My body aches. That's the first thing I realize as I come back to the world. That, and the fact that I'm freezing cold. I open my eyes then shut them against the bright light that shines back. My entire being seems to still as I try to remember where I am, what happened to put me here. And for the life of me, I can't remember. My mind is completely blank. Why can't I remember?
Oh God! Am I still at the compound? Are they running more tests? No... I realize very quickly that 'that' is not so. They wouldn't have bothered to put clothes on me and wouldn't have cared about my comfort. I am very comfortable, clothed in cotton, covered by a nice fluffy comforter, if not helping in the warmth aspect, it is still nice. None of those doctors or any of the FBI could care the least about my comfort or any other aliens for that matter. What they cared about was getting their samples, keeping their 'hostages' alive long enough to do their stupid experiements.
Kyra! My eyes open again and this time I care little about my stinging eyes. It takes me a few minutes but I can finally see, and see I do. I'm in my own room, in my own bed, my own clothes, my own everything. And then all the memories come running back. It almost hurts, remembering everything. And I do remember everything. Every needle stuck in my skin, every test run, every moment of weakness after they took my daughter, every life I took to protect her, and what hurts the most is the fact I had been ready to die, ready to give up. But I would do it all over again, just to know my daughter is safe and sound. And if I'm in my home, that means that she is safe and sound, and here. I'll have her in my arms soon.
My thoughts stop dead on as I slowly stand, a little wobbly, which surprises me because Max had to have healed me for me to be even breathing at the moment. But I stand anyways and head out the door on my jelly-ish legs. I can clearly hear someone humming a lullaby and my heart thumps loudly in my chest as I realize whoever that is must have my daughter. My precious daughter. I've lost so much time with her. Every little second away from her, every minute and hour, everyday that I had been laid up in my bed, just wishing for her back. It was all leading up to this moment.
"My baby." I say quietly, my words nothing more than a harsh whisper. My throat hurts so bad, like I haven't spoken in years, or like I've just spent the last few hours screaming non-stop. But I'm almost sure that is not possible. Maybe it has been just that though, hours since our storm on that warehouse. Hours since we had killed humans and skins and our own kind to get our baby back.
I stop in the entrance to the den watching as Michael continues to hum to our child. They both look so charming and peaceful, Michael holding Kyra in his arms and rocking her in the chair. So peaceful. I close my house for a second, not wanting to intrude and just memorizing this. I wish I had a camera. What would my mother be saying right now? Oh yes, this is definately a Kodac moment.
"Maria!" I jump at the loud voice and instantly begin to form a fireball in my hand, ready for action and anyone who dares to come between me and my family again. I quickly realize though, that it is merely my brother, having come up behind me and will the fireball away, surprised that this time, it actually vanishes back into my palm. I look at Kyle for a second before turning my eyes back to my love and our child. Wow, this is the weirdest time to realize you love someone. But I do. I love Michael.
I love him for helping me get through our time in that compound, almost the same way I love Isabel for being my confident and letting me cry on her shoulder in our roughest times there. I love him for his part in my pregnancy, for his little men that gave us Kyra, even if it was against our will. I think I love him most for putting his life on the line to save Kyra. I love them all for that. For getting Kyra back.
We may have had problems, and still do, But I love him. I think I love him more then every right now. The picture of innocence, starring at me with surprise while our child stares up at me calmly.
"You're awake." Michael states the obvious and close my eyes once again and smile. For a second I had forgotten what his voice sounded like. My eyes shoot open as Kyra starts to cry. I quickly forget my weakened state and walk forward, tears beginning to form in my eyes as I reach out and for the first time in what seems like years, I take my baby into my arms.
I cry quietly, tears of joy as Michael stands and lets me take his spot in the rocking chair. I look up at him and don't have to say anything to know that he is as much grateful as I am to have her back. He squeezes my shoulder before nodding his head at Kyle and they both leave me in peace with my daughter.
"Hi Kyra. I don't know how well you remember." I whisper quietly, watching as her tiny eyes blink up at my sleepily. "But I'm your mommy, and your going to love me, I promise. Your daddy and I will always keep you safe, nothing will ever come between us again. Nothing." Her eyes close and I feel the familiar spark of our connection spur to life. I close my eyes too, starting to rock and hum the same tune Michael had been humming just moments before. She believes me. And that's all that matters.
"Are you going to tell her?" Kyle asks, fear and concern lace his face as he glances towards the room where his sister now rests with his niece.
"I don't know. Max thinks it would only make matters worse. We don't know if it'll happen again. It could have been a one time thing. She might never remember." Michael shook his head, closing his eyes and running a hand over his face. Times like these were difficult. "I don't think we can all just tip-toe around this, one of us will slip... and then she'd know and be furious, or maybe even slip back into... *her*."
Kyle sighed, but nodded. He was new to all this alien business where things were dangerous. He wished he could go back to a time when the only danger they had was being grounded by mom because they had 'set fire' to something in the house. Atleast then, he could protect Maria and she actually knew it and loved him for it. "We're gonna have to figure it all out and soon." He picked up the phone, dialing the familiar number of his fathers office, wanting to let everyone know about Maria being awake. "She was out of it for two weeks. Correction, she's had a murdering bitch possessing her for two fucking weeks. We're going to have to do something."
Kyle turned from Michael then as his father finally picked up and for the first time in a while, he had a good surprise for him. "Guess what Dad!? Maria's back."
* The End *