Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Twilight unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to manipulate them into doing what I want them to do.

I know that you're probably all waiting for an update to my other stories and they're coming, I promise. I have an update for Cold Comfort, Back to Life and Change of Heart waiting in the wings for a little tune up but this little story - well, not so little - has been flitting round my head for a long time now and I've finally decided to get it written down and posted.

It's different to my other stories and is a plot done many times but mine has a bit of a twist to it. Some of you might not like it and I'm not going to urge you to read it if you don't but I'm going to ask you to give it a try. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.

Anyways, like I said, there are updates to the three mentioned earlier coming in the next couple of days. I have a few chapters of this story already written.

I hope you enjoy.

"Killian, Come on!" I yell up the stairs for the fourth time in less than fifteen minutes. "Uncle Jake's going to be here in a minute and if you're not downstairs by the time he gets here, I'll tell him you're not allowed any ice cream!"

"I'm coming!" I smirk to myself, knowing that that would have the desired effect and sure enough, moments later, I hear the clomping of my four year old's feet coming down the stairs as quickly as he could, while holding onto the railing like I'd always told him to do.

Threaten the ice cream.

Works every time.

"I ready!" He calls triumphantly and I smile down at him, picking him up and setting him on one of the stools by the kitchen island.

I quickly did up his shoe laces, putting him back on the ground so that he could put on his jacket. The right way round this time. Hopefully.

I walked through into the hallway quickly as I heard the doorbell rang and Killian practically ran to the door, waiting for me to open it as he bounced on his toes. Even though he was so excited he looked as though he could wet himself, he knew not to open the door without me there.

As I opened the door, Killian beat me to the large man on the other side with one of his ear splitting screams as he launched himself to him. I swear, he was going to burst an eardrum one of these days. Thankfully, Jake was used to this and was waiting for the thirty pound bundle with open arms.

Sometimes, I wondered who was older mentally.

Thinking about it, it was Killian. Definitely Killian.

"Hey, man." He grinned, flipping my son upside down, his giggles making him grin even more. I turned my head as Killian hung there and I couldn't help but laugh. When he started to go red I signalled for Jake to turn him up the right way round, which he did, placing him back on the ground.

"Hey, Jake." I looked down at Killian, who was looking between the two of us expectantly. "You ready to go?" I asked and he nodded, running to get his backpack.

"How're you doing, man?" He asked, stepping inside the door, watching me closely.

I took a deep breath, biting my lip. "I'll be okay." I sighed, watching for Killian. Thankfully, being the age he was, stealth wasn't one of his strong suits. "It's something I need to do."

"Anya's going with you, right?" He asked and I nodded, knowing that I wouldn't be able to do this on my own. "Alright. Well, call if you need anything, got it?" He pointed a finger at me, which I guessed was supposed to be intimidating but because it was Jake, despite his size, it really wasn't.

"Got it." I chuckled as Killian ran back in with his backpack, dropping it unceremoniously on my foot.

But hey, he's four. When does he ever do anything with any kind of grace?

"Ready to go, champ?" Jake asked and he looked up at me, holding his arms out, wanting a hug. Apparently, now that it actually came down to it, I wasn't the only one not wanting to be apart.

I quickly bent down, crouching on my knees, wrapping my arms around him, clutching his tiny body to my own as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Love you, Daddy." He said softly as he buried his head in my neck and I felt my heart breaking a little, hating to leave him, even if it was for only one night.

"Love you, Peanut." I whispered, squeezing him tightly until he giggled. "Now," I blinked quickly, trying to get rid of the tears that were building, not wanting him to see that him leaving upset me so much. "Be good for Jake and Leah, okay?"

He nodded, looking up at Jake, who grinned down at him. He picked up Killian's backpack and held out his hand for him.

"And you, limit the sugar. Don't think I haven't forgotten when I left him with you for the afternoon the sitter was sick." I warned and Jake laughed, throwing his head back. I didn't find it finny, especially at the time. When I'd picked him up from Jake's that afternoon after work, the little boy that I'd picked up was jittery and shaky, not sitting still and it took me forever to get him to settle down. He was two hours late for bedtime that night and incredibly cranky at daycare the next day.

I still hadn't forgiven Jake for that little stunt.

Thank God for Leah. She would control the sugar intake tonight.

I watched as the two of them walked to Jake's car and smiled to myself as Killian scrambled to climb into the backseat, clearly not happy that he wasn't allowed up front. Even though Jake usually gave in to whatever my son wanted, safety in the car was one thing he wouldn't ease up on. Killian knew the rules. Didn't mean he didn't try to push them, though. He waved at me as Jake closed the car door and I waved back, crushing down the urge to run to the car and pull him out, stating that I'd changed my mind and wasn't going to Washington after all.

I watched them pull out, waving at Killian the whole time before they left my sight. I took a deep breath, relieved when the dark blue Mercedes pulled in almost immediately afterwards.

She climbed out of the car, looking as stunning as ever. Anya Walker didn't do casual. Even when she did, she looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine. Even in sweats after a workout, she looked stunning.

Long auburn hair that fell to her waist, pale skin and glittering green eyes. Many said that we looked like we could be brother and sister because we were so similar in looks.

We're not.

We checked.

"Hey, Rogers." She grinned as walked up the porch. "Monkey just gone?" She asked, glancing in the direction Jake's car had just driven off in and I nodded. "Aw, honey." She linked an arm through mine, pulling me into the house. "It'll be okay. It's just one night and he's with Jake and Leah. Other than a little sugar overdose – and with Leah around, you know that'll probably not happen – he'll be fine. You can call them when we land to check in and before bed if you need to. Tomorrow night, he be back in your arms, okay?"

Her words were soft and she knew that I knew she was right. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy to turn the feelings off. I guess what they said about separation anxiety was true. I hadn't spent a night away from him since he was born and I was dreading it now.

"You ready to go?" She asked, standing by the door and I nodded, slipping on my jacket and grabbing my overnight bag, phone, wallet and keys, locking the door behind me as she walked over to the car.

I let out a breath, following her, knowing that I had to do this I was ever going to properly put it all into the past behind me and focus on my future with my son. It didn't help that all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and forget about the whole thing.

"You sure about this?" She asked, looking over at me before she pulled her visor down, blocking out the San Franciscan sun.

"Absolutely." I looked over towards her and she smiled, turning on the ignition before peeling out of the driveway. Sometimes, I swear she thinks she's a boy racer or something.

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Being back in Seattle wasn't as hard as I'd thought it was going to be. But then again, it wasn't the city that had hurt me. It was the people inside the city. It was the people here that had broken my heart, turned their backs on me when I needed them the most.

And I didn't even know why.

"Come on, let's get some lunch. I'm starving." Anya demanded, grabbing my arm as she carried her bag in the other, practically dragging me behind her to pick up a rental for while we were here. Well, I say dragging but we both knew that if I didn't want to move, she wasn't going to get me to. I knew that the rental was a must though.

Girl had a thing about public transport.

Can't say I blame her to be honest.

After a quick argument with her about who was going to drive – which I won, thank you very much. Being tall has its advantages – we made our w ay to a small out of the way diner.

"So what are you more scare about over there?" She asked as she started to tuck into her food. Or devour, should I say. Another thing I loved about Anya. She didn't care about things like calorie content and shit like that. She wasn't one of these girls that survived on nothing but lettuce and carrots to stay thin. She had curves and she loved them. So did her husband. Something I'd heard too much about thank you very much.

"Huh?"

"You're afraid." Duh! "And I don't think it's because of tomorrow. Yeah, watching the guy that tried to kill you die has to be nerve wracking but I don't think that's why you're so shaken up, Rogers." She studied me for a moment and I stared straight back knowing that if I let her, she'd snap me in half.

Metaphorically, of course.

She's not big enough to do it literally.

"You're afraid you're going to run into him, aren't you?" She whispered, taking a bite out of her burger as I placed mine down on the plate in front of me.

"I know that I shouldn't be," I sighed, folding my arms in front of me. "I mean, he moved. He disappeared. It's not like he'd come back."

"It's been five years." She pointed out, shrugging and I glared up at her. "What? It has. There's enough reason to believe that he would come back to think that he would stay away."

"You're not helping." I mutter picking up my burger and taking a bite.

"Trying to be realistic sweetie." She smiled and I rolled my eyes, hating that she was right.

"Don't like realism." I muttered again and she laughed, shaking her head. "Can we talk about something else, please?" I plead with her and she nodded with a small smile on her face.

"Actually, I do have something I need to ask you."

"Shoot!"

"What do you think of the name Damien?" She asked and I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about. "I'm serious. I like it. What do you think?"

"What are you-" I could stop the grin that spread across my face as realisation hit me. "Oh my God. Are you?" She nodded and I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my God!"

"You said that already." She smirked and I rolled my eyes, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

"When did you find out?" I asked and she bit her lip, indicating that she'd known for a little while. "When?"

"You know I was feeling crappy a couple of weeks ago and we all assumed it was that fly bug that was going around?" I nodded, remembering that she had not looked her best for those few days. Even then she was a stubborn bitch about going to see the doctor. It had taken both me and her husband, Masen dragging her out of the house to get her to go. Even then, the only thing that convinced her to go was the pleading look on my son's face, telling her that he didn't want to be sick anymore. "Well, they took some blood," which she complained about, "and I got the results about a week or so later. I had a scan two days ago to confirm."

"Wait, I saw you yesterday! How the hell did you manage to keep your mouth shut?"

She looked at me, trying to appear slightly offended, which I didn't believe for a second. "Because I knew that being here would be hard for you and I wanted to give you something good to think about while you were here." I had to admit, I liked her reasoning.

And it had worked.

It had taken my mind off of all the crap that could happen while I was in Seattle. None of it was pretty to think about.

As a matter of fact, it made me want to rip my heart out of my chest just so that it wouldn't hurt anymore.

"I'm sure your family is still here." She said softly and I shook my head, not entertaining the thoughts that I knew were running through her head.

"No." She raised an eyebrow and I quirked one right back. "They're the ones who followed him in walking out on me and I don't even know why. I don't know why he left or why they decided to follow him but if they wanted to get in contact with me, they could have done. My number and email are exactly the same as they were five years ago. On the other hand, all theirs have changed and they've disappeared as well." I ran my hands through my hair, still not understanding what exactly happened five years ago to make them abandon me when I needed them the most. "And besides, I have to put Killian first. I don't know what could happen if they turned up again but it's too much of a risk to find out." She nodded, getting my reasoning. She loved my son like he was her own and she would do anything to protect him. "Anyway, how did Masen take it?" I asked and she bit her lip again. "You have told him, haven't you?"

"Not yet." She sighed, rolling her eyes at me. "You're one to talk." She instantly paled at her own words, looking like she might throw up. Which was actually a distinct possibility. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I know. It's fine." I waved her off, knowing that I've made mistakes all of my own. "So how come you haven't told him yet?"

"I didn't want to jump the gun and have it be nothing after all after the tests results came back and I had the scan two days ago while he's been out of town. It's not really something you can tell someone over the phone, is it?"

She had a point.

We sat and talked for a while longer about the baby and how we reckoned Masen was going to react. She thought that he was going to squeal like a little girl and I thought he was going to do a Ross and go completely dumb. Then we realised that it would probably be a combination of the both. That kept us occupied for a while.

Checking into the hotel had been a bit of an experience. Apparently, the baby didn't like Mommy having burgers because Anya had begun to feel nauseous. Something the girl behind the counter apparently didn't seem to understand. She seemed to be going as slowly as possible checking us in until Anya leaned over and told her that if she didn't give her the room keys now then she would be barfing all over the girls' computer.

Her words, not mine.

Needless to say, the girl sped up a bit after that, practically throwing the key cards at Anya before telling us to enjoy our stay.

Anya practically ran to the elevators, pushing the call button over and over again as though it would speed the machine up.

I laughed as threw herself into the elevator, glaring at me as I strolled in with my bag. She didn't say anything I knew that it was because she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she really would throw up.

Been there, done that. Had to throw out the puke covered t-shirt.

I barely had time to register that the elevator doors were opening before she was scurrying down the hallway and forcing the key card into the door. I heard the thud of her bag being dropped and the bathroom door slammed as I walked through the main door.

I laughed as I closed the door, grabbing her bag and taking it over to one of the beds. I know she didn't like sleeping next to the door, so I put my stuff on that bed. I swear that girl had watched too many horror films.

I heard her moan as she walked back into the bedroom, her hair now in a low ponytail. It was amazing how she'd managed to do that shit.

"Feel better?" I asked in an annoyingly cheerful tone, knowing that she didn't.

"Shut up." She moaned, sticking her finger up at me. "And no." She flopped down on her bed, resting her arm over her eyes. "How long does this crappy feeling last?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On you. Your body. Every pregnancy is different. Some don't get sick at all and the some are sick the whole way through." Apparently, my answer wasn't the right one. At least, judging by the groan that escaped her.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around in the hotel room. Neither of us really wanted to do anything other than watch TV and call room service.

So that's exactly what we did.

"I think it might stay down this time." She grinned at me and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Don't say that. You'll jinx it." I reminded her and she glared at me. Jeez, what was with her? Yeah, hormones, I get that but she didn't have to be so mean, did she?

Probably.

We ended up watching Muriel's Wedding – she threatened me if she didn't get to watch it – and I fell asleep around twenty minutes in, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting me.

Waking up the next morning, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and I knew it had nothing to do with the food from last night.

Anya's might have had a little something to do with it.

In three hours' time, the man that had tried to end my life and taken so many before then was going to die.

And I didn't feel a thing.

I had thought that I might have felt something with regards to that man. Some kind of . . . something. But there wasn't anything. I couldn't bring myself to feel anything when it came to him.

Two hours later we were on our way to Washington State Penitentiary and getting checked in. We had to be searched and leave our belongings in a special locker room. The only thing we were allowed to take in were the keys to the lockers.

"You sure about this?" Anya asked one final time before we went into the viewing area and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

We walked into the small room and all eyes turned to us. I felt my face heat up, not wanting the attention. These were the loved ones of the boys that this man had brutally murdered. And I was the only survivor. They were probably wondering what was so special about me to have gotten away from him.

I felt Anya's hand on my arm and I looked down at her. She smiled up at me and I remembered why I had been alright. It was her and her husband that had gotten me through that when my family should have been there for me.

If it hadn't been for the two of them, I would be number nine on his list and who knew how many more would have followed.

Watching the man that had attacked me didn't hold any appeal for me. It was the fact that he could see me standing there, the one that had made it out and caused him to be where he was, facing what he was. It was the knowing that I was the last thing he was going to see was what made it worth it.

. . . . . . . . . .

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'm late." I said into the phone trying to stop Anya from screeching at me. Well, threatening to rip my balls off was more like it. Masen was coming back into town tomorrow and she was panicking about how to tell him about the baby. She was considering getting Killian to do it for her and I told her that she would not be using my four year old as her way of telling her husband that she was pregnant.

I tapped my foot, waiting for my order to be called as I waited for her to stop ranting at me. Finally, my number was called and I grabbed my coffee, turning to the door and walking straight into someone that was walking towards me.

"Shit!" I hissed, dropping the cup as the scalding liquid poured on my hand. I shook my hand, trying to get as much of the hot coffee off as possible.

"Oh crap, are you okay?" I froze as I heard the dulcet tones that I'd come to love for such a long time. I looked up, seeing the cerulean blue eyes that had haunted me for the last four years. I felt my throat practically seize up as I saw him.

"Jasper."

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Chapter 2 coming up.

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