* I know Nintendo wasn't out when Trudy was a child, but this is an AU story so it's out for the sake of the story

For the first few days after the surgery, Trudy mostly slept. Both of her parents were by her side. The day that she was released Angela came over.

"I need to be in bed," Trudy said apologetically.

"That's okay," Angela remarked, "We can play in your room. I see you have tendo"

Trudy brightened up.

"We do," she said, "My favorite game is Super Mario. It is so much fun."

The girls played Super Mario for a couple of hours. After that, they stopped and talked.

"Are you scared," Angela asked.

"No but I am mad," Trudy answered, "I hate having Akemia."

"I hate having cancer too," Angela said.

"What do you think happens after you die," Trudy asked.

"I think you go to heaven," Angela said, "What about you?"

"I think so too," Trudy said, "My first doctor, Dr. Piccare is in heaven. When I was sick this week, I thought I was going to die."

"And you weren't scared?" Angela asked.

"I was scared to hurt my mommy and daddy," Trudy explained, "But I wasn't scared to die. Heaven is a perfect place."

Three and ½ years passed. Trudy seemed to be getting better. When she was 6 and ½ her dog, Peaches died.

"I know it's hard sweetheart," Marsha said soothing her daughter, "We're all going to miss Peaches. But remember how much she was hurting?"

"I couldn't even pet her," Trudy remembered sobbing.

"Exactly," Dwight said, "And she's better now. She's in heaven."

Trudy grieved for a few weeks. Then, one day Dwight came home from work to an entirely different Trudy. She ran outside to hug him when he got home.

"Hi sweetheart," he said, picking her up, "What have you been doing today?"

"Oh," Trudy beamed, "I just wrote the goodest script about bears that have to solve moral problems. It's called Moral Bears. Wanna see?"

Dwight wordlessly took the script in his hand and read it. He was really impressed.

"What's going on," Marsha asked, coming outside.

"Our daughter is writing TV show scripts, and they are really good," Dwight answered.

"Let me see," Marsha said.

She read it over and raised an eyebrow.

"I think 'we' just found 'our' next show," she said, "Let's go to Wendy's for dinner."

"Go wash up," Dwight told Trudy, "We'll go after that"

Trudy excitedly ran into the house to wash up.

"Honey," Dwight told Marsha, "Trudy is really talented but can you really picture "Moral Bears" as a TV show?"

"Of course," Marsha said, "It would be for kids. I could even see Trudy playing Beary Good Bear because she is 'Beary good'

"Okay, okay," Dwight said; Marsha's mood being infectious, "But I'm not sure about her playing in it. She has cancer, remember."

Marsha sighed inwardly.

"How can I forget," she said.

Just then Dwight heard barking in the car.

"Why do I hear barking," he asked.

"Peaches mom gave birth to a new litter of puppies," Marsha explained, "So I got one for Trudy. She's really cute and-"

"Yeah, you're just lucky I love you so much," Dwight said laughing.

Marsha's smile lit up her eyes.

"I love you too," she said seriously.

Trudy came out.

"Honey," Marsha said, "Before we go I have a surprise for you. Go look in the car."

"I love surprises!" Trudy exclaimed.

She ran into the car.

"Oh my GOD," she exclaimed, "Peaches. Mommy– how did you bring her back to life?"

"Honey, that's Peaches' little sister," Marsha said.

"I love her," Trudy replied, "I'm gonna call her Ginger."

After getting Ginger settled into the house, Dwight, Marsha and Trudy went out for dinner at Wendy's. In the middle of dinner, the phone rang. Seeing it was Dr. Starr Marsha (feeling her heart jump into her throat) picked it up.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly.

"Marsha," Dr. Starr said, "I'm calling with good news."

Marsha's heart fluttered in relief.

"So I got the results of Trudy's latest blood work," Dr. Starr said, "It shows that she is in remission. The blasts in her blood are down to zero."

"So, she's all better? Does she still need treatment?"

"She'll need preventative treatment every six months for the next five years, but honestly, I don't see much of a chance of the leukemia coming back. The chemo is all done too."

"Thank you so much Doctor Starr," Marsha said, "I love you for this!"

"Same here," Dr. Starr said, "But listen. I have to go now. I'll talk to you soon."

"Hopefully not too soon," Marsha laughed.

Dr. Starr laughed and said goodbye.

"Well," Dwight said–his eyes twinkling, "We're excited, aren't we?"