A/N: Just an idea that came to mind. Let me know if I should continue or not, I have an idea of where it could go but just want to make sure that you guys like the story first. Please review!

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I stood there, shocked. Henry, my best friend for as long as I could remember, had basically confessed to the murders of my father and all of my friends. How does someone react to that? And he was my brother. Henry. My half-brother and the son of the man who strung my mother up in a tree. My mother? No. Our mother. The realization literally took my breath away. How could this even be possible?

And here he was, looking at me with that smile of his, expecting it all to be ok. For me to be ok with what he did. What he and his father did. What did he consider it, some kind of sick male bonding? Damn that Wakefield. For killing my mother, my father, but most of all, for killing Henry. The real Henry. The one that I knew and called every day and went to for help and comfort. The Henry Dunn that I loved was gone, replaced by this self-righteous sociopath who had killed over twenty people just to be alone with me.

I couldn't help but think that, despite the fact that I didn't want it and thought it was completely wrong, was it was the greatest confession of love. And I realized now why the love I've always felt for him was so brotherly. Why it never turned into something more. And to think… he had known for seven years and never told me.

What does he expect from me? I want to help him. The Henry I know had to be somewhere in there. If he could just get some professional help, undo the sick brain-washing Wakefield did… He didn't have to go to jail. He could plead insanity. But the strange thing was, I had never seen him look saner than in this very moment, looking at me with adoration in his eyes. And it frightened me, that kind of love.

Because it was that love that prompted him to go on this killing spree. J.D. was right. It really was all about me. And to think that if I hadn't come… all those people would still be alive now.

Cal, Chloe, Trish, J.D., Beth, Lucy, Uncle Marty, Sully, Danny, Mr. Wellington, my dad… The list of Henry and Wakefield's victims went on and on. But he had killed his father, his own flesh and blood… for me.

"Do you know how powerful that is, that kind of love?" he had said about his father. And right now, I was thinking the same thing about his love for me. Not that is justified his actions in any way. He was still unstable and capable of hurting me, himself, and Jimmy.

Oh God… Jimmy. Was he even alive?

"Abby…" he said, breaking the silence. "I need to know you'll stay with me. Promise you won't run away." His voice sounded so pained. "Promise you won't leave me. I love you."

With every fiber of my being, I knew what I had to do. I had to go, get out of here, find Jimmy and get off this stupid island I once called home. Home… Could it perhaps be home again? A home, me and Henry and this island? He had said we were his home. Maybe it could make things right again. Just me and my best friend. Forever. Like I'd wanted when we were kids. Like I wanted… now.

"Ok." I said simply.


"Miss Mills?" Doctor Livingston asked, shaking me out of my reverie.

I blink a few times. "I'm sorry."

"Miss Mills, we've been here for fifteen minutes and all I've gotten from you is a blank stare." Sympathy radiated from his eyes. "I know you've been through a lot. But by being here, you're helping us help Henry."

Right. Henry. This wasn't about me. It was about helping my best friend.

"I have these dreams." I said quietly. "About Henry and the island and what happened that week."

He furrowed his brows, scribbling something on my file. A file… A therapist's file. It had been Jimmy's suggestion. He thought that maybe I'd need someone to help me get through this. Yes, I had him to lean on this time but there was nothing he could do about my confusion. My mixed feelings about having hurt my best friend, knocking him out with the handle of that boarding knife. I could have killed him. I know I came close to doing it, too. But I couldn't do it. He was still my Henry. He was just led down the wrong path and needed to be reminded of who he once was and what was right and wrong.

"Tell me what happens."

I struggled with this, much as I struggled with everything the past few weeks. "I… Well, I stay." I admitted sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders.

"With Henry." He clarified and I nodded my head yes. "And why do you think that is?"

I didn't really know what to say. I knew the answer, but would he institutionalize me too if I told him the truth? Poor J.D. He had been institutionalized all those years when really, it was Henry who needed the help. He just hid it well, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"I think it's because… part of me, the part that loved… loves Henry did want that. I wanted it when we were kids, I hated that he had to leave." I sighed heavily. This was harder than I thought. It would be a lie to say I didn't think about what it would have been like if I'd stayed and we'd lived out our childhood dream and I suppose that's why the dreams came so often. "In a way, he was just trying to make that come true for us. Create the life we wanted when we were younger." The tears flowed freely now from my tired eyes. "I just wish he would have told me he wanted that instead of letting his dad ruin his life. The Dunns were great parents. I don't know how he could have let Wakefield do this to him!"

"Miss Mills?" the doctor asked, trying his best calm me down. "Abigail. It's not your fault. Henry chose this. He chose to follow in his father's footsteps and it had nothing to do with his obsession with you."

I looked up at him, my eyes red from crying. "He told me he loved me. It was for me. All of it. He killed for me, in my name. It is my fault. I'm his best friend and I never saw it coming."

"I think that's enough for today, Miss Mills. I'll see you next week?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

A sudden need came over me. I needed to know that he was alright. "When can I see him?"

"Miss Mills, I don't think it's such a good idea. It's far too early in his treatment." He smiled apologetically.

"I'm all he has left. He needs to know he's not alone and that there are people who still care about him and are waiting for him to get better." I tried to control my emotions. "He needs something to look forward to once he's out."

Dr. Livingston frowned. "Miss Mills, if he gets out. You understand the man is a sociopath based on what you've told me. If he really did kill all of those people, there's still the law to deal with."

In that moment, I regretted ever bringing Henry here. I should have known. Look what a psych ward had done to J.D. Oh God, what have I done?

"I need to see him, Doctor. I just want to talk to him." I had to. "Please?"

The doctor pursed his lips and nodded, much to my satisfaction. "Five minutes, Miss Mills."

"Thank you!"

I eagerly followed him into a white hallway and stepped into room 218. There I saw Henry sitting on a small cot, his face resting in his hands. I gasped as I saw him. It had been weeks… He must hate me now.

The doctor must have said something I wasn't paying attention to because suddenly, Henry lifted his head and saw me.

He looked conflicted, bouts between joy and anger occurring on his face. I knew he'd be upset. What could I do? Smile at him? Wouldn't that be ironic?

Instead, I turned to Dr. Livingston. "Can we have a minute alone?" And the doctor left, keeping an eye through the window to make sure nothing happened.

"Henry, I…" My voice broke with a sob. I completely betrayed him. I wanted to apologize, to tell him I still loved him, he was my brother, after all. How could I not love him? He was family. My only family I had left.

He stood up slowly and walked up to me hesitantly, half-expecting me to run or cower in fear. He looked so broken, almost like… almost like my Henry. "Abby?"

"It's me, Henry. I'm here. I'm so sorry!" I shouted, throwing myself onto him, hugging him as tightly as I could.

"No, Abby. I'm sorry. I should have realized that's not what you wanted." He sighed. "I know you. You wouldn't have wanted our friends out of the way. You loved them."

"You did, too." I whispered in his ear. "I don't think you meant to hurt anyone."

"Did you mean what you said? Back at the cliffs?" he asked seriously, his hands placed on my shoulders.

I tried thinking back to that day, closing my eyes and letting the memories take over.

"You have me!"

"I don't want you!"

I slowly exhaled. "No. I mean… I didn't want the part of you that killed our friends. I wanted the part of you that I could call in the middle of the night to talk about life and the part of you that cared and loved everyone around him. Does that make sense?"

"I'm in a psych ward, Abby, but I'm not stupid." He replied, chuckling. "It's me, Abby. It's the Henry you wanted. The other part of me, well… I think he died with my father."

I nodded. "I really hope so. Listen, Henry… when you're out, I want you to come stay with me."

"What about Jimmy?" he asked, genuinely concerned about the arrangement.

"Jimmy's not living with me." A lie. He was and we were engaged to be married. I took the ring off before I came inside. I needed Henry to get better. To hold on to the fantasy of being with me someday. Because if there was a chance of him being with me, he would fight. He would fight the Wakefield inside him and get better.

So I would let him think about our non-existent future.

"We're through, me and him." I almost regretted lying to him after seeing the look of pure happiness on his face. Almost.

"Really?" he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

I nodded. "And um, after you're out, we can just move on. So you have to get out soon. I miss my best friend." Which was absolutely true. I missed my Henry. And I didn't know if it was possible to get him back but I would let these people try. They had degrees for a reason, this was their specialty. As for the law, I would take my inheritance from my dad and help get Henry the best defense lawyer.

Jimmy wouldn't be too pleased but I couldn't let Henry rot in jail. He could live somewhere where people would watch over him and I would visit. Every week. I wouldn't… couldn't leave him behind.

Shea and Madison would do everything in their power to send him away to jail forever but I couldn't let that happen, even if it meant cutting off ties with them. Henry meant more to me than they did.

"I'll see you next week?" I said, smiling. For the first time, it really did feel like old times.

He smiled back. "Yeah. Next week."

I turned around to leave but felt him pull my arm as he said, "Hey, Abby?"

"Yeah?" I asked, looking back at him.

"I really am sorry. You should hate me for what I did but you're still here." He leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You're my everything, Abby. See you next week."

I walked out of his room before he had the chance to stop me again. Dr. Livingston was waiting there with a confused look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him.

"I'm just wondering how you could talk to him so easily. He killed your father, Miss Mills. Murdered your friends." Like I needed him to remind me.

I blinked a few times. "He also saved my life. Look, I'm not saying what he did is ok, it's not. But he stopped it. And he's going to get better. I know he is." I said with conviction and walked to the front desk where I signed myself out.

I knew what I had said in there was true. I was all the family Henry had left and I would stay with him until he got better. Even if it meant lying, deceiving, and betraying him the way he did to me. I would not abandon him.

I will not abandon him.