Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Chosen. Dallas Jenkins does and I am NOT making any money off of this. I only own my Original Characters. And none of the events with any of them happened in the Bible. Thank you and God Bless you.

TW: Mention of Suicidal Thoughts

One Month Ago

"You mean it's happening this soon?" Maya's grandmother asked as Maya listened, sitting down on the bed in her father's old room.

"My time is coming" he said sadly. "I won't be here much longer."

Maya's eyes widened as tears filled her eyes. How could her father have kept this from her? He was going to die? Why would he abandon her like that?

She lay down now, hiding her face in a pillow as her tears came fast now, drenching the fabric beneath her. Her heart was breaking once more. The first time since her mother died and Jesus had adopted her. She was broken once more and as she cried silently she could feel unimaginable pain. Her head was already starting to hurt from the stress and she felt as though she would throw up. This wasn't real. It couldn't be happening.

She could hear her father's footsteps and she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. He sat down next to her now, looking over at her before opening a box. He took awhile to lay down, but when he did, he wrapped an arm around her, kissing her head and cheek. He could taste the saltiness of her tears and he frowned a little, kissing her cheek a couple more times before holding her closer to him than normal.

"Goodnight my little lamb"

The nickname alone made her want to start crying all over again, but she kept the tears back and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was a whole blur to Maya.. Her movements were mechanical. Smile, act normal, don't rouse any suspicions. Her head was killing her and she was pale with circles under her eyes. But that was the only sign that something wasn't right. She had found some herbs in her bag to help with the nausea, but she still felt drowsy and out of it. And freezing cold.

But she couldn't control passing out when her father was arrested in the temple. All she saw was her father being taken away and then she was falling. The last thing she saw was Lazarus' concerned face and her grandmother looking terrified face as she blacked out.

When she came to, she was in the familiar arms of her father. He was on the ground with her in his lap, stroking her hair gently. "Abba?" she whispered now, looking up at him drowsily.

"I'm here baby. I'm sorry you had to see that. I know it was terrifying, but I am here."

"Are you really?" she asked shakily, fighting back tears now, wanting to scream at him but she had no energy. Instead she slipped back into an exhausted sleep with her father in the middle of a tent he had made in the wilderness.

One Month Later

"Maya!" Matthew called out to her now as he spotted her in the crowd.

She turned around slowly now, her dull eyes catching the first glimpse of her beloved. She hadn't seen him in a month and she had missed him, but she had no energy to run to him. So he did it for her.

Her head was in constant pain now, she was tired and slept more than normal. She had wanted to snap at her father every chance she got, but couldn't bring herself to do so. She loved him too much, even though he had broken her heart.

She fell into Matthew's arms now as he reached her, letting the tears slide down her pale face as she buried her face into his shoulder, finally letting herself go in the arms of the man she loved. Matthew was shocked at the condition that Maya was in. The last time he had seen her this way was when her mother died and suddenly he grew fearful. Something was terribly wrong.

He lifted her up into his arms and hurried to his house, thanking God that the door was unlocked as he rushed in, racing upstairs to his old room, shutting the door. He set her down gently before locking it.

"Maya..." he whispered "What has happened."

"Abba...he told grandma that he would die soon..."

Matthew's eyes widened as he led her over to the bed, laying them both down as he held her tighter than normal.

"You can't tell anyone..." she whispered shakily after she had told him the whole story of what happened in Nazareth.

"You have my word Maya" he whispered against her hair, fear evident in his eyes.

Maya wiped her eyes and looked up into his eyes now. His familiar, loving brown eyes. She didn't know what she would do if she didn't have Matthew. He leaned down and kissed her gently as she weakly wrapped an arm around his neck, more tears flowing. She was surprised she had any tears left.

"H..how was you're mission?" she asked drowsily as she leaned against his chest, closing her eyes at the familiar feeling of his hand stroking her hair. He knew she was in pain.

"Confusing and a little scary" he admitted scratching her back a little. "Big James said he felt like a fraud because he could do things he barely understood."

She sighed softly and closed her eyes. The whole month had been rough on all of them it seemed. Everybody seemed to be confused or weary at the moment and not just her.

"I don't want this anymore Matthew. I thought I wanted it when I was sixteen but now? I can't handle this. I would have done better with just you and Hanna."

Matthew kissed her forehead and rubbed her back a little more. "Think it over Maya. You're upset right now. You may feel differently later."

She nodded and closed her eyes, sighing shakily. She soon found herself falling asleep. Something she had been doing alot more of lately when she wasn't traveling with her father. Matthew kissed her head gently as he fell asleep as well, tired from his journey.

"Where were you last night young lady?"

Maya was standing in the middle of Simon and Eden's living room, looking down at her hands. Matthew stood behind her, not really wanting to get in the middle of the current fight that was brewing. Maya and Jesus never fought, but here they were.

"I was with Matthew. Is that a problem?"

Jesus sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his head. Maya had never rebelled like this in all the time he had been her father. It was confusing him.

"You know the rules Maya. You know that you aren't supposed to spend the night alone with Matthew."

"Well I did it before when you weren't here and I guess I'll do it again when you aren't anymore!"

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Jesus asked a little confused.

"It means that maybe I don't want to be you're daughter anymore!" Maya screamed.

Jesus' eyes widened and he backed up a little. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He took a good look at his daughter now. Pale face, circles under her eyes and she was thinner. Something was happening and he had been blind to it the whole time.

"Yeah I heard you and grandma the night we got to Nazareth. The walls aren't thick so don't think that I couldn't."

Maya winced and clutched her head now as her father frowned. He reached for her, but she backed away. "Don't come near me" she said tearfully now as she turned and raced past Matthew and out the door.

"Maya!" Jesus called out now, tears filling his own eyes. What had he done?

She ran without really knowing where she was going, but she knew that she couldn't go back now. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at her father, but she was so hurt and heartbroken that she couldn't bear it. She stopped to catch her breath, looking around now. Where would she go? She couldn't go to her best friend like she usually would because that would be crossing into Roman territory.

Just as she was looking around though a familiar voice called to her. "Maya?"

"Mary?" She turned to face her now as more tears filled her eyes.

The older woman gasped and walked over to her now, placing an arm around her. "What is wrong?" she asked now, worry in her own eyes.

"Abba...he..." She couldn't say anymore as she started sobbing into her hands.

Mary held her tighter as she turned her around and led her back to Matthew's house. "It's okay" she said softly, stroking her hair gently.

The two walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Mary examined the girl in front of her now and what she saw scared her beyond belief. She saw a broken girl who looked as though she didn't want to live anymore. Just like she didn't before Jesus saved her.

But Mary pushed her past out of her head and took Maya's hands into her own. "Maya...You're not going to...are you?"

Maya looked up at Mary now, still crying deeply. She still shook her head no even though she was struggling to breathe.

Mary rubbed her hand up and down Maya's back in an effort to calm her down. "Okay, okay sweetheart, just take some deep breaths. Tell me what happened."

Maya explained the whole situation to Mary now, who was also crying by the end of her story. "I think he should have told you this up front and not have kept it a secret from you for that long."

She would have to have a talk with Jesus later that night. She couldn't believe any of this.

"Can I stay here?" Maya asked shakily, wiping her eyes a little as she yawned. "My head hurts and has been for a month."

"You've had these headaches for a whole month?"

Maya nodded and looked down once more. "I have..."

"Okay sweetheart, you go on upstairs and I'll be right down here when you wake up."

No way was she going to leave the distraught teenager in this condition. She watched Maya as she walked upstairs and shook her head. She was angry and upset herself now.

Maya walked into her and Matthew's room now, freezing cold even though it was warm outside. She took a moment to look around for a few moments. The room looked exactly the same when she had left Capernaum for the first time all those months ago. She looked over at the bed remembering when Jesus told her that he would be her father. More tears filled her eyes as she grabbed a blanket and laid down. She was asleep in minutes.

The next thing Maya knew it was dark and it seemed as though she had been asleep for hours. She didn't get up though. She just lay in bed with her eyes open staring at the wall blankly. She knew her father was staying elsewhere. He would probably be worried by now. She was still so upset, but all she wanted to do now was race into his arms and never let go. Somehow she felt all the anger go out of her when she was crying to Mary. And now she felt bad about all the things she had said.

About a half hour later, she heard voices coming from downstairs. She wanted to hear what was being said, but she lay still instead.

"You should have told her!" Mary exclaimed now as she faced Jesus who was standing in the living room looking worried sick because he hadn't been able to find his precious daughter anywhere.

"I was going to tell you all together" he said sighing now as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes but Maya is you're little girl! She's different than us."

Jesus' eyes filled with tears now. Something Mary had never seen before. "Where is she?" he asked shakily, wiping at his eyes.

"She's upstairs. She has a bad headache and has had them for a month. She's pretty weak and I made sure that she wasn't a danger to herself because she had that same look in her eyes that I had in mine when..."

"I'll go up there now. Thank you Mary."

He didn't want to hear anymore now because when Mary said that Maya looked suicidal, he knew he had to fix this and fast. He turned and quickly rushed up the stairs.

Maya heard this and looked up from her pillow as soon as her father opened the door, looking around frantically. His eyes finally met her's and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. "Maya..."

"Abba..." she managed to get out as tears filled her eyes. A rush of adrenaline went through her now as she jumped off the bed, running right into his arms, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her face into his shoulder.

"My Little Lamb" he whispered shakily, holding her close as she sobbed brokenly.

"I'm s..so sorry Abba...I didn't mean to say all those things."

He lifted her up into his arms now, knowing that she was weaker than she let on at that moment, hiding his face in her hair as he started to cry once more, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck. She could feel the wetness of his tears on her head and cried more as a result. He walked over to the bed and sat down with her in his lap finally lifting his head to wipe her tears away with his hand.

"I forgive you my darling" he whispered softly, kissing her cheek as he pushed some of her hair back away from her tear stained face. "And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you up front about my death. You deserve to hear the truth."

Maya sighed shakily and placed her forehead on her father's closing her eyes as he stroked her hair gently. "Lets lay down."

She got up off her father's lap, feeling a little dizzy as he caught her in his arms. "Easy sweetheart I have you" he said laying them both down.

He stroked her hair a little more now as she hid her face in his chest. "Maya why didn't you tell me you were in pain?"

"I was angry...and depressed" she said softly, looking up at him sadly.

"You shouldn't hide pain like this from me Maya" he said softly, placing his hand on her forehead gently.

Maya felt the pain fade away now as she closed her eyes, her head landing back on his chest. He placed his hand on her stomach as well, stopping the nausea.

"Feel better now?" he asked lovingly as he kissed the side of her head.

"Physically yes" she whispered, holding onto her father tighter than normal, shutting her eyes tight.

He could feel the tension as he rubbed her back gently. "Maya I know this is hard and I know that I handled things badly, but I need you to promise me something."

"What's that?" she asked, looking up at him now, tears flowing down her face.

"That you won't hurt yourself in any way. Look at me."

He tilted her head up so that she was looking into his eyes. "You have to promise me Maya. I can't lose you like that."

"I promise Abba" she whispered, kissing his cheek softly before rubbing her nose against his.

He kissed her forehead and playfully rubbed his nose against her's as well. "We need to be honest with each other Maya. You and me. This relationship only works if it goes both ways."

"No more lies then? No more keeping things from me?" she asked holding up her pinky now.

Jesus rolled his eyes playfully and linked his pinky with his daughter's. "I promise."