SUMMARY: Hanna is dead, and everyone feels the passing, especially Zombie. But when a previously unknown Cross comes into the picture, will there be a new paranormalist to add to their small family?

A/N: I'm not much of a violent writer (mainly angsty) so I'm terribly sorry if this isn't up to par. However, that aside, I hope that this doesn't hurt the collective minds of the Hanna fanbase, because I'd hate to cause severe trauma... *cough, cough*.

Anyway, a big round of applause, everyone, to the lovely Jess, who has finally made an appearance on this site (Go stalk her! NinaFaustin, everybody.) And my unofficial beta, Will, who hasn't beta'd this, because I just wrote it and I didn't want to have to wait because he's s l o w to reply (He's IssacBlast, and deserves a looksee on his stories! They're amazingly well-written!)

So without further ado, I present a story of drama! Of love! And as always, of angst!

~Leiary

Doc Worth was tired.

He was tired of breathing, mainly. Even his cigarettes didn't keep much over him anymore. Everything was dimmed now, a shade of gray covering even the brightest of colors. Life had simply lost its hold on him, all pinpoints that held him to the map swept away with the death of Hanna.

It hadn't been an easy, soft way to go. No, he had been messing with the wrong crap again, as Hanna always did. Overdosed on paranormal activity by some strong, angry spirits. It had eaten away at his soul, tore at it with the acid that only the dead possessed. Simultaneously, every organ in the small man's body had burst open in a bloody disarray of entrails and intestines, and it took only one minute for the whole of it to happen. The zombie, Hanna's assistant, witnessed every part of it. Worth felt a twinge of pity for the living corpse, but at the moment it was forgotten as the self-proclaimed doctor glared at the aforementioned corpse who was leaning menacingly over the desk, green hands spread out to their fullest on each side of the desk to support the height of him.

"I'll say it again, you can't have the apartment."

"And I'll say again, I'm going to stay there! It's what Hanna would have wanted!"

"Hanna didn't know the circumstances!"

"What circumstances?"

Conrad, Toni, and Vesser stood off to one side of Worth's "office", listening to the two argue. They all had been hit hard with Hanna's death, as sudden and violent as it was, but it was mutually agreed by all that the zombie had been affected the most, besides Worth. The undead man had been a brother and a father to Hanna, and to have it literally ripped away did an unkind number on his rotting mind.

Suddenly, the fighting escalated to blows. The zombie had given Worth a hit to the head with a fierce smack from one large hand. Grabbing him by his shirt collar, he pulled him to his feet and growled, "Give me one good reason not to throw you out into traffic."

"Because," Worth spat the word, blood trailing down to his cheek from the assault, "Hanna had a sister."