Closer: A Harper's Island FanFic

A/N: It's starts off a little slow, since I used some of the scenes from the Episode (I changed a few small things), but I promise the next chapter will be more of my own work.

Rated T until I maybe put a lemon in! xD

From the song Closer by Burn Season

Chapter 1

Abby woke up and looked around. She shivered slightly and sat up, noticing she was in her bra and panties. She looked around the unfamiliar room as the memories flooded her brain. Henry, Jimmy and her in the church, John Wakefield showed up. She ran, and Henry caught up with her, telling her that Wakefield got Jimmy. Wakefield showed up and Henry stabbed him. It dawned on her then – the way Wakefield looked at him. Henry was the accomplice. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was the Coast Guard Helicopter.

The room was quite peaceful. The walls were a light blue color; there were two windows beside a smaller window, which was over a painting of flowers. There were two lamps – one by her bed and the other across the room, on the dresser where her clothes also were.

Abby slowly got out of bed and went over to the clothes. They smelled freshly cleaned and she began putting them on. She walked over to the door and put her ear next to it. There was no sound so she opened it quietly. There were many other rooms, and to her left was stairs. She walked down the stairs, looking around her. There was a nice dining room and living room, most of the furniture covered in white sheets, almost giving the house and eerie look. There was a rather large kitchen to the right.

When she turned back to the living room, her heart stopped. She saw Henry standing there, smiling faintly. It almost reminded her of the way he used to look at her when they were kids, but this was not the Henry she once knew.

He chuckles softly. "I didn't think I'd be this nervous." He walks past her towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat?"

Abby was at a loss for words. "No." She choked out.

He turned to her slowly. "It's okay. I'll explain everything."

"What did you do?" She whispered.

"I chose you," He replied. "Over him."

Wakefield? "Wakefield's your father?"

Henry nodded and took a step towards her, arms extended in surrender. "There are no secrets between us."

"You stay away from me!" Abby screamed and ran to the nearest door.

Henry looked hurt the she wanted to leave him. "There's nowhere to go."

Abby ignored him and ran past him to another door. She gave up and ran to the kitchen drawers to find a weapon she could use against him/

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Henry said softly.

She turned to him and grabbed a glass from the counter at him and ran.

Henry chuckled at her. She didn't believe him.

Abby ran into her room upstairs and slammed the door. She pressed her ear against it to listen for sound. She heard faint footsteps and jumped slightly when she head Henry's voice.

"Abby. I'm sorry it's worked out this way, but it's going to be okay. It's still me. I'm not going to hurt you. We have all the time in the world. Just like you wanted. Remember, when we were kids, how we used to hate it when we had to leave? Remember what you said to me?"

Abby immediately knew what he was talking about. Her mind went back 16 years, when she and Henry were kids and it was time for him to leave. What she whispered to him. "I wish that you could live here with me forever. Just the two of us."

"Now we can. You and me. Alone. Forever." There was no response on the other side of the door. "Abby?" He put his hand on the door, contemplating opening it, but decided against it. It would just upset her more, and he didn't want that. "Come downstairs when you're ready." He smiled and walked down the stairs.

Henry was uncovering some of the furniture, speculating how he was going to prove to Abby this is how it should be. Both of them together forever. In the end, she'll accept it. He knew she would – just like the Abby he once knew 16 years ago.

Suddenly there was loud noise, the sound of glass breaking from upstairs. "Abby?" No response. "I'm coming up." He turns to see Abby with broken glass in her hand, a determined look on her face, along with fear. It broke his heart to see her afraid of him.

"We were kids." She said to him shakily. "Don't blame me for what you've done. You're sick. You need help." She began walking towards him, and reflexively, he stepped back. "You were going to marry Trish." She whispered, confused.

"The wedding was the only way I could think of to get you back to the island." He was still backing away from her.

Abby came to a sudden realization. "Everyone's dead."

"They had to go. They were in our way." He replied lightly.

"Wakefield killed my mom and dad. You were her kid too."

Henry suddenly turned serious. "She threw me away."

"You're my brother." She whispered, hoping it would change his mind.

"I can do the math." He held his arms out. "Abby, it doesn't matter, no one else knows. Hell, the Dunns never told me, you know how that felt?"

He started towards her and she walked backwards.

"I don't care how that felt." She regretted saying that so harshly.

"Alright. Alright, you need to know this now. I'm going to tell you everything; how I learned the truth. I met Wakefield the day of the rampage. I didn't know he was my father then. But when I looked at him…there was a connection."

"A connection? With the man who hung my mother from a tree?" She couldn't keep the emotion out of her voice.

"Kinda weird, huh? I was inspired by the man that everyone else feared and hated."

The glass was cutting into Abby's hand.

"You don't need that." He didn't like seeing her hurt, but when she made no attempt to put the glass down, he continued his story. "About a year after the Rampage, he tracked me down. He told me that I was his son. That he spent all his life searching for me. Do know how powerful that is? That kind of love? This feels great; we should have had this talk a long time ago." He chuckled.

"The Henry I know isn't a killer." She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

"It's harder than you think. You couldn't do it." He gestured towards the glass in her hand.

"I've known you all my life."

"Abby, it's done. I'm done killing. I'm not my dad."

"He wanted you to kill me."

"I could never do that. I could never do that." He emphasized. "That's how I'm different from him. He chose death. I chose life with you. I love you. As far as the world is concerned we all burned to death in a fire."

Abby gasped. "What did you do?" She whispered.

"Provided closure." He said simply. "The police will find blood-samples supporting our deaths. No one will come looking for us. They'll find my father's body in the fire as well, and the legend of John Wakefield will become nothing but a legend."

"Everyone's blood is in there?"

"No. Shea and Madison got away on a boat…and Jimmy is still alive right now."

"What? Why is he alive?"

"I…wanted to give you one last chance to tell him goodbye."

"Then you're going to kill him?"

"Look, Abby. I've made a lot of hard choices to be here. He's the last one. I swear."

Abby tried to run again but Henry grabbed her and led her to her room.

"I know this is hard for you, but we both had to make sacrifices. It's going to be fine." He shut the door and Abby heard the faint click sound of the lock.

Henry walked up to her room 30 minutes later to find Abby lying on her bed. He raises his hand as if to stroke her hair, but resists, afraid she might tell him not to.

"I just want things to be the way they were before all of this." She whispered.

"They will be." He said gently, and then touched her hair softly. "It'll all work out, just like I promised." He stood up slowly, careful not to frighten her and headed towards the door. "Come on downstairs, sweetheart."

Abby walked down the stairs to see Henry uncovering most of the furniture. He looked up and smiled sweetly at her. She had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy, but she was beautiful, just the same.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

She nodded and he smiled. He grabbed her arm gently so she wouldn't run and unlocked the door. He led her to a warehouse about 20 feet from the house.

She looked back and noticed that the house was bigger and nicer than she thought it was. Her attention snapped back when she tripped over something. Henry holds her up.

"Oh, careful."

Henry unlocks the Warehouse door and lets Abby step inside first, then closes it.

Abby sees Jimmy tied to one of the thick white posts, his mouth covered.

He strokes her hair comfortingly. "Say goodbye."

Abby slowly began to walk over to Jimmy. "I'm sorry I left." She removed the rag from his mouth a kisses him lightly, knowing this was probably the last time she would see him.

Henry turns his face away.

Jimmy deepens the kiss and Henry walks over and grabs Abby. "That's enough."

"I love him." Abby responded angrily.

The words cut deep, and without thinking, he raised his hand up and slapped Abby's face with the back of his hand.

"Oh, I shouldn't have done that." He moves to help her up. "I'm so sorry, Abby, so sorry."

"Get the Hell away from her!" Jimmy yelled and before Henry could stop her, Abby took off out the door.

"Abby!" He ran after her.

She felt him close behind her, and that gave her the motivation to run faster. She kept running, and running until her eyes saw the cliff before her. She stopped quickly, and heard Henry right behind her.

"Abby, please. I will never, ever hurt you. Everything I've done, I've done for us."

"Is that why you have that boarding knife?" She replied frantically, her heart still pounding.

He throws it over the cliff. "There. Now do you believe me? You and this island are my home. I love you."

He was right. Between the Dunns, Wakefield, Abby leaving and the people who have lied to him, her and this island were the only things that made sense to him anymore. But could she really stay on this God-forsaken Island where dark memories forever haunted her?

She looked at Henry, his sorrowful eyes reminded her of their childhood. The way he seemed so sad, except with her. The way they cared for each other. The love he gave her, even after her mother had died, he was the only thing that made her happy. When she left the island, she spent most of her time wanting to come back to see her friends and family, but mostly she wanted Henry. His warmth, his smile, his whole being made her smile.

Abby tore away from her thoughts to see Henry staring at her intently, a lonely and defeated stare.

"Henry," She whispered, her voice shaking. "Promise me one thing."

"Anything." He replied.

She swallowed "Promise me that you'll never hurt me, and you'll never kill anyone anymore. Ever."

"Oh, Abby, I promise." His voice filled with emotions.

She nodded, avoiding his eyes. "I will stay with you."

"Forever?" He whispered.

"Forever." She stated.

"Abby," He walked over and embraced her. He kissed her hair lightly.

She slowly put her arms around him.

What has she gotten into?

Closer by Burn Season:

You say I'm stuck somewhere back in between
My blurred memories
Some say I kicked myself right in the face
I'm not as I seem.

I'd erase what you say
Scramble words in the way
But you can't take away
Turn away
Run away
Fuck with me

Don't say that its over
I'd kill to be closer
A moment I'm passing to you
But to me
I will wait
And I'll take
Anything with your name
Don't say that its over
You can't live without me

You say there's something wrong in my head
So I like to bleed
You say I'm scaring you now but I'm tired
From watching you sleep

But you can't take away
Turn away
Run away
Fuck with me

Don't say that it's over
Don't say that it's over
I'd kill to be closer

Don't say that it's over
I'd kill to be closer
A moment I'm passing to you
But to me
I will wait
And I'll take
Anything with your name
Don't say that its over
You cant live without me
(Don't say that its over)
You cant live without me
(Don't say that its over)
You cant live without me
(Don't say that its over)
I'd kill to be closer
I'd kill to be closer
You can't live without me