This is an AU OOC collab between silencekeeper028 , cutelittlelumpofwool82, and boys3allc.

Everything in the universe is a balancing act. Without good there is no evil. With no light there can be no darkness. There are two forces in the universe, yin is the passive, negative force, and yang the active, positive force. Wise people will detect these forces in the seasons, in their food, and so on, and will regulate their lives accordingly. Sometimes the universe needs balance so badly it does something drastic. Sometimes out if tragedy great things are born.

Daniel was seated in the first class area of the plane. Today he was heading back home to Wales. Having attended a conference in Scotland for what was supposed to just be a weekend. However he stayed behind almost another week. Taking some time off work. Enjoying losing himself in the lush Scottish countryside. Daniel needed some time to clear his head. His colleagues at the surgery department were more than understanding. Only a year ago lost his wife to a car accident. They were happy he was acting like a human again. Waking up from the stupor he had been stumbling around in. Daniel had felt responsible for her death. He should have been the one to drive her home that night. Slowly he was coming to terms with it. There was nothing he could have done. It was just an unfortunate result of an irresponsible driver.

"Would you like anything else, sir?" The flight attendant asks after handing Daniel his glass of scotch. Snapping him out if the reverie he had been lost in.

"That'll be all, thank you," He responds politely, giving his drink a little sniff before taking a sip of it.

The flight attendant was very pretty. He thought maybe she had even been a little flirty with him. He wouldn't know and it wouldn't matter if she was. Ever since that day, he has been distant to everyone. His normal jovial self is nowhere to be found. Even after a year of the incident he felt like a little piece of him was gone, He worked, he went home; that's how he's been handling his day-to-day life. Friends, family and even some acquaintances tried to lure him out of the habit, but to no avail. Daniel took out a book from his carrier bag and started reading it when the plane shook. The fasten-seatbelt sign came on following an announcement from the pilot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you."

All of the passengers obliged returning to their seats and buckling up. Daniel had been seated so he had not bothered with the seatbelt yet. Before he could fasten his, the plane gave a violent shake which nearly threw him out of his seat. He popped up in his seat and took a weary look around the rest of the cabin. Daniel saw most of the passengers with worried looks that he can imagine must be on his face too. Daniel sits back down and wipes his forehead nervously.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong with the plane?" He asks one flight attendant who seem to be in a hurry.

"I don't believe so, sir. But for your safety, please remain seated and make sure your seatbelt is fastened," She tells him, gesturing at his safety belt that wasn't locked yet.

"Alright. I'm sorry," He apologizes and securing the lock.

The following scenes were like out of the movies. The lights around the cabin were blinking furiously and the plane seems to be losing control. It felt like a strong gust of the wind was making it sway violently. They heard the pilot try to announce something over the radio but the sound just came out garbled. Panic erupted inside the plane. In the midst of the chaos inside the plane, Daniel heard crying. It was that of baby that he figured the child was sensing the fear around them.

He didn't know how the sound of the cry was standing out amongst the screams and the engine's grumble. People running around, loud outbursts of people saying "we're going to die" was nothing but a blurry and faint scene in Daniel's ears and eyes. He wanted to find the source of the heartbreaking sound. So much so that he unlocked his seatbelt and started walking down the plane's aisle. Seeking the source of the sound.

The plane began it's descent. The acceleration knocked David off his feet and sent him rolling down the slant aisle of the plane. His head hit one of the base of the seats and he was slowly pulled under unconsciousness with the infant's crying still ringing in his ear.

Daniel had abandoned his faith in any god when his wife passed away. So when he opened his eyes to the darkness surrounding him, he thought he was dead. Was happy he might be dead that he could join his wife and they could be together again. Only slowly he realized he wasn't dead. A sticky liquid trickled down his forehead and he felt it with his fingers. It must be much later. Time has passed since he fell and hit his head, he wonders how much though.

The darkness around him was too much. All he can see is a few embers of light coming from fire that was almost out. Daniel tried to think about what happened. He is amazed when he realized just how much he remembers. He figures he didn't suffer from any memory loss. He tried to move and felt a pain down the left side of the body. Broken rib, probably. He assessed how he was feeling and when he was sure that nothing else was broken, he tried to sit up and scan his surroundings. Parts of the plane, bodies, dead or alive, he wasn't sure. It wasn't an image he wanted stored in his memory, but his head was a chaos to care too much, full of questions and no answer, with how he was alive, taking center stage.

He turned his head to the left and his eyes immediately caught a strange glow coming from just about ten meters away. More than curious, he was somewhat hypnotized by the light. He stood and tested if he could walk okay. With tentative steps, he made his way to the source of the light. There were two things he noticed once he was closer: one, there was a woman who looked unconscious and two, she seem to be hugging the source.

A few steps away from the strange sight, Daniel leaned down a little to see if he could find out what was glowing inside the tattered cloth that the woman was holding. What he saw left him in awe and automatically made him move closer to it. He bent down and kneeled next to the woman and what she was holding.

Inside what seem to be a blanket, was the most beautiful baby he has ever laid eyes on. The strange light that was surrounding the infant did not bother him when it should have. He reached down and checked the woman whose arm was slung over the baby's body. She was alive. Daniel removed her arm from around the baby and made the woman lay on her back. He looked at the child, wrapped in dark cloth that was in total contrast of the light that was emanating off it and the island that they were on. He lifted the baby, not daring to remove it from the cloth, and her glow slowly diminished. It was as if the child was a lamp and someone just adjusted the brightness. Suddenly all the pain he had been feeling for the past year was gone. The only thing that mattered anymore was this baby in his arms. He knew with certainty he would do anything for her. That he would give his life for this precious creature in his arms.

The infant in his arms wiggled a little and slowly opened it's eyes. Like everything else about this beautiful child, a pair of the most captivating green eyes gazed at him. The baby looked like it was studying him, blinking at him with an innocent look only babies have. The infant yawned and blinked it's eyes a few more times before the baby started moving her arms. When the baby made a gesture that looked like she was reaching up to touch his face, Daniel lowered his head so he could feel the tiny hand. As the hand moves closer to his face, he noticed a crescent-shaped mark on the inside of the baby's arm. It was glowing and he wondered why, but the minute the hand connected with his face, a burst of white light went off with so much force that it knocked him out. With a gentle thud against the sand, Daniel fell backwards with the baby in his arms, once again closing it's eyes.

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"Reports say that thirty people has been pronounced dead by the authorities. Investigation is still ongoing as to what might have gone wrong with flight 4B7 and why the airport didn't detect any problems prior to their scheduled fli-" The sound of the news casters voice was cut off when George turns the TV off.

"Why'd you turn the TV off, George? I was watching the news." Mary complains to her husband.

"We don't need that kind of show. That's probably just another terrorist work. Ain't nothing new about planes crashing," He grumbles.

"Why on earth would you say that without showing any concern? People died, George!" Mary chastises.

"I know. But don't you remember what the doctor said?" George reminds.

"Stay away from anything that might upset me or cause any foul mood," She starts, and their son came in the room with a coloring book dangling from his little hand.

"Momma look!" He shrieks, raising the book close to her face to show his handiwork.

"My word, this is pretty, junior," She beams at the toddler and he launches himself at her.

"Whoa now, be careful! You might hurt your sister and brother!" She warns him, pushing him back a little, wrapping her one arm around his shoulders instead.

Mary was due to give birth to twins in a month. It runs in George's family, but this was the first time someone in their clan was having a boy and a girl twin. Her big stomach grew so much, she couldn't even wear sweatpants because it made her feel uncomfortable. So she had been walking around the last two months in flowing caftans.

George picks him up and swings him around, making the toddler squeal. The sight made Mary's heart swell. Her second pregnancy has been difficult and she had to stay at home almost every day because she was ordered to lessen physical activities, causing her to take a long break from work.

"Careful now, you'll get our son dizzy. He just had lunch, you wouldn't want him throwing up on you," She tells him and he sets George Jr. down.

"Okay little man, go finish that book," He orders him and the boy ran back to his room.

"So are you on your way to Edward's?" Mary asks rubbing her stomach.

"Yeah. He got that wood chipper yesterday and wanted me to check if there's no problem with it," George says, putting on his boots.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Well he got it at a low price, he's probably wondering if he was hustled," he answers, getting up and kissing the top of her head.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," She agrees.

"I'll be home before dinner. Don't stress yourself, alright? Go watch cooking shows if you want TV," He pleads.

"Fine. I will," She answers.

Before George could cross the threshold, Mary yelped and he immediately turned around.

"Are you okay?" He asks in panic, dashing to her side.

She made another cry of pain and the grimace on her face was enough to tell him it wasn't one of those usual contractions she feels. She gasps sharply and then looked down. George followed her line of sight and was terrified to see blood.

"Dear lord, hang on, I'll get the truck ready!" He says, handing her the phone on his way out. "Call Constance," He orders.

Thirty minutes later, Mary was already on a gurney and nurses were rushing her to the operating room. They didn't allow George to come with the operating team inside. He was devastated. He was clutching his head and pulling at his hair every once in awhile. He was scared for his wife and children. The doctor had warned them about premature labor. They followed everything that the doctor told them to prevent this from happening so he was confused as to why it still did. Now he's in a hall at Lawrence Memorial Hospital, pacing back and forth, feeling helpless.

"It's like what I warned you about, the placenta got separated earlier than it should have. The twins needs to be delivered as soon as possible to prevent them from suffocating," The doctor's words kept playing in his head.

Fear of losing his kids or his wife being in danger was gnawing at him. He was getting more and more anxious by the hour. He was trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of what was happening inside, knowing that the glass of the door will not allow him to. He finally settled down in one of the plastic seats by the door. Not long after he sat down, the doctor, followed by one nurse, came out of the room. In a flash, he was standing in front of the surgeon, demanding information.

"How is she? How are the kids? Please tell me they're okay?" He rushes out looking between the two. Dr. Carlton and the nurse exchanged worried looks and that only made George's fear grow.

"Well come on! Tell me!" He bellows, startling the nurse. Dr. Carlton nodded at her and she walked away from then, carrying the clipboard that the doctor was holding. George followed her with confused eyes and then looked back to the man in front of him.

"Mr. Cooper, I will be straight with you. There is a good news, but at the same time, there's an unpleasant news. Which one would you like to hear first?" Dr. Carlton asks.

"How's my wife?" George demands.

"She's well. Luckily, there wasn't any serious damage in her uterus. She wasn't due for another month but her placenta was never in a good condition as I have mentioned before, which caused the bleeding." Dr. Carlton tells him.

"And the kids?" George asks, almost inaudibly, not ready for what the doctor has to say.

"Your daughter lives, but sadly, we couldn't do anything for the boy. I am so sorry for the loss, Mr. Cooper." He places a hand on George's shoulder.

As if on cue, another nurse went out the room, pushing a table where the body of the baby was covered with white cloth. Dr. Carlton motioned for the nurse to halt and automatically, George walked towards the table. He slowly lifted the cover and the sight felt like someone kicked him in the gut and drenched him in cold water. It was a heartbreaking image. His son was so small, so fragile. His angelic face shows no sign of struggle or pain. He was angelic. And that broke George's heart into a million pieces.

"Hey little guy..." He whispers, holding one of his little hands, "I'm your papa. You don't know how much seeing you like this hurts," he continues, tears falling finally falling down. He felt the loss of his son like a punch in the gut. He knew he still had the girl but if he was being honest it was another boy he had been looking forward too. Dr. Carlton and the nurse felt like they were intruding in the moment so they moved aside allowed him to talk to his son for a few more minutes.

"It's a shame you won't meet your brother and sister. And your momma... she will be heartbroken," Upon remembering he turned back to the doctor with a questioning look.

"She doesn't know. We had to put her under because of the pain. She will be out for at least a couple more hours," He warns.

George just nodded and turned his attention to his son. He studied his face and his tiny body. He looked more like Mary, than him. When he couldn't take it any longer he said his final words to his son and kissed it's forehead. He moved away from the table and forced himself to look elsewhere. He knew he needed to control himself. If he spent one more minute, he might not have the strength to let him go. Right now, he still had his wife, daughter and older son to worry about. Suddenly he heard a large boom like an explosion he turns fully around to the door to see what it was. Then back to baby on the table to say one last goodbye. When he notices the blanket moving. The tiny angelic baby who had been blue and still was now pink and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"It's a miracle!" George whoops scooping the baby up.

The doctor tried to tell him what happened but realized George was having a hard time paying attention to him. He was too excited by god working one of his great miracles in front if his eyes. Without listening to the doctor he rushes out of the room with the baby in his arms. When he made a turn to head to the nursery, Constance, Mary's mother caught sight of him and called him. He turned and something in his face must have told her something grave happened because the next thing she did was hug him tightly.

"Oh George," she coos. Then she realizes the baby in the blanket he is holding. She had just gone to look at Missy. "George they told me…"

"I know it. They told me too. I saw him Constance this baby was gone. Then he… Wasn't! It is a miracle Meemaw," He says proudly looking at the boy in his arms.

Together, they made their way to the nursery while he tells her what happened. Constance took out her handkerchief to wipe her own tears. They didn't need to wait long to see his daughter. Even through the glass panel, he can see just how beautiful she was.

"How are you going to tell her?" Constance asks worriedly.

"Just... With honesty. I'll be here for her. I just hope she doesn't fall back into depression. It will kill her to know how close we were to losing him," George sighs.

"Is Mary in her room already?" She asks.

"Yes. Room 204," He replies.

"I will check in on her first," She tells him and made her way down the hall when after he nods.

The attending nurse inside was taking care of some items and George tried to get her attention by tapping on the glass. She looks up and smiles at him. She started walking towards the door and he thought she was going to let him in. Instead she takes the baby from his hands and places him in a bassinet.

"The doctor told me about this little miracle. We will need to keep him in the nursery for observation, I hope you understand. I just need to take these to the nurse's station. I'll be back and then I could give you a few minutes with your daughter, okay?" She says, still smiling at him.

All George could do was nod at her. When the nurse didn't return after ten minutes, he decided to go upstairs and see if Mary was already awake. If she was, he knows she would be looking for the twins and he doubts that Constance will be able to keep it secret for long if he wasn't there.

Just as he was about to set his foot on the landing, a loud explosion sounded from the left wing of the building. Fear crept up his spine. No one had even seemed to notice the first explosion he thought maybe it had been in his mind. This one was different the hospital was in a panic. He didn't think twice and made a run for the nursery together with a few other people who undoubtedly wanted to see if they could find out what happened too.

The smoke was starting to fill the halls and everyone was having a hard time seeing clearly, but George fought his way to the room where his daughter and son were. The fire alarm was ringing and the sprinklers from the ceiling was drenching everything and everyone. A series of explosions followed just a few minutes after the first one and George became more aggressive to get to his children, pushing people as he makes his way to the room. Other parents and a few hospital staff were already taking the newborn babies out the room and George saw his daughter's bassinet had been pushed to the far corner of the room. Anger filled his head and he rudely shoved people aside in his haste to get his daughter. When he finally had his little girl in his arms, he turned around so he could get out of the room but another explosion made him lose his balance and slip. He landed on his buttocks and had a tight, protective grip around his daughter. Where was his son? He couldn't remember which bassinet the nurse had put him in.

When he opened his eyes, he was frozen. Flames were going up around them and the door was blocked. Other than the window panel in front, there was no other access to the outside of the room. He was starting to panic. Debris was falling around them and he was trying to cover his daughter as much as possible. A strong gust of wind crossed the room that made him duck down. When he tried to get up to see where it came from, he something strange. Most of the room already caught fire, a small pathway was formed that leads to the center of the room. He walked towards it and saw something moving in a bundle of white blanket, much like what's covering his daughter. He dared to move closer and was shocked when he realized what it was.

"What the...?" He lets out, dashing to the baby on the floor. It was his boy and other than the fabric that he was partially covered in, he wasn't wearing any baby clothes. George picks him up.

The moment both babies were secured in his arms, he looked around to find a way out. He stepped forward and noticed that the flames disappeared when his foot stepped on a part of the floor that was on fire. He took another step, and another until he realized he was already out of the nursery. It was as if his steps was absorbing the fire. He was both amazed and puzzled. He looked at the boy in his arms and saw that he was awake.

He saw a pair of blue eyes staring at him with a strange expression. Not something a baby would have. The boy held one arm out of his covers and George noticed a mark on his forearm. Aside from the light coming from the flames that seem to disappear and reappear when they've passed it, there was no other source of light. Even with little light coming from the sparks around them, he could tell that the child had very pale skin, which made the dark mark stand out. George does not remember the mark from before. Come to think of it this baby looked a lot different from the still baby he saw before that had looked so much like his wife. The babies serious expression sends a chill through him.

It was only when he felt a light breeze on his cheek that George realized they were already outside the hospital. Mary and Constance rushed to them as paramedics started leading him and the babies to one of the ambulance outside.

"Oh my heart, my babies!" Mary yells as she takes both babies from him. After all this tragedy George decides not to tell Mary about how they almost lost their son.

"George I was so scared! When we couldn't find you, I thought you and the kids were... Oh my God. Thanks heavens ya'll are okay!" Mary bursts out.

George looked at Constance one more time and then down at the baby boy in Mary's arm. He seems to have fallen back to sleep.

"Yes, we're alright. We'll be alright," Was all that George could say.