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Finding Family 
6th-Jul-2007 05:31 am
Title: Finding Family 36/40
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult - Overall
Paring: W/X HUA
Disclaimer: I own nothing, including the characters used in
this story and make no money off them.
Summary: This story is a follow up to "Flip The Script."
The boys are living together happily when something unexpected
turns their lives around.

Finally, with hands joined, Will and Xander stepped together from
the family waiting room. Prepared to take the biggest step of their
lives. Xander turned left toward the offices of Social Services but
Will tugged him in the other direction.

"The paperwork can wait a few minutes, Xan. Lets go look at
our baby."

Xander's eyes lit up as if Will had suggested a trip to Disney World.
Locating a nearby "YOU ARE HERE" sign they discovered that
the nursery was also on the third floor.

Following the arrows painted on the wall it took them down two
corridors, around three bends and up through a set of double doors
to a point where the hallway deadended.
As soon as they passed through the doors the atmosphere

Gone was the white impersonal sterile look of tile floors and blank walls.
Gone were the curt efficient personelle whose main concern was the
business of pain and tragedy.

The house had landed and Dorothy was now standing in Oz.
The entire right side of the hall was a plate glass window, the
oposing side was covered with brightly painted murals Balloons, mice
and bunnies. The floor was a warm berber carpet with reds
and greens patterned like a field of flowers.

The two men approached it cautiously, whispering as reverently
as though they were in church.
"I think this is it."

Stopping directly in front of the window they peered in at three
rows of baby filled cribs. Lined up like sausages in a butchers window
they were displayed with little pink and blue name markers.

Some crying, some sleeping and some just wriggling.
Hustling among them were two matronly looking women. Tucking,
checking and generally tending to the needs of the little kings and
queens of the castle.

When one of the nurses saw the two men at the window she
responded with a huge genuine smile and a questioning face.
She waved her hands over the lot of them and mouthed
"Which one?"

Will stepped forward and responded, clearly mouthing "BARTON".
The nurse's smile marginally faltered into a look more sympathetic
and she nodded. Then going to the last row she selected a small crib
with a tiny sleeping occupant and wheeled it to the front of the pack.

Releasing Xander's hand Will placed both palms flat on the glass
and came as close as possible. He stared down into the tiny face
and was stunned to see the family resemblance.
She did look like him.

But she also looked like her mother.
He could see Deena's olive tint to the skin and the
slight upturn of her nose. It literally took his breath away.

Xander stepped up next to him and put his arm around Will's
shoulder. When Will looked up at him he could see the matching
tears running down Xander's face and he knew their thoughts and
hearts were in the same place.
All hesitation and doubt were gone.
Both men knew Xander would lay down his life for the child
they would claim as their own

Sticking her head out a small doorway beside the glass window
the nurse spoke quietly.
"We were just getting ready to finish some routine tests and get
her Mo..Daddy ready. If you want to wait...?"

Will quickly wiped his eyes.
"No. We have some matters to take care of downstairs, but we
will be back after if that's o.k."

The nurse nodded knowingly.
"That will be just fine. She will be here waiting for you."

Will grabbed Xander's hand and headed off toward the elevators.
Script forgotten, he was all business.

"Hey, there you guys are. We wondered where you went."
Willow met them coming down the hallway with two coffees in
her hands and Teak faithfully at her side.
"Where you two going?"

Xander couldn't control his happiness and with his damp eyes
gleaming announced proudly,
"We are on our way to sign the papers for our daughter."

Ignoring hospital protocol Willow let out an ear piercing squeal,
shoved the coffees into Teaks hands and ran after them. Teak
tossed the cups in the first trash container he passed and was
hot on their heels.

By following the instructions given to them earlier from the doctor
they found themselves back on the first floor in the wing of the
hospital that housed administrative services. There were dozens
of offices that handled all aspects of day to day life in the running
of a full service hospital.

Willow was the first to spot the door marked "Social Services"
This was it. They all froze.
Will took a step back and was visibly shaking.
"You do the talking, Xan. I don't want to mess this up."

"Nope, were in this equally. We both do the talking."
Wasting no more time he lifted his hand quickly and knocked
firmly on the closed door.

"Come in"
They all took a deep breath, and did.

The office was small and efficient. No frills. All business.
The woman that rose to greet them was the same, but
something about the softness around her eyes eased a lot
of the tension as she extended her hand.

"Good afternoon gentleman. I'm Helen Bookman I take care of
the legal issues with our patients. I was told to expect you.
First I must say I am so very sorry for your loss."
Pointing to the chairs she encouraged them to sit.

"Thank you. We are all grieving for Deena, especially Will.
We understand you have some papers for him to sign regarding
his daughter."

Will sat back tapping his foot nervously when the look on
Mrs. Bookman's face went from concern to surprise and annoyed.

"I'm sorry to add to your grief Mr. Barton but signing the
birth certificate is a very minor part of why you are here.
The doctor has already signed the afidavit so there is no question
on the paternity. Oh dear. I wish the police inspector had
discussed this with you.

Everyone in the room held their breath. If it wasn't the baby
what on earth else could it be?

"You see, gentlemen, when someone dies in a violent or
unidentifible manner there must be an autopsy. The reports of which
are then included in the coroners inquest. Then the remains must
be claimed and interred. Apparently there is no one but you to
take claim of the body. I was also told you would be the one
to claim the remains of the man involved in the ...er.....situation.
If you wish to refuse, of course we would understand and the
local parish will inter him in a potter's field. However, the medical

With no hesitation Will nodded.
"We will accept them both and authorize release of the remains
whenever that is possible. I'll advise you of a mortuary tomorrow
and they will pick them up when you are finished. We will bear
the cost of both interments as well as all the hospital bills."

Mrs. Bookman's relief showed clearly on her face. She had
dreaded the thought of asking this young man to accept and bury
the fiend that had murdered the mother of his child.

"Fine, fine." Handing Will a pen she then slapped a huge stack
of papers onto her desk and smiled.
"Let's get started then, shall we?"
6th-Jul-2007 09:58 am (UTC)
Awwww, they didn´t get their baby yet. I hope the paperwork goes allright. Can´t wait to see the boys getting up in the middle of the night for diper-changing and carrying crying baby. I´ll have to wait ´till Monday evening to read the next chapters. Going home then.

-More sauna and beer yeaterday evening. Staying up VERY late.
-Got a birthday prezzie for cousin ( Thats bloody hard here, just ONE general store in the whole village. Got a giftcard at the bank instead.)
-Cleaned up and culled dad´s carrot-patch until it started raining.
-Photographed bumblebees again this morning, got some great shots!
-One of the baby swallows has fallen out of the one of the nests in the barn. It can almost fly, so hopefully the parents keep feeding it ´till it´s ready to fly properly. It´s 10-12 meters ut to the nest under the roof, so we cant put it back there. Luckily no cats nearby...

Well, back to the carrots, half a row left...
6th-Jul-2007 10:06 am (UTC)
Busy busy girl. Sounds like it has been
a wonderful time. I will be looking for
your bumblebee pics.
I'm surprised about the garden. I guess when
someone says Finland I just think of ice and
snow, but of course they have summer.
9th-Jul-2007 09:10 pm (UTC)
Well. the sun shines around the clock in the summer, so everything grows fast! And carrots can take some frost... It was REALLY hot when I got here, like 30 degrees Celsius... Your nineties or something like that?

The climate in Finland makes the winters very cold and the summers warm (most of the time). The difference between seasons is nice, you really appreciate the summers after a cold and snowy winter.

I´m home now, got more great bumblebees and some shots of the swallows feeding their babys up under rhe roof of the barn! I´ll let you know when I get them in my PBase gallery! Filled my memorycards to the brim! There must be SOME good pic´s there...
9th-Jul-2007 09:54 pm (UTC)
I'll bet they are wonderful. I'll look forward to seeing them.
I know you are thrilled with the invention of the digital camera.
It has been in the 90's here too. Muggy and miserable.
I never thought I'd say it, but Finland sounds beautiful.
Welcome home.
6th-Jul-2007 11:00 am (UTC)
Oh the baby sounds lovely! Will and Xander happy parents.

Poor Will, having to deal with all the paperwork for Deela and Billys bodies. One more hurdle to overcome
6th-Jul-2007 11:43 am (UTC)
They have battled the worst.
The rest is just clean-up.
6th-Jul-2007 06:40 pm (UTC)
Ok forgetting my ingrained dislike of all things human and under the age of, oh, 25... she sounds adorable! //thus ends the maternal portion of todays program// But hey with ANY of Will's genetics how could any rugrat NOT be adorable, lol.

Enough with the suspense B, when are we gonna name her?!?!?!?!?! *considers bribing the Bee with more homemade cookies*
6th-Jul-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
I believe the name question is answered tomorrow,
however you better hand over the cookies anyway.
I would hate to cancel tomorrows chapter till
the choc. chip blackmail is paid.
A little mini-Will would be adorable. Especially with
his bitable little tushy.
6th-Jul-2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
Heavens no, we can't have that!
The blackmail (errr, shouldn't it be "extortion" since I want something out of it rather than me threating to 'tell' something...) will gleefully be handed over as soon as they're out of the oven. Will that be sufficiant oh Beautiful-icious Bee of Buzz-i-ness?
7th-Jul-2007 01:07 am (UTC)
The Bee is of little pride. She gladly accepts the
felony correction and the cookies.
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