A/N: I realized I hadn't written anything since August and so when I found this discarded story idea on my computer, I decided it was time to get back into the swing of things. I don't know how many people will read this exactly since the Revenge fandom is so small, but all my other main fanfic fandoms are disappointing me, which doesn't translate to good writing. Anyways, I hope someone enjoys. I was going to write this as a one-shot but part one was so long I decided to divide the story up into five chapters.

Title comes from "Sun," by Sleeping At Last, aka the ultimate Jemily (Jamanda?) song. I mean 'infinity times infinity' is literally a lyric, how do you listen to it and not think about these two?

Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge or the song.


With golden streams

Our universe was clothed in light

Pulling at the seams

Our once barren world now brims with life

That we may fall in love

Every time we open up our eyes.


The last few days have been so crazy, it's enough to make her head spin.

She's packing to leave rehab feeling better than she has in years when suddenly she receives a call from her father, telling her that Emily's – Amanda's – been shot and she needs to come right away. Without thinking, she's on her way to the Hamptons. She knows they didn't part on good terms but well – this is her sister, whether she likes it or not, and a part of her does still care about her. She's thrown for another loop when she arrives at Suffolk County Memorial to find Nolan, not her dad, who informs her that David Clarke has just been arrested for the murder of Victoria Grayson.

Maybe she should feel sad that her mother is dead, but honestly Charlotte's been done with Victoria for a while now. The woman really was sick – she'd allowed her children to think she was dead not once but twice. Who even does that? There's a part of her that wants to go to the morgue herself just to ensure it's real this time – but she'll sort through her complicated emotions about her mother later. For now, her father and her sister are her sole focus.

The doctors talk to her, tell her Amanda needs a new heart or else she's going to die. She does everything she's legally able to make sure that happens. It's true what they say – you never realize exactly how much people mean to you until they're in danger. She'd been so mad at Em – Amanda – before that she would've been fine with never seeing her again, but now that there's a real chance she might never see her again she knows that is the last thing she wants. Were her sister's actions wrong? Yes, of course. Charlotte had a right to be mad. But there was a difference between Amanda and Victoria – every horrible thing Amanda had done had been for their father. Could she honestly say she wouldn't have done the same thing – if not worse things – had she been in her place?

After surgery starts, she waits with Nolan for what feels like an eternity. He catches her up to speed and she stands outside Jack's room for a little bit, but when the nurse asks her if she wants to go inside she declines. He's sleeping now and if he were conscious, he'd probably not want her around anyway. God, she set his bar on fire. Once he was better, Charlotte knew she'd have to give him one hell of an apology.

Finally, the doctors tell her that Amanda is up. After checking in on his best friend Nolan gives them some alone time, and the two sisters talk for a long while. There's a lot of apologizing on both sides, and some hugging, and okay a bit of crying too. It's weird, but they're going to try to mend their relationship. This is some of the only family she has left and – based on what Nolan told her – she worries their father may not be around for much longer either.

Charlotte stays in the hospital with Amanda, where they keep her for several days for monitoring. Amanda constantly asks after Jack, and Charlotte inquires to the nurse for her – he's been touch and go apparently, as his wound was very deep. When she relays the information back to Amanda she smiles and says he's okay, but they won't let her see him for a little while longer. She doesn't want to give her sister anything more to worry about – and she can see from the look in her eyes that she cares about Jack Porter a great deal.

The day Amanda is being released, Charlotte stops by Jack's room only to find it empty. She wants to find a nurse and ask where he went, but they're all busy with a code blue down the hall. Nolan is gone too, as the judge had finally agreed to grant David bail and he needed to go the bank so he could post the sum. It was quite a large amount of money even by their standards, but Nolan had refused Charlotte's offer to contribute. So, she escorts her half-sister to her car with no knowledge of what has become of Jack.

The ride home is fairly quiet, as Charlotte hopes if she doesn't mention Jack Amanda won't ask. She does ask though, as soon as she's updated about what's going on with David. "And Jack?" Amanda questions, her voice practically breaking over his name. Charlotte meets her sister's eyes – they're so sad they practically seem to pierce right into her. "Is…is he okay?"

Charlotte turns around, keeping her eyes on the road. "I don't know," She says honestly and Amanda looks down at her lap, defeated. She's probably expecting the worst – the last time she'd seen Jack, he hadn't even been conscious.

They arrive at the beach house soon after and Charlotte offers a hand to help her up the stairs, but Amanda waves her off – stubborn as always. Through the window, Charlotte can see that there is a light on inside – a damn reporter better not have gotten in somehow. She pushes the door open and is surprised by what she sees – definitely not a reporter.

Amanda steps inside behind her and freezes, her breath catching in her throat. "Jack," She whispers, in awe. He opens his mouth, about to greet her, but before he can say anything Amanda is launching herself at him.

She wraps her arms around his neck like a vice and his hands grab for her hair, fingers getting entangled in her blonde waves. Jack actually goes so far as to pick her a good inch off the ground with his embrace and Amanda buries her face deep into the side of his neck. Charlotte wants to remind them to be careful so no one rips any of their stitches out, but she can't bear to tell them to break it up – at this point, you'd probably need a crowbar to pull them off each other. They're not even kissing, but looking at them she cannot doubt their love. Just the way they're looking at each other – like the other person is the very center of their universe – lets her know how much they mean to each other. A part of Charlotte had always known that they'd had feelings for each other, ever since she saw Jack pull Amanda out of that fire – Hell, maybe she'd even known before then. And now that she knew who Amanda was, it only made more sense to her – they had a history that no one but the two of them could fully understand.

Slowly, she backs out of the room and closes the door behind her. She'll wait on the porch for a while – she doesn't want to disturb this moment. Charlotte instead turns her attention up to the sky, bright and blue above her for the first time in days. She only hopes that someday, she'll look at someone with at least half as much love in her own eyes as Amanda Clarke's have for Jack Porter.