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by saresare

A big happy birthday to my "clidish" Aussie buddy Scarxtardis.
My lil stalker gecko is wearing a party hat just for you ;) [not really but how cute would that be?]
I hope your birthday wish is to fill the world with little Memily babies. :P

Everyone should spam Scar with happy birthday messages until her inbox explodes ;D

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.

RATING: K+

STATUS: One-shot (broken into two parts) birthday fic
Song: Good To You by Marianas Trench
A/N: Lyric pieces are not in order.

SPOILERS:
Major: Episode 4.7
Minor: Episodes 4.3, 4.6

And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up
I'm not prepared; sorry is never there when you need it

It had been five years since the day she left. Since the day he told her to leave. Since he told her that she was a distraction.

Five long years.

He was sitting on his work bench sifting through old mission reports when he came across the one from Jenny's wedding. Hyaenodons, screaming guests, and a wedding ring he found himself wishing didn't exist. God, she'd looked so beautiful that day.

No, shut up. She's gone. Don't think about it.

He pushed the documents away with gritted teeth and turned back to an earlier report. The anomaly with the arboreal raptors. The day he'd first met her.

He looked over toward his shelves of plants, instantly spying the large white flower he'd given her on that last day. He'd been tending to it meticulously since then, the only living proof she'd had ever existed.

His father had warned him not to get romantically attached to anyone; the job at hand was too important for distractions of any kind. But he didn't choose to fall in love with her. Telling her to go home was the hardest thing he'd ever done. And after that anomaly closed he wished with all his heart he hadn't. She was the only one who'd been able to prod past the wall he'd built around himself, the only one he trusted and confided in.

And I do want you to know
I'll hold you up above everyone

The anomaly siren snapped him out of his thoughts. Within minutes he was banging his fist on the steering wheel for the traffic to move. It was only when the car was stopped outside the familiar tall glass building that memories flooded him like a burst water main.

"Shoot it."

"I can't, it's out of range."

"But shoot it!"

"Very bossy, aren't you?"

He closed his eyes and thumped his forehead against the steering wheel, willing the memories away. That chapter of his life was over, it had been five whole years, he needed to let go. He was tougher than this.

The light turned green and he hit the accelerator, refusing to look back at the building and ignoring the wrenching in his heart.

He arrived on the scene at the same time as the others and marched inside the abandoned building, EMD poised and ready. Connor set up the locking device and prepared to hit the final button when a figure emerged from the glimmering shards of light.

Matt stared in amazement at the woman standing metres away.

"Emily?"

Everyone's around, no words are coming out
And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound?

The main reason I broke it into two chapters is because I only found out it was her birthday a few hours ago and don't have the time to finish it, but also because I'm evil and like this little breaking point. I'll probably get the second part up some time tomorrow. Oh, and I'd also like to point out that she correctly predicted Ethan being Danny's brother. I screamed and almost fell off my chair when I heard the child laughter in their memories ... And I'm devastated Emily left, I actually cried ...