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Sarah Thomas plopped herself onto the couch next to her husband Lee. She nestled into him as he turned on the television, ready for a relaxing date night. They both finally had a moment away from work, from their baby,

and they were going to spend it together. She sighed contentedly. They had just finished a very satisfying dinner (takeout, no cooking for her!) and were arguing playfully about what movie to watch (Thor--Chris Simsworth was hot! No, Catwoman--Halle Plumbob in skintight leather? Come on!) when the doorbell chimed.
Sarah groaned. Who could it possibly be? She didn't move to get up, and neither did Lee.
"Aren't you going to get that?" He said.

Sarah batted her eyelashes at him and replied sweetly, "Would you do the honors, Honey? Opening that heavy door seems like it would better suit such a manly--" Lee cut her off with a kiss and a chuckle, but obliged.

She heard the familiar click of the lock as he pulled open the door.

When he didn't say anything after a moment, Sarah called, "Who is it?"
"Come and see for yourself." Lee replied, his tone incredulous.
Sighing, she pushed herself up and made her way toward her husband, freezing at the face that greeted her.
"Elizabeth." Sarah's voice sounded only mildly irritated, but a mix of fury and betrayal danced through her eyes.

Lee was smart enough to make himself scarce when he saw her expression.
"Sarah." Elizabeth affirmed, relief settling on her face.
Sarah was silent.
Elizabeth winced. "Still unforgiving, I see."
Sarah closed the door, stepping outside. "No. I forgave you for leaving us a long time ago." Sarah said, a rush of emotions coloring her tone. "I forgave you for choosing immortality over me. I just haven't forgotten. I mean, you were supposed to be my big sister, Beth. You were supposed to protect me." Sarah's words were more accusing then she'd meant them to be, her old scars ripped open with but a few words from a long forgotten face. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she buried them somewhere deep and dark and dangerous.

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment. "Is it too late for us now?" She asked, searching Sarah's face.
Sarah softened. Of course not, she thought, of course I have room in my heart for my big sister. But Elizabeth had broken her heart the last time, walked out on their already-in-shambles mother and a drowning Sarah, confused and struggling to keep her head above the surface.

"It was a different time, then. I was a different person." Elizabeth pleaded, interrupting Sarah's reverie. "I shouldn't have have left. I was being selfish. You must understand, Sarah. I was raising you--"
"Exactly!" Sarah snapped. "You raised me. Not Mom. And then you left. She couldn't take care of me--I had to take care of her. I was too young, Beth. I wasn't ready."
"And I was?" Elizabeth whispered. Sarah sobered at that, the gravity of Elizabeth's situation finally weighing on her. She had spent too long being angry at her sister, who had faced impossible circumstances and done the best she could with them.
"When I found vampirism, I found independence." Elizabeth was saying. "John Ross discovered me sleeping on some park bench and offered to buy me clothes--clothes! I loved the material things then. He gave me the world on a silver platter, and all I had to do was join him." She paused. "I just-I wanted to do something for myself, for once."
"So?" Sarah was exasperated. "You could have visited. You could have at least called!" You could have taken me with you, Sarah thought.

Elizabeth cringed. "You are right. But I did not, and for that I am so, so sorry."
"Me too." Regret clouded both sisters' delicate features. Sarah stared at the face that was so much like her own; only Elizabeth's eyes were a little brighter and her skin a little paler.
"After John Ross turned you, did you ever..." Sarah trailed off.
"Yes?" Elizabeth prompted, relieved to hear a question lacking accusation.
"Did you ever think about me?" Sarah looked so vunerable when she asked that painful question it tore into Elizabeth's heart.
"Every day. I missed you every day." Elizabeth said honestly. "At first, I would see clothing items that I thought you would like--I mailed them to you, did you ever get them?"
Sarah was surprised. "No. I never got anything."
Elizabeth sighed sadly. "That may have been John Ross' doing. Regardless, yes. You were always on my mind. But by the time I realized just how much I must have been hurting you I was too much of a coward to return. I could not face you."
"I understand, Beth." Sarah said--possibly the truest thing she had ever uttered (aside from the 'I do' she had promised to Lee, and the 'I love you' she had whispered to Dylan when she first held him in her arms after he was born.) "I...forgive you."
Sarah had said it earlier, but now the words were in acceptance and not contempt. Elizabeth could feel the tears brimming her eyelids.
"Thank you, Sarah. I will make it up to you, if it is the last thing I do."

Sarah wasn't sure how her sister would do that, but somehow she believed her. More than that, she wanted to believe her.
After a moment, their conversation took on a different air.
"So, who is your aquaintence?" Elizabeth inquired.
"My husband, Lee." Sarah said, all malice gone, but a hint of caution remaining in her tone.
"You are married?" Sarah was about to answer (an uh, duh, isn't that what I just said?) when a cry rang out from beyond the hallway.
"Lee?" She yelled. "Would you get him?"
Elizabeth waited expectantly.
"Our son Dylan." Sarah explained. Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears again. "You have a son?"
"Yes, Beth. Things do happen while...over time." Sarah paused. "Which reminds me, why now? After all these years?"
Elizabeth nodded slowly, understanding Sarah's meaning.
"Samara convinced me to attempt to mend our relationship."
"Samara?"
"Yes. It seems we've both missed important...births in each other's lives."
"You have a baby?"
Elizabeth laughed. "She is more a woman now."
Sarah looked confused. "She is but a few years younger than you." Elizabeth explained.
"Oh. Oh!" Sarah was quiet, collecting her thoughts. "Is that why you didn't come back?"
Elizabeth ignored the question. "When I look at you, you are everything a mother would have wanted her child to be. You and my daughter are much alike in this respect. But there are so many things I have missed in your life. May I have the honor of knowing you again?" She said instead.
"Make me a promise." Sarah whispered.
"Anything." Elizabeth was hopeful.
"You tell me everything. And you can meet your nephew...as long as I can meet my niece."
Elizabeth smiled at her sister: the woman more than a decade younger who she'd last seen as a young girl--and they looked the same. With their age difference, it was never apparent how uncanny their resemblance was. But now...it was as if she was looking into a mirror.
"I promise."
Sarah smiled back now, gesturing for Elizabeth to join her inside.

Elizabeth pulled Sarah into a quick embrace before stepping in gingerly, afraid their peaceful bridge would crumble if she even breathed too forcefully.

If Sarah could let her in after all these years, then she could damn well make sure Sarah wouldn't regret it. If it had been anyone else but Samara who told her she could mend their broken relationship, she would have said, "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds." But somehow Samara had motivated her to attempt the impossible--and it was the best thing she had ever done. She vowed to thank her daughter, to protect and love her the way she had meant to with Sarah. There were some things Elizabeth could not take back, but there were some things she could make up for.
She took a seat next to her sister on the couch, smiling at the woman whose heart was big enough to give her a second chance.

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