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Hey everybody, so I know I'm going kinda slow with my Striker's Little Girl stories, but I assure you, I haven't forgotten them. It's just that life's been getting in the way and I haven't had much inspiration. I'm very sorry if I'm making you wait too long.

But anyway, I'm gonna give you guys a series of one-shots and short stories which will hopefully be just as enjoyable as the main series. Please note, these won't be in chronological order as some take place before the events of Striker's Little Girl, some in-between the series, others possibly in the future (say Maria's teen years and maybe adulthood)

I hope you'll like them ^^

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"What did you think you were doing, young lady?" Striker spoke after a tense silence. He sounded surprisingly calm, but Maria could hear the disappointment in his voice. "I told you to stay put, not follow me. You know better that, yet ya went and did it anyway. And what's worse, you almost got yourself killed! What have you got to say for yourself?"

Maria just sat wordlessly on the couch. The events that occurred earlier started coming back to her and she trembled.

"Maria, when I ask you a question, you better-" He stopped when he heard her sniffling. "I-I'm sorry, daddy... I just wanted to help you..."

Striker sighed, kneeling down to her eye level. "Baby girl, I know you like to help, but I make these rules for a reason. I ain't tellin' ya this cause I don't trust you, I just... I don't wanna lose you."

"I know..."

"If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." He gently lifted her chin, wiping her tears. "Look, it's bold what you were tryin' to do, but this is a dangerous job. You can't just go runnin' in expectin' everything to work out, ya never know what'll happen."

"You mean like the dogs?"

"Exactly."

"I... I hadn't thought of that... I-I wish I was brave like you, but I... I didn't mean to be so stupid!"

Maria flung herself into her dad's chest and cried.

"Shh, no sweetie, you're not stupid. You just made a bad choice, that's all." Striker said softly, rubbing her back comfortingly. "What's important is you're safe now. But please, promise me you'll never ever do anything crazy like that again, alright?"

She sniffled. "I promise..."

"Thank you, baby doll. But don't think I'm gonna let ya off that easy, ya still disobeyed me. So, you're grounded for a week, ya got that?"

Maria winced but nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Good." He noticed she was still trembling in his arms and wiped some more tears from her eyes. "Hey now, don't let those mutts shake you up. Ain't no one gonna hurt ya, not while I'm here."

She finally smiled, "I'll try."

"Atta girl."

They silently stayed in their embrace for a while longer.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I bet those dogs were scared shitless, huh?"

He chuckled and smirked. "That's cause nobody fucks with your dad... C'mere you!" Maria squealed with laughter as Striker tickled her.

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Maria was awoken by the roaring thunder. She never liked that sound; it was so loud, so scary. It terrified her from the beginning, she wished it would go away. Unfortunately, another loud thunder crash startled her and she started wailing. She didn't even notice a familiar pair of hands pick her up from the crib.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay, Maria." Striker cooed as he cradled and bounced Maria in his arms. "Daddy's here, daddy's gotcha. Yer safe now." Maria's sobs simmered down on hearing her father's voice and she snuggled into his chest. "Aww, did that mean ol' thunder wake you up, sugarplum?"

As if to answer the question for him, the thunder rumbled once more, only this time louder. Maria shrieked with fear as she buried her face in Striker's bare chest, crying hard. Striker glanced at the window; the rain was coming down pretty hard tonight. No wonder she was so scared, not that he blamed her. He walked over to the rocking chair as he kept bouncing his baby and sat down.

"Don't be scared, baby girl." Striker whispered, running his fingers through Maria's hair as she cried. "It can't get in and hurt you. Not while I'm here."

The next rumble of thunder was less loud, but it still made Maria whimper. Striker continued to soothe his little girl and peppered her head with light kisses as he rocked in the chair. "Hmm, how 'bout a little song to help you sleep? I think I know just the one, too."

Maria blinked up at him, tearfully, as he reached for his guitar and held it while still keeping her in his arms. She gurgled as he gently strummed the strings then began to play a familiar song.

Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine

Her face softened, recognizing the song. This was the song daddy sang to her when she came into the world. She loved it very much; it was so soothing, it made her feel safe. She always loved hearing daddy sing and the sound of the guitar was a bonus.

Little one, when you play

Don't you mind what they say

Let those eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear, baby of mine

Striker smiled warmly as Maria's eyes started getting heavy and she let out a yawn and snuggled in the crook of his arm while he sang. He'd always loved playing his guitar; it'd been a birthday gift from his father when he was a kid. And he was more than happy to play it for his little girl; anything to make her happy.

If they knew, sweet little you

They'd end up loving you too

All of those people who scold you

What they'd give just for the right to hold you

He stopped playing and set his guitar aside but kept singing while holding Maria. By now, she was starting to fall asleep, so Striker carried her back to the crib and tucked her in.

From your head to your toes

You're so sweet, goodness knows

You are so precious to me

Cute as can be, baby of mine

Once he was certain she was asleep, Striker gave Maria a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, baby doll. Sweet dreams." He stopped at the doorway and smiled seeing her so peaceful for a minute or two before he slowly closed the door.

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"Happy biwfday, daddy!"

Striker's eyes widened in surprise as Maria held up a bouquet of yellow roses. He hadn't seen any in ages. How did his four-year-old daughter manage to find them? He sniffed them for a moment and something familiar suddenly clicked in him.

"Maria, where did you find these?"

"I saw someone hand 'em out awound town, lemme have 'em fo' fwee." Striker smirked at Maria's excuse knowing already that wasn't true; her twirling her hair with her fingers gave her away.

She started to look worried when he didn't say anything more. "Y-you don't like it?"

"No no no, of course I do, baby doll!" Striker quickly assured her. "I'm sorry. It's just... it's been so long since I've seen these flowers, almost forgot they even existed. Y'know, these were always me and my family's favorite."

"Weally?"

"You bet. But what made you wanna do this?"

"Well, you always get me sumthin' special." Maria held her hands together and slightly kicked her foot as she explained herself. "I wanted to suwpwise you."

Striker set the flowers on the table and pulled Maria into a hug. "Aww, baby girl, you didn't have to. But I'm glad you did. Thank you very much."

"Welcome, daddy."

They hugged for a couple more minutes when Striker pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"I know where you really got these."

"You do?"

Striker gave his daughter a knowing smile. "Maria, I can smell Ms. Lin's cooking all over you. Plus, you got grass stains on your skirt."

Maria hung her head, suddenly feeling ashamed. "I'm sowwy, daddy. I couldn't find any good pwesents, but I didn't wanna give you nothin' and-" She stopped when he placed a finger on her lips, his warm expression didn't leave him.

"It's alright, baby doll, I understand. I would've done the same for you." He smiled and wiped a tear that slipped down her cheek. "But ya know, I already have the greatest gift ever; you, princess."

"You mean I'm yow biwfday gift?"

"Nah, you're a million times better than that. Just having you here with me, that's all I'll ever need."

With that, Maria was pulled into another hug. She didn't feel bad anymore; if daddy's happy, she's happy.

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"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Striker nearly jumped at the voice. He turned to see a young lady who looked to be in her early twenties, and... there was something very familiar about her.

"'Course not, little lady. I'm just waiting for someone right now."

"Oh, well, that's a coincidence. So am I." With that, she took her seat next to him at the bar.

Both imps ordered their drinks and for what seemed like ten minutes, maybe longer, they drank in silence. It didn't help that the saloon was awkwardly quiet due to the lack of the usual patrons. Then again, it was pretty late in the evening. Yet, Striker couldn't help but notice her glancing at him as if she were trying to check him out.

"Y'know, it's rude to stare."

She turned her gaze, seemingly embarrassed. "Oh, sorry! I don't mean to be nosy, but... you kinda remind me of someone."

Striker raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? Anyone I know?"

"I don't suppose you would." She started twiddling her fingers. "But you see, I... kinda planned to meet my brother here."

This caught Striker's attention and he turned to get a good look at her. She looked suspiciously a lot like him, except her skin had a more pinkish hue and her black hair was in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder. Almost like... wait a minute. Could it be?

He asked her just to be sure, "If I may ask, miss, what does this brother of yours look like?"

"Well, he has a very snake-like face, rings in his eyes, and if I remember correctly, his tail always had this pretty cool rattle."

"Ya mean like this?" Striker rattled his tail which made the girl giggle. "Exactly like that. Y'know, now that I think about it, you do look a lot like him."

"Is that so?" The pieces were starting to come together now, but he couldn't be the one to confirm that just yet. "Funny thing, you certainly look familiar yourself."

"Oh, do I now?"

"I sure hope so. That is, if you are who I think you are." He gave her a look as telling her to figure it out. "Or... am I who you think I am?"

The girl looked at him over again, the gears in her head started turning as she did so. He does have the same features... Wait! Can it really be?

Her eyes widened in shock. "...Striker?"

He smiled warmly at her, "Hi, Jemima."

For a moment, neither of them said anything, but he had his arms open as she launched herself into him and both burst into a fit of laughter as they embraced.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby sis." Striker pulled back to look her in the eyes. "And... I'm so sorry that I wasn't there. Let's just say for the moment, a lotta shit happened."

Jemima smiled reassuringly, "It's okay, I understand. I'm just so happy to see you right now."

"So am I, sis. So am I." He chuckled and wiped his little sister's tears for the first time in years. "But, what are you doing out here all alone?"

"Well, I guess you could say I'm kinda looking for a place to go." Striker looked worried as Jemima's face became crestfallen. "You see, I'd been living with this really nice couple for these past few years and despite me missing you, life was good. But then suddenly... the extermination happened..."

A tense silence followed and Jemima's eyes watered again as she took a deep, shaky breath. "It happened so fast... I barely managed to get away... but they..."

"Shh, it's okay, Mima." Striker held her close as she cried softly. "I'm here. And don't worry, I'm never gonna leave you again."

"...You mean...?"

"Yep, you'll be staying with us now."

"Us?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I don't wanna be a burden to you or your wife, I just..." Jemima blinked in surprise as Striker snickered. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, don't worry, I ain't married." He then pulled out and handed her a little picture. "But, there is someone I'd like you to meet."

Jemima smiled seeing the happy little girl. "Oh my gosh... is she...?"

"Mm-hmm, her name's Maria." His voice softened as he spoke. "She's the most precious thing in my life." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you're more than welcome to come live with us, at least till you figure something out."

"I don't know..."

"Jemima, I ain't taking no for an answer. Besides, I get the feeling you got a LOT of catching up to do." He stood up, put on his hat, and held out his hand for her. "C'mon, let's go home."

She sighed, but smiled. All these years and he's as stubborn as ever. "Okay... I'm ready..." With that, the two held hands and walked out of the saloon... together once more.

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"Shhh shhh shhh, don't cry, baby girl." Striker lightly bounced Maria in his arms. "It's okay, daddy's here."

As much as he didn't like having to wake up at two in the morning, he would still do so if he heard his baby cry. She always came first, no exceptions.

At first, she'd needed her diaper changed and he took care of it with little to no trouble. However, for some reason, she wouldn't stop crying this time. He'd tried rattling his tail, which usually had her giggling, but that ended up unintentionally scaring her.

Right now, he was just walking around the nursery bouncing her in his arms and giving her light kisses every few seconds, but that did little to help either.

"Aww sweetie, what's the matter? Why are you sad?" he said softly to her. "I'm right here, sugarplum."

It took a while, or rather fifteen minutes, but Maria's crying eventually died down. She probably just realized where she was, where she wanted to be: in daddy's arms. Striker seemed to realize this himself so he simply sat in the rocking chair and savored the closeness along with her.

Very happy with the results, he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you so much, Maria."

"Daddy... daddy..."

Striker groaned at being awoken and yawned, rubbing his eyes. He glanced over at the clock which read "2:00 AM" much his momentary frustration.

"What is it, Maria? It's 2 in the-" His tired look quickly turned to concern on seeing Maria standing at his bedside with tears in her eyes. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

The three-year-old impling sniffled, "I had a bad dweam. Can-can I sleep with you?"

Striker sighed but smiled and scooped her up. "Okay, c'mere."

Maria snuggled into his chest as he placed her on his bed and held her close. She looks up at him apologetically. "Sowwy I woke you."

"It's okay, princess. You're more than welcome come to me if you need me, you know that." he smiled at her. "Tell me, what were you dreaming about?"

"It was dawk and I looked evewywhere in the house and the bawn but... I couldn't find you." Tears streamed down Maria's cheeks as she told him. "And then, these stwange, scawy people came and... they wanted to take me away. Please don't leave me, daddy, I don't wanna go away!"

Striker pulled her into a hug and let her cry as he stroked her hair, shushing her. "Don't worry, sweetheart. No one's gonna take you away from me."

"Pwomise?"

"Yes, baby doll, I promise. I'm never gonna leave you." Striker smiled, wiping Maria's tears. "Okay now, why don't we go back to sleep? I'll hold you tight."

"Okay... I wuv you, daddy."

"I love you too, Maria. Always."

With one more kiss on the cheek, the two fell asleep, Maria safe and sound in daddy's arms.

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"Where we going, daddy?"

"You'll see, baby doll." Striker chuckled. "We're almost there."

They'd been walking through the countryside for about half an hour now. It didn't take any longer once they'd arrived at their destination; a huge, surprisingly grassy field which had a couple of trees and a creek nearby. Maria was especially amazed to see a bunch of colorful wildflowers growing all around.

"What is this place?" she asked looking around curiously.

Striker smiled forlornly as he came to his daughter's side. "This field is my family's special place."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm, every summer as far back as I can remember, my parents would bring me and my siblings here. We'd be running around chasing each other while they prepared little picnic lunches for us, if we were really good that is."

"Um, daddy... what was your family like? I've been wondering about it for a while now."

Striker sat against a tree and patted the spot next to him, wordlessly telling Maria to come sit next to him.

"I think it's high time you knew, isn't it?" He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Ya see, my momma was a real pretty imp lady and my dad... well, believe it or not, he'd been the only child of an imp and a rattlesnake-like demon."

Maria's eyes widened. "Is that why you and Auntie 'Mima have snake-like parts?"

"That's right. Me and her got those from him while our other siblings looked more like our momma."

"Who are your other siblings?"

"Aside from Jemima, I had two other sisters, Ariel and Holly, and... a brother, Darius." He seemed to snarl at the mention. "He and I used to be best pals till our parents passed and suddenly, things became difficult. Then one day... he just walked out of our lives. Ariel also moved on once she'd grown up and, in the end, it was just me, 'Mima, and Holly."

"What happened after that?" Maria looked up at him both worried and concerned.

"Well... I was already over 18 at the time and I tried to find a job that provided for both of us. I eventually got an offer from this gang, said they'd teach me a lot of the things I know now, however..." Striker suddenly looked downcast. "They told me Jemima and Holly couldn't stay with me. They suggested I drop them off at an orphanage, at least until I'd earned enough money. I didn't wanna leave them, but I knew if they stayed, I'd be putting them in danger."

"But at the same time, I'm kinda glad I got to work with them. Their leader was almost like a second father to me, even though I knew he could never replace my pop." He chuckled. "Plus, a part of me liked to think 'Mima and Holly were cheering me on. But by the time I'd finally earned enough... they were already gone, adopted I'm sure."

"Did you miss them?"

"I sure did, sweetheart, every day. But I figured they would've wanted me to keep going, so I did. I became what many hell-beings considered one of the most, if not the most feared and deadly assassins in the seven rings and I stuck to it." Striker then smiled forlornly. "That is till I met yer momma and we had you."

He noticed Maria's eyes started watering and ran his fingers through her hair. "Hey now, no need to be sad for me, baby girl. Sure, I had a rough life, but I pushed forward and kept going. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be as amazing as I am today." She giggled when he tapped her nose. "And you probably wouldn't be here."

"Do you think they know we're here? Your parents, I mean?"

"I'm sure they do, baby doll. And I'm sure they're happy I'm here with you."

He could already imagine his parents smiling down at them right now.

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Maria covered her mouth trying to stifle her giggles.

"Where are you, little girl?" Striker's voice growled deviously. "You can't hide from me, I'll find you."

Maria listened as it sounded like he was getting farther away before she peeked out from behind the couch. Once she saw no one there, she proceeded to step out of her hiding place when...

"GOTCHA!!"

She shrieked and ran around the living room laughing as Striker chased after her on all fours. After a couple minutes or so, he pounced and caught her in his arms when she tried to jump away and made sure to shield her body when they hit the floor.

"Ah ha! Now I have you." Striker growled playfully with a devious grin; Maria merely giggled. "And now... I claim my meal."

"Oh no!" Maria gasped with false fear. "Please don't eat me, Mr. Mad Dog!"

"Too late!" Striker then pretended to bite her on the throat making Maria laugh harder. He eventually stopped to let her catch her breath and gave her a kiss on the cheek before they hugged.

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Striker stepped inside to find Serenity laying on the couch affectionately rubbing her baby bump. It'd been a couple days since they'd seen the ultrasound and found out they were having a little girl; it was hard to believe but at the same time, they were thrilled.

"Hey, darlin." he smiled at her.

"Hey yourself." she smiled back. "How's everybody at the ranch?"

Striker chuckled, "They missed ya. Sallie wouldn't stop pestering me about when you're gonna bring her over."

"Yeah, that sounds like her alright." Serenity laughed. "Well, next time you see her, let her know it'll be another couple months till everyone gets to meet your bundle of joy."

"Don't you mean our bundle of joy?"

"It's pretty obvious you're her favorite. She's not even born yet and she kicks whenever you touch my stomach."

"Now, don't short credit yourself, doll." Striker squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You're the one who's bringing her into this world, remember?"

"I know, but I never would have made her without you." Serenity looked at him lovingly, stroking his hand her free one. "I mean, what would I do without you?"

Striker returned the loving gaze. "I suppose you're not wrong. And don't worry, she's gonna love her mama just the same."

They touched foreheads for a moment with content sighs. Striker could already imagine the look on Serenity's face when he'd show her the ring he picked but he'd wait for the perfect moment. Right now, there was a much more important matter.

"Have you picked a name yet?"

"Oh yeah, I made a list while you were gone." Serenity reached back and handed him a piece of paper. "I wasn't sure if any of these work for you, I hope they're good."

Actually, these were some really good ideas: Sarah, Elizabeth, Jennifer, Holly, Isabelle; just to name a few that is.

"Damn, these are pretty good. Although..." Suddenly, one caught his eye. "Oh, we have a winner!"

Serenity's curious look turned into shock when he started ripping the paper and tossing parts of it aside. "Why the hell did you do that?!"

"Because..." Striker grinned handing her the little strip he'd saved. "I think this one's all we need."

Her eyes widened when she read it. "Are you sure?"

"You should have the final say." he smiled. "You're the one having her after all."

"She's just as much your daughter as she is mine, Striker. If you like it, then I do too."

"That's all I need to hear, doll." Striker caressed her face while placing his other hand on Serenity's pregnant belly. As he did, he felt something touching his palm, as if... his baby... no, their baby was touching him.

"Hi, sweetheart." He kissed her belly. "I can't wait to meet you."

"Neither can I, Striker. Neither can I."

Striker wrapped an arm around as she snuggled into his chest. In her hand, a little strip of paper with only one thing on it: Maria.

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"MARIA!"

Striker panted heavily, his heart pounding hard in his chest and cold sweat trickling down his face.

"Daddy?" He jumped hearing his daughter's voice and turned to see her peeking through the doorway; she looked really scared and worried. "What's wong? I hewd you scweam my name."

Striker quickly wiped away his sweat. "I'm sorry I woke you, baby doll. I just had a bad dream."

"You wanna talk about it?" Maria slowly walked towards him, clinging to her teddy bear. "When I have bad dweams, you always ask me to talk about 'em."

Striker paused, unsure how to respond without scaring her. The nightmare was just too horrible; him seeing her in danger, unable to save her. He promised both Maria and Serenity that he'd protect her no matter what, but just thinking about what he'd dreamt about shook him to the core.

"It's okay, sweetie." he assured, running his hand through his hair. "It's only a grown-up thing."

"No, it's not okay. You're cwying."

Striker cursed under his breath when he noticed the tears streaming down his face. Damn it, she didn't need to see him like this. To his surprise, however, Maria climbed up onto his bed and crawled to his side.

"Please, don't be sad, daddy." The impling snuggled up to him. "I don't wike it when you're sad."

Striker wiped his eyes and wrapped his arm around her. "Don't worry, princess. I'll be alright, I promise."

"It's okay, you're not alone. You have me, wight?"

Smiling warmly, Striker pulled Maria into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're right, baby girl. Thank you for reminding me."

With that, father and daughter lay down snuggling one another.

She was right, after all; with her, he was never alone.

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BONG!

Maria paled hearing the sound. She looked up and saw the moon was glowing a bright white. Wait, why was it glowing? That only happens when... No. No, it can't be! Not now! This wasn't supposed to happen for another week!

BONG!

She immediately ran back towards the house as fast as her little legs would go. Daddy would be very mad if he found out she was gone. He warned her to stay in the house while he and Bombproof went to pick up some extra supplies for when the day would come. They'd been gone for about an hour when Maria got worried and took it upon herself to look for them. But now, she was regretting that choice so much. There was no doubt at this point: the Extermination is coming.

BONG!

Maria stopped in her tracks, good thing too, otherwise she'd have crashed into a tree. It was so dark out; the eerie white glow wasn't much help. She was totally lost. Why didn't she listen to daddy? Why did she foolishly leave the house trying to find him when she could've been at home hiding in the basement?

The ground shaking reminded her the exterminators would be on their way any minute. If any one of them saw her, she was done for. She had to hide fast! But where?

Suddenly, she caught sight of a small crevice and ran towards it. Luckily, she managed to squeeze her body inside and made sure to scoot as far from the entrance as possible. It was unlikely an exterminator would find or even reach her, but she didn't wanna take any chances.

Maria covered her ears and closed her eyes as those horrible noises from outside increased. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't dare make a sound. She had no idea how long she'd be stuck here and didn't even want to know what was happening out there. All she knew is this is where she was now and it was her own fault.

After what seemed like an hour, probably longer, Maria slowly turned her head towards the entrance and uncovered her ears. The sound of footsteps could be heard and... Uh-oh! They were coming towards her! Whimpering, Maria curled up into a ball and buried her face in her knees. One must have seen her hide and was now coming to finish her off. This is it! It's all over! She was-

"Maria?" Wait a minute, that voice. Is it really? "Where are you?"

"D-daddy?" She lifted her head and carefully crawled out of the crevice. Sure enough, there was Striker right outside, Bombproof only a foot or so away. "DADDY!"

"Oh, baby girl, thank goodness you're alright!" Striker picked her up the minute she ran towards him and held her in a loving embrace. "What the fuck were you doing out here?! Haven't I told you-"

Striker didn't get to finish when he noticed Maria trembling and sobbing hard. Clearly, she was downright terrified from the experience and, honestly, so was he. When he came home and found out his daughter wasn't home, he swore he thought he was gonna have a heart attack. And the notice that the Extermination came early made his worries worse. Striker shook his head at the thought that he almost lost her. But seeing her like this, he figured there's no point in scolding her further; she was here now, that's all that matters.

"Shhhh, there, there, princess. It's okay, you're okay." he whispered, rocking her in his arms.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." she sniffled, clinging to his shirt.

Striker wiped his daughter's tears and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you're safe now. C'mon, let's go home."

Maria nodded, her crying slowly dying down as Striker carried her towards Bombproof.

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"Come on, baby doll, you can do it."

Striker watched intently as his one-year-old daughter struggled to stand; the impling was using the wall to help her. After what seemed like a minute or two, she let go and wobbled a little but beamed realizing she was actually standing.

"Atta girl!" Striker held out his hands. "Are you ready?"

Maria stiffly moved one foot at a time as she made her way towards her dad. However, after a couple steps, she felt herself fall to the floor. Luckily, Striker caught her before she crashed; the impling giggled as he helped her back on her feet.

"There ya go, let's try that again." Striker backed up just a little bit to give her some room while still on his knees.

This time, Maria managed to get the first couple steps right, but suddenly started walking a little too fast and she ended up tripping again. She began to cry the minute she faceplanted on the floor and Striker scooped her up in his arms.

"Shh, it's okay, baby girl." he cooed, kissing her on the nose to ease the pain. "You're okay."

Maria's cries died down, but she still looked upset.

"Don't worry, little one." Striker tickled her belly. "You'll get it right one day."

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"Maria, I'm home!"

That's funny, whenever Striker came home from his errands, his daughter always came down to greet him. Where could she be? After putting away his groceries, he checked around the house, but Maria was nowhere to be seen, not even in her room. Then, he decided to check the barn, just in case. Once he opened the doors, however, there she was hunched over in a corner.

"Maria Violet Wilde!" The impling jumped hearing her father's voice. "I've been lookin' all over for ya! Why didn't you answer me when I called?"

"Sorry, daddy." Maria smiled sheepishly. Striker noticed she had a small black bundle in the crook of her arm; as he came closer, it squirmed and made a small 'mew' sound, then revealed itself to be a black kitten with red tinges and a grey muzzle, stomach, and paws. "I was... side-tracked."

Striker blinked in surprise. "Come again?"

"I found her back here all alone about a week ago." Maria explained. "She was starving, so I tried to keep her fed."

Well, at least that explains why they'd run out of milk.

"Oh, well, that's very big of you, sweetheart." Striker rubbed the back of his neck. "But, shouldn't we look for her momma?"

Maria shook her head sadly. "I tried, but I couldn't find her. I think she was abandoned. Can she at least stay with us till she's all better?"

Striker sighed, not wanting to disappoint his daughter, but he felt like he had to say something.

"Sugarplum, I gotta be honest with ya, I don't think this is a good idea." He quickly placed a gentle on her shoulder before she could protest, kneeling next to her. "Don't get me wrong, you did the right thing helpin' her, but ya can't just adopt some random animal from the wild. It's just not-"

Another mew cut his words and he saw the kitten had climbed out of Maria's hands, walked right to his other hand, and was now nuzzling him. Maria smiled warmly at the scene and Striker, to his vast surprise, found himself stroking her head; the little animal purred as he did. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be a bad idea after all, she was very cute.

With a sigh, Striker scooped the kitten up in his arm and smiled, "Oh, alright, we can look after her."

Maria beamed and hugged her father, petting their newest family member. "Let's call her Screwball!"

"Screwball? Why that? Wouldn't it be labeling her as crazy?"

"Why not? I mean, we already live a pretty crazy life, don't we?"

Striker chuckled, "Fair enough. Screwball it is."

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"WAAAAAAAA!"

"Striker, can you check on Jemima for me!"

"Okay, ma!"

The nine-year-old impling immediately got up from the table and headed upstairs to his wailing baby sister's room. Once he made it to her crib, little Jemima looked up at her big brother tearfully reaching up to him with both hands as Striker picked her up.

"Hey there, Mima, what's a matter?" Sure enough, his nose caught an all-too familiar scent. "Bleh, sis, that stinks!"

Lucky for him, there was a little table his father had built explicitly for this particular job; it'd been there since he himself was a baby and both his parents showed him the ropes with his little brother and sisters before he'd turned five. Understandably, in the beginning, he'd gagged the first couple of times he had to do this but now, despite his age, he'd gotten the hang of it with almost no trouble. Keyword: almost; there were several 'accidents' in the past.

Nonetheless, Striker wasn't deterred as he proceeded to change Jemima's diaper. Once he'd disposed of the old nasty one, he cleaned her up and wrapped a fresh one around her. Jemima laughed and clapped her little hands when he was finished.

Striker couldn't help but chuckle, "Laugh all ya want, sis. One of these days yer gonna be doin' this."

He held her in the crook of his arms as he came downstairs and sat on the couch, Jemima snuggling into him. Clayton and Rose couldn't help but watch this little moment with their oldest and youngest children as a feeling of pride swelled over them.

"He's such a good big brother, isn't he?"

Clayton wrapped an around his wife, nodding. "He'll certainly thank us for this when he has a little one of his own."

The two then quietly went back to the kitchen to prepare for lunch.

"Here ya go, princess." Maria's cries diminished the minute Striker presented her bottle and she latched onto it at once.

Striker smiled warmly as his daughter drank her milk. If he was being honest, he never imagined himself doing this to anyone other than his siblings. But ever since Maria entered his life, he was glad to put those skills back to good use. She is, was, and always will be his number one priority and he didn't want it any other way.

The only downside was that neither his parents nor Serenity, sadly, would ever be able to share any other moment like this with him. He wished they could be here with them and yet, he had a feeling they were proud of him for taking such good care of their baby girl.

About a minute or so later, Maria shoved the bottle out of her mouth and Striker placed her over his shoulder gently patting her back until a little burp was heard followed by his daughter's giggles. He laughed a little as he brought her into an embrace and sat in the rocking chair. Maria cooed and snuggled into his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat.

"You don't know how lucky I am to have you, baby doll." Striker whispered, gently running a finger through her hair. "Believe it or not, you weren't the first little one I've had to take care of, but it all comes naturally to me now as it did then." He chuckled in amusement thinking back on all those times.

Maria didn't really understand what he meant, all she cared about was daddy holding and rocking her as she yawned and fell asleep him his arms.

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Maria usually followed whatever rules or orders her daddy told her, but she was no stranger to getting into trouble every now and then. When that did happen, Striker scolded her, yet he never raised his voice at her. Still, he had to let her know he wasn't happy and she understood what she did was wrong.

However, the moment he saw the broken plate at her feet... she did not anticipate the outburst that followed.

Maria Violet Wilde, what did you think you were doing?!

I'm sorry, daddy! It was an accident, honest!

How many times have I told you to be careful with handlin' things?!

But I didn't mean to-

Don't interrupt me, young lady!  Yer lucky nothin' else broke!  Do you have any idea how much that plate costs?!

But... but I...

ENOUGH! Just leave the room and don't come back till it's time to go home, ya hear?!

Maria didn't dare talk back to her father as she ran out of the room sobbing. This never happened before; daddy never yelled at her. Yes, he'd been angry before, but not like this. At least, not in front of her. Still, she knew it was her fault. If she hadn't been so careless, that plate would still be up on the shelf in one piece. She tried her hardest to show daddy she could handle things by herself... and she failed him. That's why he yelled. Why can't she do something right for once?

The creaking sound of the barn door brought Maria out of her thoughts and she scooted into a corner of the hayloft hoping no one would find her.

"Maria!"

It was daddy. The impling didn't make a sound, not even as his footsteps came closer. Unfortunately, the sound of the steps on the ladder signaled her hiding place had been spotted. She glanced up and saw that he didn't look angry anymore, more like scared out of his wits.

Striker sighed in relief. "There you are, baby doll! I've been looking all over for ya!"

"Y-you were?"

"'Course I was. Did ya really think I wouldn't come looking for my baby girl?"

Maria didn't answer, she just curled up into a ball sniffling. Striker climbed up and sat next to her.

"Maria... about what happened earlier..."

"I'm sorry! I really am!" Maria sobbed. "I just-" She stopped when he placed a finger on her lips, shushing her; he looked... sad.

"No, sweetie. I'm sorry." Striker took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I know you didn't mean to break that plate. I'll admit I'm still a little disappointed that it happened; you should've been more careful. Still, it was no excuse for the way I acted."

Striker sighed, running a hand down his face as he remembered his outburst. The look on his daughter's face when he yelled still haunted him; she looked so terrified and hurt. The worst part? It wasn't until she ran away in tears that he realized... he'd scared her. He wanted to go find her straight away, but he still had to face Joe and Lin about the accident. Luckily, they weren't too upset about the plate-at least, not as much as he had been-but they were quick to tell him he should go talk to her.

"Are you still mad at me?" Maria asked meekly.

Striker wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Aww sweetheart, you know I can't stay mad at you. And don't be so hard on yourself; everyone makes mistakes, even me. Hell, I'd be lyin' if I told ya I never broke anything before."

Maria, feeling a little better yet desperate for affection, hugged her daddy for the first time that day crying softly; he gladly returned the gesture.

"Aww baby girl, don't cry." Striker whispered stroking her hair. "It's okay, everything's okay."

It took a while, but Maria eventually stopped crying. She looked up at him smiling meekly, her eyes still glossy.

"Ready to go home?" She nodded; he smiled back wiping a stray tear on her cheek with his thumb. "Alrighty, let's go. How about we order pizza for dinner?"

"Can I have pepperoni, daddy?"

Striker chuckled, "Sure you can, sugarplum."

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Striker noticed something was wrong the minute he saw Maria clutching her stomach.

"Maria, are you alright?"

The impling shook her head sadly. "My tummy hurts."

Striker immediately came to his daughter's side and placed the back of his hand against her head. Shit, she's burning up!

"C'mon, sweetheart, let's get ya home."

Maria felt her eyes water as she lay in her dad's arm and she shivered at least a couple of times on the ride home. Striker clenched to Bombproof's reins with his free hand and kept his eye on the path until they reached the house.

He had to stop by the ranch to let Joe and Lin know he couldn't come to work until Maria was better. Much to his surprise, they decided to give him a leave of absence for five days, Lin had even given him a basket of fresh rolls just in case she needed something to nibble on.

Once they got home, Striker helped Maria get into her night dress before tucking her into bed.

"Would ya like some water, sugarplum?" She nodded meekly. "Okay, I'll be right back."

A few minutes later, he returned to her room, cup in hand. There were a couple of ice cubes as well just in case.

"Here ya go, baby doll. I'm gonna go make ya somethin' to eat in case ya get hungry then come right back and sit with you for a while." The cowboy spoke softly as he stood up. "I'll leave the door open a crack in case ya gotta go to the bathroom. You just get some rest right now, alright?"

"Okay..." Maria murmured snuggling into her blankets; she teared up a little.

"Aww don't be sad, baby girl." Striker gently stroked her cheek. "It's natural to feel sick every once in a while. But trust me, you'll feel better sooner than ya think. And don't worry, I'm gonna be right here with ya the whole time."

This thankfully got a small smile out of her as she closed her eyes. Striker smiled as well as he quietly stepped out of her room to prepare the food.

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Maria had no idea how it happened. One minute she was by herself in the living room playing with her toys, next thing she knew, a group of mean-looking demons had burst into the house with guns in hand. She'd been quick to hide behind the chair by the corner of the wall before they could see her.

"Where are ya, Striker, ya piece of shit?"

The impling kept her mouth covered as she hid hoping they wouldn't find her. Who were these demons and how did they know daddy?

"Hey, boss, check this out!"

She took a little peek to see that one of them was looking at a picture of them.

The largest one, who was clearly the leader, chuckled, "Well, well, well. So, yer a family man now, eh? What a coincidence. Boys, check the place and see if you can find the kid."

Maria whimpered and resumed her terrified position. She wanted to run and find daddy, but what if they heard or spotted her? And what would they do to her if they did? The thought of all this made her eyes tear up with fear. Suddenly, she heard the chair shift and shrieked realizing she'd been caught.

"Well, hello, little one. Aren't you adorable?" the ringleader smirked kneeling down her level. "Tell me, sweetheart, is yer daddy around by any chance?"

She scooted back against the corner, too scared to answer.

"Not talkin, huh? That's alright. How 'bout we take ya along to go look for him. I'm sure he wouldn't want anythin' happenin' to you, now would he?" Before Maria could even try to run, she was grabbed and lifted up off the floor, her mouth covered despite her struggling in her captor's clutches. "Ah ah ah, don't struggle, darlin'. You'll be wastin' yer time. You just be a good girl and do what we say and nothing'll happen to ya... at least not yet."

Something sharp then hit him in the shoulder making him yell out in pain as he dropped Maria to the floor. All eyes turned to see an outraged Striker standing at the fallen front door hissing fiercely as he aimed two pistols at the bastards who dare try to take his daughter away. Maria hid once again as chaos insued; Striker viciously fought against the band of intruders, shooting and/or beating them to a pulp until it was just him and the ringleader. Their fight was by far the loudest and most brutal and seemed to be about over when Striker was pinned to the ground by the throat.

"Damn, I gotta say all these years and you ain't lost yer touch. Such a shame ya chose Dmitri's band instead of ours, might've worked out better for the both of ya. Ah well, least it was good to see ya one last time. And don't worry, I'll take good care of yer kid."

One yell of rage later and now Striker was back up beating the ever-living shit out of his assailant. This time, he was one on top placing his foot on the jackass' throat and shoving both his pistols in his mouth.

The cowboy snarled down at him, "You've been a pain my ass far too long, Lawrence! Now you've crossed the line by trying to take my daughter! For that, I wanna hear you beg for yer life! Do it while you're still breathing! NOW!!!"

Unfortunately, Lawrence was too stricken with fear to make a sound so Striker, without hesitation, pulled both triggers thus ending the prick's life once and for all. The two henchmen, battered and bruised from the struggle, were quick to gather up their boss' corpse and flee for their lives.

Striker made sure to keep his glare on them till he was certain they were out of sight. Then he took a moment to finally breathe.

"Dumbfucks." he murmured.

They hadn't damaged anything, save for some shattered glass and one hinge on the front door broken off; nothing he couldn't fix. Right now, however, there was something else that he needed to check on. Sure enough, he spotted a trembling, tearful Maria just now peeking out of her hiding spot. Relieved to see her unharmed, he made his way over to her. The minute he opened his arms, she ran to his embrace sobbing.

"Shhh, it's okay, Maria." Striker whispered stroking her hair. "Don't be scared. It's all over."

"D-daddy..." Maria tried to speak, still shook up.

"I... I'm so sorry, baby girl." Striker's eyes started to shed tears themselves as he held her. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."

The two held onto each other and cried softly, neither wanting to let go.

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"Maria? Are you okay, sugarplum?"

Striker quietly opened the door and stepped inside. The crib, cradle, mobile, and other baby stuff had long been replaced with a small child's bed with a lilac floral print comforter, a matching rug, and a little table which had Maria's crayons and paper all over. In one corner of the room was a toy chest he'd built for her which had several plushies sitting on top of it, most of them either ponies or kitties.

Striker spotted a trembling ball under the blankets. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted the sheets revealing a tearful Maria.

"What's the matter, baby girl?" he inquired, wiping his daughter's tears.

Maria flung herself into his arms weeping softly. Striker briefly glanced out her window only to see a clear starry night sky. If there'd been a thunderstorm out, he'd know she wouldn't be able to sleep well. What else could there be? Perhaps...?

"Aww sweetie, are ya scared of the dark?" Her nod confirmed his suspicions. "It's okay, baby girl. Daddy's here, daddy's gotcha."

The sound of his voice did little to calm Maria down. She was trembling. Striker noticed her little nightlight wasn't on and when he tried to turn on the bedside lamp nothing happened. The power must've gone out while they were asleep. A lullaby wouldn't be much help at this point, but luckily, he knew another way.

"Would ya like to hear a story?"

Maria beamed up at him. "Stowy!"

Chuckling, Striker, keeping her in his arms, went to fetch her favorite storybook: A Collection of Fairytales. He sat back down, adjusting his daughter on his lap.

"How 'bout this one? I don't think I've read it before." He knew he caught her interest when she nodded eagerly.

"On a cold and snowy winter's night, a little girl was walking all alone in the dark with freezing hands and no shoes on. When she'd left home, she had worn her mother's large slippers, but the poor child had lost them running across the street when two carriages were passing quickly by. One had been taken away by a boy and the other was nowhere to be seen."

Maria had forgotten all about the dark as she listened to the story, snuggling in her dad's embrace.

"So, the little girl went on with her bare feet, which were now red and blue from the cold. In the apron she wore, she held bundles of matches while carrying one in her hand. All day, she'd been trying to sell them, but no one had even given her a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, the child crept along feeling miserable. The snow continued falling so hard, it stung her eyes and some snowflakes stuck to her hair, but she kept going. Lights shone from every window and she could smell the delicious scent of roast goose from every house for this particular night was New Year's Eve."

Maria whimpered knowing full what that meant.

"Don't worry, baby doll, this ain't that kind of story. I promise, you're safe." Striker rubbed her arm, soothing her instantly, before resuming the story. "Eventually, the little girl sat in a corner between two houses, tucking her cold feet underneath herself, but still she grew colder and colder."

"Couldn't she go home?" Maria asked. Striker shook his head.

"She didn't dare do that because she knew her father would be angry with her for not selling a single match or making any money. Besides, it was cold enough at home as they only had a roof with holes in it."

"Hew dada's a meanie!"

"Couldn't have said it better myself, baby girl. By now, the child was so cold she thought maybe one match would at least warm her fingers. So, at last, she took one out and struck it against the wall. It blazed and burned with a warm, bright flame like a little candle and as she held her hands over it, it seemed to her that she was sitting right in front of a great iron stove with a blazing fire inside. She held her feet out to warm them as well feeling quite comfortable. But suddenly, the flame went out and the stove vanished and all that remained was the little burned match in her hand."

"The child loved the warm feeling so much, she decided to light another. Once she did, the light against the wall was so bright she could suddenly see right through it and was now looking at a large table which had plates and warm, delicious food all around. In the center of the feast was a stuffed roast goose cooked and ready to eat. All of a sudden, the goose stood up, jumped off the table, and began to run towards her."

"Did she eat it?"

"Sadly, no, for the match went out and the feast was gone; there was nothing but the thick, damp wall. When she lit another one, she found herself standing right under the largest and most beautifully decorated Christmas tree she'd ever seen."

"What's Chwistmas, dada?" Maria asked innocently. Striker pondered for a minute.

"It's a lot like Sinsmas, except made more for the ones up above us."

"You mean up thewe?"

"I do. However, the tree she was seeing had lots of candles burning bright on every branch and little painted figures, just like the ones she'd seen in shop windows, looking down at her. The child stretched her hands up to them but the match suddenly went out once more. Still, the lights of the tree burned higher and higher into the sky until she saw one fall forming a long trail of fire. 'Now someone is dying' she murmured softly; her grandmother, the only person who ever really loved her, who was now dead, had told her that whenever a star falls a soul goes up to heaven."

"Did she wight anothew?"

"She sure did and when that happened, there stood her grandmother smiling at her. The little girl began to cry: 'Oh grandmother, take me with you. I know you will go away when the match burns out, just like the stove, and the feast, and the Christmas tree.' And to make sure her grandmother would never disappear, she lit up a whole bundle of matches against the wall. They burned so bright, the light was much stronger than the sun. Then her grandmother took her in her arms and they both flew away from the cold earth all the way up to heaven, together forever."

"The next morning, people found the little girl laying back against the wall; she'd froze to death but had a smile on her face. They knew she'd been trying to warm herself, courtesy of all the burnt matches at her feet, but they'd never know about the wonderful things she'd seen or how happy she was to be with her grandmother. The end."

"Awe they in heaven now, dada?"

"They might be." Striker gently stroked his daughter's cheek as Maria let out a yawn. "Alright, let's get you back to bed, little missy."

As he tucked her in, he saw that her nightlight was shining; it must've clicked back on during the story. Now, Maria could sleep peacefully.

"Dada?"

"Hmm?"

"Wuv you."

"I love you too, princess." Striker kissed her forehead then made his way out the door once he was certain she fell asleep.

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"Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us."
-Brian Jacques

Striker found Maria sitting right in front of a familiar tree. The same tree he'd buried his love when she passed away. It'd barely changed since the last time they were here.

The impling was gently running her hand alongside the carving her dad made.

Serenity Remington

Forever ours

Maria knew what he meant by those words; he'd told her so. She also knew how painful it was being here, especially for him. He was there when it happened after all, whereas she hadn't the faintest idea of what was going on. Not that anyone could blame her, she'd been less than a year old then.

After a moment of unsettling silence, Striker walked up to her side. "Hey, baby doll."

"Hi, daddy..."

Something was definitely wrong; Striker could sense it in her tone and the look in her eyes. He knelt beside her and reached out to her, but she turned her head away squeezing her eyes shut. Striker noticed she was shaking slightly; he knew she was no good at hiding her feelings no matter how much she tried.

"Are you okay?" She shook her head still not looking up. "Sugarplum... look at me."

Maria hesitated but slowly turned her gaze back to him. When she did, Striker was shocked to see a cut on her cheek. "Sweetheart, what happened to you?" he asked trying to keep calm.

"It's nothing..."

"Maria, talk to me. Tell me what happened." She winced at her father's firm tone and looked down.

"Mother's Day is coming. I... I couldn't help but think about mommy... I don't remember much about her but... it hurts, y'know?" Maria sucked in a breath. "Claire is always picking on me. I tried to ignore her but... she wouldn't stop rubbing in my face how she has a mom and I don't... and... and..."

"And what?"

"She... she called me a... a bastard child..." Striker went stiff. Maria sniffled. "So, I punched her in the nose... then she threw a rock at me... I-I just wanted to get away..."

She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. Striker, sad to see his daughter like this, sat down and pulled her close to him. "Baby girl, don't let that brat's words get to ya. Just cause yer mama and me weren't married when you were born doesn't mean we don't love ya. I promise, we'll always love you no matter what happens. And we still do."

Maria tried to wipe her eyes when she realized she'd been crying but Striker gently stopped her.

"Hey now, what did I say about crying?"

"Th-that I shouldn't be ashamed to... even in front of you?"

"That's right." The cowboy lifted her chin to look at him. "It's okay if you wanna cry, princess. Believe me, I still do whenever I think about... well, ya know. Everybody needs to at some point."

"You sure? You don't think I'm a crybaby, do you?"

"Baby girl, I wouldn't love you any different if you were."

"C-can we stay here? I-I don't wanna go home yet."

"Course we can. Might do us both some good." Striker kissed her head. "It's okay, I gotcha."

That did it. Maria buried her face in his chest letting out all the tears she'd been holding back. Striker started shedding some of his own as he held her, rocking her in his arms.

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"Mom... why did you have to go?"

Lin recognized the look in Serenity's eyes. She'd seen it before in the eyes of both her daughters.

Luckily, she knew how to approach her as she entered the kitchen.

"Serenity?"

"Shit!" she yelped nearly dropping the glass she'd been cleaning. "Did you...?"

"Yep, I was right there."

Serenity scratched the back of her head, embarrassed... and ashamed.

"Sorry about that. It's just... every time I think it's gonna be okay, it... it keeps creeping back in." Lin gently took her hand and lead her to the table so they both could sit down. "I was so young, I barely remember her name or what she even looks like. I just wish I could understand."

"Have you asked your father?" Lin suggested. "Surely, he'd give you some answers."

Serenity shook her head. "I stopped trying a long time ago, he never liked to talk about it."

"I'm sure he'd want you to be strong. I know Striker does."

"Yeah... I wish he could've met him..."

Lin nodded, understanding her pain. Serenity's father had died in his sleep from heart attack. This was shortly after she and Striker had come back home to Wrath; the latter had been working on fixing up his old home while she went to see him and, unfortunately, had to say goodbye. He'd been the only other person she could turn to when she was troubled. Lin, herself, couldn't imagine what she'd do if she didn't have Joe or any of the kids.

"You're more than welcome to talk to me about anything, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do. And I'm glad you're here with me now, you're like the mother I always wanted."

"Aww, sweetie, no need to thank me. I'm here for ya anytime."

The younger woman smiled as Lin gently pulled her into an embrace.

"And believe me, if that bitch has the nerve to show up here, I'll kill her myself!"

Serenity couldn't find it in her to laugh at that statement. She was perfectly content with being in the comfort of the older woman's arms.

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"Do you have to?"

"It's part of the job, baby doll, I gotta go."

"Can't I come with you?"

"No, Maria." Striker's tail rattled. "We've been through this, the livin' world's not a safe place for a little one like you."

Granted, this would be his first time going to up there, but he wasn't willing to take any chances with his daughter just yet.

Maria pouted, "I'm not that little!"

"Yer five years old, girl."

"I won't get in your way."

"Honey, you have no idea what's even up there or what could happen."

"But daddy-"

"No 'buts', missy, I mean it." Striker warned sternly. "Yer stayin' here and that's that, ya hear me?"

All of a sudden, Maria clung onto him, laying her head against his shoulder. The minute she started to cry, Striker understood the true reason she was so upset and immediately embraced her. He hadn't seen her like this since that last cattle drive back at the ranch; they'd been gone a little longer than expected thanks to some stragglers.

"I don't want you to go."

Striker gently released her so he could look at her. "Don't worry, baby girl. I won't be gone long. I'm just gonna go up there, get the job done, and come right back to ya. Until then, I need ya to stay here and keep an eye on things. Can ya do that for me?"

The impling sniffled but nodded.

"That's my girl."

Someone knocked on the office door. "Hey, sorry to interrupt your little daddy daughter time, Strikes, but we got some child molesters to axe off. So, let's get going, alright?"

Maria-thankfully-was too sad to even ask what that meant. Striker kissed her forehead then stood up and walked out of Blitz's office. She slowly followed suit, just in time to see the portal to the living world open. Her eyes filled with tears again as she watched the older imps prepare to leave.

Striker froze hearing his daughter cry; his heart ached at the sound. Luckily, Millie managed to shove Blitz through and Moxxie ushered him to go soothe her before following them. Quick as lightning, the cowboy scooped her up in his arms giving her an extra tight cuddle.

"Shh shh shh, there, there, baby doll. It's okay, I'll be okay. Just sit tight and look out for me, okay?"

"Mm-hmm... I'm sorry."

"Aww sweetie, don't be sorry." Striker assured her, wiping her tears. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

Despite her small smile and nod, Maria's eyes were still watery as her dad gave her another kiss on the forehead then made his way through the portal, not before looking back and giving her a wave. Once it closed, he sighed, running his hand over his face.

"Sorry 'bout that. She's not used to me leaving her behind."

Millie spoke up first, "It's okay, Striker. All kids get separation anxiety, it's natural, especially at her age. But I'm sure she'll be glad to see ya when we get back. Try to think about that, would ya?"

Striker was a little relieved; that's exactly what he intended to do.

Back at I.M.P., Maria struggled to climb up onto the couch but made it successfully without falling. If daddy said to sit tight and wait for him, she'll do it.

"You okay, squirt?" Loona asked; she seemed genuinely concerned having witnessed the whole thing.

"Not really." Was Maria's response as she played with her skirt a little.

The hellhound spotted a blank sheet of paper. "You like drawing, right? I bet your dad would like to see something really good from you when he gets back."

Maria perked up at that. She immediately sprang from the couch, grabbed the paper, then ran back to the office to fetch her crayons.

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Maria just sat there on the couch sniffling. She felt sad but she had no idea why. All she knew was that she wanted to cry, but she didn't wanna cry in front of daddy. At the same time, however, she wanted him to hold her and comfort her. He's always there when she needs him.

After about a minute or so, the impling couldn't hold it anymore and she began to cry. Striker entered the room just in time to see his daughter crying.

"Maria? Baby doll, what's the matter?"

"Daddy... I... I..."

His heart ached seeing her like this and he immediately walked to her side.

"C'mere, honey."

She went right into his open arms and let her tears fall. Striker didn't know why she was so sad, but he didn't care. He's gonna be there for her, even if she just wants to hold onto him.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh." he whispered holding her close. "Don't cry, baby girl. It's okay, I'm here."

Maria glanced up at him with watery eyes. "Thank you, daddy."

"Anytime, sweetie. Anytime."

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Striker looked down at his sleeping daughter's form as he held her small hand, his thumb running circles along it.

This moment would've been a lot more peaceful if she weren't sleeping in a hospital bed with an oxygen mask on her face. As much as he hated seeing it on her, he understood it was helping keep her breathing under control.

Fortunately, it would only be like this for a couple more days then they could go home together.

Tears of relief welled up in his eyes and a small smile was on his face. He so damn happy the operation was a success. He put a lot of trust in the doctors who worked in this clinic to bring her back to him. The wait was difficult, but worth it.

As happy as he was that Maria made it, his mind couldn't help but wander back to what lead to this.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Striker bolted right upstairs the minute he heard Maria's cries for help. Once he arrived, he was horrified to find her lying on the floor tearfully clutching her chest. Her heart was pounding rapidly.

"It hurts, daddy! It hurts!"

The cowboy immediately picked her up, got a blanket to wrap her in, and held her close as they rode Bombproof right into town towards the clinic. He shushed and whispered comforting words to the impling over and over the whole way despite being just as scared as her.

Lucky for him, he knew just about every doctor there. One in particular just so happened to a friend of his mother and had been there for his family since the day he was born. If they could do anything to help him then surely they would now.

Of course, the hard part was having to part from his daughter so she could be checked upon. Poor Maria cried and begged for him to not let go even after he assured her he'd see her soon. It took a while, but he was not prepared for the results when they approached him.

She had a tumor... in her heart.

Striker felt for a split second that his would just stop.

Almost before he realized it, he'd collapsed onto his knees sobbing profusely.

It can't be. It just can't.

Losing his love was bad enough, but this? No, not like this.

He can't lose his little girl!

And then, a familiar face appeared; his family's friend, Katrina, arrived just in time and came to his aide. After much reassurance and comfort-it helped a little that she'd been a mother herself-Striker's sobs died down. At least, enough for him to make words.

"Please... tell me she's gonna make it..."

"Good news, the tumor is benign. But she's going to need surgery otherwise it'll only get worse."

Surgery? That's NOT what he wanted to hear. "But what if-?"

"There's no need to worry. If it's in our power, and I think it is, we will save her. I give you my word."

Striker knew damn well Katrina was determined. Therefore, he should be too. His daughter's life depended on it.

"Daddy?"

Striker must've fallen asleep at some point if the sound of the impling's voice startled him. Despite her droopy eyes, she was looking right at him.

"Hey there, sugarplum." The cowboy gently stroked her cheek. "How do ya feel?"

"Okay. What about you?"

"Ya don't have to worry about me, I'll be alright."

"I'm sorry... for worrying you..."

"Don't apologize, baby doll, it's not your fault." Striker gave her a kiss on the cheek. "What's important now is that you're here with me."

Maria managed to make a small smile and give his hand a little squeeze.

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Striker woke with a start hearing Maria whimpering and screaming. He flung the sheets off himself and raced to his daughter's room to find her clinging to her blankets while tossing and turning in her sleep. He quickly understood why and made his way to her side to try and wake her.

"Maria! Maria, wake up!" Striker called shaking her by the shoulder as gently as possible. "C'mon, sweetheart, wake up!"

The impling did so with a scream and looks around frantically while breathing heavily.

"It's okay, baby doll." Striker assured stroking her cheek. "It's only me."

Relief washed over her once she heard her father's words.

"Sorry I woke you, daddy..."

"Don't feel bad, princess. It was only a bad dream."

"Can... can I sleep with you tonight? I... I don't wanna be alone."

The cowboy smiled sympathetically. "Sure ya can, baby girl."

He carried Maria back to his room then sat in his bed leaning back against his pillows, cradling her in his arms like when she was a baby.

Maria sniffled, "I wish they'd stop..."

"Maria, bad dreams can't be helped. Sometimes they just happen whether we like it or not. Just remember, they're still only dreams and dreams can't hurt ya."

"But it hurts..."

"I know ya feel, baby girl." Striker looked down at his daughter with a sad smile. An idea suddenly came to him. "Y'know, I believe I have some pictures of your momma around. I'll give one to ya if ya like."

Maria looks up at him. "You will?"

"'Course I will. Whenever I had bad dreams, I sometimes look at my parents' wedding picture as if they're right next to me." He gestured to said picture on the bedside tabletop. It'd stayed there ever since his return home. Maria cracked a little smile but she sniffled.

"I wish mommy was really here..."

"Me too, princess." Striker pulled her into a hug. "But just so ya know, she'll always be with you and me, even if we can't see her."

"You sure?"

"I'm very sure."

The two lay in silence for some time before Maria's eyes slowly closed, soothed into sleep by her father's warmth and heartbeat. Striker gave his daughter a goodnight kiss and carefully pulled the covers over them both before joining her in sleep.

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Jemima lay in bed staring at the ceiling for some time now. As nice as it was that she finally got an apartment all to herself, she still felt... well, lonely. Her mind kept on calling back to her about where it all started. The days her family drifted apart. It was bad enough when her parents died and one of her older brothers and her older sister left home, but the feeling didn't really kick in until her oldest brother had to leave her little sister and herself at an orphanage.

Mima, I need you to look after Holly for me. I have no idea how long I'll be gone, but I'll try to come back for you. Can you be a brave girl for me?

The first couple of weeks were hard to say the least. It didn't help that Holly would constantly ask her about why they were even there and where the rest of their family was. All she could say was it was just them now and they had to take care of each other.

But she did her best to stay determined that one day, somehow, Striker would come for them and take them home.

Sadly, fate had other plans.

Jemima, Holly, there's two couples here who each would like to adopt you. Do you want to meet them?

What really broke her heart was seeing that Holly was eager to meet them and, probably, live with one of them. From what she remembered, the hellhound couple could only take one of them. Not to say they didn't like both of them and they wouldn't take up much space, but they unfortunately didn't have the best living space for two orphans.

And as if that wasn't enough, Holly actually wanted to go with them.

Don't worry, Jemmie, I'll be okay. Maybe you can come visit me sometime.

But, Holly-

I know you miss big brother, but I think he'd want us to be taken care of, don't you?

As much as Jemima hated to admit it, she knew Holly was right. She was genuinely surprised at how calm Holly sounded; for an impling, she seemed wise beyond her years. Something Jemima was a little envious of. Still, the hardest was saying goodbye.

Luckily, or so she liked to believe, the imp couple that took her in seemed to understand her pain.

It's never easy losing the ones you love, believe me, we know. But it doesn't mean you're alone.

That's right, when you love someone, they stay in your heart forever.

Jemima would never forget her adopted parents' words, not even the day they gave their lives for her. The annual cleanse was now yet another reminder of her long years of loneliness.

She wished she had her siblings' luck. Her youngest sister, as far as she knew, still lived with and was provided for by those nice hellhounds, her older sister now had a stable job and a loving family, and her oldest brother, oh was he lucky.

Jemima knew Striker had it rough since that day, too. But after their reunion back in Wrath, she could tell he'd come so far. He was much stronger and tougher than she remembered and had now become a single yet proud father to a wonderful little daughter.

Little Maria was lucky too. She didn't have to know what being an orphan was like; to cry herself to sleep for many nights, to wake up in an entirely different home full of strangers, to lose everything she held onto. And Jemima was certain Striker wouldn't let that happen again.

With a sigh, Jemima picked up her phone and dialed his number. He wouldn't appreciate being called on a work night, but she didn't care.

Just hearing his voice would do her some good.

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"Daddy, wook! What's all dat white stuff?"

Striker joined his daughter's side by the window. "Well, I'll be! That, baby doll, is called snow."

Maria looked at him curiously. "Snow?"

"Mm-hmm. It's a sign that winter's come early this year. And if I'm looking at this right, it came just in time for Sinsmas."

"But isn't Sinsmas tomowwow?"

Striker chuckled, "Yes, it is. Tell ya what, why don't you get yerself dressed and I'll show you how to make a snowman, sound good?"

He knew he'd gotten her excited the minute she started rummaging through her dresser before he left to get changed himself. It wasn't long till they were both in their hats, coats, gloves, and boots (Striker had to help Maria with hers as she'd been struggling) and now stepped outside.

Maria squealed with delight and started running around the yard trying to catch some of the falling snowflakes. Striker smiled warmly at the sight.

"Pop, look, I got one!"

Clayton chuckled, "Wow, ya got a big one alright, son!"

"Can I bring it inside?"

"I'm sorry, champ, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Aww, why not?" Striker asked his dad sadly.

"Because if ya do, it'll be nothing a but a little puddle in yer hand. You don't want that, do ya?"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Exactly. Let's just keep the snow outside, it looks much better that way."

All of a sudden, a snowball smacked Clayton square in the face. Striker turned in time to see Darius, already preparing another one, come out of hiding laughing. "Sorry, pop, couldn't resist! I gotcha good, didn't I?"

Clayton looked at his sons sternly. "Boys, did you happen to plan out somethin' like this?"

Striker and Darius smiled sheepishly, "Maybe..."

"Ah ha, somehow I thought as much. Well, in that case-" With a devilish smirk, he proceeded to gather up some snow in his hands. "I'll give you two a ten second head start, so ya better start runnin'!"

Laughing, the boys bolted as their dad started chasing them before pelting them with his snowballs. Satisfied by his win, he gathered them into his arms and spun around, swinging them around.

A tear slipped down Striker's cheek, but he was still smiling. He wiped it away then went to go join his daughter.

It took some time and effort, but soon they were putting on the finishing touches of Spitfire's face. Maria even traced on a smile with her finger.

"He wooks gweat!" Maria beamed.

Striker looked at their creation in pondering. "Hmm, I think he's missin' somethin'."

"What?"

"You wait right here, baby girl. I'll be right back." He went back inside the house coming out a minute later with a red scarf. It'd been one of his old ones from when he was little; he was amazed how it'd lasted all these years since he left. But best not let it go to waste.

Once he'd wrapped it around the snowman's neck, he smiled once more. "There! That outta do it!"

Maria clapped her hands but suddenly shivered as a gust of wind blew against her.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today." Striker insisted scooping her up.

Maria moaned sadly, "Aww, can't me make anodew?"

"Maybe tomorrow, sweetheart. Right now, let's get warmed up. I'll make your favorite dish for breakfast."

"Okay."

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Maria hugged her teddy bear close to her as she slept. When all of a sudden, the faint sound of thunder rumbling is heard, making her whimper in her sleep.

The impling did her best to stay asleep, but the thunder just got louder followed by heavy rainfall. She clutched onto her blanket, sniffling.

In the hallway, Screwball was prowling around keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors; her owner's father gave her the order ever since she'd been welcomed into the family and took her job very seriously, especially if the unwanted visitor happened to be one they called Blitz.

So far, nothing happened. But one can never be too careful on nights like this.

Suddenly, her ears perked up to the sound of Maria's sniffling and whimpering. She approached the door and peeked in seeing her in distress. Instinctively, the kitten entered the room and leaped up onto her bed then walked right up to Maria and started licking her cheeks.

Maria blinked her eyes open to see Screwball giving her as much comfort as she could muster and making a little mew.

"Hi, Screwy." she spoke softly with a little smile. "Can you sleep with me and Peanut tonight?"

Luckily, the kitten seemed to understand as she now snuggled under her arm and nuzzled her, purring softly. Another rumble of thunder rang and Maria whimpered again, but Screwball licks and nuzzles her cheek some more calming her instantly. Maria gently held her close as the two soon fell asleep.

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Serenity smiled down at the sleepy baby girl laying in her arms.

She was glad she brought her into this world. Sure, giving birth was the hardest part, but it was still worth it. They both made it, that's all that mattered.

"You are such a sweetie, little one." Serenity whispered to her. "I think I might have to fight Striker just to hold you like this."

She let out laugh, remembering the joyful teary-eyed look in Striker's eyes when he first held their baby. There was no doubt about it, she'd clung to his heart and no way was she gonna let go. Serenity didn't really mind; she knew she was her daddy's little girl.

"Between you and me, I look forward to seeing him try to fight off any boy that catches your eye once you're grown up." Serenity smirked. "He'll probably be wishing for you to stay small forever, but we know it don't work that way. But I am sure of one thing: whatever you do in your life, you'll make us both very proud."

The impling cooed sleepily as Serenity stood up from her rocking chair and carried her downstairs. Striker would be home soon, so best not keep him waiting.

-Present Time-

Maria, little white flowers in hand, made her way towards the tree. Lucky for her, daddy had taken her there many times before, so she knew the way there and back. The place remained unchanged since her last visit, save for a patch of grass that'd grown around. She smiled and placed the flowers down before running a hand against the carved plague as if mommy was right there in front of her and she was caressing her face.

"Hi, mommy. I learned how to ride Bombproof today." Maria murmured. "I kept asking daddy when I'm gonna get my own horse, all he says is, 'Not till yer ten, baby doll.'" She giggled a little then sighed wistfully, "I know it's hard for you, but... I wish you could be here with us. I just... I miss you... and so does daddy..."

Maria sniffled, wiping her eyes before making a little smile. "But don't worry, I'll do my best. I promise I'm gonna make you both proud."

"Maria, time for dinner!" Daddy's voice called in the distance.

"Coming, daddy!" The impling petted the tree one more time today. "I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll tell daddy you say hi." Then, she gave the carving a little kiss. "I love you, mommy."

As Maria ran back to the house, a breeze blew against the leaves and grass as if Serenity were watching her.

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Striker did not want to believe what he was seeing, but it couldn't be helped.

Serenity, his once strong, brave, and wonderful lady now looked so weak and pale. He almost couldn't recognize her now.

But sadly, as much as he wished otherwise, there was no doubt about it. She was fading. Fast.

She gave him a weak, apologetic smile, grasping his hand with what little energy she had left. "Striker..."

"Shh, take it easy there, doll." Striker gently stroked her cheek. "Yer gonna be alright..."

The two imps glanced briefly over at the cradle; lucky for them, Maria was still sound asleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening.

"I'm sorry..." Serenity coughed a little. "I'm so sorry... I tried..."

"It's not yer fault, darlin'." Striker assured her. "Much as I hate to admit it, we both knew this might happen." He took a deep, shaky breath. "I just didn't think it'd be so soon."

"Me neither... I thought I could get through it... but now..."

"Don't you dare talk like that." The fear in his voice was evident to her, despite the state she was in. "Ya can't... ya just can't..."

It was when Serenity shakily reached up to his face and started to dry his eyes that he realized he'd been crying. A part of him felt stupid for being like this. He's supposed to be strong for her. For their daughter.

"Striker... will you promise me something?"

"Anythin', doll."

"Please... promise me you'll take care of Maria for me... don't let anything happen to her... she needs you..."

Striker once again looked back at his sleeping daughter. He knew damn well Serenity was right. Maria did need him. Hell, now she'd need him more than anything. Ain't no way was he gonna let their... his little girl down.

But still, his heart ached knowing Serenity wouldn't be there to see her grow up. Even more so that he wouldn't be able to... pop the question. He'd found the perfect ring for her too. He wished this was all a bad dream and they'd wake up side by side. He'd dreamt many times of what could've been; their wedding, Maria running around playing with a little brother and sister, he even pictured himself walking her down the aisle and the two of them with their grandkids.

But alas, that was just not to be. Not ever.

Hesitantly and reluctantly, he nodded. "I promise, Serenity... I promise you, I'll raise her to be the best damn imp she can be."

Serenity smiled one last time and gave the hand she held onto a kiss. "I know you will... I love you so much..."

Striker could only watch as she closed her eyes, at last giving up on the fight. Her hands slipped down next to her, no longer moving. He couldn't hold it back anymore and lay his head beside her lifeless form letting out all the tears he'd been fighting the whole time.

After what seemed like ages, not that he cared to know, he lifted himself back up and wiped his eyes. It was then a small coo got his attention and he immediately knelt down next to the cradle.

"Hey, sweetie." he whispered stroking her cheek with a finger. "How are ya?"

Maria suddenly held her hands out towards Serenity. She couldn't understand why she was sleeping and didn't wake up. Striker's heart clenched once more, sad that she wouldn't be able to see her mother again.

"I'm sorry, baby doll... yer momma can't be with us anymore." That's all he could say for now. He'll tell her when she's older.

Maria must have sensed something was wrong from daddy's sad tone as now she was about to burst into tears herself. Striker picked her up and held her close allowing her to cry in his arms. He didn't dare let her go, especially not at this grim time. He made a promise after all.

"It's okay, Maria. Daddy's here, daddy's gotcha." Striker gently rubbed one hand up and down her back as he held her. "Don't worry, daddy's never gonna leave you. I promise I'll always protect you. I love you so much, baby girl."

Finally, Maria's cries simmered down and she let out a cute little yawn. Smiling down at his daughter, he carried her out of the room.

He'd bury Serenity in the morning. Right now, they both needed each other.