Hi everyone! This is my first Alcatraz fanfiction and I'm sooo excited. Almost as excited as watching the finale of the season next monday *screams* lol. So I really couldn't help but write this one-shot... If a lot of people like it I was thinking about writing some more but right now I'm not for sure.

She was beautiful. Of course Tommy knew that much. She looked so much like Agatha and Van it was incredible...At least he thought she looked like Van. Tommy never saw how his son looked ever since he left him when he was three.

Three. That was how old Van should be. Three. Not twenty-nine and dead. Not married with a child- his grandchild. The idea was all so foreign and strange. That this girl- this woman was his son's daughter. It was totally and utterly insane. It had only been mere months since he was sitting in his cell, writing letters to Van that he knew would never be sent. Apologizing over and over again for his mother's death. Trying to explain the reason he of why he had to kill Agatha.

Then he had to go to the infirmary. Again. It seemed to Tommy that he should just move his stuff there. Might as well by all the time he spent in that God damned place. Then all of a sudden he was on a table strapped down, with needles and blood and...and...

No. He refused to think about it.

Tommy turned back to his granddaughter who had sighed and turned over in her sleep. He couldn't but help smile... Only slightly. He had only known her for what seemed like a couple weeks, watching her from a distance time to time, sitting by her window to watch her sleep...Yet...He knew almost everything about her.

Rebecca Madsen. She was smart. Much like him, they had the same one-track mind that has a kind of perseverance that most quail under. He knew that if she wanted to know or do something she was going to do it. This was why he was already biding his time until she found him.

She was strong. He was honestly surprised at not just how mentally well she was taking this entire thing but just how physically strong Rebecca was. She was able throw off all those attackers, dodge bullets, and even kill when necessary. It was a kind of strength Agatha never had as well as him. It must be a trait from his daughter-in-law.

"No..." Rebecca muttered and tossed her arm out as if to grab something in the air.

Good God she looked so much like him. It was quite disturbing to see her for the first time. To turn and see a face that held the same fearless look as his own, the face that got him branded so often as a trouble maker. To see hair that was the same color as his and...His eyes.

It was almost as though they were copied onto her. To look up after killing that man and see her yelling...Then to vaguely recognize him in her. It was enough to scare anyone out of their wits. He of course ran, how was he supposed to know that at the time he was looking at his own blood? It was only when he found his son's grave and saw the word 'father' on it that it had clicked. He immediately went back and found the name he was looking for.

Detective Madsen. Rebecca, the kick-ass cop who had a rep of solving every case known to mankind. Her uncle- who apparently was her foster uncle was Ray Archer. A fact that annoyed Tommy to the greatest. Her foster Uncle? Did Ray never tell her about him? Did he tell Van the truth?

It was a lot to take in within the course of a damn day. To find about his son...His brother...

The world of 2012 was strange. Things were so different. The land, the people, the clothes even. Yet there were still some things that were the same...

The world still saw Tommy as a bad man.

Of course the moment he woke up he wasn't expecting a warm welcome. However, it would be nice if there hadn't been a gun pointed at him as well but hey, we can't get everything we wish for.

"No..." Rebecca whispered as the moon hit her face "Ray..." there was a moment in which Tommy felt another stab of annoyance at the simple word.

Ray, damn him. He had missed his brother. So fucking much. After Tommy had got him to leave Alcatraz the loneliness was almost unbearable. Not that Tommy regretted it in the slightest. Ray was his older brother. All throughout his life he had been shielded by Ray despite his annoyance and constant objections. Again and again he told Ray to back off and leave him alone but Ray didn't listen to no one. If anyone so much as glared at Tommy, Ray would kill them... No pun intended.

It was strange to have the very same man tell him that he was going to kill him. To have Ray say that to him...It hurt of course, but it was still so strange. Then he got ticked off when he told him that Tommy was no one's grandfather.

Damn you Ray Madsen.

He didn't care who said what. Rebecca was his and it annoyed him quite greatly that Ray saw it the other way around. He was grateful that he looked after Van and her but... She was still his.

Nothing could change that.

"I'm sorry." he said out of nowhere and Rebecca twitched for a moment as though she could hear him. He bit his lip and slipped through the window- he still didn't understand how she left both the door and window unlocked, yet slept with a gun- and sat down in a chair near her.

He was sorry. That she had to deal with all this family history, lies, and danger. It wasn't something he wanted for her. If only he could just talk to her. A couple words without getting shot... To just explain what had happened when he killed his wife, her partner. To just explain.

What was he supposed to do? He was playing the game of chess with all these people and had to check mate them all. He could do it too. Lucy, Hauser, Soto. He could win the game they were playing all so cleverly. He could slip right through their traps and win. He always won. Then Rebecca came along and she was one opponent who he couldn't seem to beat.

Damn her too...

Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him? Because Tommy knew that Ray and Rebecca will be the cause of his death (literally). In this weird time where people talked into fancy phones, wore really weird clothes, and didn't speak in full words Tommy was still the bad guy.

He would always be the bad guy.

Because no matter what the time, the world just didn't give second chances. It could deceive you at times and make it seem as though you do, but in reality you really don't. There are just rules of life that you can't change. No second chances. People are cruel. Life isn't fair. They were all things that would always be there no matter what.

"Tommy..." Rebecca whispered and for a scary moment he thought she saw him. Instead, she just turned over again in her sleep and her hand flung out towards him. Hesitantly he took his own hand and held hers.

His life may not get a second chance but...He may have found another reason worth living.

And there. I thought that, that might be what is going on in Tommy's head. To be honest I don't really know his personality too well so he was really hard to write. The thing about Tommy is that he seems to have this force within him that just keeps him going throughout the whole series and I had no idea what that could be. So this is my interpretation of it. I have no idea why I think Tommy cares so much for Rebecca but ever since I saw that scene with him killing her partner and them meeting eyes I thought she might mean more to him than said. Idk... Just tell me what you think (: