Title: Flying Without Wings

Author: Melissa Someone

Story Category: Power Rangers RPM

Rating: Teen

Summary: She knew long before he did that she was meant to be his wife and his soul mate….and she'd do anything for him.

Pairing: Flynn/OC

Disclaimer. Don't own PR, Disney does…although I wish their interest in the show was much greater than what it is right now. DJ Rocca owns a couple of ideas… but for those of you who have read her fics, you'll know when you see them. Westlife sings the song this title belongs to.

Fic Dedications: To Eddie Guzelian for being the Executive Producer of the first half of RPM - You did an incredible job shaping the series and I wish Disney had kept you on the project. To Ari Boyland for an incredible performance as Flynn and restoring my shaky faith in Blue Rangers with his portrayal of Flynn - I wish you the absolute best in your acting career, Mr. Boyland….And last but certainly not the least: Chelle aka DJ Rocca - Thank you for being my idea beta and putting up with my insane ideas.

Warning: frank mentions of sex…. If you don't like, press the back button.

Prologue: Light of My Life

The day he saw her was his first day of kindergarten. He was just content to watch her as her preschool class primly came onto the playground. She'd often go for the slide or a swing although climbing the jungle gym was a once in a blue moon habit. He quickly learned she hated heights due to her cousin nearly dropping her from a second story house. Luckily, her mother caught her but she'd come out of the experience dreading their school, which was a four story building.

Their fathers were friends, having been friends themselves since primary school together. At the time, what Flynn didn't realize was that he was feeling love – the puppy love sort that leads to cooties, according to third graders. He'd decided to approach her and introduce himself to her.

"Hi...I'm Flynn McAllistair." he said.

"Sierra Winter - O'Brien. " She replied in her high pitched voice. "I have Ms. McKieran for preschool." Flynn smiled at her. 'She's pretty – for a tiny preschooler.' he thought.

"Mrs. McGinnis." Flynn said off hand. He took the time to observe the younger girl...she couldn't be more than 2 or 3 years younger than him. She had blonde hair and brown eyes that could see right through him. Technically, she was Scottish through her maternal line, but her father was Irish.

"Nice to meet you." Sierra replied, giggling. She went off chasing one of the other preschooler boys who had taken her hat right off her head.

"I think she's jest stolen yer heart, McAllistair." teased Phillip Donall.

"Och what the hell would you know about it?!" Flynn snapped. Although Phillip had the right of it, Flynn himself wouldn't find out until much later...

Sierra looked anxiously around for Flynn McAllistair at his father's Christmas party. The boy who she'd become friends with seemed to be avoiding her at the moment. "Hey, Sierra." Her best friend, Morgana walked up to her. "Whatsit you're looking for?" Sierra felt like throwing a fit, to be honest.

"I'm looking for Flynn McAllistair. He promised me that he'd be here, Ana." Sierra sat down on the stairs with an air of disappointment, her bangs falling into her eyes. "I hate him now."

"Oh, you don't hate him...Sierra. If you did, you wouldn't be looking for him." Morgana said as she sat down next to her best friend. "If anything, you love him." she teased. "I bet you 12 bucks that you'll end up marrying him." Sierra made a face at her best friend. She'd rather kiss a duck than marry Flynn McAllistair.

"Eww, gross...Is what you're talking about...is that what my ma feels for my da?" Morgana nodded. "That must mean they share a lot of cooties, then...Eww." That made Morgana laugh.

"Guess who's under the mistletoe, waiting for your kiss?" Morgana asked.

"A big, fat reindeer." Sierra muttered morosely. She missed Flynn. There was a wave of laughter coming from her other best friends. "Or a rat."

"No, silly!" Alexandra, who was in Flynn's kindergarten class, announced. "It's Flynn!"

"Say what?" Sierra whispered. "He's under the mistletoe?" That made things easier for the young girl and brought a smile to her face. Even at that young age, her friends could tell that she loved Flynn.

" Hi, Lass." Flynn said as she approached him.

"Hi...Um, Flynn? Did you realise that we're standing under the mistletoe?" Flynn looked up and suddenly remembered the tradition of kissing your sweetheart under the mistletoe.

"Oh, bloody hell no!" the young Scotsman said, shaking his head and running to his room upstairs. Sierra wanted to cry. All she just wanted to do was share a traditional kiss with Flynn under the mistletoe.

"I'm going to hate you forever, Flynn Iain Leith McAllistair!" she whispered furiously.

Some years later...

Allison groaned as Sierra followed Flynn and her to Flynn's house. It was obvious that Sierra was infatuated with the older teenager, although Allison chalked it down to mere hero worship. "So what did you learn t'day, Lass?" Flynn asked in his heavy Scottish brogue. He had explained that this was a game he'd played with Sierra whenever she was in Scotland, attending summer school.

"Flynn, can't you ditch her? You're my boyfriend, not hers!" Allison complained to the sixteen year old.

"Hey, he's my best friend!And I've known him longer than you've had boyfriends on the junior varsity team without him knowing!" Sierra yelled. Flynn blinked. He hadn't known that Sierra knew about Allison's cheating habits...

"And ye're not old enough to date him yerself." Allison spat back at the young woman. "I'm his age at least. You're 13, going on 14."

"You're 16, going on dirty old bitch." Flynn had to bite back a laugh at Sierra's retort. Sometimes, Sierra could be a royal pain in his arse, but right now...Aye, he loved the wee lass. He nearly fell backwards into the grass as he realized he was In love with her.

The first thing that crossed his mind once he recovered from the shock of the revelation was the question of how he could have ignored his own feelings for so long. "Flynn, I can't take this anymore. It's me or her..." Allison threatened, giving Flynn the ultimatum that he so dreaded. Now, he could choose between them and say that he'd made the right choice.

"Go home, Allison." He murmured softly so only she could hear. "I won't have an unfaithful girlfriend and even if I have to wait for Sierra tae reach her majority, at least I know she'd be faithful to whomever she went out with." Suddenly Flynn saw Sierra rush into her house.

"Wait for that brat to reach her majority, McAllistair? You'll have a long wait. She's half the woman I am." This angered Flynn now. Sierra was his love!

"If that were true, dinna fash yerself, Allison. She'll be worth the wait." Flynn snapped before he went up and knocked on the door. The O'Brien butler, Melvin, opened the door.

"And what can I do for ye, Master Flynn?" He asked graciously.

"I'd like to see Sierra." He gulped, hoping the elderly butler would let him in and explain to Sierra his choice.

"Oh, of course but first, Master Steven would like to have a word with you." Again, Flynn gulped. He hoped that Mr. O'Brien didn't see his daughter run in like she had. He followed Melvin to Mr. O'Brien's study. "Master Steven, Master Flynn is here to see you."

"Flynn, me lad, come on in." Steven seemed in a good mood so Flynn assumed he hadn't seen Sierra running in.

"Hi, Mr. O'Brien. Ye wanted to talk to me?" he asked as he sat down in the place his father's friend had indicated. The multi-billionaire nodded.

"Flynn, do ye recall me telling ye that Sierra's mother was the Duchess of Raeburn?" Flynn nodded, wondering what this could be about. "Good. When I was yer age, I married her. Sierra's mother wasn't much older than Sierra is right now, in fact."

"Where is this going, sir?" Flynn asked.

"Flynn, I want ye for me son in law. I'm sure that Sierra loves ye, why else would she still chase after ye?" Flynn gulped guiltily, wondering if he had ruined it.

"Now?" He squeaked.

"Nay, Laddie. I meant when Sierra is sixteen and ye're eighteen. Me wife made me promise to never marry her off before her sixteenth birthday." Steven smiled at the young man sitting in front of him.

"Can I ...um, propose to her or ye dinna think that's appropriate?"

"Flynn, I trust ye with me daughter anyway. That's fine but... can ye help her come up to scratch on her arithmetic? She's been spending far too much time with Morgana." Flynn recalled Morgana, who was Allison's younger sister. He threw a half grin at the multi-billionaire

"I doona want her associating with Morgana. Ye see, I jest broke up with Allison, her older sister and..."

"Neither do I, Flynn. I doona like the influence Morgana has over my daughter." The multi-billionaire said solemnly. Flynn couldn't believe that he would marry Sierra in little over 2 ½ years. "Please, doona speak of this tae the lass. She'll think I'm interfering with her budding love life."

"I promise." Flynn replied.

Flynn chose an unusual way to propose to Sierra. He went to the florist, taking with him the diamond ring he had designed himself. He explained that he wanted the ring placed into an unopened bud. The florist assured him that it would be done. After it was done, he picked it up and went to Sierra's home to help her study. On the way, Allison tried to get back together with him but he staunchly refused her advances.

"Flynn!" Sierra cried out when she saw Allison pestering him.

Allison pouted when she saw him give Sierra the rosebud that she thought he intended for her but realized Flynn was in love with the little brat. She stomped off.

"Lass, this is for ye. I'm sorry fer being a real ass yesterday." Flynn said, handing the vase to Sierra.

"Oh, Flynn." The fourteen year old looked up at Flynn. "Ye weren't an ass...maybe a jerk, but never an ass." she placed it not far from where she stood.

"Sierra..." Here the fourteen year old stood on her tiptoes and kissed Flynn senseless. Then she picked up the vase and went inside.

It took three days for the rose to bloom but in the end, it was worth it to see the reaction on Sierra's young face. He had been helping her with her arithmetic homework on that day.

"5 X 5, Si." He asked holding up the card.

"25, Flynn. This is really boring, spending our dates like this." she complained. Flynn scooted his chair a little closer to Sierra.

"Aye...but ye're too young to make out with me, Lass." Flynn replied, choosing a card from the pile on his lap. "And I promised yer da I would help ye improve yer grade in arithmetic." Flynn was being sorely tempted to take a kiss from her, but knew Steven O'Brien quite well – the older man would kick his arse if he succumbed to Sierra's suggestion. "6 x 6."

"Kiss my ass." Sierra said, folding her arms and rolling her eyes.

"Lass, as I've already explained, we have to spend our dates like this because ye're failing arithmetic and ye are too young to make out with me. Now, I asked ye fer the answer to 6 x 6."

"36 and you can still kiss my ass, Flynn." Sierra said, looking out the window.

"Sierra..." Flynn replied, setting down the pile of cards. "If ye do nae stop...I willna have no choice but to leave." Flynn didn't want to leave but neither did he want his arse kicked by his future father in law.

"Fine...Go. And while you're at it, get back together with Allison. I hate you."

"I love ye, lass. I love ye so much but I doona want me arse kicked by yer father and tae jeopardize our chances..." He immediately clammed up. He wasn't supposed to speak of what he and Steven discussed.

"Our chances of what, Flynn?" Flynn spotted that the rosebud had just bloomed. He grinned at her and she looked up at the newly opened rose. "Oh my god! Is that a ring...but you said I was too young..." Flynn grinned even wider at her.

"Sierra Catherine Winter – O'Brien, will you marry me when you turn 16?" He asked her.

"Yes!" She exclaimed with a smile and hugged her fiance. Flynn didn't mind that she had sat on his lap as she hugged him.

Two short years later...

The sun shining brightly outside was a rare occurrence in County Clare, Ireland. That much, Sierra O'Brien thought, she did know. The old superstition meant good luck on a marriage that was about to begin, according to Sierra's long deceased mother. Problem was, Sierra wasn't about to get married. She was headed back to Galway Bay Irish Catholic School for girls. She was going back to the secret beatings by her teachers and the unintentional teasing of her school mates. Perhaps sometime this year...she'd marry Flynn

She longed for Scotland, where she could be free without having to be mindful of her stupid title. She wanted to be with Flynn, her childhood sweetheart, the one who made her heart beat madly in her chest every time she saw him. He was the only young man that saw her as she really was on the inside and not as a means to a quick end.

"Just think, you'll be finished with School in two years and married to Flynn after that." Her father, Steven O'Brien reminded as he sat on her bed, a smile on his face.

He remembered a younger Sierra always chasing after Flynn to give him a kiss. Then after the incident with Alex, he had moved her back to Ireland, so she could recover from the disaster but his daughter had grown reticent since she'd moved back to the place of her birth.

On her fourteenth birthday, Sierra was playing Truth or Dare with her friends from school when she'd picked 'Dare'. Steven knew she hadn't expected her best friends to dare her to kiss sixteen year old Flynn. Sierra was about to open her mouth to ask for another dare when the sixteen year old kissed her and then announced he loved her.

After that, Flynn insisted that Sierra spend Christmas and New Years with him in Scotland, which Steven was happy to grant the unexpected request to the young man. He trusted Flynn with his only daughter, because he knew Flynn never pushed Sierra if she didn't want to do something.

He was shaken out of his reverie by Sierra crying out, "I don't want to marry him in two years, Da! I want to marry him now!" she exclaimed, pissed off.

She'd tried to explain that she did not like the school, but couldn't explain why. She couldn't even explain to Flynn why it was necessary that she leave her dad's home, even though she was sure Flynn would fly through the roof when he found out and confront her father about it. Her father seemed pissed after that and left.

She knew that his storming out of her room meant there would eventually be a lot of hell to pay later... but she would not back down. She was the only daughter of Aileen McKenna and Steven O'Brien and whatever happened, she would never ever back down in a million years.

"I don't know what the hell has bit her in the arse, Bruce, but I swear I'm looking in a mirror. Her mother wasn't half this impertinent, and she was a Scotswoman." Bruce McAllistair listened as he worked on a car.

"Aye, yer bonnie lass takes after ye, Stevie. She'd give me Flynn a run for his money in temper, that's fer sure." Bruce said absentmindedly as he tuned the car up.

"I'm tempted to marry her off to some old Irish earl. Perhaps I should, to scare the crap out of her." Steven said rolling his eyes. "My da married me off to Aileen to ground me, ye know." The multi billionaire looked at the greenery as he thought.

"I know, Stevie. I was yer best man, remember?" It was Bruce's turn to roll his eyes at Steven. "Yer family was so kind to me when I arrived as an exchange student in fifth grade."

"And now look at us, our wives are both dead, our bairns nearly grown and ready to leave the nest with us still being friends." Steve agreed. He smiled at the mechanic and Bruce smiled at him in return. "Sometimes I miss the six year old Sierra telling eight year old Flynn that she's going to kiss him and he's so petrified of getting cooties...he starts running away from her." Steve reminisced.

"Och, those were the days...Ye and I could laugh ourselves silly over that without the bairns being mad at us. Ye know, I got an idea...ye say ye want to scare the crap out of Sierra? Well ye could say yer willin' to set her agreement to marry my son and then marry her by proxy to the Irish Earl of Kenmore..."

"No!" They heard Flynn exclaim, who was out in the yard fixing a car. He was just finishing up his apprenticeship with his dad and he had overheard their whole conversation.

"Flynn Iain Leith McAllistair, what have I told ye about butting into other people's conversations where yer nose doona belong?" Bruce said to the eighteen year old. Flynn glared at his father as he faced him, looking at him square in the eyes.

"She's mine, Da. She's been mine since she dumped her lunch on me after that fight!" Flynn yelled. Bruce groaned and looked at Steven.

"You want to help me out here, pal?" he asked. Steven just beamed at Bruce and shook his head. Bruce rolled his eyes and then looked at his eighteen year old son. "Of course ye won't. Look, Flynn...Steven knows ye want to marry Sierra. But he jest wants to teach the lass a lesson before he hands her to ye."

"Oh." Was all Flynn could say.

"Now jest go work on yer car and quit butting in." Bruce said sternly. Flynn went back to his car and was silent for the rest of the day.

Sierra slipped on her mother's beautiful wedding gown, the gown being a perfect fit like a worn baseball glove. Light pink seed pearls decorated the dress in a tasteful, yet elegant fashion. She had hoped to wear this gown on the day she married Flynn.

"Da…Can't I see Flynn one last time before the wedding? I want to tell him goodbye, since I'll live in Ireland fully now."

"There will be plenty of time after the weddin' to talk to him." Steven insisted. 'After all, I think they'll be doing much more than talking if I know my almost son-in-law.' He thought as he looked at Sierra in her mother's gown. His daughter didn't look pleased. After all, his wife had no patience with practical jokes, God rest her soul and Sierra was just like her mother.

"Da, ye've lost yer mind! After that, I'll be a married woman…" Sierra complained. Her father nodded as he silently agreed with her.

"Well, Flynn had to run the business today, Lass. It's time ye moved on." He gruffly said in reply before he left. All Sierra could do after her father left was to sit down on an available chair and cry her heart out for the husband she would never have and always would want.

"Sign here, lass." Sierra's father instructed as soon as the farce of a ceremony was over. Sierra glanced at the certificate. She recognized Flynn's full name and signature immediately. "Lass, what are you waiting for?" Her father asked.

'I married Flynn.' She thought, wishing she could just faint. 'I married Flynn by proxy.' He was finally hers! She'd savor it later but right now she needed to figure out why her father had planned this deceit of her marrying the Irish Earl, who was old and fat. Blood rushed to her ears, thundering like horses. She wasn't aware that Flynn had come here to collect her. She just quickly signed the marriage certificate with an angry flourish and turned to face her father. "Why? Did ye think I am as stupid as Ma was before she married you?" her voice rose as she asked her father this.

"Lass, I doona think ye're stupid and never have thought that in the first place. Ye're a little headstrong for yer age, but never stupid." Her father sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Oh I don't know about that. Scott thinks I was dropped on my head as a baby." Sierra retorted. Her father gaped at her.

"Now ye're listening to the Truman brat?!" Sierra shrugged. She'd wondered what her father would make of Scott's pre-teenage comment and now she had his reaction. "I should have never allowed him to date ye last year."

"Da, this whole trick about me marrying the earl was uncalled for. If Mom weren't dead, she'd have your hide!" Sierra yelled.

"If your mother were alive, she would not have allowed ye to copy anything that Flynn did as a child and probably would have advised me not to let ye date Scott!" Mr. O'Brien yelled back at his recalcitrant daughter.

"Hanging around Scott was a hell of a lot better that being with you." Sierra spat. She tried to stomp out of the church but Flynn wouldn't let her, having conveniently placed himself in front of her and effectively cutting off her escape route. "Damn it, Flynn Iain Leith McAllistair, get yourself out of my way. This is none of your affair." Sierra demanded.

"Actually, Lass...it is me affair. Ye see, ye became me affair when ye promised to love honor and obey me as yer lawful husband." Flynn said, smiling at her. "An' the only way that ye are gettin' ta leave this church is with me even if I have to haul yer bonnie arse over me shoulder, leannan." Frustrated by the events prior to Flynn's arrival and pissed by Flynn's refusal to move his big carcass self aside, Sierra did the only thing she could do - hit Flynn's tux covered chest. Flynn, by now, was used to Sierra's erratic mood swings, so he ignored it as best as he could. "It's okay, lass." Flynn said as she continued to hit his chest. "Calm down." Sierra was crying and this made Flynn glare at his new father in law.

"So how long was I going to be kept in the dark about this plan?" She asked. Neither man answered out of guilt.

He eventually was able to coax his bride into a bear hug as she sniffled. "I want to have a talk with yer father, leannan. Why don't ye wait in the car for me? I swear I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Can I have a kiss first?" Sierra asked as she sniffled again.

"Aye, Lass. Now ye doona have to ask." Here Flynn kissed her. Like the incident where she had just turned fourteen, he had forgotten where he was and who was in the room with him besides his new bride. They didn't stop kissing until Steve cleared his throat.

"Flynn, laddie, save that fer later when ye're alone with her." Steven asked as the new couple separated after their kiss. Sierra went and sat in the car, alternating between staring at her father and crying.

"Ye were supposed to tell her before the actual wedding." Flynn hissed once Sierra had gotten into the car. "And who in hell is Scott?"

"Scott Truman is an old childhood friend of hers. He wanted one date to see if she was the one. I guess it was something that the jocks at his school had dared him to do. Something about Sierra being the one for him. Of course Scott sensed it right away that she wasn't the one but he went out with her just to satisfy the requirements."

"Do I need to be fiercely jealous?" Flynn asked.

"Nah. Scott actually said he wanted to remain friends with Sierra. Said that he likes more smarter chicks. And if it counts for anything, Sierra still had her heart set on ye."

"That does count." Flynn softly replied. "So why'd ye not tell her? I mean, she had to find out when she signed the certificate."

"I wanted ye to be a surprise. " The old man lifted a hand to rub his temple again.

"Och...you've done it now." Flynn murmured. "I'm going to have bruises from her punches." He rubbed the spots where Sierra had hit him.

"You best go tend to her." Steven said. "And Flynn...try to be gentle with her later on." From the gesture of Steven's hands, Flynn guessed he meant during the wedding night.

"I will, I'm not an animal, ye ken?"

"I know Flynn, but the very first night...Aileen asked me to stop before...you know...and Flynn, I regret to say I didn't heed her." Steven looked at a distant house as he usually did after he was upset.

"I will, Steve. I promise." He loved Sierra so much, so for him to watch her cry really hurt him down to the core of his heart. He looked at Sierra, who was pursing her lips angrily at her father to keep from crying. He made a face at her and for a couple of minutes, she laughed at his face.

"Ye're a man of your word, Flynn." He smiled at the younger man. "Okay go... I think Sierra needs ye."

Flynn nodded and went to his car. Sierra was sniffling by the time Flynn got into the driver's seat. "I'm so sorry, Lass. I assumed he'd told ye before the ceremony." He placed a hand on her dress-covered thigh.

"It's..okay..Flynn. Did...I hurt you?" she asked between sniffles. If there was one thing she did today that she'd regret, it was hitting her husband's chest.

"Nah... There might be a few bruises come morning, but I'll be okay. I'm more worried about ye, lass."

"This isn't how I envisioned my wedding as a kid." she wailed. "I had it planned to the last detail!" Sierra burst into fresh tears. Flynn waited for her to stop crying. Eventually the tears dissolved into sobs and then into sniffling.

"Och Lass..." He trailed off and kissed her gently. "There's still the wedding night to look forward to."

She smiled. "If you don't stop kissing me, we'll end up having our wedding night in the back of your truck and I'd much rather do it in bed."

The moment they got up to Flynn's room, Flynn delicately peeled the dress off his wife. When he saw the bleeding bandages, he saw red. "Lass, who's been doing this to ye?" he asked. Whoever had done this to her…they'd pay because he was going to go Highlander on their ass.

"Mr. O'Flaherty." The teacher that she mentioned was her history teacher, Flynn recalled. "He seems to get his jollies off of beating the shit out of me as do the rest of my male teachers."

"Ye are never going there again, even if I have to keep ye barefoot and pregnant fer the next two years and even that isn't something I really believe in doing, Lass. I promise." He murmured as he cleaned up the blood and applied fresh bandages.

Sierra awoke and looked at her husband. A fresh wave of love washed over her as she realized the seriousness of her husband's vow. "I love you Flynn." She whispered as she touched his jawline with her thumb.

She got up, dressed, and went downstairs. Her new father in law was cooking dinner. "So…How was ye surprise? Yer Da was sorry that he tricked ye as soon as we left the church parking lot." Bruce asked as he flipped the hamburgers.

"I have to admit, I never saw the proxy marriage to Flynn coming." Sierra said with a grin. "But it was worth it to find out that I had gotten myself hitched to Flynn."

"Yer ma, gad rest her soul, wasn't happy when she found out she was marrying your Da." Bruce informed. "But Stevie began to charm her and she took the bait. Yer parents loved each other since then and I can see my son has the same effect with ye."

"Yeah, he was the flirt growing up."

"Nay, Lass. It was ye he flirted with because no one ever came close to makin' him feel like ye did when ye were fourteen." Bruce said as he calmly took out a plate and put the hamburgers on it.

"Hey." Flynn came down and hugged his bride. "I have something fer ye, Lass." He handed her four small jewelry boxes and a letter. Sierra looked at her husband quizzically. "This is for ye."

Sierra opened the letter. When she had shakily taken it out and unfolded it, it said…

Dearest Sierra,

I'm writing this as an assignment for my English class and likely Alex will kill me fer it later when I read it in front of the class. I…I love ye, Yer Grace. I should have known I was smitten from the start with ye, especially since the lunch incident. I hope this doesn't offend ye, but will you marry me when we're older?

Yers Forever,

Flynn McAllistair

All Sierra could do was laugh at the 'I'm writing this for an English assignment.' because it was so like Flynn to open a personal letter like that. When finished, she put the letter down and opened the first jewelry box and found a delicate diamond ring. "I intended for that to be an engagement ring but…" Flynn started.

"Flynn, it's beautiful. How did you know I was born in April?" she asked. She always had celebrated it in May.

" Had a feeling but coerced yer Da into telling me. He said that ye were born near the end of April and the first of May was yer due-date. It was yer ma's idea to celebrate it on the due-date." Flynn admitted.

"I'm going to wear it as my wedding ring." Sierra slipped the ring on her wedding finger. It fit perfectly. She opened the next box and found a necklace. "You made a whole set?" she asked with disbelief.

"Aye. I took the silversmith class all four years in High School. Why, ye don't like them?" he asked her, frowning.

"No! Oh, Flynn…They're beautiful." Sierra got up and threw herself into her husband's arms. "Thank you!"

"Och, yer welcome, Lass. Ye remember Allison?" he asked.

"The girlfriend in tenth grade? Yeah, what about her?" Sierra recalled a spoiled brat, who hadn't approved of all the time Flynn spent with Sierra.

"It was shortly after me disastrous end to me relationship with her that I started making these." he revealed. "That kiss at yer fourteenth birthday party jest confirmed it fer me." Sierra laughed at her husband's revelation.

"C'mon…." Sierra whispered as she hoped that the pregnancy test would be positive this time because she wanted to start a family with Flynn. A blue plus sign appeared. "Finally." She whispered. She and Flynn would have a baby of their own to love and care for. Flynn wanted the baby to be a spirited lass who looked the picture image of her mother while Sierra preferred boys to carry on the McAllistair line.

Somehow, she found the argument stupid now. She just wanted her baby to be healthy and have the best possible start in life. "Lass, you okay?" Flynn's deep voice asked from outside the door. Sierra had started throwing up last night and her husband was afraid he'd hurt her unintentionally. His concern made him all the more dearer to her.

"I'm fine, Flynn." She replied softly. She'd tell him the news at dinner.

"Ye sure, Lass?" Flynn asked, his voice full of tenderness and love. Sierra remembered her husband's vow on their wedding night. "Ye couldna hold down anything last night."

"I'm sure I can manage some Saltine crackers and Sprite." Sierra said as she came out. Flynn kissed her, letting her arms encircle his neck. They had been in bed since their wedding. "Don't you have some cars to fix, McAllistair?" she teased.

"Aye, but I'd rather be in bed with me bonnie wife." Flynn teased back, a wide grin on his face. "There's a temptress if I ever saw one." Sierra lightly smacked her husband's forearm.

"That is a lie. You were the flirt growing up, Flynn." She protested. Flynn just laughed as he pulled her closer to him. "Who knew that you, with all the comic books, would turn out to be such a fantastic lover?"

"Continue that teasing, Lass...and we might as well stay abed." Flynn threatened in a teasing manner. He pulled away from her and went back into the garage, where unbeknownst to him, Alex was waiting for him to come in so he could hit him over the head with a shovel. Alex finished what he had been waiting years to accomplish.

"Sorry old chum...but I believe Sierra belongs to me." Alex chuckled, then went to shake the flimsy foundation. Once he was satisfied with his work, he walked away. He didn't hear Sierra come out of the house. When she came out and saw the garage...she fainted and hit her head hard on a brick.

Sierra briefly awoke to see a handsome Scottish man in a wheelchair struggling against Marcus and Scott Truman. "She's me wife, Colonel! I canna stand here and watch me wife while she's going through that!"

"I don't believe you and neither do my sons." The Colonel said. "You are not to see her, is that clear?"

"Dad, I believe him." Scott replies. "Sierra called me a week after the wedding to tell me she had been married to Flynn." Colonel Mason Truman took off his glasses and had a battle of wills with his son in the gaze competition. "Look, I'll stay with him to make sure she isn't harmed, but if he's her husband, then he has no reason to murder her." Colonel Truman nodded.

"Fine, since Scott has volunteered to attend to sentry duty... you may see her." The handsome Scottish man muttered the Gaelic equivalent of a curse word. Suddenly her eyes felt heavy and she fell back into blessed sleep.

Finally, Sierra awoke for good after three more days and with Scott's help, was ready to go the next morning. "Are you sure I can't come with you? That man is a complete stranger." Sierra pleaded her best friend.

"He's your husband. You enjoy making love with him and the both of you would drive my dad nuts." Scott said, placing his hand on Sierra's shoulders. "He's Flynn McAllistair, your best friend and husband. He promised me he'd take it slow with you until you remembered."

"Flynn? Are we talking about the same homely idiot in my third grade class?!" Sierra exclaimed.

"Sierra...that was third grade. You fell in love with him in seventh and swore you'd marry him someday. You've had a memory regression, haven't you?" Scott asked.

"I swore I'd marry the class idiot?" Sierra asked again.

"Yes, although I'm going to ignore that comment. Give Flynn a chance, maybe he can charm his way back into your heart. You guys had true love, and I'm sure that you can have something even more truer now or my name ain't Scott Truman." Sierra laughed as Scott crossed his eyes at her.

"Lass, it's time to go home." Flynn announced, wheeling up to them. The nurse was behind him with a wheelchair so Sierra sat down in it. "Once we get home, Lass...I've got something special planned for the two of us."

Scott offered to wheel her husband to her father in law's car and Flynn accepted as long as he could keep up with the nurse. When they got into the elevator, Flynn took her hand. "Lass, I love ye." he murmured as he gently squeezed her hand. Sierra, for some reason that she couldn't remember, felt bereft as he pulled his hand away from hers when the doors to the elevator opened.

Scott and the nurse wheeled them to Bruce's car. Flynn got on the same side as his father and Sierra sat on the passenger side. As Bruce drove, Sierra looked out the window at the houses flying by. She quickly got bored with that and contented herself with staring angrily at her husband. Flynn was staring out the window at houses that were passing by.

Finally, they arrived at Flynn's house. The charming house had gone through a few remodeling plans, for one thing, there was a wheelchair access ramp outside, the front door had been widened to allow a wheelchair through and Flynn's bedroom moved to the first floor guest room. After Bruce had lifted his son and set him in his wheelchair, Flynn made a gesture for Sierra to sit on his lap.

Sierra sat in her husband's lap and let Bruce wheel them to the front door. Once inside, Sierra saw that photo albums sat on a candlelit table, waiting for their perusal.

Flynn wheeled himself to one of the easy chairs with a footrest built in and clumsily managed to sit in it as Sierra sat next to him in the other easy chair. "The doctor said pictures might jog yer memories, lass. The candles were my idea, and I'm hoping that ye will let me help."

Sierra, for the first time, didn't know what to say. Flynn was a far cry from that homely little boy in Aberdeen Elementary School. He was just a concerned and loving husband now, hers in fact. "Well, what are we waiting for?" she finally said, opening a photo album. Flynn patted his lap and Sierra grinned.

"You must like me sitting in your lap." She murmured softly as she sat in his lap.

"I do, lass." He said as he idly rubbed her abdomen, imagining Sierra already big with their child. When the doctor had told him that Sierra was pregnant, he'd been ecstatic. He was eager to watch as Sierra's abdomen grew large with their child. Something told him that Sierra would be even more beautiful as this process unfolded.

"Why are you rubbing my abdomen like that?" Sierra asked, frowning. Flynn realized the doctor hadn't told her. He had to think on what to tell her. Fortunately, he told the truth.

"Because...yer pregnant, lass." Flynn replied. "And because I love ye." Maybe he'd gone way too far...Sierra didn't remember their constant lovemaking before the accident.

"Feels nice." Sierra murmured, placing a hand on top of Flynn's as she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry that I called you homely."

"Lass...ye were calling it as ye saw it." Flynn whispered in her ear.

"Do you remember that comic book you loaned me?" She asked. Flynn had forgotten that comic book he'd loaned her so long ago.

"Yes. Where is it?" He asked.

"In my hope chest." she said referring to the big chest in the attic that Flynn and Bruce had put up there after the disastrous wedding.

"We'll leave in there for our son." he murmured decisively. "If the baby is a boy. Could be a girl." Flynn didn't care much for the gender debate; after all, it was unimportant next to wanting a healthy bairn in his mind.

"If it is a girl, I want to name her Aileen after my ma." Sierra said, her Irish brogue thickening.

"If we did have a boy...what would ye name it, Lass?" He asked, feeling that she'd use some form of his name for the baby if it were a boy.

"Iain or Leith, after you." She replied with a bright smile. Flynn laughed. He'd pegged her intentions right. Sierra seemed to be in a good mood as she listened to Flynn tell her about their pictures, he even showed her what he looked like after her cousin roughed him up in the third grade. She'd looked so happy being with Flynn in the pictures that her heart ached for what he had been to her.

"Lass...Are ye okay? Ye've been quiet ever since I started trying to jog yer memories." Flynn asked, his expression somber.

"I'm fine." Sierra mumbled.

"Just remember, Lass...I'm here now and forever for ye. I take my vows seriously." Flynn said, kissing her on the lips. Sierra turned to him and responded to the kiss. Flynn's lips were soft, tempting.

"Okay, I think that's enough." Sierra put down the photo album. "What good is it having a husband if I can't have sex with him?" Here Flynn nearly choked at her pass.

"Lass, I can't feel a thing down there." He protested.

"Killjoy." she muttered, pouting. Flynn smiled, knowing she must remember some form of their lovemaking. "I thought you might want to reenact the night our child was conceived, so I can remember."

"That's what ye said when I was too tired to make love to ye." Flynn teased.

Sierra got a migraine headache as she remembered that Alex had tried to kill Flynn and now four months pregnant, she was determined to set things right. She disappeared out of the Scottish mechanic's life…forever.

It nearly destroyed Flynn when he found out his wife had disappeared without a trace…She was the light of his life and she willingly left him. Shortly after her disappearance, Flynn was diagnosed with Bi - Polar Disorder.

Flynn thought that his wife knew about the disorder and he wondered if she thought she couldn't handle it. He hung on to the hope that Sierra would return but as the years passed, he began to fall into despair and lost all hope, for who else could tame a beast?

Author's Note: The ending is not exactly a direct quote from Beauty and The Beast. I did fudge up the quote quite a bit, guys. For those of you who are fond of the Flynn/Sierra pairing, this isn't the end quite yet. Please Read and Review! A Thank you goes out to DJ Rocca for lending me a couple of facts from her RPM fics, being a friend and her constructive criticism for my ideas - I'm still trying to figure out where I should place them still, Chelle!