Sorry folks that it's taken so long to post new chapters, There was school trouble, then car problems, and now health issues. I'll post when I can but I need a good kick in the butt every now and then like what I got from WorldOfMagic711, Dude (Or dudette), the next two chapters are for you.
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It was late again. I'd called Mustang and gotten him to send a lawyer so Bea and I could sign the guardianship papers. I'd worked Havoc the hardest I could, then sent him to the hot tub and for a rub down to relax his muscles. Now he was out cold. Bea looked like she was asleep too, she'd told me last time she'd fed Harry, she still wanted to help me. I studied her sheets for the fifth time that hour. They didn't lie to me, they couldn't. Bea was dying, the amount of time was almost scheduled. She might live through the next three days. I swallowed, and looked at Harry. He was sleeping as peaceful as any baby I'd ever seen. I wheeled his cradle out to the hallway. Fuery was standing guard this night. I made him stand at attention while I ordered him to look after Harry while I did some tests in the room. "Under no circumstances are you to enter. No matter what. Do you understand, Master Sergeant?"
He saluted me, "Yes, ma'am. Ma'am?" He asked before I turned to leave. I lifted an eyebrow. "What kinds of tests are you doing that you can't have the baby in the room for?"
I squared my shoulders, "If I wanted you to know that don't you think I'd have told you?" I turned on my heel and re-entered the room before he could ask again.
I stood next to both sleeping figures, they were so peaceful. "Bea?" I touched her shoulder. She snapped awake. "Last chance to jump ship?" I asked her to stop this.
She smiled at me, "Do you want me to take any messages to the other side?
"Yeah, Tell my Grandfather… Tell him I'm fighting… I'm fighting for what I believe in, and that I love him, and that I'm sorry for the sins I've caused." I swallowed with some difficulty, "Ready?"
She nodded, watching me.
I rolled Havoc so that he was resting on one shoulder, and then rolled Bea onto her stomach. I clapped my hands together picturing the perfect spine, healthy, strong, undamaged, and with every nerve ending doing what it was supposed to. I pressed the tips of my left hand to the middle of Bea's back then touched my other fingers to Havoc's back just above where his wound was. My eyes flew open as the Alchemic charge used my body as a medium. I was forcing most of the pain to stay in my body. God it hurt. My lungs were on fire, and I couldn't muster a breath to relieve them. Every joint, going from each of my fingers across my shoulders then back down my other arm felt like someone was shoving daggers into them. I clinched my teeth at first trying not to scream. The pain went on forever. I looked to Bea. Her face was blue from the Reaction light, which came out as lighting bolts from my body and little ones from her and Havoc's back. She was watching me, a proud smile on her face. Slowly she closed her eyes, and a look of calm passed through her face. Then she just stopped breathing. I let my tears fall, and the transmutation finished.
I fell to my knees. I couldn't see straight, my entire body shook, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I spent such a long time kneeling on the cold floor that my throbbing feet went numb, and my knees stopped hurting and went numb like my feet.
Finally I pulled myself shakily to my ice cold feet. It took me a while to roll Bea's body on to her back. I was so tired I could barely lift her. I managed it, eventually, and leaned against the wall next to her bed. She looked so peaceful. Her hair covered her pillow and made her pale face stand out. Like Snow White waiting for her prince, I decided, but he was already gone. He'd died before she could be with him…
I limped over to Havoc's bed, and rolled him onto his back. He'd slept through the entire thing, not even flinching. I knew the transplant had worked, when I poked his foot with a pen. His toes curled. I let my held breath out. It had worked. Bea hadn't died without a reason. I buried my face in one of my hands after I'd covered Havoc back up. Carefully I rubbed my face, and looked over at the clock. It was four a.m.
I needed to get out of the building. Slowly I picked up my coat and pulled on my shoes. I stopped as the swinging door came to a rest, after I'd stepped out of the room. I looked back at Fuery, asleep with Harry in his arms. Carefully I tucked a blanket from the room around the two of them before I snuck out. I kept my jacket pulled tightly around me, the hood pulled up as I slowly radiated away from the hospital. The wind kept trying to rip it from my hold. I wandered without noticing anything. Despite my heels I never noticed my feet start to hurt. Well after sunrise I came across a flower vender who was starting to set up shop. I bought a dozen large sunflowers and white roses. I left the sunflowers at the grave I painstakingly searched out, and then I walked for another hour until I found their house.
Okay, so like I promised, here's the first chapter, now go to the second.