Hello, beautiful readers! Thank you for the kind reviews. This chapter is a little shorter, but there was nothing I could really bring over from Chapter 12 (I'm already done with Chapter 14!). Hope you enjoy this addition, and please review/message me!

Interstellar: Revivisco, Part II
Chapter 11 - Raptis

1 week, 6 days until the launch of the Endurance Mission

"Cooper, how are you doing getting to know the crew? Getting along well?" Professor Brand asked. Cooper was walking around his office, looking at the equation.

"I don't think we have much of a choice, now do we?" Cooper saw a smile appear on the older gentleman's face. "I'm getting along with everyone just fine. Rom's got a different sense of humor, I like it. Doyle's not as talkative, and I don't think your daughter cares for me too much, sir, but we'll learn to cope, I guess." He saw Professor Brand smile.

"Amelia," he paused, walking over next to Cooper. "I think Amelia's a little skeptical of you."

"Well, no offense, but for all the right reasons. She's been preparing for this for years and I'm gonna have a little less than 3 weeks when it is all said and done." Cooper thought about that look she'd given him when he walked into what he had decided was her quiet space - the embryo lab. "I'm not worthy of it in her eyes, and I get that. This project seems to be her baby, oddly enough."

"She was curious as to why I would have you pilot the mission, but I told her that you were the best person I knew for the job and it was even a miracle that you found us in the first place." Cooper chuckled, looking back at Professor Brand.

"I don't think Amelia really believes in miracles, sir." Cooper pulled a chair away from the wall and sat in it.

"She will one day, Cooper, don't worry." Professor Brand saw Cooper's eyebrow twitch.

"Then how does she believe in them or they or whatever we're calling them?" He was getting more confusing by the moment. "That doesn't make much sense."

"Because she knows that wormholes don't just exist on their own; that's how she believes in them." Cooper thought about that and decided that wasn't enough for him but yet it answered so many of his questions.

"Awfully windy today," Cooper muttered as he and Amelia stood on the porch. "Snow's gonna come in, that is if it snows here."

"How do you know? Did TARS say something?" she asked, causing him to smile.

"I farmed in the northern-midwest of the United States, Amelia - I know when it's gonna snow." Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Okay, smartass," she smiled, "but you better hope that it doesn't snow too much. You do want to go look at the incubator tomorrow, don't you?"

"Of course I do." They gently smiled at each other. "I want to look at our baby."

"It's not really a baby yet," she reminded him, causing him to shake his head.

"Such a cynic, aren't you, Brand?" Amelia looked at him again, smiling.

"Well it's not. It's not even visible to the naked eye right now."

"Don't look at everything as a specimen." Cooper tried to make it sound light without having he statement lose its meaning.

"No promises," she said as they walked back into the house. "I don't want it to snow. It just makes it difficult to get anywhere or to do anything." Amelia was walking into her lab to look through sample profiles on her tablet. "And just as I suspected, this dirt's going to take a long time to dry up if we get a big snow, or any snow for that matter. It's still not bounced back from that rain. It's too cold."

"Jesus," Cooper whispered from behind her. "Your little friend is going to be so happy about this."

"My little frien- oh, Hart. Yeah, thrilled." Amelia put down the tablet and leaned onto the desk in front of her.

Cooper watched as Amelia stood up straight, stretching her arms. "She's probably scared of you now."

"Doubt it. People like that don't accept defeat." And for that reason, Amelia feared Hart.

Cooper and Amelia stood in front of the incubator. "That's her?" he asked.

"I suppose so," Amelia whispered, her hand gently pressed to the glass. "She's ours." Amelia felt a tear escape her right eye. Cooper wrapped an arm around her. "Can you believe it?"

"Not really," he said with a smile.

"I never knew I had this many tears stored up in my body, that's for sure," Amelia replied as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She looked back through the glass - a disgusting sight if you didn't know what was in there, and even then it wasn't for the weak. Tons of fabricated human tissue wasn't the prettiest thing, but it was what was necessary. "Do we have to leave?"

"And I thought you'd be having to pull me out of here," Cooper laughed. "There's another snow coming and we need to get home."

"Alright." Amelia put her hand back on the glass, desperately wanting to say something into the glass but not wanting to look crazy. "In a few months, when she starts to recognize voices," she said to herself.

"What?" she heard Cooper behind her.

"We're going to have to start coming in more often in a few months to talk to her so she'll recognize our voices." He smiled as they began to walk away. "We already won't have that physical connection, but if she can hear us, it'll make it easier by the time the birth rolls around. Easier on her, that is."

"Oh, yeah," Cooper replied as they left the incubation room. "That's important."

"Well, what did you guys think?" asked one of the techs.

Amelia smiled and gently shook her head. "It's amazing."

"Really is," Cooper said as he looked down at her.

"I thought I heard you two." Christ, Amelia thought. "What brings you both here?"

"Well, Dr. Hart, we've come to check in on something." Cooper watched with amusement as Amelia had a stare off with Hart.

"At the incubation clinic?" Hart asked, still staring at Amelia.

"Yep." Amelia smiled down at her, her shoes giving her extra height.

"Are you two...?" Cooper nodded.

"We're having a baby," he replied. "Just started the incubation process a week ago." Hart seemed to be very interested.

"Congratulations, you two!" Amelia was shocked by how genuine her tone seemed.

"We're excited," Amelia stated, holding Cooper's hand. "Now if you'd excuse us, we need to be on our way. There's another snow front coming through." Amelia tugged Cooper away who gladly followed her lead.

"You really don't need to be jealous," Cooper whispered happily. "It's hot, though."

"I'm not jealous, I just don't trust her."

"So you had a good time today?" he asked, looking over Amelia's shoulder to the window, the snow falling again.

"Yeah, it was great." She smiled to herself, thinking about going back soon. "You?"

"It was amazing. It's neat to think that's ours, you know?" Amelia shook her head in agreement.

"What do you think our chances of leaving the house tomorrow?" Cooper chuckled at her question.

"Eh, nonexistent," he admitted. "We'll have around five inches by the afternoon tomorrow if these keeps up."

"Really?" she asked.

"You hopin' for a snow day off from school, Amelia?" He began to tickle her, causing her to laugh and jump. "It's been so long since we've done this!"

"Thank... ha! Thank God you... we haven't! Ah!" She playfully tried to fight him off. "Cooper!"

"Am-eeel-lia!" he exaggerated, enjoying the contest.

Her breathing had become ragged, the tingling sensation of his fingers leaving their mark wherever they moved to. "Coo-Cooper!" He stopped, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. "Uh, thank you."

"I forgot how ticklish you are." Cooper stated as she began to calm down.

"No clue," Amelia breathed, beginning to laugh.

"I'm gonna need to remember that." She rolled her eyes, settling back into the bed.

"Yeah, I'll remember it, too," she replied, facing away from him like before; Amelia tapped her beside table light, turning it off. "I don't think I'm going to enjoy this snow, I don't like having to stay in the house."

"You like staying busy. Brand, you're forgetting that I'm a lot to take care of. No way you'll get bored." She had seemed to lighten up since she'd told him she was on board with the idea of a baby. Now they just had to wait nine months.

"I'm not forgetting, trust me. I know you're a lot to handle." Her remark made Cooper to smile.

"Goodnight, Amelia."

"NO! NO!"

"Amelia! Amelia! Wake up! It's okay!" she heard, being rattled from her sleep.

She sat up, looking over at Cooper, concern all over his face.

"You were yelling." Amelia put her hand to her forehead, feeling the sweat.

"It was that dream again," she admitted honestly, turning to Cooper. "It's been so long since I've had that dream."

"We're right here, together," he said, laying back down, bringing her with him. "I guess it's good that it's been a while since you've had that dream."

"Yeah," she replied, her hand snaking across his chest. "I haven't had that dream in months." She listened to his heartbeat.

He knew that she would never stop having that dream, just like he'd never stop dreaming about the crash. "That's good, though. These dreams are never going to leave us, Amelia."

"They're like the friends who have overstayed their welcome hours after the party ended," she said, smiling.

He chuckled, causing her to lift up and look at him. She kissed him hard, her right hand cradling his head. "Went from a bad dream to that? Alright." He kissed her back, and she giggled into the kiss. She felt herself being pushed over onto her back.

"God, you're controlling," she whispered as she broke the kiss.

"I'm a pilot, Amelia, remember?" she laughed again, pulling him down for another kiss.

1 day before Cooper's arrival on the planet

She'd thought about keeping a journal, but what was the point? Was it worth starting up Plan B? There was no glory in being the last human alive.

She thought about Wolf, buried outside. "Everyone's dead," she whispered softly, too drained to cry.

He should be here with me, she thought. "Had to jump to your death. Well, you didn't have to." Had it been her imagination or had she felt something between them just before he... left? Nah, just my imagination trying to be kind; trying to give me some good memories.

She'd thought about going into the pod and not setting a wake up date, but that was too much like Dr. Mann, and she wasn't going to be him. No one will be coming here to wake me up, anyway.

I guess your wish is coming true, dad. I have to start up Plan B, you piece of shit.

Loneliness was Amelia's speciality, and she was about to perfect it as far as she was concerned.

Cooper handed Amelia the mug of coffee as they stood at the window. "You're right. There will be a foot before we know it," Amelia said, breathing in the coffee's yummy smell.

"What'd I tell you?" He watched the snow fall in large and small flakes. "It's amazing how much this place is like Earth."

Amelia breathed onto the window and drew a smiley face in the steam.

"Amelia!" Cooper said, immediately copying her. "I forgot how much fun this is."

"Imagine if we had neighbors! What would they think?" They continued drawing.

"Glad to know that CASE and I live with two mature adults." They both turned around to see TARS in the kitchen with them. "What?"

They said nothing, instead both silently acknowledged that they kept getting interrupted one way or the other by their robot 'friends'. "We need to do something 'bout that."

"At least they haven't started to come upstairs," she whispered, getting another laugh out of Cooper.

"Don't give 'em any ideas," he whispered back, walking away from the window. "Maybe if I threaten to lock them in the unit again."

"Cooper, that's terrible!" He chuckled as Amelia walked toward the table, grabbing her tablet.

"They're robots, Amelia." She didn't seem to pay attention as she began to skim through the news.

"Hart's apparently getting ready to create advisory boards for new legislation that was previously not needed. Wonder which one you'll get assigned to?" she asked without looking up from the tablet.

"How do you know I'll get assigned to one?" He'd turn it down if he got the offer, anyway.

"I think that's obvious," Amelia said with a hint of humor. Cooper smiled to himself as he sat down next to her.

"You worry too much." She nodded, knowing he was right.

"I know," she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I know I do."

"You need to cut it out. It's not healthy." He watched as she continued to read.

"My brain creates things to worry about even when there isn't a thing that should be bothering me. I think that's just my nature." She tried to think back to a time in her life where she didn't have to worry and she couldn't remember one.

"I think that's part of our generation, Amelia. Always worrying about something. The blight came and ripped up our lives. We're used to fear." He didn't want to be used to it anymore.

Dr. Brand,

We regret to inform you that M3031H did not take. It appears that the fertilized egg didn't attach to the artificial placenta as planned. This happens in humans regularly, but the pregnancy normally goes unnoticed considering how early into the gestation period this was.

If you would like, we can begin the process for N1107T as soon as possible. We understand if you want to take some time to think about it first.

Our sincerest apologies.

Dr. Fred Tilly

"You're kidding me," Amelia said aloud as she finished reading the message. "Cooper."

"What's wrong?" He saw the hurt on her face.

"The egg... it didn't... something happened." She now saw the hurt on his.

"It's gone?" Cooper asked. Amelia nodded, her face blank.

"The egg didn't take to the bag," she said, looking at him. "Cooper, I..."

"Don't you dare apologize for this. This is not your fault. No one could help this." She nodded again, getting up from the chair. "What do you want to do now?"

"They said we can start up the other egg whenever we want," Amelia calmly replied as Cooper walked closer.

Cooper rubbed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, sure. You okay with that?" He sat down in the chair next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled weakly. "This is what I want." She began to write a reply email, too busy to notice the painful look on his face.

This would be so much simpler if she could- He stopped himself, knowing that this wasn't her fault. She can't help this. She can't control it. This is our best bet.

He looked over at Amelia, her posture suddenly careless. She's upset, too. They'd already gone to check on the egg once just out of sheer excitement. Maybe if they hadn't gone for a visit they wouldn't feel so attached. But you're supposed to feel attached to your child, no matter how early on it is.

He knew that Amelia was probably on the verge of another unnecessary apology. "Amelia." She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "We're gonna be alright."

"I know," she said, rereading her message.