Photograph: A Collection of Kavi, Scömìche and Pentatonix Oneshots

Photograph (Kavi)

(A/N: Not claiming to own song, band members or anything/anyone whatsoever. Also not trying to offend anyone (don't really know how I could, people seem to get offended easily haha) It helps if you listen to 'Photograph' whilst you read)

We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

KIRSTIE'S POV:
It had been three years, two months, two weeks and six days since Avi had left. He'd volunteered to fight, along with two million other Americans, in the war on the day it broke out and today victory had been claimed by the U.S. Avi was coming home tomorrow. Kirstie hadn't seen him for all this time, and as texts, emails, calls, video calls, even letters were banned from the soldiers and she would have done anything to hear his voice.
Kirstie had lost everything at the start of the war. Her boyfriend had left, another bandmate, Kevin, had left meaning Pentatonix was on hold. She'd realised she was pregnant a week after he'd left and now had a two and a half year old daughter who had never met her dad. Two of her other best friends had been killed in the first few weeks, and another in the past month. She just wanted it all to be over.

She sat in the living room, whilst Ruby played at a teddy bear's picnic on the floor, and pulled the crumpled photograph of Avi out of the pocket of the new black ripped jeans she'd bought yesterday. Tomorrow, after three years, two months, three weeks, she was getting him back. And, she guessed, he'd meet his daughter.

AVI'S POV
I was loaded into the back of the van, arms around my fellow survivor and best friend Kevin, and it drove off, every one of the twenty men on board silent. We were all from the first batch, the ones who'd volunteered almost instantly, and we'd been through hell. But we were the lucky ones.
'You're going to see Nia again,' Avi broke the silence, referring to Kevin's fiancée: he'd proposed to his long term girlfriend the day before he left. He'd left twin sons back in LA. 'And Isaac and Ben will be five, can you believe it?' I secretly thought I would've hated if he'd left Kirstie with a kid: I wouldn't be able to bear the thought of my kid growing up without me.
Kevin nodded. 'You'll see Kirstie, man,' he said. 'She's all you ever talk about, you know that.'

THIRD PERSON POV
Avi grinned in spite of himself and pulled the old, battered photograph of his beautiful girlfriend out of his trousers and nodded.

The plane landed and all of the soldiersimmediately jumped out of their seats, more ready than they'd ever been to see their families again. Some had been out as long as Avi and Kevin, others only a couple of months, but they'd been away, and it was beyond perfect to be home.

Kirstie stood in the terminal in the crowd of wives, girlfriends, husbands, boyfriends, parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, grandparents, children and friends, with Ruby in a beautiful blue party dress and tiara.
'You're going to meet Daddy today, gorgeous,' said Kirstie in her 'mommy voice' to her daughter, who giggled and clapped excitedly. Kirstie pulled the picture out of her jeans, and showed it to her. 'Look, Rubes,' she grinned, pointing at it and then to the archway where the soldiers would enter the terminal, 'When you see your wonderful Daddy, you're going to show Mommy where he is, okay?' She hoisted the little girl, almost a copy of Avi in his babyhood, onto her shoulders. 'Keep an eye out for me, sweetie, okay?'
The crowd waited restlessly for another few minutes, until Kirstie's mother came in, late as usual. She took Ruby so that Kirstie could run to Avi when he came, and almost straight away the voice the crowd had been waiting for crackled through the megaphone.
'Ok, they're about to come through. Try to not to hurt each other, no pushing! And make sure they know you love 'em!' The crowd cheered and after a second, the soldiers came running through, arms wide and eyes alight, scanning the crowd. Kirstie couldn't see until from behind her came a pointing arm from Ruby. 'Mommy, Daddy's there! Look!'
And then she saw him, and time stood still. Avi looked around, not yet seeing her, and suddenly there were arms around his neck and a face up against his chest. He took out the picture he'd agreed to keep and showed it to her. She broke away and showed hers. And then they kissed, colliding like stars, and they were lost for a moment until Ruby was thrust into Kirstie's arms and her mother disappeared.
Avi stared and went silent. Kirstie became panicked: what if he didn't want a kid? But as soon as the smile spread across his face, she knew it would be okay.
'Avi, this is Ruby Leah Kaplan. And Ruby, this is your amazing, brave, perfect daddy.'
'Perfect daddy,' repeated Ruby as Kirstie passed her to him and they both burst into happy tears.
Kirstie's mom reappeared with a camera phone. 'Ok, I need to capture this. You're all glowing! Smile!'
And with the click of the camera, everything was perfect again.

That was the best photograph.