The new nurse was not happy that her first shift at the new hospital was in the emergency room. She wasn't even specialized in emergency; she specialized in geriatrics.

When the ambulance pulled up she scrambled around, looking for the paper that said there was an emergency coming their way. "Who authorized this?" She asked to anybody as she hurried over to the doors. They spread apart and two blond counterparts ran in.

"Where are the victims that just came in?" The young woman asked. The nurse, Lidia, was stunned momentarily by the color of her eyes.

"And you are?" Lidia asked, heading back to her desk to see her notes.

"Lucy-Jane Williams," Lucy-Jane said, surprised this nurse didn't know her. All the emergency room nurses knew her.

Lidia checked her tablet for updated information on admitted patients. "They just took him into surgery," she finally said. The young woman's eyes flew open in a panic and she took off sprinting further into the hospital. "You're supposed to wait in the waiting room!" She shouted and the blonde male went after her.

"Lucy-Jane calm down," Alan said, pacing her. She turned left and right and down a flight of stairs, ignoring him. He wasn't that surprised she knew which way to go. She pulled the door open, almost hitting him in the face and stood in the hall. She turned frantically left and right, not knowing which one to go into to check.

A doctor came out of one and was stunned to see them there. "You're not supposed be down here," he said. Lucy-Jane went straight towards him.

"I'm Lucy-Jane Williams" she told him. "Paramedic with Unit 315. There were two victims that were just brought in, from a shooting at the Marsen House. Did you just operate on one of them?"

The doctor looked at her, the fear in her multicolored eyes and hope. He hated this part of the job. "Mrs. Williams, I'm sorry to tell you that despite our best efforts we could not save him."

He couldn't get the rest out because Lucy-Jane gave an audible gasp and covered her face with her hands to quell the sobs. Alan, stunned, pulled her into a hug, smoothing down her hair. Milo was dead: that phrase ran through her mind over and over again. She had been an idiot; that fight was the last thing she'd said to him. How could she have done that? Milo may have given and taken away the hope of a family, but she had abandoned him. She left him, which was something you just did not do to kids like them. Oh god, if only she could go back in time or have a chance to apologize.

"Luce?" A voice behind the doctor made them all turn immediately. Milo stood there, his shirt splotched with blood, looking tired but alive.

Lucy-Jane was stunned, but then life seemed to shock its way back into her and she ran to him. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her crying face into his shoulder. Milo's arms went around her immediately, whispering comforting words to her, reassuring her.

"Then who died?" Alan asked. The doctor turned to him, confused.

"Alexander Williams," he said.

Alan felt his temper flare. "Last name is coincidental," he told the doctor in his best cold-controlled tone. It was the one his father made when he was mad at work but couldn't yell. "When you deliver the news you have to check that you are talking to the patient's family."

The doctor squirmed and nodded. "My apologizes," he said and hurried away. Alan glared at him until he left and he turned back to see Lucy-Jane pounding her fists against Milo's chest.

"You stupid stupid stupid Greek," Lucy-Jane scolded, though her voice was still wavery. "I thought you were dead. What were you doing in the middle of a gun fight?"

"I was trying to mediate peace," Milo told her with a soft smile. "And that part about me being dead was not my fault." He grabbed her wrists in each hand. "You were scared," he said, somewhere between a question, a statement, and a surprise. He was trying to figure out where they stood.

"Of course I was you idiot, I love you," Lucy-Jane mumbled and leaned up to kiss him. Milo let go of her hands and placed his on the back of her neck, kissing her back.

He broke apart and let their foreheads touch. "I am so sorry Lucy. I was stupid and selfish and hurtful. I never should have kept this from you or yelled what I did. I am so so so sorry. I love you too."

Lucy-Jane touched placed her hand on the side of his face, her thumb caressing his cheek. "I forgive you," she whispered, before crying again. "But don't do anything like this again. The lying and the dying," she warned him.

"I won't, I promise." He gave her a kiss on her forehead before pulling away. She tucked herself under his arm, and he draped an arm over her shoulder. They both turned to Alan, who stood to the side with a slight grin.

"You've met my brother," Lucy-Jane told Milo as she reintroduced Alan.

"My fist knows his face very well," Milo told her. She jabbed him in the ribs and he gave a grunt. "Fine. I'm sorry I punched you in the face," he recited like a small boy does when he's forced to apologize.

Alan couldn't help but laugh. "It's okay. I deserved it."

"Yeah you did," Milo grumbled. "Wait. Lucy-Jane, aren't you supposed to be on rotation?"

"Ugh. Edwards yellow slipped me," Lucy-Jane told him as they started walking out of the surgical wing.

"What?! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Milo asked back to back as they got into the elevator. He knew yellow was medical and last time he's seen her she was in a non-yellow slip state.

Lucy-Jane grinned as they all got into the elevator and the door slid closed. She stood between Alan and Milo, her family. She was happy. "I'm fine. Everything is perfect.

A/N: I know this is super short, but only because I wanted to make the epilogue it's own update.

Anyway, how did you like this ending? Let me know, because I actually have an alternative ending to this story that starts around chapter 7 and I want to know how many would be up for me posting it. Leave me a note!

(sidebar: does this feel ooc a bit? I've read it and rewritten it enough that I can't tell. But something seems off to me...hm.)