Sorry for not updating in such a long while, life has been really busy and I've had some writer's block with this story. Anyways, Enjoy!

Quorra P.O.V.

"This wasn't an accident," Dr. Reid stated as he slapped two x-rays up on a brightly lit panel that showed two different angles of Gracey's broken arm. "Most outlets don't emit enough electricity at one instance in time to cause this kind of damage. These types of injuries are seen in people like electricians because they work with larger amounts of voltage at a given time. This was planned to happen," he stated quietly as he started to scribble some notes down.

"But how? She was in our apartment. No one else was there except us," Alan said from where he sat beside Lora on the couch.

Dr. Reid shrugged slightly. "There are a lot of possibilities, but I'm sure that someone tampered with it and just sat and waited," he said to the four of us.

I frowned. "What would someone gain in that?" I asked from where I sat on the side of Gracey's small hospital bed. Sam sat on the other side across from me with a detached look.

Dr. Reid rose his eyebrows at me "They know she's like you, Quorra," he said before turning his gaze away from me. "I'm not really sure what they are after but you know that they are targeting the two of you," he added. "She looks a lot like you, Quorra, it's not too hard to put the pieces together."

I sighed and looked down at Gracey. Her right arm was wrapped with a light pink bandage that ran from her hand all the way up to her shoulder. I lifted my eyes from her arm to face to see her gaze meet mine. "So, this is my fault that this happened to her?" I asked quietly, my heart rate suddenly becoming quicker. "Because she's like me?"

"Don't be sorry, Mom," Gracey murmured as she rubbed her face with her left hand, scrunching up her nose. "I'll be all better soon," she told me with a serious face "Right?" she asked.

"Yes, the accelerated healing has already kicked in so the burns from the electricity should be gone in maybe a week. The break in her lower arm may take about a month tops," he answered. "I'm not going to put her arm in a cast until the burns are gone so it's easier for you to treat it at home. Once they are gone, I'd like for you to bring her back so I can put her arm in a hard cast."

"So I'll be all pretty for the wedding?" she asked. "I'm the flower girl, you know," she said with a smirk.

Sam laughed aloud as Dr. Reid answered. "Yes, I know, and you should be," he said as he walked over to the three of us and pulled out a rolling chair. "This'll hurt for a little while so I'll prescribe some light pain medicine and something to help her get to sleep at night."

Gracey sat up ad pushed the covers away from her small form. "What about school?" she asked.

"When does she start?" Dr. Reid asked.

"A week from Monday," Sam answered as I bent over and grabbed Gracey's tennis shoes and socks.

Dr. Reid made a face and thought for a moment. "Withdraw her. I'll set up the private tutor again or maybe find a better one that can teach her at her pace."

"What? But I want to go to school," Gracey stammered as Sam grabbed her socks and put them on.

"We'll try again next semester," Dr. Reid told her. "It's not safe to leave you somewhere like that unattended and it puts other harmless children at risk," he said.

Gracey sighed, glaring out the window in front of her.

"Look," Dr. Reid said as he fixed his gaze on Sam. "I understand that you and Alan are trying to work on this on your own but you can't. You need help from an actual detective or higher authority," he said.

"What else can we do? We can't contact the FBI or CIA because they'll end up going after these two instead of whoever we are up against," Sam stated.

"I understand that. I'll see if I can find someone that can help you with this," Dr. Reid said. "Someone that doesn't mind working blind," he added in a calming tone.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Alan chimed in from where he stood.

Sam shook his head in defiance. "No-"

"Sam, we won't be able to find the answers we are looking for without professional help. The longer that this continues, the longer that we flirt with their lives," Alan stated as he gestured towards Gracey and I.

Sam sighed. "Just…fine," he said in a flustered breath. He stood as Gracey reached her arm out for him and gracefully swooped her up in his arms.

Gracey reached up and pinched his nose softly, laughing. "It's going to be okay," she said with a smile. "Do you want to know why?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked her with amusement as I stood as well.

"Because I said so," she trilled before resting her head on his shoulder. Sam breathed a laugh as we started for the door.

"Stop by the front desk to check her out and they'll hand you a slip with the filled prescription," Dr. Reid said as he opened the door and held it open. "The dosage is for an adult so don't be alarmed."

"Why?" Sam asked as Alan and Lora stood and followed behind us as we exited the room.

Dr. Reid placed a folder on the door once it shut behind us. "She has a higher tolerance and her body will burn through the dosages quickly," he answered as he stuck a pen in his coat pocket. "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call. I'll see you next week."

He turned and started down the hall in the opposite direction than we were headed. We checked out and Sam grabbed the prescriptions as Alan and Lora continued slowly down the hall towards the elevators.

We went our separate ways once we got in the parking lot, walking towards the car. Sam had figured that it would be easier to switch the Ducati out on our way over here with one of the cars so we could bring Gracey back home with less of a hassle.

I got in the passenger side as Sam put Gracey in her car seat and buckled her up. As Sam got into the drivers seat and turned the car on, I turned around. "What would you like for dinner?" I asked her.

"I just want to go home, I'm tired," she mumbled indifferently as we headed out of the parking structure and onto the busy streets. "Chicken noodle soup," she said as she reached for the iPad that was sitting beside her.

"That's easy enough," Sam chuckled.

I stared at her through the rearview mirror as the three of us fell silent. She was staring down at the iPad in her lap, poking the screen every few seconds. Her face seemed to look pained. "Does that hurt?" I asked her curiously.

Gracey's bright green eyes met mine and she tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly. "Not as much as it did, but yes," she answered. "It's kind of stings and it throbs to my heartbeat. It's kind of cool," she said with the slightest of smiles.

"You can take something once you eat dinner," Sam promised her.

"So…why did this happen?" Gracey asked curiously. "I heard Alan and Dr. Reid talking about something. Things like this happen frequently?" she asked.

Sam nodded. "This has been happening about as long as Quorra's been here," he said.

"And you think that it's the man that you work with? Mr. Dillinger?" she questioned.

"I think so, yes," Sam answered.

She sighed. "What does he want?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know that he's even involved?" she questioned.

"I just do."

She huffed and narrowed her eyes. "I wish you would be more descriptive in your answers," she grumbled.

"Gracey…" I started, a hint of a warning in my tone. "We aren't telling you things because you don't need to know. We adopted you hoping that you could stay out of this," I told her. "You're going to have to settle for not knowing this time."

"Alright," she sighed as she pouted and looked out the window with longing eyes. "So, can I change the subject?" she asked.

"Go ahead," Sam told her with a laugh.

She smiled again. "Did you know that Dad is going to fly me in every weekend to see you guys while you're away?" she asked me eagerly.

"Shh…" Sam grimaced as we pulled into the complex parking lot. "Not that subject."

My eyebrows rose. "So everyone knows where we are going except for me?" I asked in slight annoyance. "That isn't fair in the slightest, Sam."

"It's a surprise, Quorra. You're not supposed to know," Sam told me as he stopped the car and turned the engine off. "And you're always more fun when you don't know where we're going," he added before getting out of the car and opening the back door to grab Gracey.

I sighed and got out of the car, walking slowly towards the door so Sam could catch up to me. "What if I don't like it?" I asked him indifferently.

"I know you will. There aren't many things that you don't like about this world," Sam reminded me with a smirk as we walked into the lobby and towards the elevator.

We stepped into the elevator and I pressed the highest level. "How will I know what to pack if I don't know where I'm going? What if it's cold where you're taking me?" I asked him.

"We are going to multiple places and I already have that squared away so don't worry about it," he told me as the elevator door opened and we started down the hall.

I sighed and walked ahead of him to unlock the door to our apartment and step inside. Sam followed behind me and set Gracey on her feet. "Go sit down while we get dinner ready," I told her softly. She nodded and picked up a coloring book and crayons and went to sit at the dinner table. "You know, I haven't even picked out my wedding dress yet," I told him as I bit my lip.

Sam stopped and turned around to look at me with a stunned look. "Most of the time, that's the first thing on the woman's agenda. You know you have less than two months right?" he asked me.

"I know," I sighed as I opened the pantry and grabbed a can of chicken noodle soup. "The first time I went, it was stressful," I told him.

"Stressful how?" he asked.

"Designers wanted me to try on their dresses so they could take pictures of me in them. Is that normally how it goes? It felt odd," I asked.

Sam shook his head. "No…but I suppose I can see why," he mumbled as he grabbed a bowl and can opener, taking the can from me and opening it. "This is apparently a big deal to the world."

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the container of apple slices, placing them on the counter top. "That's one thing I don't find attractive about this world. You are all the same species but…it's like some people are more important than others," I murmured as I poured a glass of water. "And they say that everyone is equal. That's a lie," I went on.

Sam shrugged. "I understand that but that isn't the point," he told me with a small smile. "Your dress…"

"Can't you just come with me and help me pick one out?" I asked him with a sigh. "What if you don't like the one I pick?" I questioned.

Sam rolled his eyes at me as he began to heat up the soup. "You'd look beautiful in any dress that you picked, I promise," he told me as he squeezed my shoulders. "And it's bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her wedding dress before the wedding."

"Why?" I asked, suddenly confused. "That sounds ridiculous."

Sam chuckled. "Well, it's more of an old time thing. Women used to be viewed as property so families would marry them off to men without their say," he began. "If the groom saw his bride before the wedding and found her unattractive, he would leave her at the alter," he explained to me.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Are you saying that I'm unattractive, Sam Flynn?" I asked.

"No," he said very quickly. "No," he said as he breathed in my ear and kissed my cheek. "You're beautiful."

"Then we don't have a problem then, do we?" I asked as I turned around and smirked at him. "We'll go on Saturday."

"But…" Sam trailed off as he took the soup out of the microwave and then shrugged. "Yeah, okay, if that makes you happy," he said to me as he brought the bowl over to Gracey and closed her coloring book. "Be careful, it's probably hot," he told her before he sat on the other side of the table. I brought the apple slices to the table and set them in the middle as I sat on the other edge in between them.

"It does make me happy," I told him with a large smile. "Thank you."

"Can I come too?" Gracey asked.

"Where else would you go?" Sam asked her with a smile.

Gracey laughed and stirred her soup around, watching the steam float up from her bowl. I saw Marvin hurry out of our room from the corner of my eye. Sam turned his head as Marvin came to a stop in front of him. "I was wondering where you were," he muttered as he rubbed his head briefly.

When Gracey finished her dinner, she pushed her bowl away and continued coloring in her book. "Auntie Lora picked out my flower girl dress," she told us with a large smile. "It's big and poufy. I look like a princess in it," she told us as she briefly looked over at the two of us.

Sam smiled. "Then we just need a crown," he told her with a light chuckle.

"We already got one, and a wand, but not for the wedding," she said as she turned the page and started to color in a tiger. "You know, I've never had a sibling before. I've always wanted a brother," she said as her eyes widened and her face lit up with excitement. "After you get married, I'll get to have a little brother or sister, right?" she asked with a hopeful look.

I made a face at Sam, somewhat confused. "I didn't think that happened that quickly," I muttered quietly. "I'm pretty sure that takes time."

Gracey laughed. "What I meant was, you're going to have a baby eventually, right?" she asked.

"That depends," Sam said with a shrug. "We can barely handle you as it is," he added.

Gracey rolled her eyes. "You are great parents."

"Sam and I haven't really talked about that, anyways," I said as I pressed my hands together on top of the table.

Gracey frowned and set her crayons down. "Don't you want to have a baby? My old parents always talked about having another baby," she said to us.

Sam looked over at me for a moment with a waiting expression. He seemed like he wanted to know the answer to that question as well. "I don't know," I answered as I felt my face flush slightly.

"Why not?" Gracey asked with a worried look.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure…" I trailed off.

"But why?"

"Gracey," Sam said in a calming voice. "It's past your bedtime," he murmured as he glanced at the clock that read fifteen minutes past nine.

She made a whining noise. "Fine…" she murmured as she stood and pushed her chair in. I stood as well but Sam placed his hand over mine.

"I've got it tonight," he told me with a reassuring smile.

I stood anyways and walked over to Gracey, bending down so I was eye level with her. "Goodnight," I murmured as she hugged me lightly and I kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight," she echoed with a small smile as I stood back up and Sam took her hand as they walked towards her room.

I sighed and picked up the empty bowl, moving into the kitchen to place it in the dishwasher.

I wondered why Sam and I had never touched the topic of children before if it seemed to be a big deal. I frowned as I tried to find a reason behind it.

Could I even have children? I wasn't human so you'd think that the mere idea was impossible.

Sam walked out of Gracey's room as I was wiping down the counter top. He closed the door softly behind him and looked at me carefully, smiling gently. "You alright?" he asked me honestly as he moved to stand on the other side of the counter, facing me. I could feel his eyes on me, searching, trying to find answers.

I nodded, my eyes glued to the intricate marble design on the counter. "I'm fine," I mumbled quietly.

He grimaced and moved to stand beside me, reaching his hand out to grab my chin. He directed my face towards his until I made eye contact with him. "What's running through that mind of yours?" he asked me curiously. "I'd like to know," he pressed as he placed his other hand on my side. "Please."

I bit my lip. "Is that expected of me, Sam?" I asked quietly. "I've never even thought of that before. I just…assumed that it would be just us, or…just the three of us," I said as my facial expression contorted into a fearful expression. "What if I can't, Sam? I don't know if I can, Dr. Reid doesn't even know. I'm not completely like you. We might not be…compatible," I said softly as I lowered my gaze. "What happens then? Will you not want me anymore?" I asked.

Sam pulled me into a gentle hug, cradling my body against his. "I'll still want you no matter what," he whispered into my ear before leaning in and kissing my cheek. "And as for the first question, I'm not expecting that from you. It's up to you. I feel privileged already just to have you in my life," he told me. "So stop worrying about it."

I sighed and rested my head against his chest, nodding slightly. "I wish I could give you a better answer," I breathed against his chest as he swayed the two of us from side to side slowly.

"You're fine," he promised me as he kissed the top of my head.

My smile faded. "I'm worried, Sam."

"Quorra, I swear, it's nothing to worry about, I don't care that-"

"No," I said as I pulled my head from the warmth of his body. "About Gracey. About this," I stated. "This is dangerous for her."

Sam frowned at me. "It's dangerous for you as well," he reminded me.

"That doesn't matter," I said in a hushed tone. "She's not like us, Sam. She's a little kid. It's not fair for her to be subjected to this," I said with a sigh. "She's getting hurt…" I trailed off as I shook her head. "Because of me."

"Quorra…" Sam sighed as he released me and shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning against the counter. "It isn't."

I shook my head vigorously but didn't say anything to object. "Why do you think its Ed, Sam?" I asked him.

"He looks at you like he's targeting you, I don't like it," he answered. "My gut is telling me that he's the problem."

"What if I told you that I had a gut feeling that it isn't him?" I asked curiously as I reached my hand up against his cheek.

He grabbed my wrist. "I'd say that you were wrong," he replied as he pulled my palm from his cheek and twined my hand with his, squeezing gently.

"I am always right, though," I stated.

Sam shook his head. "Not always."

An idea started to form in my head and I smiled at the simplicity of it. "Why don't I just ask him then? And if it's reasonable, just give it to him," I said.

Sam shook his head, his hand squeezing my hand harder. "No, definitely not," he stated. "The whole point of you not coming to ENCOM is so you can stay away from him," he went on.

"Sam, I'm not going to continue to feel guilty for putting my own daughter in danger," I stated as I pulled my hand from his harshly. "Think of her, not yourself," I said as I turned my back on him.

"I'm not thinking of myself," Sam stated as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Either way, I can't win, Quorra. You can't ask me to choose between you or her," he told me.

"I'm not asking, I'm telling you," I stated as I spun around to face her. "You will choose her first, always," I said as I stared right at him.

Sam stood frozen. "Why can't I choose both?" he asked hoarsely.

"It doesn't work like that, you know that, Sam," I reminded him. "It was your father or me, and he chose me, not himself," I said as my face contorted into a pained expression. "I don't belong here, Sam. This is her home, this is your home. I can't take that away from either of you."

Sam pulled me against him, pressing his forehead against mine. "Please think about what you're saying…"

"I have."

"Please think again, then. I can't lose you, I just can't."

I didn't answer him. I pulled my head away from his and gazed at him. "I have to," I told him. "What if you were in my position? You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?" I asked him carefully.

He stared at me with wide eyes and after a few moments he straightened up. "No…I wouldn't," he stated in a hard tone, almost cold.

"Liar."

"Look," Sam started as his eyes narrowed slightly and he took a small step closer to me so he was looming over me. "I don't care what kind of shit my father taught you. I'm not letting you do any such thing," he stated in a final tone.

I sighed. "We're done disputing this, Sam Flynn," I murmured as I backed away and turned around, walking out of the kitchen.

"Just wait a while before you decide to make any rash decisions without talking to me first," he said as I felt him following me.

"I've already made up my mind."

I knew what I needed to do and it was going to happen whether Sam liked it or not.

I hope you all liked the chapter. Hopefully,I'll have another chapter up soon, I'm actually almost finished with it, so...review and tell me what you thought, let me know that I still have readers out there, or just review to get the next chapter out quicker! lol. Thanks for reading!