DISCLAIMER: See Part 1
NOTES: See part 1
SUMMARY: KD and Toby deal with possibilities, Leo finds that he has to start
taking steps to stay happy and keep the women he loves happy at the same time.
"Hey." KD whispered, bringing Toby's gaze back on to her. He smiled
her nervously and squeezed her hand. "Where's my big, strong, supportable
Toby? Don't tell me he's scared of a little ultrasound, is he?" She
before kissing him gently.
"As long as you're not." Toby said matter-of-factly. She smiled as he
kissed her again.
"Toby, you're the one who's been telling me for a week now that
everything's going to be okay." She whispered. "You're my rock, Toby,
everything is going to be okay."
"I know." He whispered back. "Are you okay?" He asked after
a pause. It
had been six days since KD come home from picking up Mal from the police
station and she'd seemed somewhat distant ever since. She was still the same,
bright Katy, but there was a look in her eyes that he knew wasn't normal. She
was hurt, hurt by Mal, and there was only one person who could fix it, and it
"I don't know." She finally admitted. "No one's heard from
about a week. She's shutting herself off from the world and everyone's so
afraid of how she'll react that no one will go talk to her."
"Mallory is a grown adult." Toby tried to assure her.
"But I can still be worried. She's digging her own grave, Toby." KD
retorted. He smiled weakly and hugged her tightly. She buried her face into
his shoulder and just clutched him close.
"Listen to me." He whispered. "Right now, I just want you to
you, me, and this child. Mallory will come to her senses, and if someone has
to talk to her again, someone will. But not now, not this minute. It's just
you, me and him." He whispered as he slipped his hand on to her stomach
again. She smiled and nuzzled his neck.
"How can you be so sure it's a him?" She teased.
"I just know." Toby replied softly before kissing her tenderly.
"Mrs. Ziegler?" A female voice called out. They looked up and then
followed the nurse into a room.
"Whoever it is, go away!" Mallory slurred as she heard the knocking
her door. The knocking came again. She rolled her bloodshot eyes and moved to
the door. With a snarl she flung it open and stared in shock at the person in
front of her. "What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped. Jeri
and then made her own way into the apartment. "Who the hell said you could
come in?" Mallory asked harshly.
"No one did." Jeri exclaimed as she picked up an empty bottle of the
ground and carried it to the kitchen. Mallory huffed a little and then
stumbled to the couch. Jeri tossed the bottle into the recycling and then
moved to gather a few of the others that were lying around. She washed them
out and then put them in the bin. With a sigh, she moved out into the living
room and looked at the daughter of the man she loved.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Mallory asked. Jeri
down in one of the armchairs.
"I'm here to try and open your eyes. No one else has had much success, so
I figured you hate me enough, you might listen to me." She admitted.
"Mallory, you're throwing away a lot here, and I feel like you're wasting
on me. You're wasting it on me, on this booze, on your parents. You've broken
the hearts of the two men who love you the most and you know what? It hurts
me to see Leo the way he is. I know KD is broken-hearted too. What you're
doing here, Mallory, is hurting those around you, not just yourself. The way
things are going, you are going to kill yourself, but don't you see how wrong
that is? How selfish?" Jeri asked emphatically.
"It's none of your business what I decide to do with my life." Mallory
retorted. Jeri sighed.
"Oh, but you see, it is. You may not know how to handle it, but I'm going
out with your father, and I may very well be falling in love with him. Now,
what's going on?" She asked softly. "You're not losing anybody, but
pushing them away. Do you really think you're going to get anywhere by doing
that? By getting drunk?"
"I didn't realize you were my mother confessor." Mallory snapped
"You have to listen to someone, don't you? Mallory, the person I know,
the person who's hiding within you somewhere, is getting trapped behind a
wall of anger and alcoholism. That person is smart, funny and wonderful, and
I like her very much. I would like to get to know her better and I would hope
that she and I could be friends. But you have to make the decision. Your
father is going out of his mind in depression and Sam hasn't talked to anyone
with kind words since the day you left him."
"Why are you doing this?" Mallory asked. "I don't know you. We
nothing to each other."
"Well, maybe I mean nothing to you, but you certainly mean something to
me. You're the daughter of the man that I love, and the daughter of a man
whose heart is breaking. If you won't let them help you, if you won't talk to
them, then please, just talk to me and let it all out. Let out all the anger
and pain and hatred that you're holding on to. Cry, yell, do what you want.
Let me try and be there for you as a friend, which is what I think you
Jeri said softly. Mallory looked at the woman who was staring at her so
intensely. Searching Jeri's eyes, she saw the concern and the worry there.
"Why are you doing this?" Mallory asked, her tone much softer, much
little girlish this time.
"Because I want to." Jeri said softly. "Will you let me?"
Silence filled the room. Mallory stood up and carried her bottle to the
kitchen where she began to pour the remaining liquid down the drain.
"You want some coffee?" She called weakly. Jeri smiled and walked to
"Coffee sounds great."
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