A/N: enjoy! I'm thinking of finishing this story with this chapter and not continuing any further stories. If you want me to write more please let me know!

Andrew pushed open the door for Frankie and the baby. Frankie gingerly walked in and carried baby Teagan in her arms. Bruno came bounding over and Frankie smiled happily. "Hey boy! We're home and we brought someone with us!"

Frankie's belly had shrunk a little but she was still a bit plumped. She made her way over to the sofa and sat down, laying Teagan on her knees. Bruno put his paws up on her legs and sniffed and sniffed, he whined and put his face down on Teagan's stomach.

"Good boy! This is your little sister, you gotta look after her okay?"

He barked and it scared Teagan who woke up and began to cry. "No Bruno!" Andrew scolded but Frankie cut him off. "Andrew don't! He didn't mean to scare her he didn't know!"

Frankie picked up Teagan and placed her against her shoulder tapping her bum gently and gently shaking her. "Shhh…"

"I don't want the dog around her if he's going to bark like that."

"He doesn't understand Andrew he didn't mean to." She tried to explain. Andrew sighed and nodded flopping down onto the sofa, they were all exhausted and snippy.

Bruno got down and laid on the floor next to Frankie and Frankie tried to soothe Teagan. After a few minutes she wouldn't settle so Andrew took her and within a few seconds she was sound asleep.

She looked at him slightly jealous that he was the better parent so far. She sighed and got up, walking over to the kitchen she made up a bottle of milk powder.

"Are you not still breastfeeding?" He asked.

"No, it hurts and I don't think she likes it."

"I think you should try it, you need to do what's best for Teagan."

Frankie sighed again and went back over to him. She took Teagan from him and walked back to the kitchen. She took out her breast and began to feed Teagan but she wouldn't latch. Andrew came over when Teagan started fussing.

"Why don't you take her to the sofa and sit down? She's probably uncomfortable."

Frankie went over to the sofa and tried again, she still didn't want to latch and the couple of times she did it was really painful for Frankie and Teagan wasn't enjoying it much either.

Andrew sat down and manipulated Frankie's breast into a better position and Teagan latched on straight the way, feeding like it was a bottomless pit. Frankie bit her lip to fight back her emotions. When Teagan was done Frankie covered herself up and put Teagan on her shoulder to wind her.

"You want to do it a bit lower…" Andrew said and Frankie had enough, she gave Teagan to him, "you're such a good parent you do it!" She snapped and walked off, going upstairs.

Andrew stood shocked holding Teagan, she started to fuss so he calmed her down.

Frankie went to the bathroom and shut the door, sliding down the door she sobbed, she didn't know why she felt like she did. She felt like such an awful parent, she couldn't do anything right. She missed her being in her belly, safe from an interfering husband. Every time the baby so much as lifted a finger he was there, she couldn't breathe without him checking on her.

She supposed that was better than being inattentive but Frankie couldn't bond with her, figure out how to do things with her for herself. She never had any children before and this was her first time at being a mom, she wanted to find out for herself but he had a better way of doing it and it seems that's what Teagan wanted too. Maybe because he was the first to hold her? Sorry she was too busy dying. She thought.

Frankie had a good cry in the shower and when she was done she cleaned herself up, wrapping a towel around herself. That was another thing bothering her, her stomach looked like a deflating balloon, technically it was but it made her very self conscious and she definitely didn't want Andrew anywhere near her, not that he would days after birth.

Coming out the bathroom to the bedroom she looked down the hall to Teagan's room and Andrew was putting her down for a sleep. Frankie got changed into some joggers and a t-shirt, sitting down at her mirror and brushing her hair.

Andrew put the mobile on and the nightlight, turning off the main light. He shut the door slightly. Frankie came out the bedroom and went downstairs before they could meet on the stairs. He watched her go and followed her down, she was in the kitchen making a drink, he came up behind her and put his hands on her hips, kissing her neck. She shrugged him off and carried on making her drink.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." She said, walking to the breakfast bar and sitting down. He followed her and sat next to her. "I'm sorry what did I do?" He asked.

"Nothing!" She snapped and put her head in her hands. "Frankie…" he took her hand and kissed it, she pulled it away. "Just leave me alone." She said and got up, going upstairs. He sat there for minute wondering what was going on, was she depressed? Was she angry? Was she both? Had he done something?

When he got upstairs to the bedroom the light was already off and she was in bed facing away from him. He got undressed and slid in beside her, he wanted to hold her and tell her he loved her but she wanted space so he left her alone.

A couple of hours passed and Frankie woke to the baby monitor telling them the baby was crying. She sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. She walked down the hall and opened the door slowly, Andrew was feeding her one of Frankie's pre-made breast milk bottles.

"It's okay I got it, you go back to bed and rest." He said, she shook her head and turned around going back to bed she got in and covered up, staring at the clock. 15 minutes later he came back and got into bed, facing away from her. They slept that way all night.

The next 2 weeks were much of the same every time Frankie tried to bond with Teagan either she put up an almighty fuss and cried until Andrew took over or he was already there doing it. Teagan had got so used to being held by Andrew she cried whenever Frankie picked her up. Even Bruno could settle her down more than she could.

Frankie hadn't been sleeping, she was exhausted trying to keep it all together. She and Andrew hadn't made love since the birth and she didn't feel sexual at all. Her stomach looked flabby and horrible, she felt disgusting and she hadn't bonded at all with Teagan or even Andrew over the birth of their daughter. She was a failure, she was turning in the fuck up she promised she would try not to be.

She sat outside on the porch looking out at the lake. Her coffee in her hands had long gone cold, she could hear Andrew playing with Teagan on the sofa. Next week Connie was coming with Liam to visit and she was dreading it, she tried to find an excuse not to be here but she couldn't. She even considered calling her parents to ask for help but she didn't, she knew they would be in their element, with 'we tried to tell you.'

Frankie stood up and walked down to the pier, she sat on the end of the pier, her bare feet dangling in the water. She remembered before she got pregnant when Andrew tried to teach her how to swim, she wished for that moment back, she wished she could go back to that moment when he loved her unconditionally before babies were thought of, when she was pretty and had all of his attention.

Now she had to share his affection with Teagan, whilst she loved her so much she wished he had that special place still in his heart just for her.

Pushing herself into the water she felt the cold sting her like fire on the skin. She laid back in the water floating on her back her arms outstretched like she was when he saved her one time long ago… she floated there for maybe an hour, or less. Standing back up she got out the water and walked up the embankment, ringing her clothes out she walked back up to the house and inside.

She stopped outside and took her wet clothes off. Ringing them out properly she took them inside and went straight to the shower downstairs. He watched her cross the room and go to the bathroom, sighing a little he carried on with his work.

When she got out of the shower she went upstairs and got changed. She put some joggers and a hoodie on and came back down, putting her trainers on. Teagan whinged a little, Andrew had left her in her Moses basket close by. Frankie heard her and her maternal instincts were telling her to go to her so she did, she bent down and touched her chest but she wailed and Frankie backed off, Bruno came over and barked at Frankie. Frankie went to the front door stopping only to look back and see Andrew going to her.

Going out the front door Frankie ran, she ran harder than she had ever ran before. Into the woods she ran until her foot tripped her up and she fell over something, she cut all her shin up and tore her joggers, she stood straight up and carried on running. Hard.

She physically pushed her body too hard and she collapsed to her knees and threw up. So she screamed, harder and louder than she ever had or could, over and over like she was mourning the death of Andrew. Her Andrew the one before the baby was born, he was gone.

Sobbing harder than she knew how Frankie had to come to the realisation that he no longer only loved her like she wanted, that he had to be a parent to Teagan. And so he should, who was she to be so selfish and demand his touch or care even a kind word was beyond them now, they barely spoke and if they did it was about Teagan.

Frankie was a loose cannon in this relationship, a loose end that needed to be tied, their relationship had come to an end, naturally like it should and Teagan was caught in the middle.

Teagan didn't need her now that time had passed, maybe that was Frankie being selfish, but how could she expect someone to love her when she couldn't even love herself. She started to walk home, her limping just another nail in her coffin. Eventually she got back and she stopped on the porch, taking her shoe filled with blood off, she hitched up her trouser leg and tore a bit of the torn jogger off and pressed it to the wound.

She limped inside and Andrew was feeding Tegan he saw her leg and asked if she was ok, Frankie just nodded and limped away. Andrew sighed and put his head in his hand. Once he put Teagan down in bed, he went to their bedroom and stopped in the doorway with his hands in his pockets he leant on the door frame. She was packing a bag with clothes. He didn't stop her.

He tried to speak but he was exhausted as she was mentally and physically. She finished packing her bag and walked past him down the stairs and out the door.

This time there was no getting back together, no running after her. She was gone and that was that.

Frankie turned to the only place she had left and she definitely wasn't going back to her parents. She found where Savannah was staying and Savannah took her under her wing like she had before – her dope dealer from Florida. Before long Frankie was pushing and using again, this time she fell into it bad. High on the streets on Pennsylvania, stuck in a never ending cycle of drugs and alcohol trying to push away her feelings. Until one day.

"Frankie!" Savannah said as she ran up the steps to the house she'd been squatting in, some dead end suburb of some back alley. Frankie pulled her hood down, the traces of weeks of dope use now evident, self harming covering her legs and arms.

"I have some men here that want to speak to you." As she pulled Frankie into the room she whispered for her to help her, that they were going to kill her if Frankie didn't agree.

Savannah shoved her into the middle of the room and they surrounded her, the next thing she knew she was on a plane to Russia….

Andrew opened the door and welcomed his mother and brother in. "Where is granny's little angel?" Connie said as she practically ran into the house.

"Hello mammy, Liam."

Connie ran over to Teagan and Liam looked around. "You've done this up amazing bro!"

"Yeah it's beautiful…" he half smiled.

"Where's my daughter in law?"

Andrew put his hands in his pockets and sighed. He shook his head of the tears that came. "She's gone."

"What?" Liam and Connie said unison.

"Yeah…so…" Andrew tried to keep it together but the past few weeks had been the worst of his life, he had no idea where she was or if she was even safe and warm. He worried sick about her, wishing he'd gone after her trying to make it work…

"Well I guess that's that then. Welcome back to bachelorhood brother!" Liam laughed, Connie scolded him and looked at Andrew. "Ye be after telling me everything start teh finish boy!" She said walking him over to the sofa.

After an hour of going through it all, Andrew broke down. "And now I don't know where she is, I don't know if she's mentally with it, if she needs me or even wants me! She hasn't seen her daughter and Teagan is starting to get to the point that she knows Frankie isn't coming back and I can't comfort her. I love her mammy so fucking much I just want her back."

Connie shook her head and hit him. "Oww!" He snapped.

"You're as dumb as daddy! My word I suffered with post natal depression after Sean and let me tell ye it's no joke! Frankie needed you and ye just let her walk out!"

"Mammy I thought that's what she wanted to be rid of me!"

"Yer daddy thought the same thing, sure enough he thought I didn't want him around anymore, he tried to leave but ye know what brought him back? The thought that I be raising you kids on me own. He dinny understand depression thought it was just another excuse fer being moody! When he saw how much it broke me; boy! He could see how dark it was in that hole let me tell ye."

"What are you saying mammy? Should I just wait for her to come back?"

"No I'm telling you to go to the hole of her deepest darkest fears and find that girl and bring her back. Andrew she'll be at the ends of hell be now, she might even be too far gone, but if there's anyone who can bring Frankie back it's you and only you!"

He stared at her, "what if she won't come?"

"She'll come, a mother will always come back for their child, you see Andrew you may have cut the cord…" she touched his cheek lovingly and he felt it, he really felt it that mothers bond… "…but they're still attached and they always will be." She kissed his cheek and he nodded.

He promised a Frankie once he'd go to the ends of hell to save her and wherever she was he wouldn't give up until he did….

A few days later and Andrew managed to get hold of Donna, they hadn't seen Frankie or heard anything from her, they didn't seem bothered either so he knew she wasn't hiding out there, he drove around all night some nights looking for her, keen crawling the prostitution rink to see if she was around, he put the feelers out but nobody had heard from her or seen her and if they had they weren't very forthcoming with information.

He even rang "Craig" the gay guy from the garage and he hadn't ever seen her again since that day. He couldn't think of anyone else she knew, he checked all the neighbours and when he got to Beverly's he saw a car that reminded him of her… He waited outside Beverly's and tailed Savannahs car all the way back to a housing area. He scoped out the area looking for signs of Frankie, asking around but nobody had seen her.

Savannah had gone to a bar late one night and this cozy little shack sat in a back alley. When she left she walked the alley lighting up a cigarette when suddenly she was grabbed from behind and turned so her back was thrust into the wall.

She saw Andrew and smirked. "Well I was expecting you a lot sooner, if you wanted me now she's out the way a phone call would have been better." She laughed.

Andrew shoved her into the wall hard and covered her mouth with his hand, he pulled a knife out and held it to her throat drawing a tiny strand of blood.

"You going to listen to me okay?" She nodded. "Where the fuck is Frankie and don't bullshit me cos I know she's been here!"

Andrew let up on his hand. "I saw her a little bit back she wanted some drugs but once she got what she wanted she left and that was it." He pushed harder on the knife she yelled and he covered her mouth.

"The thing is Savannah everything but the truth from your mouth is bullshit to me, so you best start talking, or I'm going to fucking finish you, makes no means to me, I can disappear as easily as I came, got it?"

Savannah nodded and she spilled the beans. "I got involved with some human trafficking gang, they wanted payment so I gave them Frankie…"

"What?!" He shoved her hard into the brick wall.

"I had no choice, they were gonna kill me!"

"So you let them take Frankie?" He threw his hands in the air, putting his hands behind his head, suddenly he came back to her. "Where did they take her?" She shrugged and he pressed the knife to her again and slit a tiny bit, she screamed under his hand wriggling. He let his hand up and she spoke, "Russia."

He breathed hard, "where about's?"

"Samara."

"For what purpose?"

"Sex."

"Names."

"Kris Markova is all I know I swear."

He lowered his head crying. He pulled a hand back and slapped her as hard as he could across the face and ran off. Getting back in his car hdd we drove back to the house as fast as he could. Running in Connie was just changing Teagan.

Andrew ran upstairs then straight back down, he started opening drawers and throwing things out madly.

"Bro what's going on?" Liam asked.

"They've got Frankie, they've taken her to Russia human trafficking, I need to go find her."

Liam grabbed his arm and stopped him, "bro that's serious shit they could kill you, let me come with you."

"No they might have contacts here plus I don't trust Frankie's friend, Savannah, I need you to protect Teagan."

He went to the next draw throwing things out of it. "What are you looking for?"

"Frankie's passport."

"She won't be able to get home we might need to make a quick exit."

"Well how did she get to Russia without it?"

"She left it here I know she did, she had new one printed with her married name on I saw it the other day…"

"Found it." Liam said handing it to him. Andrew turned to run and Liam stopped him. "You sure she's worth it?"

"I'd go to hell for her." Andrew said, Liam nodded. "Be safe brother." He let him go and Andrew ran out, getting in his car and speeding away.

Frankie was forced into a dark room and the door slammed shut behind her. Her hands were bound but it made no odds, the room she was in was pitch black, no windows.

She sat on the floor she'd been pried with drugs so she figured rape was on the way. She leant back against the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees, she didn't care anymore they could have her, she was a fucking useless waste of time, even Andrew could see that. He didn't care, nobody did. She wished they'd do her a favour and kill her.

The drugs started to take effect and she started to space out, she could see her daughters tiny form and she cried. The door opened and that was the last thing she remembered.

"Sir there's a war going on! There are very limited flights to Russia at this time!"

"I don't care! Find me a seat on a plane to Russia even if I have to sit on the wing!"

"Sir calm down!"

"My wife is over there and she's gonna die if I don't get there, please…I need to get to her." He said calmly as he could, the woman calmed down and looked again, one seat became available on the last flight, she printed the ticket without taking payment and handed it to him not thinking she just knew she had to do it. "Run! The planes final boarding call has just been announced."

He thanked her, took the ticket and ran, he got through security and ran as fast as his feet would carry him to the terminal just before the door shut, they let him on and he sat down in his seat.

Frankie was beaten to within an inch of her life, when she wouldn't let the men have sex with her, going as far as biting one of their nobs. When she was highly drugged she was angry and they hadn't calculated for that. They beat her and stripped her, thrown her back in the dark room, bound and helpless.

She came to, a little drunk off her high. She could swear she could hear Teagan crying, she could hear Andrew comforting her… "Frankie?"

She could hear Andrew's voice. "What are you doing Frankie you got to fight this!"

She spoke even though there was no one there. "I can't do it, I'm sorry."

"You have to Frankie, she needs you!" The voice spoke. "Leave me alone I want to die."

"Frankie…"

"Leave me alone!" She screamed and looked around. She was alone.

12 hours on a plane and Andrew was never more glad to see Russia. The plane landed and he got off sprinting through security and out into the cold mid afternoon air, he forgot a warm jacket he didn't realise how cold it was in Russia this time of the year. He had no idea where to go from here he just knew he had to find Kris Markova and he would hopefully find Frankie.

But where did he go from here, he spoke very little Russian and probably understood even less. He decided to go to a bar in town and ask around just on the off chance someone might know him or know where he resided.

Either way he wasn't just going to hand Frankie to him, he'd need to fight for her. And he would.

He hopped on a metro from the airport and headed for the centre of Samara. Once he came to what he presumed to be the centre as a lot of people were getting on/off he got off and looked around. He went to the nearest bed and breakfast he could find and spoke to the receptionist in broken Russian as to whether they knew this man, they'd never heard of him and nobody else they asked had either.

He booked a room for one night just incase and went out again, he checked a few eateries and nothing and then a few bars and nothing. He came out of one particular bar and sighed looking up at the night sky, wondering where the hell he was and what he was doing, would she even care? What if she didn't want to come back, could he force her really? His mammy'a words echoed in his ears, his promise to go to hell and back for Frankie was all he kept in his heart. There was a little girl at home that need her mammy the kind of love only she could provide.

"Dobryy vecher." A man said off to his side.

"Dobryy vecher." Andrew nodded and was going to start walking when he was ambushed and dragged into an alley. He was blindfolded and snuggled into the back of a car, a gun was pointed at his head and he was told to stay quiet.

Frankie came to as a group of men burst into the little dark room and put her in a T-shirt and jeans and trainers that were too big for her. She was dragged outside and bustled into a waiting car.

They arrived at a disused airport and Frankie was pushed on to a waiting plane with a group of men, she was drugged and blindfolded, her ropes around her wrists tightened.

Andrew was dragged out the car by a group of men, he had no idea who they were or what they wanted from him. They brought him into a large open warehouse and tied him to a chair.

"Govorite seychas!" The man said, Andrew had to think for a minute but that wasn't quick enough. They punched him across the face hard and split his lip.

"Govorite seychas!" The man said again and this time he tried a different way…

"Ya ne ochen' khorosho govoryu po-russki, ty vladeyesh' angliskirm?" Andrew tried as best he could.

"American?" The man asked.

"Irish, my wife is American."

"What are you doing in Russia?"

"I'm looking for her."

"Why?"

"We…well she…I…." A man punched him in the gut winding him. He couldn't speak for a moment but when he could he managed to get out… "we just had a baby, she's got post natal depression, long story short she got mixed up with the wrong people and brought here, I'm trying to find her and bring her home."

"Who do you work for?"

"Nobody I'm a scientist I used to be a priest in the Vatican before I met my wife."

"What she do? Suck your dick in the pew and you have baby?" He laughed. Andrew didn't reply at first but decided he was done answering questions for now, how about they answer some?!

"What do you want with me?"

"I ask the questions!" A slug to his face again.

"What's her name?"

"Frankie Kiernan or Frankie Paige is her maiden name."

They all looked at each other and fell silent for a minute. "Do you know a man named Kris Markova? Apparently he took her I want to find him so I can get her back."

The man spit on the floor when that name was mentioned and he stopped the guys from hitting him, he signalled for them to take off his blind fold and they did. A big burly man with a curly black beard and clearly the man from earlier were stood next to each other with. Group of other men with guns around him.

"Kris is a human trafficker, he has your girl."

"How do you know? Where can I find her?" The guy with the beard laughed and paced a little. "What's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want?" Andrew said and got a little hopeful.

"So if I get to bang her that will be payment yes?"

Andrew didn't reply and the guy laughed. "Do not make promises you can't keep mr Andrew! First rule in my country!"

"Kris has some of my people held captive I've been working on a plan to infiltrate his premises for some time now but he moves frequently and now you've been spreading his name around town he will be feeling the heat."

"I just want Frankie back I don't want to get involved in your mess with him." Andrew said.

"You're already involved, she's already involved, she shouldn't have been hanging around with shady people if you didn't want to be involved!"

"Like I said it's a long story…."

"If you help me free my men I'll help you get Frankie back yes?" He said to Andrew. Andrew paused. "How do I know you're going to really help me?"

"I'm your only hope of ever seeing Frankie again Mr Andrew, without me you won't even get close enough to piss on their perimeter!"

"If you're so good why do you need me?"

"Maybe I'm just a good man who's feeling generous or maybe you've got something in it to loose as much as I have."

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked.

The guy stared at him. "They have my wife and daughter, I'm on the same quest to get them back as you are except I've been doing this for a long time now. I can see you're a man with something to loose and that can be a very powerful weapon."

"So when do we go get them?"

"You can't rush in there Andrew, there has to be a plan in place. They will have Frankie and my wife and daughter well guarded, come untie him!" He said to the guards and they did. He went to Andrew and offered him his hand.

"Frank Ivanov."

"Andrew Kiernan." He shook his hand.

Frankie was thrown into another room, this one had a bulb light overhead, she hit the floor with a thud and the light burned her eyes. For all their beatings her face remained remarkably untouched, they couldn't risk someone seeing a battered woman surrounded by men and informing cops. Frankie peeled her eyes open, her hands still bound she rolled onto her back, her chest hurt and she coughed.

"Mama…" a young girl said.

"Ukhodi et meter, ditya!"

Frankie lifted her head and looked at the little girl, she scared her and the little girl ran back to her mothers arms.

"Great, company!" Frankie's head dropped back to the concrete with a thud.

"American?" The woman asked her.

"Yes…" Frankie said, looking up at the ceiling.

"You know English not too good."

"Well my Russian is even worse!"

Frankie gingerly pulled herself back up against the wall, her lip was split and she had a cut over her eyebrow but thankfully they had left face pretty much in tact. Her hair fell around her face and she pushed it back with her tied hands.

"Marianna, my daughter Katrina."

"Frankie." Frankie replied.

The woman held her daughter in her arms, the child contented to be there. Frankie chuffed and lowered her head.

"Why you here?" The woman tried.

"Because I suck at being a parent." Frankie replied honestly.

The woman tried to understand her but she couldn't so Frankie tried to use different words. "I'm not a very good mother…"

"Ah…"

"Me no good too."

"Looks like you two are close, loving."

The woman brushed her child's hair back, they both looked like they had been here a while. "I mess up, try and make money and get caught stealing…they took us here."

Frankie nodded and rested her head back. "How long?" Frankie asked.

"4…." she held up four fingers.

"4 days?" The woman shook her head. "Weeks?" Again she shook her head. "Months?" She nodded and Frankie looked shocked.

"I hope they kill me quicker than that!"

"You wish death?" She asked Frankie.

"Yes, it will be easier for everyone at home if I was dead."

"You have child?"

"Yes one." Frankie replied.

"How old?"

"4 weeks."

"Weeks?" The woman looked shocked. "Baby need mama?"

"No she doesn't, she has father."

"No baby need mama…" she urged Frankie. "Umm….bonding!"

"No she doesn't like me." Frankie shook her head.

"Baby's they pick and choose, normal but they need mother most." The woman said. Frankie nodded she still didn't believe it though, Teagan hated her.

Suddenly the door slid open and a man walked in, they grabbed Frankie and dragged her by her hair out the door, slamming it shut.

"They've moved locations." Frank said walking into the small room with a bed. Andrew had just woken and he sat up.

"What?"

"Get ready we catch plane to Tobolsk."

"What? Why?"

"They got wind of you asking questions and they moved locations. I have people who watch them, followed them to Tobolsk."

"Do they know if Frankie is ok?"

"She is for now, possibly with my family."

"Get ready we move soon!"

Pretty soon Andrew was on a small plane heading across Russia. He missed Frankie terribly and of course Teagan. But Frankie was his lover, his beautiful wife, he couldn't believe things had got this far… he'd screwed up and not put Frankie first in this parenting relationship. He'd taken over and pushed Frankie out in his desire to be a good parent, it was all well intentioned but he'd clearly not helped with Frankie's post natal depression, he'd probably made her feel as worthless as one could feel.

The view from the plane was absolutely amazing, he wished Frankie was here to see it, the morning sun over the frozen north.

Frankie was again attacked they tried to drug her and force her but she had resisted, but she was now beaten to within an inch of her life, bleeding and battered she was becoming of little use to them, they turned their attention to Marianna, leaving Katrina with Frankie whilst they got their kicks out of her instead.

Katrina sat and watched as Frankie came out of another drug induced rage. She coughed up blood now unable to sit up for pain.

Frankie opened her eyes, her face was cut up from blows, still no black eyes though she thought thankfully. Katrina quietly sobbed and Frankie raised her hand and told Katrina to come to her. Katrina didn't know English but she understood a hug when she was offered one. She came over and sat with Frankie whilst Frankie lay on the floor. Frankie rubbed her back and made soothing noises, the girl calmed a little.

The plane landed and they had a car waiting. Getting inside they started driving until they came to a disused factory.

"Our families are in there. Here's a gun." He said giving one to him. "Shoot to kill."

"I don't plan on using it." He said, but Frank made him keep it just incase. "I just want my girl, that's all that matters." Frank nodded and just as they were getting out he turned to Andrew;

"My wife's name is Mariana, my daughter is Katrina." Andrew nodded and they waited as a group of men stormed the place first, guns firing off in every direction.

But when it came down to it there was barely anyone there. Franks crew wiped out whoever was remaining figuring they were already gone and the two of them came into the open factory area. Frank saw a woman laying on her side naked, a bullet through her head.

He moved over and dropped to his knees, picking his wife's body up in his arms. He broke down sobbing. A guy called out as they pulled open a door, Frank and Andrew looked they ushered the little girl out and she ran to her fathers arms, he pulled her up and away from the sight of her mother. Andrew went over slowly and a man pointed to the corner of the room.

Laying on her side away from him was Frankie. He slowly made his way over and dropped to his knees beside her. He didn't dare touch her but he had to know. He gently touched her side and she winced. He sighed in relief and sat with his back against the wall, pulling her up into his lap, he used his sleeve to wipe away the blood from her eyes.

"Frankie?" He held her up with his arm, she rested her a side against his chest. She could hear a familiar breath and smell a scent she found comfort in. She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked through broken voice.

"Looking for you." He whispered.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I love you and I'm sorry, sorry I didn't realise what you were going through. I'm sorry I didn't understand and took over…I love you with all my heart Frankie. I can't live without you my beautiful wife…"

She pulled her tied hands up and he undid them, feeling stupid for not doing it earlier. "You don't need me you have Teagan, that's all you wanted, leave me alone, let me go."

"If you go I go then she won't have either of us, is that what you want?"

"You wouldn't leave her."

He took the gun out and cocked it holding it to his temple so she could see. She brought her hand up to his around the gun, pulling it down and pointing it at her chest holding his hand there. He wanted to move it but she wouldn't let him.

"Do it, shoot me, I'm nothing anymore, a druggie, a worthless piece of skin…you'll be better off without."

"No…" he said crying, his tears falling on her chest. He pulled the gun away and threw it away. "I want you to come home, I want you in my life forever and ever after. For better or worse in sickness and in health…"

"I love Teagan she's my world but you are the reason I even want to exist. I am not leaving here without you and I will not let you leave your daughter without a mother! She needs you Frankie, more than you know. She misses her mammy, she's not even settling for me anymore." Frankie chuffed unable to imagine it.

"Frankie I promised to go to hell and back for you, well here I am… please don't leave me now…."

He sat her up and she fell against him weakly. "Please god. Please don't take her." Frankie weakly lifted her hand and turned his face down to her. "Frankie I want to go home, with you in my arms baby, every day in my arms my lover, my sexy goddess."

She looked up at him and he leaned down softly kissing her for the first time in weeks, it felt so incredible. "Remember when we made love in the corn field?" He asked and she nodded.

"I want that every day with you. From now until forever that passion, that love, I want that only with you. You and me forever Frankie nobody else….just you and me my beautiful woman, please fight for that Frankie, fight for our love with me."

She leaned in as best she could and they kissed long and passionately. He looked into her eyes and deepened their kiss. Pulling back and holding her cheek. "I fucked up I'm sorry, don't hate me I can't live with that. If you die I die baby, I'm not living anymore without you, I'm done."

"I'm sorry I fucked up again." She sobbed. "You didn't." He replied. "You are my angel, my perfect beautiful angel, we can get through anything together."

"I want to go home…" she said coughing. He picked her up into his arms and carried her, they all left the building.

"I have to stay friend, my wife…" he said looking back, holding his daughter.

"I understand, thank you…" he nodded unable to shake the man's hand he gave Andrew a tap on the back and they parted ways.

Andrew took Frankie to the nearest hospital and she was checked over. Aside from some bad cuts and very bad bruising she was okay enough to go home the next day. Andrew took her to the nearest hotel so she could rest, she wasn't ready to jump back in all guns blazing.

They found a nice hotel in Tyumen next to a river and they checked in. He'd also paid for the hotel staff to go out and buy her some clothes. Since she still had the blood stained ones from her time on.

He carried her into the room and set her down on the bed. Locking the door behind them he took off his jacket and shoes and pushed off his trousers and shirt, glad to be free of them. He knelt down next to Frankie and kissed her softly, staring into her eyes. "You and me forever." He whispered.

"Promise?" She asked laying on her side facing him. He held up his little finger and she linked her little finger with his. "Promise." He kissed her softly.

"Come on." He sat her up and took off the horrible clothes throwing them in the trash. She covered her baby belly and he took her hands away, leaning in and kissing her again. "Don't hide from me Mrs. Kiernan, I want all of you, you crazy sexy lady."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he took her to the shower. A little while later they came out clean and relieved finally to having had made love for the first time since Teagan was born. He was as gentle with her as he could be, slow steady motions.

Laying her on the bed he came over the top of her and started kissing her body, she winced in pain and he stopped looking at her. "Sorry baby."

"Don't stop." She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. They made love again and he was just as gentle this time around.

When they were both spent he fell behind her and pulled her back to his chest, holding her so very lightly against him so as not to hurt her. Still she winced in pain and he kissed her shoulder, stroking her side so softly.

"I missed you Andrew, I missed you so much. I was so scared."

"I'm here now, I won't let anything happen to you ever again." He rested his head on her shoulder, so glad his Frankie was with him, safe and warm. "Don't ever leave me again beautiful, promise me that no matter what you'll stay and talk to me."

"I'll try…" she turned in his arms and cuddled into his chest. He held her and touched her body as much as he could, wanting every part of her to be his. Wanting to kill anyone that laid a finger on her.

They stayed that way, entangled in each others arms for days. Andrew had rung to check on Teagan and give them the news. Frankie was coming home! They said a celebration was in order.

They opted to stay the week in Russia, sightseeing and just being with each other, Teagan was content with Connie and Liam. They needed time together just the two of them after everything. And he had a chance to show Frankie how much he loved her and had missed her! (Gently of course!)

Coming home was the hardest, Frankie was terrified and shaking as she stepped out of the car. Connie brought Teagan out and handed her to Andrew, Andrew smiled and kissed his baby girl. He loved her so much, Frankie stayed by the car her heart almost pounding out of her chest.

Andrew walked slowly over and stood in front of Frankie, he slowly placed Teagan in her arms and the little girl stopped fussing and settled, content to hear her mothers heartbeat once more, the bond that was never broken, still beating strong. Frankie kissed her loving crying silent tears. Andrew brushed Frankie's hair from her face and kissed her slowly but lovingly.

Their family once again whole. Forever.