Title: Plan B
Chapter 3 – Rescued from Despair

"DADDY! GET UP!"

It's not the voice he expected to hear. It was shrill. It was scared…it was his beloved goddaughter.

"Aurora? Sweetheart, what's going on? Where's daddy? Where's Kelly?"

*earlier*

Severide looks at his agitated daughter and then outside to the darkening skies and frowns. She had been emotionally weepy all day, testing his patience and forcing him to have to go outside to take a few deep breaths and then come back when he's calmer and ready to answer without sounding harsh or angry.

"Want to go for a walk to the lake? Maybe explore the other side?" Severide suggests, telling himself that he has lots of time and that they'd get some fresh air, he'd tire her out for a nap and then the rest of evening would be spent watching movies and just relaxing without her constantly asking for her mommy.

"Okay," she replies somewhat reluctantly.

But not wanting to give his daughter the opportunity to change her mind, Severide scoops her up from her place on the floor by the table and all her toys and coloring equipment and carries her to the door. He puts on her shoes, this time choosing her small raincoat just in case and then gets one for himself. They head outside for some fresh air and a walk; Severide looking up and praying that the incoming storm holds off a bit longer. That prayer wouldn't be answered.

"Let's explore that side of the lake, okay?"

"Okay daddy," Aurora agrees as her blue eyes widen as she hears the roll of thunder in the distance.

Severide hears it too but tells himself that they wouldn't be long and the storm wouldn't get them. "Look over there sweetheart," he directs her attention to an old moored boat; one that looks like it hasn't been used for a long time. He spies the old fishing shack in the distance and frowns; his mind recalling the story from the owner and why it was no longer in use.

"What is it daddy?"

"It's an old fishing shack. Come on, let's take a closer look," he suggests. As they near the shack he can feel the air starting to cool and knows that time is running out. He pushes the door open and Aurora instantly steps back behind her father's legs to shield herself from whatever's inside. "Noting to be scared about," he assures her as she pops her head back out. He picks her up and carries her inside, the smell of dead fish instantly hitting them.

"Ewwwww…smelly daddy," she looks at her father with a scrunched face; Severide unable to do anything but offer a smile.

There were no more carcasses but with the regular usage over the years, the strong odor had seeped into its surroundings and there it remains unless torn down and rebuilt.

"So fishermen would come here to seek shelter from the rain storms and wind storms. And if someone is scared they would come here and be safe. But when the weather was nice, they'd come to clean their fish or just to get away from the big city for a bit. In fact…"

Severide gets so caught up in telling his daughter stories about fisherman on the lake and in general that he doesn't realize the wind blowing outside has already gained strength and with it brings the storm clouds even closer.

It's not until he hears a very distinct *crack* that his attention snaps back to reality and his panic starts to build. He hurries to the door and pulls it open, uttering a quick gasp just as the rain starts to pelt his face. "Oh damn," he gently curses as he quickly turns to his daughter, zipping up her jacket and making sure that she was as covered as possible. "Time to go baby girl."

"Daddy!" Aurora exclaims as the sky overhead rips open and a bright bolt of lightning races through the sky overhead; a few moments later a loud crack of thunder shaking the area around them. Aurora's lips let out a terrified cry and Severide wonders if they should turn back and just ride out the storm in the shack or try to make it back to the cabin.

He starts to reason that the shack had nothing for them in the way of real protection and safety, it was dark, unheated and could literally collapse at any moment if the wind would gain any kind of momentum. The cabin on the other hand was waiting with heat and light and real shelter. I have to chance it. And so he does, against the little nagging voice in the pit of his stomach. He gathers his daughter up in his strong grasp and leaves the fishing shack, Aurora clinging to her father as her eyes water from fear.

"Shhh baby girl, it's okay," Severide tries to calm her fears. The driving rain continues to attack their outer shells, the protective clothing holding but his mind knowing that everything else that was exposed was getting a really good soaking. Down the path…up the hill…round the corner…home…go!

The area around them seems darker than normal and the path…unfamiliar. What the hell? Did I take a wrong turn? His mind ponders in concern as he stops and looks around in wonder. I left a light on in the cabin…didn't I? Oh damn why can't I see it now!

"Daddy! I'm scared!" Aurora exclaims as her arms tighten around his neck with some added pressure. But just before he can climb the hill to go back up, a bolt of lightning strikes a nearby tree, forcing it to split and crack and the scared child to scream in panic.

"It's okay…shhh, it's okay, it's okay," Severide whispers as he starts to quicken his pace, his eyes squinting into the darkened forest before them and trying to quicken his pace. Up the hill…get up the hill…he keeps telling himself. But then the unthinkable happens. Another bolt of lightning cracks overhead, this time striking another tree that's closer than he might think.

The branches split.

They fly through the air.

His eyes widen as he thinks one of them is sailing in his direction. He turns, trying to shield Aurora in his grasp. The branch strikes his back, forcing them both to fling forward, his lips to cry out before both fall to the ground. Unmoving.

A few moments later, Aurora's eyes awaken to another sound of thunder and looks around in a mad panic. "DADDY!" She screams as she tries to crawl toward her father's unmoving frame. "DADDY! DADDY! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" She calls out loudly as she tugs on his jacket with her little hands. "DADDY! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"

But her father doesn't budge. She pulls at his rain soaked jacket, tearfully begging him to wake up. "Daddy!" Her voice dies out just as another crack of thunder pounds the sky and she screams in fear. But a few seconds later there is a quiet lull in the storm and she hears something. Something she's heard many many times before. The ringing of a phone. "Daddy! Phone! Phone!" She exclaims to his unmoving frame. "Daddy!" She whimpers as her little hands try to find the source of the ringing. But it stops. She stops. Then it starts again and she starts again. It happens two more times until she finally finds the bright face plate with Uncle Matt's face on the display with the words 'incoming call' right below it. She answers but at the same time the wind starts to howl even harder and thunder cracks once more and she needs her father.

"DADDY!" She screams, her little shrill exclamation, forcing her Uncle on the other end of the line to take swift action. The phone doesn't ring again and she shoves it back into her father's pocket and tries again to nudge him awake. "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! Wake up!" Then she starts to cry harder and call out to her mommy. She grabs her father's arm and pulls at it again. No response. She looks around the darkness and wonders if she should go and try to seek shelter. She sees the fishing shack not far away.

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Casey's mind swirls with terrifying thoughts as he pictures in his mind's eye Severide badly injured and Aurora left to fend for herself in the dark storm, wandering away and getting lost or worse – getting hurt or even killed. His throat is unable to swallow but knows that especially in such inclement weather, Severide would never leave his precious little daughter to fend for herself. The fact that he's not answering or calling back tells him all he needs to know – his friend is hurt, possibly worse.

It takes what feels like a small eternity for him to arrive at the turn off to the cabin and even then forgoes the usual comforts he gets from driving carefully down the gravel road. A few bumps force the truck to respond with angry grunts but he pushes past that telling himself something more was at stake.

"Oh no," Casey's lips mutter as he comes to a screeching halt before the darkened cabin. "Kelly!" Casey shouts as he races toward the door and then pulls it open. Only one small light was on in the far corner of the living room, otherwise it was cold and quiet.

He knows he should think about making the place warm for when they get back but with his friend, possibly injured and his goddaughter out in the storm - that's his top priority. So he quickly takes a blanket and heavy duty flashlight and heads back outside into the raging storm.

"KELLY! AURORA!" Casey shouts as loud as he can, cursing the fact that his voice isn't heard as strongly over the hum of the fierce storm. "Ah where the hell did they go…" he growls. But he spies the path that would lead down to the lake and hurries toward it, his mind cursing the fact that his jacket wasn't waterproof and it wouldn't be long before the storm would show him who's really in charge.

"KELLY! AURORA!" Casey shouts once more, his heart rate starting to reach a near critical level. "Please God….let me find them," he earnestly begs as he slightly stumbles down the muddy path. "KELLY! AURORA!" He calls out again as his fingers frantically redial Severide's cell number. "Pick up!" He growls at the phone as he reaches the base of the path and then stops, shining his light around in a frantic attempt to find his missing would-be family members. "KELLY! AURORA!" He calls out once more, his voice dying out as another loud crack of thunder pummels the area around him with determined tremors.

But just before he's about to take another step, he stops…his brain scrambling to wonder if the scream he heard in the distance is that of his missing goddaughter and not just the storm playing tricks on him. "KELLY! AURORA!" Casey shouts once more as he continues on his way. He spies some fallen trees and branches in the distance, closer to the lake and steps up his pace.

He quickly shines the light around the clumps to see if perhaps someone was buried underneath. He doesn't see anything but then the darkness was delightfully deceiving him. Instead he pulls his phone and dials Severide's number once more. This time something else catches his hearing and his eyes are quick to dart in the direction of the phone jingle.

"KELLY! AURORA!" Casey calls out frantically as he carefully scrambles over the entanglement of charred tree limbs. "Kelly!" Casey exclaims as he finally spies his fallen friend. "Oh no," he whispers as he shoves his phone into his pocket and then drops to his knees; his fingers quickly feeling for a pulse. "Oh thank God," he utters an appreciative remark as he goes into action. First he removes the branch off Severide's legs and back and then gently turns his friend over, his eyes quickly spying the bloody bump on his forehead – thanks to the rock his head struck when he fell to the ground and was rendered unconscious.

"Kelly! Come on buddy speak to me," Casey shouts as Severide's lips utter a soft groan when Casey's fingers lightly slap his wet cheek. "That's it…come on…" Casey frantically begs as he looks around for his goddaughter.

"AURORA!" He shouts, his loud call forcing Severide's eyes to struggle to stay open.

"Matt…what…"

"Aurora's missing! Where did she go?" Casey asks as he shines his light around in all directions.

"Huh…wh…"

"Kelly!"

"What."

"Did she go back down the path? Kelly!"

Severide's brow furrows heavily as he finally manages to open his eyes all the way open and then look at Casey in horror. "Oh what the hell…" Severide grunts as he looks around in a panic. "Aurora!" He tries to call out, his voice dying in the wind as the cold air catches it and forces him to cough harder. "Matt…"

"Where do you think she went?"

"I don't know but if she went back to the lake…oh my g…" his voice dies out as another loud crack of thunder rips open the sky overhead. But once again, they both hear the faint scream in the distance and exchange horrified glances. "Matt! She's at the fishing shack!"

"I heard. Okay I'll go and get her…"

"I'm coming!"

"No. Get back to the cabin, start a fire and get dry. You'll only slow me down," Casey instructs as Severide looks at him with watery eyes. "Is anything broken?"

"I'm fine."

"Kelly!"

"No. Nothing's broken! Trust me…I'd know. Just a few bumps and bruises. Maybe a sprained ankle but I'm okay. I need to go and get her."

"I will find her but I can't worry about you both. Please…at least start to head back on your own. Can you walk?"

"Yeah…hold on…" Severide huffs as Casey helps him stand upright. His lips emit a painful yelp but he remains on his feet looking in the direction of the dark murky waters. "Matt…she's my life…"

"I give you my word I'll get her. Now go!"

Severide's lips utter an angry curse as he watches Casey turn and dart into the darkness ahead of him. As much as he wants to go after his friend, he knows that if the situation was reversed he'd want Casey on his way to the cabin so there would be one less person to worry about. But when he hears his daughter screaming in the distance, his heart is torn and he pauses. I can't let him go out there alone.

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"AURORA!" Casey shouts as he nears the lake on his left. "CALL OUT TO ME!"

His eyes squint at the dark square outline in the near distance and wonders if she had taken shelter in the rundown shack. As he nears her, he continues to call out, hoping his voice is heard over the driving wind. Please let her be okay…his mind begs over and over as he nears. But just as he reaches the cabin, another crack is heard and he looks up just as few darkened logs start to strike the ground around him.

"NO!" Casey's voice bellows, his screams being carried in all directions over the driving wind. But those screams die out when another large branch strikes the top of the shack that is currently housing the frightened child. Casey pulls the door open to survey the damage; his eyes looking for her but his heart nearly stopping cold when he finally sees her.

"Aurora!" Casey states as he spies the little girl trapped behind some rotten wood.

"DADDY!" Aurora cries out as her little arms try to flail out from behind the wood.

"Aurora, it's Uncle Matt. Hold on I'll get you out!" Casey tells her in a firm tone as he pulls away the pieces of rotten wood.

"DADDY! DADDY!" She cries out again as another loud crack of thunder is heard. This time the flooring beneath Casey threatens to give way and if not for a pair of steady hands behind him, he might have sustained injury himself.

"It's okay…I got you," Severide assures Casey in a firm tone as they both exchange nods. "Baby girl, daddy's here!" Severide tells his daughter as he tells Casey to stick to the right; it was the strongest part of the floor.

"DADDY! I'm scared!" Aurora calls out once more as Severide's heart starts to ache.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm almost there. Matt…"

"Oh damn Kelly, there's a hole in the floor. It's a miracle she missed it. Can you reach her?"

"No…you?" Severide grunts as he strains across the straining floorboards. "But she's closer to you and I don't want to put my weight on that end. Just…okay I'll hold your jacket."

"Kelly…"

"Just go!" Severide barks and then quickly recants when the floor starts to creak under their weight; threatening to take them all into the icy waters and jagged wooden surface below. "Matt…"

"Okay…don't let go," Casey instructs as Severide's hands clamp onto the bottom of his jacket and holds on as best he can. Casey pushes himself forward, straining as best he can. "Aurora…sweetheart reach out to me!"

"Daddy! I'm scared!"

"I know baby girl but Uncle Matt is going to help you! Reach out to him! Please!"

"No no I'm scared. I'm scared!"

"I know but you have to try. Please try Aurora…please."

"That's it…come on now…" Casey coaxes just as his fingers reach hers. "That's it…now stand up sweetheart…lean forward."

"Matt…" Severide mentions in haste as the soggy, rotten floor boards beneath them seem to sag under their weight.

"Al...most."

Casey's fingers are finally able to grasp Aurora around her little wrists and pull as best he can. He frees her from the pieces of debris and yanks her up and over the hole and into his grasp. He hugs her close for a few seconds before he's pulled back to more solid footing and then he hands her to her father just as the rotting floorboards threaten to give way.

"DADDY!"

"Oh sweet baby girl," Severide gently cries as he holds her close, kissing her cheek. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. He pushes past the throbbing in his head, back and legs as he tries to open his coat and get her inside it for more warmth. He had dropped the blanket to help Casey and wasn't about to pick it back up now.

"We need to leave this place now," Casey directs as Aurora's legs wrap around her father's waist, her arms around his neck. "We can go carefully but we need to go. We're wet and cold but there's no heat here and I doubt this roof or floor will hold much longer."

"Lead the way," Severide tells Casey with a nod as they turn and head back outside into the merciless storm. The two of them slightly lean forward as they turn into the wind and slowly head toward the cabin. As much as Casey wants to rush Severide he knows his friend is injured and walking a bit slower due to his daughter clutched firmly to his aching chest. So Casey does what he can, guiding them around the fallen branches and then helping pull Severide up the hill toward the cabin. Once he's sure Severide can make the rest of the even ground on his own, Casey pulls away and sprints the rest of the way to the cabin.

Once inside, he foregoes his own shivers and hurries to get the logs into the base of the fireplace and the fire started. He curses the fact that his hands shake as he tries to get the lighter going; the stubborn little object finally springing to life a few seconds later.

Just as he ignites the paper and little kindling offerings underneath the larger dried logs, Severide and Aurora enter the cabin, soaked but thankfully alive.

"She's shivering badly," Severide tells Casey in a panic as Casey hurries to get the door closed to keep the rain out. He quickly sheds his wet jacket and boots and then helps pull Severide's rain soaked jacket off his back, Aurora still clinging to the inside of her father's hurting frame.

"Hey sweetie we need to get you warm and dry," Casey tells her as he works to get her little muddy boots off her feet.

"You're freezing too," Severide comments softly as he notices Casey's fingers trembling. "She's..."

"I know but if you both have mild hypothermia you know you can't just stand under a hot shower right away," Casey reminds his friend in truth as he tries to pull Aurora's coat off her frame.

"Noooo," she moans as she tries to snuggle in closer to her father.

"She's still freaked out by the storm. Put on a movie or something. J-just to get a bit of noise in here," Severide suggests with a slight teeth chatter as Casey brings a heavy blanket and drapes it over both of them. "We'll warm up a bit and then we'll both take a warm shower."

"Okay," Casey replies as he helps Severide get his boots off as the two of them sit before the fire. Casey tries to get his shaking hands to stop as he looks at Severide with a small frown. "You need to get that head wound tended to."

"After we warm up. But…you need to warm up also," Severide suggests as he holds up the end of the blanket. "Oh what, you're shy?" Severide lightly snickers when Casey pauses.

"Maybe I smell," Casey retorts with a slight snicker.

"And that's news how?" Severide tosses back as Aurora looks at both of them in wonder; her puffy blue eyes darting from her father to her Uncle. "Aurora does uncle Matt smell?"

"No," she whimpers as she hides back in her father's chest

"You need to warm up."

"Is there room under there for me Aurora?" Casey asks as she looks at him and then slowly nods before ducking her head back into her father's chest. "Don't get any ideas," Casey teases as Severide rolls his eyes.

"Ohhh Uncle Matt was that your hand?" Severide teases as Casey just shakes his head and laughs.

"I think that was your hand," Casey shoots back as Aurora's head pops back up and looks at them. "It's okay now sweetheart, we're all safe now."

She looks at Casey with a teary face before looking up at her father who kisses her forehead and smiles. The three of them remain huddled under the thick blankets in front of the fire place for about half hour until the shaking in all finally subsides and they can chance getting on with the rest of their storm recovery.

"Okay so how about you and daddy go have a warm shower and then get into our jammies and watch a movie," Severide suggests to his daughter who pauses before nodding in agreement. "Did you bring anything dry to wear?" He then asks Casey.

"No. Was already in the truck when I called and heard her screaming. Got anything extra?"

"Yeah I brought an extra pair of sweats and a tee."

"Okay you two go and I'll get warmed up and then make something to eat," Casey suggests in a friendly tone as the three of them slowly stand up. He notices the heavy wince on Severide's face but knows if he were to make a big deal about it right now in front of his daughter that it might scare her even more. As of right now they both had to bite back any pain and personal injury until at least she fell asleep or was distracted by something else.

Casey watches Severide disappear into his bedroom and then come back out with some clean clothes for him to change into. Then he disappears again, reappearing a few minutes later only to disappear into the bathroom and close the door to give him and Aurora some added privacy.

Casey takes advantage of that by quickly removing all his wet clothes, drying off and then redressing in the dry ones. He hangs up his wet clothes beside the fire place to dry and then heads into the kitchen. He looks outside into the darkness and is thankful that he found his friend and goddaughter when he did – otherwise things could have been worse. A lot worse.

"Cold…daddy," Aurora tells Severide as he tries to get her wet sweater up over her head.

"I know…just hold on a bit here," he tells her as he lets the hot water run in the shower to add some warm steam to the small space. Casey had told him that he had called and called and that Aurora finally answered as he had showed her how and thank goodness she actually remembered what to do and alert Casey to the fact that there was major trouble.

He picks out the clumps of dirt and wooden bits in her hair and then removes all her clothes and leads her into the warm shower. "Just stand under the streams okay," he instructs as he kneels down to her. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry you got scared."

"Are you okay daddy?" She asks as she touches the cut on his forehead.

"Yeah just a bump to my hard head. I'll be okay," he takes her hand and kisses it. "But I want you to stand under there and get warm okay? It's not hot just warm."

He leaves the door open a foot so he can see what she's doing and then looks back at his somewhat battered reflection in the mirror. His face was a bit more haggard but he knows it's not from the small scrapes and cuts from the tree attack, it was the knowledge that something terrible might have happened to his daughter and it would have been his fault.

"Daddy! Look…soap monsters," Aurora holds up her soapy scrubbie for her father to look at. He can only smile and be thankful that she was wanting to be playful again; his mind and heart having feared that the storm would have taken a greater toll on her. But he helps her wash and then brings her out and wraps her in a large towel and tells her to wait while he warms up a bit.

For himself, he turns the heat up and the pulsing streams do their diligent double duty first in washing away the blood, sweat and a few dried patches of blood from his aching frame and second in calming his nerves so he's able to help clean himself and then emerge with a bit less anxiety.

After they are both dried off and dressed in clean, warm clothing Severide pulls open the bathroom door and both are greeted by a very tempting aroma.

"Something smells good in here," Severide mentions as he enters the main area of the cabin, putting Aurora down watching as she runs up to Casey.

"Good thing we don't have to call for take-out," Casey replies lightly as he scoops his precious little goddaughter up in his grasp. He looks at the nasty looking cut on Severide's forehead and frowns. "Let me look at that okay?"

"Aurora sweetie go watch the movie for a bit," Severide tells his daughter as Casey puts her down.

"Watch with me daddy."

"I can tend to that if you want to hold her," Casey tells Severide as he gestures for him to sit down. Casey goes about tending to Severide's damp head wound, picking out the small bits of embedded dirt and leaf matter that Severide failed to wash out in the shower. He doesn't mention the accident but talks about the cartoon movie on the TV to keep Aurora's mind off the fact that she nearly lost her father and her own life not a short time ago.

Severide's lips offer a small grumble, making Aurora look at her father in wonder. "Owwie."

Her face offers a downcast expression before she kisses his lips and then snuggles back up onto his chest.

"There done. Okay so who's hungry?" Casey asks with a smile.

"ME!" Severide raises his hand, Aurora joining him a few seconds later. "ME!"

"Now that's what I like to hear," Casey tells them as he gestures for them to sit down at the table and eat. Aurora once again takes her place on her father's lap, wanting to be close to him after her frightful night. Casey watches his friend and notices his hardened jaw and slight wince; at the same time Severide looks up just as Casey looks back down to eat and notices his friend's hand slightly shaking and frowns.

They talk about things in general during supper, not wanting to give Aurora any more nightmares than both fear she'll already have. After supper Casey suggests for them go into the living room to just relax and watch a movie in front of the roaring fire while he cleans up.

About half hour later, Casey comes back into the living room and looks down to see Aurora asleep on Severide's shoulder and gently nudges him, drawing his gaze upward. "You okay?"

"Just a bit shaken. When you said she was gone…" his voice whispers as he shakes his head. "I swear…damn I couldn't think straight. Thought I lost her for good. I really wanted to scold her for leaving me but then it was me who said earlier that it was a place to be safe...ah damn I just didn't...I didn't plan for that to happen."

"You're not to blame."

"You sure about that?"

"When I called and I heard her saying for you to wake up I…"

"You thought when you heard her I had drunk myself into a coma?"

"When you didn't answer that's what I thought," Casey admits with a small huff.

"Guess I can't blame you."

"And I can't blame you for this. What happened?"

"We were at the lake. Time got away on us and when we were exiting the cabin the storm was raging worse than I thought. It was rainy and windy and thundering and we couldn't stay. She was so scared but figured even though it was dark…damn it got dark so fast. But I knew the way so chanced it. I was walking with her back up the path…I heard the crack, looked up and then….damn it just went black. To think she thought I was um…dead and just walked away…Matt…" Severide's voice cracks as he looks away.

"Why did she go back to the shack? Why there?"

"I had told her earlier…said it was place to go to when you're scared and you'll be safe. I can't fault her but um…but this isn't working."

"What isn't? Kelly this was one bad night that…"

"No…I need a new plan or something…I keep thinking about going back and I'm just…I can't," he looks back up as Casey sits down on the couch a few feet away. "I don't know what to do. I have to do something for her but um…I'm just lost. Every time I think about going back to the apartment…seeing Shay's stuff but not Shay…I panic. And then I can't think straight and if it was just me…but it's not and I need to put Aurora first and…and I don't know what to do. Move…I guess…but…"

"I have an idea," Casey interjects in a soft tone as Severide's eyebrows raise. "You two move in with me."

"What?"

"I thought about this for the past few days and I have the room. I don't blame you for not wanting to go back. You're right. Shay isn't there and you'd have that daily reminder. Aurora would have that reminder. It will be harder to heal. I get it."

"But what about…our life is in that loft."

"I'm not telling you to get rid of everything. Put most of your stuff into storage. We'll set up a room for you both and then you can take your time deciding where to move. Just um…I moved after Hallie died. The apartment was smaller but I think it has helped…well in a few ways. Plus I wouldn't mind the company."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"No I don't mind in fact I want this. I have the larger spare bedroom that you can take and the smaller den we can easily make her bedroom. I hate seeing you like this and I promised Shay I'd do what I could to take care of Aurora and this will help me take care of you both."

"Matt…"

"I want to okay? That's what friends do, what family does. We help each other in our time of need. So…what do you think?"

A/N: eeks! Well Kelly and Aurora narrowly escaped their date with destiny and all three of them came out with a few bumps and bruises and a few stories to tell. Hope you all liked the angsty danger! Had to interject a few humorous broments in there afterward and hope you liked them but…what about Matt's plan? Will Kelly accept? And if so will that be the end of the tension or the start of some new issues? Please do review before you go to let me know what you liked about this update and of course if you are still enjoying this storyline and thanks so much!

PS: Hope you are also all enjoying Bonded by Fire. It will update next.