A/N: So this is probably the second to last chapter!

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When Chloe got back to her room that night, Emily was perched on the bed, waiting for her.

"You okay?" Chloe asked her, wiping her eyes subtly.

"Yeah. Are you?" Emily asked.

"I... I guess," she said, sitting on the bed beside her. "I'm scared for Beca."

"Yeah, I can imagine. Um... I'm sorry," she said, her eyes downcast.

"Why are you sorry?" Chloe asked.

"It's my fault, all of this," she said. "If I hadn't been so scared to come here, then you and Beca could have stayed together. And that blonde woman wouldn't want you to leave."

"Hey," Chloe said softly, "this isn't your fault. Even if we had come back with her, she still would have gone off to fight that Deathclaw. You shouldn't blame yourself for being afraid, it was only natural. And don't feel like we have to stay here. If you don't like it then... Then we can go someplace else."

"Mom, I'm not making you leave. You love her. And I'm not going to split you guys up again. It'll take time to adjust to being above ground, but I'm happy to stay here," Emily said.

Chloe managed to hold back a sob as she turned to hug her daughter.

"I love you so much," Chloe said as Emily hugged her back.

"I love you too, Mom," Emily replied.

Once Chloe had fallen asleep, Emily crept out of the room. She moved down the hallway, briefly looking in on Jesse. He was lying asleep in his bed, his hand resting lightly on his gun. She knew he was going to find it tough here. He'll just have to learn to adapt, she thought, as she carried on towards Beca's room.

Inside, the blonde was still sitting in the chair beside Beca's bed, only now she was asleep. Emily didn't want to wake her, but she had to speak to her now, while her Mom was sleeping.

She cleared her throat and Aubrey woke with a start.

"Sorry to wake you," Emily said, coming further into the room, "but I needed to talk to you about something."

"Okay," Aubrey said, stifling a yawn. "But I'm sure it could have waited until morning."

"Um, actually no, it couldn't," Emily said, sounding braver than she felt. "I wanted to talk to you about my Mom. It's not her fault she couldn't come back with Beca. It was mine. I asked her to stay. She wanted me to come here with them, but I was too afraid."

"I know-"

"So I want you to stop being mean to her," Emily said, ignoring Aubrey's interruption. "Because it's not her fault, she was just being a good Mom. She wants to be here with Beca. And I want her to be happy, so I want to be here too. I want you to be nicer to her. Because she's just as afraid as you are. You both love Beca. You both want what's best for her, so you should be on the same team."

Aubrey didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"I never meant to be mean to your Mom," Aubrey said, softly. "I'm just trying to protect my friend. But you're right. And if you're serious about wanting to stay here, then I should make you feel as welcome as Beca would. I'm sorry, Emily."

"Oh, um, thank you," Emily said, clearly expecting more of a resistance.

"You're a good kid," she said, giving her a rare smile. "Go back to bed before Chloe wonders where you are."

"Are you going to stay here all night?" Emily asked, hovering at the doorway.

Aubrey nodded. "I want to be here in case she wakes up."

"I hope she does soon," Emily said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Aubrey said, trying to get back into a moderately comfortable position so she could get a few more hours sleep.

The first time Beca woke up, it was for less than a minute.

She felt sharp pain in her arm, ribs and head, and when she opened her eyes everything was blurry. The room was dark and she could just make out the shape of someone sitting beside her. She felt the pressure of someone holding her hand. The pain was almost unbearable, and she felt almost relieved as she was pulled back down into the comfortable darkness.

The second time she woke up, it was for slightly longer, but not by much. This time she kept her eyes closed, but she could tell it was daylight. Someone was still holding her hand, but the pain was much less.

She could hear a muffled conversation, but couldn't make out who was speaking, or what was being said. It was like she was underwater.

She tried to remember what had happened, but she was gone again before she could form a coherent thought.

The day after they'd arrived, Chloe was sitting on the porch outside of the main house. She was watching Fat Amy and Emily build a new water pump.

Jesse was being shown how to harvest their crops, but he didn't seem as happy with his job as Emily did with hers.

Chloe badly wanted to go and sit with Beca, at least for a little bit, but she had spent most of yesterday in there, and she didn't want Emily to feel like she'd been abandoned.

So she sat and watched her daughter with a small smile on her face.

Emily, who should have been freaking out, was grinning broadly as she worked. She seemed to have a real knack for it, and she got on well with Fat Amy, who kept making her laugh. Every so often she would look up at the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun. She looked like she would never get sick of gazing upwards, looking at the vastness of the sky, watching the colours blend and shift.

Chloe was so relieved that Emily was happy and comfortable here.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard Dogmeat barking from inside the house.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned to look. Stacie dropped what she was holding and ran immediately into the house.

It took a few seconds for Chloe to realise that the barking must have been coming from Beca's room. Dogmeat hadn't left Beca's side since she was brought back.

She got to her feet quickly and headed for the room, her stomach churning with nerves.

She got there and saw Aubrey in the chair and Stacie standing beside her, blocking her view of Beca.

"I'm fine," she heard a tired, hoarse voice say. "Dogmeat, I'm fine, boy."

Chloe felt like she was going to cry right there and then at the sound of her voice.

"What... What happened?" Beca asked, trying to remember. Her thoughts were all scattered around in her head, and she had no idea what was going on.

"You got hurt fighting that Deathclaw," Aubrey said, her voice a mixture of relief and anger. "Goddammit Beca, you scared the shit out of me."

Beca laughed before she looked up and caught a glimpse of red hair between Stacie and Aubrey. "Chloe?" She asked.

Aubrey and Stacie looked behind them to see her standing there, tears shining in her blue eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"I'm still dreaming," Beca said, shaking her head. "Goddammit I thought I was awake."

"You are awake," Aubrey said. "She came back."

Beca looked up at Chloe again. Aubrey and Stacie moved out of the way so Beca could see her properly.

"Are you real?" She asked, her voice breaking. Chloe nodded and took a step forward. "You came back?"

"I came back," Chloe said. She sat down in the chair that Aubrey had vacated. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Beca said.

Chloe reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, her fingers lightly touching the cut on Beca's head.

Beca closed her eyes at the contact, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I can't believe you're here," she whispered softly.

"I'm so glad I am. I should have been here all along," Chloe replied, leaning in and kissing her.