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Chapter Nine

"Everything is going to be fine." Emily said, running a soothing hand up and down Charlotte's back. Charlotte nodded, but said nothing, "Hey, listen to me, I took a bullet to the gut, and somehow my child survived. And you know why, because it had Grayson blood in it. You have that too. You're strong Charlotte."

"But I don't actually have Grayson blood, remember? I'm a Clarke. Neither my dad nor my sister survived."

Emily shook her head, "Charlotte, you are strong. You're a fighter."

"Are we ready to go in?" A perky, redheaded nurse asked.

Charlotte nodded, squeezing Emily's hand.

"Are you sure you don't want me to call Javier?" Daniel asked.

Charlotte nodded, "I don't want to worry him if nothing's wrong. And if something is … then I need to figure out how to tell him."

"Everything is going to be fine, Char." Daniel said, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze.

Charlotte stood up, not letting go of Emily, "All right, let's get this over with."

"-nine… ten, ready or not, here I come." Paige said.

She looked around. Carl's daddy was easy to spot. The man was huge, and hiding behind a tree did nothing for him. Uncle Nolan was a little harder though, being so wiry. And Carl, of course, was the smallest, and would therefore be the hardest to find. Even so, they weren't allowed to leave The Porter's backyard, which would make the search easier. Carl had come up with hide-and-seek. It was a simple game, but it could still be fun. Paige thought they could add a little something though. So it was zombie-hide-and-seek. If you were found, you became a zombie, and searched for the other hiders. Once everybody was a zombie, the people found by the second zombie would team up against the people found by the first zombie, (excluding the second zombie himself of course) in a fight to the death. If the second group one, everybody turned back. If not, they were all dead for good. It was simple enough. Paige could hunt down Jack, as she could see him, but he was bigger than her. She would want him on her team, not leading the opposition. She would go back for him after she found Carl of Uncle Nolan.

Then, she saw something skirting under one of the trees. It was small, but not small enough to be an animal. It had to be Carl. Paige ran for him. He appeared to be digging in the dirt for something.

"Found you." She said, grabbing his arm.

He shoved some of the dirt he's been playing with in her mouth.

"What the-?"

"It's a zombie cure. I've been gathering materials. It'll cure you."

Paige looked down, then started shaking, "Uh-uh-uh-uh!" she said, pretending to be transforming back. After she was done, she turned to him and asked, "But why didn't you feed it to me before I got you?"

"Because saving you was more important."

"Aw!" A voice said close by.

"It's Uncle Nolan!" They both said.

"Well, you're cured, but I'm not." He turned to her, grabbing her shoulders, "You'll be safe. Once you've been cured, you can't be turned again."

"What about you?"

"I only made enough for one. I have to go after him."

Paige started crying, "I'll find a way to save you." She said.

Carl hugged her and went off after Nolan. Paige turned to the pile of dirt he was playing with. She had to hand it to him; he sure had made the game interesting.

"Please, just let me go!" Emily pleaded. It was getting dark out, and Emily still hadn't seen Paige.

"The girl I knew, the one I fell in love with, wouldn't beg for her life in such a pathetic way. You're stronger than that." His words were harsh, but there was something gentle in his eyes. That was what she had to use. It was the only way she would ever get out of here.

"Then maybe I'm just not that girl anymore." Emily said quietly, trying to be as gentle as his eyes on her.

Aiden shook his head, "She's still in there. I just need to lure her out … somehow." His eyes focused on the moon, but it was clear from the crinkle of his forehead that he wasn't really seeing it, "When you and I first met, I was in mourning. I had lost my sister, and my father. I was angry, and confused. I didn't know what to do next. But you took me, and turned me from a wounded, scared animal into a warrior."

Emily shook her head, "I'm sorry for your pain, truly, but none of what you're saying makes any sense."

Then Emily heard it; the cry of a baby. The cry of her baby. "I need to go take care of that." Aiden said.

"Please let me go to her. Please!" Emily said desperately.

Aiden grabbed her, held her close to him. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she could feel his heart beating through his chest "I can't risk it love." He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then let her go, "Not until you're yourself again." She looked down to see she had handcuffed her to … well, something cylinder-like. She didn't know boat terminology.

"And what makes you so sure you can recover my memories for me?" Emily was trying not to sound angry, but she couldn't help the bite behind her words. She wanted nothing more than to spit in his face and run to her child.

"Because I know you," he responded, seemingly unfazed, "Better than anyone ever has."

"Daniel knows me."

"Daniel knows a fairytale, a princess you created for him to fall in love with him. The real you would be bored in a castle. Trust me." he had the nerve to wink at her. Emily felt her chest clench. She listened to the cries of her child through the baby monitor Aiden had. She heard his voice, heard him sooth her daughter's cries. And she screamed.

"Emily! Emily, calm down!" Emily jerked awake. Daniel was next to her. There was something in her arm. Was she in a hospital bed? This was all far too familiar.

"What … what happened?"

"You fainted when they went to take Charlotte's blood."

"What?" That made no sense. She had never been squeamish at the sight of blood before.

"It's okay. You're okay." Daniel said, taking her hand, "They just did some blood work. But you're fine. You're here. You're here with me."

Emily nodded. She was here with him. That was all that mattered.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"

He wasn't mad. It wasn't that Javier was never mad at her, but Charlotte could always tell when he was. Oddly enough, in spite of being an ex-con, Javier was one of the most honest men Charlotte had ever met. It made her feel worse for keeping things.

Charlotte valued honesty, she always had. But hiding insecurities isn't really lying. Or was it? She didn't know.

Maybe it was because it connected back to Declan. He knew about Declan of course, but they didn't really talk about him. They didn't talk about the baby she'd lost either. In fact, nobody really talked to her about that. Even when it had happened, they hadn't really talked to her about it. Her mother had tried to comfort her about Declan, but somehow, the baby topic was skirted. Charlotte hadn't really minded; Victoria Grayson had a way of making everybody else's problems about her, and that was not what Charlotte wanted to deal with back then. Conrad hadn't really known what to say; it wasn't the sort of thing he could understand. To his credit, Daniel had tried, but at the end of the day, he hadn't known what to say either. Jack might have been a good resource, but he went away after Declan died, and by the time he got back, Charlotte had already fled to, and returned from, Paris.

She had talked to Emily. It was brief, but they had had a moment. It was probably because Emily had been the one to find her bleeding out that day. Emily had been the one to tell Charlotte that she lost the baby; the one to sit with her for hours at she stared off mutely into the distance.

Emily had said nothing, offered no empty words of comfort. She had just waited. When Charlotte finally spoke, asked Emily to get her out of there, Emily hadn't said anything. She made no comment on the fact that Charlotte hadn't cried. She simply led her out of the hospital. The entire drive, they were silent. Then, they pulled up to Grayson Manor, and Emily stopped the car, but neither girl got out.

"We were going to live in Paris, get a fresh start." Emily said, absently, "It's a good place for it, I think. Fresh air, fresh perspective. Really, it was about getting away from all of this. There's so much tragedy in The Hamptons. Or maybe it's just a Grayson thing." She turned to Charlotte, a strange glint in her eyes, "You're lucky you're a Clarke. Changing your name was a smart move. You're the last survivor, so you can define what it means to be a Clarke. You can be a survivor if you want. Or you can be something more. That's possible."

They had gone inside and said no more about it, but shortly after, Charlotte had decided to graduate early and go to Paris.

So much had changed since then, and she knew she never really dealt with it.

"Charlotte?"

"Sorry. I got lost in my head I guess."

"Are you sure you aren't just avoiding my question?"

Charlotte shook her head, "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I guess I was just scared and …"

"Scared of what?"

"I just couldn't face it. I never faced it. Not really."

"I don't-"

"I'm waiting on results to see if I can carry a baby to term."

Javier's eyes widened, "Wh-?"

"I'm sorry." Charlotte said again, not really sure what she was apologizing for.

Javier put his hand on her wrist, "Charlotte, I had no idea."

"How could you? I didn't say anything. I didn't want to say anything. I was so scared … so scared of what I might find. So scared to even talk about it … to think about what I lost."

He reached up and tilted her chin so she met his eyes, "Hey, we can talk about it. We can talk about Declan and … and what you lost. It's okay. I'm here for you. Forever. Okay?"

Charlotte nodded, tears forming in her eyes, "Okay."

"Well, I have some exciting news for you two." The nurse said, closing the door behind her.

"I'm going to be okay?" Emily asked, nervously.

"You'll be fine. A little busier in nine months, but fine."

Emily's jaw dropped, "You mean I'm … I'm … ?"

"You're pregnant. Yes. Congratulations."

It was a shock. Emily wasn't exactly sure why. They hadn't been trying, but they hadn't been exactly careful either. They were married, so protection wasn't the priority it had once been. Still, Emily found that she was floored. Pregnant! She was pregnant.

She looked over at Daniel, and saw how his face lit up. His eyes met hers, and she did her best to mirror his excitement. She was excited, in fact, she was over the moon. Being a mother to Paige felt like everything she had ever wanted, and to have another child with Daniel, another baby Grayson …

But as she thought the words "baby Grayson," there was another feeling in the pit of her stomach, something akin to dread.

"Hi." Charlotte said as she laid the flowers down next to the headstone. "I know it's been a while. I'm sorry for that."

She thought back to the last time she had been here. It had been nearly a year. She always came anniversary. Whatever else was going on, she would be in the cemetery on November 5th.

Her eyes filled with tears as she read the headstone:

Declan Foster Porter

Beloved brother and Uncle

March 23, 1994 - November 5, 2012

"There's someone I want you to meet." She said, gathering her courage. She felt a hand take hers and she smiled, "This is Javier. He's … well … he's nothing like you actually. But he loves me, like you did. I know that's what you'd want for me. You'd want me to find someone who really loves me, just like you did." She had to stop talking. The tears were becoming too much.

Javier squeezed her hand, "Hey man. Nice to meet you. I want you to know that you're girls taken care of. She's in good hands, okay? And if I ever hurt her, you have my permission to haunt me Patrick Swayze style."

Charlotte laughed, and Javier brushed a tear from her cheek. "How did I get so lucky, to find two of the few good ones in one lifetime?"

"You look exhausted." Emily said as she watched her daughter bound up the stairs.

Jack shrugged. He had come over to drop Paige off; Carl was apparently still with Nolan. Emily found she was relieved to see him. There was something calming about his presence. Having him here made it feel like everything would be okay. It was bizarre, but she was hardly going to question it.

"What can I say? Between Carl, Paige, and Nolan, it was a long day." Jack said, following her into the house with that ever-present smile of his.

Emily laughed, thinking about what he had said. Understatement. "Join the club."

"So, uh, Charlotte told me the good news." Emily froze. She turned and stared at Jack, shocked. Charlotte wouldn't, would she?

Jack's eyebrows knitted together, "No infertility?" He said, as if it was a question.

"Oh, right. That news." Emily said, relief washing over her. "Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" She tried to sound enthusiastic. She was. It was just … she had so much on her mind right now.

"You're telling me I'm … I'm pregnant?"

"We're pregnant. We're going to have a child." Daniel said. She could tell he was nervous, but what right did he have?

"I may not remember my own name, but I remember how the human body works. Unless I'm mistaken, I'm the one who is going to have a baby, David."

The man sitting beside her hospital bed winced, "Daniel. It's Daniel."

"Right. Look, you seem nice, and I appreciate all you've done but … I don't remember meeting you, let alone marrying you. I certainly don't remember us … being together, making a child." She looked away from him, "How can I raise a child with a man I don't remember? How can I have a child when I don't even know who I am?"

Daniel reached out for her hand, and for whatever reason, she let him. Maybe she just wanted to be comforted right now.

"I don't know if you'll ever get your memory back Em. I don't know if you'll ever remember how we met, or got married or … made this child. I cannot make any promises on that account. But I can promise you that this child will be loved. I can promise you that I love you, and that I will be there for you and this baby. You're not in this alone. I promise, you will never be alone again."

Emily nodded. She had to admit, he talked a good game. "Were we trying to get pregnant?"

Daniel shook his head, "No. It was … it was a miracle. And the fact that it survived, and that you survived, is more miracle than I deserve. But I'll make it right, Em. I'll make it all all right."

"Is everything okay?" Jack asked, snapping Emily out of her reminisces.

Was everything okay? What a question. Emily didn't know. What she did know is that she could trust Jack. Why not just be honest with him. Maybe he could help her figure it out. "Well, I'm … I'm pregnant, as it turns out." She finally said, sitting down on the couch.

"Wow!" jack said. It was clear to Emily that he was shocked, overwhelmed even, but he also seemed … happy. Happy for her, she supposed. It was bizarre. He hated her husband. He didn't approve of her life. There was a possibility that he had feelings for her, and she had just told him that she was having Daniel's baby. Shouldn't he be upset or disappointed? Shouldn't he be hurt? It wasn't what she wanted, of course. She never wanted Jack hurt. It just … wasn't the response she had expected. "That's … wow. Congratulations." He said, sitting down next to her.

"Thank you." She said, trying to keep her voice casual. He was happy for her; truly happy for her. She studied his face, looking for some hidden pain, but found none. Was he just a great actor? Did he not care for her? Had she been wrong about them? Or, was that just who Jack was? Maybe Jack was the guy who was genuinely happy for you, no matter how his life was affected. Maybe Jack was the guy who always put others first.

"So, uh, how do you feel?" Well, he wasn't completely unaffected. He felt awkward, that much she could tell. Still, he was asking about her. His first thought was to think how she was feeling. It shouldn't have surprised her really. Charlotte was the same way, and Daniel … well, Daniel was like that with her and with Charlotte. Maybe he wasn't like that with everyone. Was Jack? Or was this also because it was her? Too much. She just needed to focus on the question.

"I'm all right. I mean, I have done this once before."

"Were you guys, I mean, were you trying to-?"

Emily cut him off, putting up her hands in protest. "No, no, complete surprise." Why had she done that? Did she not want him to think … "But, I mean, a good surprise, you know?" She paused, then added, "It is good, isn't it?" If she was going to seek his guidance on how she felt, she might as well seek it now.

"Of course. What could be better than another little you running around?" he smiled and nudged her shoulder with his.

"Or a little Daniel." She added.

"Right." There was a trace of something in his voice. Maybe a bitterness? Perhaps Jack wasn't as big of a person as she thought.

Emily didn't want Jack to hate Daniel. Of course, she didn't want anyone to hate her husband, but Jack was different. How could she change his mind? She thought back to her musings from earlier. Was she sure she wanted to change his mind?

"Did you know Daniel picked her name?"

"No, I didn't." Jack's eyes widened slightly as he said this, not shocked, just … curious.

"Yeah. Our deal was, if it's a boy, I get to pick the first name, and he gets to pick the middle name, and if it's a girl, I pick the middle, and he picks the first."

"Oh. So, uh, what's her middle name?"

"Samantha." Emily said, smiling.

"Really?" Jack asked, his eyes widening again. This time, it might have been shock. Emily wasn't sure exactly. They were definitely wider than before. More curious than that, there was a smile playing on Jack's lips.

"What?" Emily asked. She wasn't sure if she should be offended. After all, she had picked the name. She had loved the name for as long as she could remember, which, granted, wasn't long.

"Nothing." Jack said, shaking his head. Then, with a barely suppressed smirk, he asked, "Should I assume it was going to be Sam for a boy?"

"Yes actually, it was." Jack's smirk grew. It was getting annoying. "What?"

"Nothing." Jack said, still shaking his head, "But maybe you'll get to use it now."

"Maybe." He was clearly trying to change the subject. Emily decided to let him … for now. "So, what about Carl? Where does that come from?"

"Well, Carl was my dad's name. He, uh, died of a heart attack back in 2011."

"Jack, I'm so sorry."

Jack nodded, "You know, you were the first person I told. I mean, Dec, my brother, knew. They had just had an argument and I found him … it was a long time ago, and Dec and I, we didn't see eye-to-eye on it. But you were the first person."

Emily swallowed. She had to admit, she was a bit choked up. It was incredibly touching that Jack had told her first when he lost his father. She knew that she moved to the Hamptons in 2011, so she and Jack couldn't have known each other that long, yet he chose to confide in her. "What, I mean, how did that happen?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"My, uh, my dog. When you first moved to the Hamptons, he worshiped you. Kept running off to see you, and you kept having to return him. When you came by that morning, I hadn't even noticed he ran off because, well, my dad had a heart attack the night before. So you told me about your dad, and how you were sorry." A smile formed on Jack's face, "You had to bring him back again when I was going out to spread my father's ashes. It was the first time you saw my boat."

"You had a boat?" Emily asked. Something was playing at the edges of her mind, something she couldn't quite lock into.

"Yeah, I, uh, I used to be really into sailing. I wanted to sail to Haiti, volunteer, save the world." Jack chuckled as if the idea was totally laughable to him now. Maybe he thought he had been naïve. Emily did not agree.

"What happened?"

"You know, life." Jack said, standing up. He began to pace and Emily watched him, "I mean, my dad died, and I had to look after my business and my brother, and then I had a kid … stuff gets complicated." He stopped pacing and turned to face her, "Life doesn't usually go the way you plan."

"That's a good thing about having amnesia." Emily said, trying to add some humor to the conversation, "I have no clue what my plans were. I can just pretend they all came true."

Her attempt at humor did not have the desired affect. Jack winced slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at her. After a minute, Emily started to squirm under his gaze. "Hey, are you hungry?" He asked a little too loudly, "I mean, you must be, cravings, right? So, what'll it be? Pickles and ice cream? Salsa and chocolate?"

Emily shook her head, standing, "No, I'm fine. I should probably go check on Paige, get her all settled for bed."

Jack let out and awkward chuckle, "Right. Because we're at your place. And it's late. Guess I'm two for two."

"Well, I could offer you food. You want something for the road? Pickles and ice cream, maybe?"

Jack laughed, "I think I'm good."

Emily walked him to the door, "Goodnight Jack. And thank you."

Jack nodded. Then he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, "Congratulations." He whispered.

Emily nodded, swallowing. She watched him made his way to his car. For a second, he was making his way to a boat. She heard voices whispering in her head, like echoes from another life.

"Sammy named 'er."

"What's he look like?" "Like a Sammy." "Sammy it is then."

"Emily?" Emily turned at the sound of her name, "Are you okay?"

"Charlotte. When did you get here?"

"Javier and I have been upstairs for hours." Charlotte said, shooting Emily a curious look

"Right. Sorry. I guess I just … have a lot on my mind."

Charlotte nodded, "Daniel told me about the baby. You must be so excited."

Emily nodded, "Yeah … so, I heard about your results as well. Congratulations."

"Thanks." Charlotte said. She looked down and started rubbing her hands up and down her arms, "I, uh, I took Javier by Declan's grave today. To sort of … I don't know, introduce them? Is that weird?"

Emily thought for a minute, then shook her head, "I don't think so."

Charlotte headed over to the couch, and Emily followed. "I wasn't trying to rub Javier in Declan's face, or the other way around." Charlotte said as she sat down.

"Of course not." Emily said, sitting beside Charlotte.

"It's just …"

"It's just that you don't want to keep any secrets. You still love Declan and you always will, but you love Javier too, and you need to find a way to acknowledge that which will show the proper respect and love to both parties."

Charlotte nodded, "How do you always know exactly what I'm trying to say? Sometimes, I could swear you were more than just a sister by marriage."

Emily nodded, "About that. What do you know about my relationship with Amanda?"

"Well, you guys were close, I guess. I mean, she seemed to like you, her and Jack made you godmother of Carl, and you were Maid-of-Honor at her wedding."

Emily nodded, "Do you think … would I have wanted her to be my Maid-of-Honor, and godmother? If she hadn't … ?"

Charlotte shrugged, "I don't know." Emily sighed, "I'm sorry, but I honestly just-"

"It's okay." Emily said, standing, "But, hey, we should celebrate. Why don't I cook dinner for the four of us tomorrow night?"

"Should you be on your feet-?"

"I'll be fine. Come on, I'm pregnant. You're fertile, and getting married. Pretty soon it'll be all wedding craziness. Let's have some simple family fun, just the four of us."

Charlotte nodded, "All right. But you have to let me help in the kitchen."

"Deal."

Author's Note: Yes, I decided to do it. Again, normally, I am against fanfiction pregnancy, because they are so cliché, but in this case, I think it is a little different. If Paige had not been Aiden's I might not have done it, but since she is, this will be the first biological Demily baby in this story and that might affect events that happen later on.

Who was surprised by Jack's reaction? Or Emily's for that matter?

What did you guys think of the flashbacks?

What about the Zombie Park Cuteness? I loved writing that part.

I've known for a while that Paige's middle name would be Sammy. I've been waiting for a chance to bring it up. I just figure, you know, that was the first name she thought of as a child, so it would make sense.

How did you guys feel about the Charlotte/Javier/Declan stuff? I used Revenge's wikia site to get Declan's birthday and death date.

Also, I know I can't keep putting off the wedding. I will get to it. I just need to make sure that the junior Graysons have an excuse to stay around after. Or maybe I don't. I'll have to see.

I hope you guys liked the chapter. Please review. They make me happy.