6 Months Later

"Move it or lose it," Lucy-Jane shouted. "And for the love of god learn how to steer Jonas!" she yelled at her partner who manned the stretcher. Lucy-Jane was on it, straddling an unconscious patient, her hand over a wound causing pressure to stop the bleeding.

"If you didn't weigh the same as an elephant this would be easier to push," Jonas snapped at her as he pulled to one side, causing the mobile stretcher to turn a 180 and stop close to their ambulance.

"You should be so glad my hands are occupied or I would sock you," Lucy-Jane told him as he pulled the doors of their bus open. He pulled her and the stretcher into the ambulance where she got off the guy and started locking them in place. Which was really hard to do with one hand on his wound.

Jonas got into the ambulance and started the car, lighting up the night sky in red and white and the obnoxious sound of the siren. "How's he doing?" Jonas asked, sliding the door between him and his partner open.

"Pressure is dangerously down. I can't get a drip started. Every time I move my hands he starts to bleed out and you're driving like a maniac so that I can't do it one-handed."

"As long as you don't put your finger in it to plug the hole again," Jonas warned as he made a quick turn. The force slammed her forward into the railing, to which she let out a loud string of expletives as Jonas shouted an apology. "You kiss your husband with that mouth?" he laughed as he pulled another quick turn into the hospital emergency receiving area. He didn't hear her response as he jumped out of the ambulance and started yelling out statistics to the receiving doctors and staff. Lucy-Jane got over the man once more as they pulled the stretcher out pushed her towards a room where the handoff would take place.

"Don't tell me you plugged a hole again with your finger," one of the emergency nurses sighed, remembering the last time.

"Not today. Just applying pressure with my whole body," Lucy-Jane managed a half-grin as she got off of the guy and traded places with the nurse. "Save the guy will you? I got tossed around the bus for him," she shouted to the team as she stepped out of their territory.

"Got a minute?" a very familiar voice asked behind her and Lucy-Jane looked around for her work-partner before turning to her life-partner.

"Just for you," she replied as she and Milo shared a quick kiss. He'd been on call for the past eighteen hours and she was in the middle of a double. Her eyes went to the lapel of his white coat, where a black band with a single rose gold strip around it was safety pinned. "Just got out of surgery?" she asked him.

"Heading into one actually," Milo told her. "Have you given any thought to the list of names I left on the table."

"You mean the one I haven't gotten home to see?" Lucy-Jane asked. "I'll give it a look over once I get off. But while I have you here, do me a favor and unwrap my hair from the chain? Jonas gave me a toss around and it snagged." She turned around and lifted her hair for him to see.

"You okay?" Milo asked to which she nodded. He worked quickly, disentangling/pulling blond hair from golden chain. "You're good. Jonas is heading over and I got to go. See you tonight?"

Lucy-Jane nodded. "Yessir," she grinned. "Alan's getting in tonight, so don't forget to put the guest towels out if you get home before me."

"He can use the regular ones," Milo argued before being called on by his attending.

"Your boob is showing," Jonas told her, to which Lucy-Jane rolled her eyes. She reached for her chain and pulled it so the clasp was behind her neck. Her hand lingered on the gold rose ring hanging from the chain. "Come on LJ. We still have six more hours. On the bright side, Edwards is back and I heard he brought donuts!"

"I hope he got the jelly kind. I love those!" Lucy-Jane said excited as they headed out.

Later that night Alan stood in front of apartment number 19, though not alone. John stood at his side, finally down from the station and on land for the first time in a while. "You're sure it's fine that I tagged along?" John asked once more. This would be the first chance he would have to officially meet their newest family member. Between the brothers, they were pretty much split on whether or not they liked her. Gordon had a hoot when he found out there was one more of them, and Alan loved her. Virgil was sort of neutral with a little lean to the pro-sister side since she had saved Alan's life but he still refused to acknowledge that they were siblings. Scott was adamantly against it, unable to believe that she was actually a Tracy. How could they have not known Alan had been a twin? That and her appearance to their mother was almost uncanny that it made Scott upset.

"Yeah it's cool. They won't mind. LJ will probably insist we both stay here, and that their couch is actually comfortable no matter what Milo says, but we can go to the apartment if you want." Alan told his brother. Since Scott's reaction, he was a little hesitant to introduce John to Lucy-Jane, not wanting either of them to end up upset.

"I guess we'll just play it by ear," John suggested and rang the doorbell. There was a gasp and a lot of shush whispering and scrapping noises. "Is that..." John trailed off.

"Yeah. Just don't think about it," Alan said, turning red. "They kind of do that a lot so I like to look up and count ceiling tiles," he said and pointed to where he last left off. John couldn't help but laugh.

The door swooshed open and Lucy-Jane stood at the front door grinning. Her breathing was heavy, slightly uneven. "Hey you're here!" she said grinning at Alan. She glanced over at John. "And you brought a guy."

"Luce, this is John, He wanted to tag-a-long. I hope that's okay," Alan said looking at John who was sort of staring at Lucy.

"It's fine, as long as he isn't going to stare the whole time," Lucy-Jane said, forward as always.

"Sorry," John said, getting himself together. "It's just-"

"The eyes. Yeah I get that a lot. Central heterochromia. A lot more normal than people think, but still odd that it's orange to blue." Lucy-Jane grinned at John, looking him over. He kind of reminded her of Virgil, but with the same blonde hair and blues eyes that Alan had. "You're brother number two."

John was actually staring because he hadn't really believed his brothers when they said she looked like their mom. His memories of her weren't that defined anymore, but the picture he kept up on Five looked a whole lot like her. "Well they say second is the best," John replied. "Yeah, your eyes. I promise no more staring after now."

"Awesome," Lucy-Jane grinned and led them into her apartment. Milo was in their kitchen, heating up the tea water. Glasses were already out on the counter. "Alan's here. And he brought brother number two."

"We haven't met number two yet," Milo said and went to meet them. He held out his hand, which John took and shook. "Milo," he introduced him. "Just the guy who basically saved Alan's life."

"John...the original blonde," he said, adding a title to himself. Usually, he said number five pilot, but they weren't in on the family secret. "Are you brewing tea?"

"Hot water," Milo said, going back the kitchen. "The leaves and bags are all in the cupboard," he pointed to where Alan was already getting them out.

"What brings you to the city of Boston, John?" Lucy-Jane asked, sitting at the counter, inspecting her newest brother.

"I finally got done writing my book and thought I'd bring the manuscript down to my editor myself. That and I had to meet the infamous Lucy-Jane." John grinned at her.

"See that, I'm famous," Lucy-Jane told Milo who rolled his eyes.

"Infamous sort of has a bad connotation to it," Milo told her. "Well we're glad you could come," he told John.

"Oh right that reminds me," Alan said pulling an envelope out of his coat pocket. "Happy belated wedding present! Sorry, I missed the event last month. Storm wouldn't let us fly off the island." Actually it had been a storm hitting an oil refinery in the eastern seaboard of the Indian Ocean that had kept them from attending the wedding, but same thing.

"You didn't have to," Milo said just as Lucy-Jane was taking the envelope out of his hand. "I married a child," he sighed dramatically, only to be slapped with the envelope.

"Let's see the ring," Alan grinned. "Tin-Tin wants a picture."

Lucy-Jane rolled her eyes with a smile and pulled out the chain around her neck. The rose gold ring on it and shone the kitchen light off. She pulled it over her head and handed to Alan. There were three strands weaving themselves around, with seven small diamonds set throughout.

"Luce hates wearing rings," Milo told John, explaining the chain. "And it's easy for her to keep track off when she's on the job."

"Milo said it was closer to my hear this way," Lucy-Jane spilled, causing her man to turn red with embarrassment. She sent him a kiss and a smile, before turning back to her brothers.

"This is a beautiful ring," John said, inspecting it. "I'm guessing that's why you have the rose gold band around yours?" He asked Milo, pointing to his ringed finger.

"We went with black zirconium," Lucy-Jane told the pair, proud to have finally remembered the elemental name. "As you can see, we're not really of the typical ring kind of pair."

"You're not the typical anything," Alan told her. "You won't even take his last name, or ours."

"That's because we're changing it! Tonight actually," Lucy-Jane said excitedly. "I think we finally settled on our new family name."

"Well, what is it?" Alan asked.

"Drum roll," Lucy-Jane announced, setting off the men to make varying successful imitations of drums rolling. "Costas!"

"So Greek," Alan said after a small laugh. "But I'm happy for you sis."

"Short version is that since we were both just given last names for the sake of the system, we thought we'd come up with a new family name since we're a new family," Milo told John, filling him in. "I'm Greek, and so we thought we'd go with that."

"But Costas means coast in Spanish," John said with a small smile. Milo gave a small snort.

"Typical," Milo sighed. "Don't tell Lucy-Jane, she's already been through over three hundred names before picking one that didn't sound too awful."

"Hey, we have a small kitchen, I can hear you," Lucy-Jane told him, leaning over and punching him on the shoulder. "Also the chicken is burning."

Milo cursed and returned his attention to the meal he was preparing. The other three gave a small laugh and continued a joyful conversation. Forgotten lay the envelope with the Tracy wedding present, which was pretty much a good thing. As the newlyweds later found out, it's a lot harder to reject a present over the phone. Especially when it contained a check with over six digits.

It wasn't hush money or pity money, but money -Alan argued- that was inherently Lucy-Jane's for being a part of the family. Also, it included the first donation of many to come from the Tracy Industries charity division to help Milo found his new home in New York where the couple planned to move the following year.

But in that moment, the four of them were just a normal family attempting to have a nice family dinner. And that was all a system kid like Lucy-Jane asked for.

A/N: And that's the end! I want send a huge shout out to everyone who has read and reviewed this. To everyone who followed it or gave it a like. You guys are the best and making it all worth it!

This story was really fun to write, and I loved creating this world. I was hoping to put up some spin-offs, either LJ or Kat related, but with my hard drive wiped clean I have to think them up again. It might be a while longer, if ever now.

Let me know what you think and see you guys around!