven had met the girl they know considered their little sister.

United States President Joseph Erickson sat in his office talking to Five Star General Orrin Travis, "Travis, you know I can't give you that information."

"I need to know who and what Alpha Seven is. My men are getting scared, Joseph."

"Let's just say that unless they are hiding something, they have nothing to fear and leave it at that."

The door to the office flung open and a young woman stood there eyebrow raised, "You' she said pointing at General Travis, "Out. Now."

"You have no authority-" he began, only to be cut off by the president himself.

"Actually she does Orrin. You need to leave," he said dismissing him.

He left and the girl immediately turned to the president, "You of all people should know, Joseph, I work alone. And what do you do, you set me up with seven arrogant men who put masculinity above brains. Cowboy has a suicide mission and he's the LEADER of all things."

"That's the reason I chose YOU, Kole, you can break through his ice and give him a reason to live again."

Kole sighed, "I get close to no one, Uncle Joseph. You know this, and why."

"And you know why I want you to do this." Joseph sighed, "You're the only one who can do it Kolie. I'm sorry, but my decision is final."

The girl was near tears, "Please don't do this, Joseph, please."

"Dismissed, Agent Morgan," his decision was final. She WOULD follow orders, and he knew it, no matter where it lead, she'd follow them.

She arrived at the base and changed into a pair of tan cargo pants and a black t-shirt.

She found team seven in the training room and puled out her whistle, gaining their attention, "Line up into formation, gentlemen. We have work to do."

The leader in black looked at her. His 6'5" frame towering over her 5'2", "Why should I take orders from you?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Are you really asking me that, Colonel Larabee? If so, I want to see 10 laps and the training room, NOW!"

Larabee laughed, "I don't take orders from little girls like you."

"From what I've seen, you don't take orders from anyone, anyway, so why don't you humor me?"

"I'll humor you," he said, throwing a punch at her, only to find himself on the ground, hands behind his back in cuffs, "Anyone else want to try that?"

General Travis looked at his men who were sporting different injuries, "Can any of you explain how an 18 year old beat the crap out of you and walked out without a scratch?" when he got no reply, he turned to Larabee, "And you, why did you antagonize her? I warned you of her training."

When no one answered, he ordered them to apologize, before kicking them out.

Nikole woke with a start and quickly sat up, only to feel dizziness wash over her, "Nikole?" the quiet voice of Trent Malloy, made her slowly open her eyes, "You with me, honey?"

"Yeah," she whispered, "Is everyone okay?"

"Everyone's fine, we were worried about you honey."

"Shouldn't worry about me," she said, passing out in his arms.

Jordan pulled the curtain back, "She's just sleeping now, she'll be okay."

A black Buick pulled into the driveway and a man in uniform got out carrying his duffle bag. Family came running out to meet him, and hugs and hand shakes were exchanged.

The young man entered the room, and saw Trent holding his wife. Trent smiled and handed her over, careful of the IV.

"She's all yours Johnathan."

THE END!

Yeah sorry it took so long, You can shoot me now, I promise it was all because I debated on whether I should kill my OC Nikole or not. She threatened to dispose of me if I tried so she's still alive.