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A/N: I didn't want Jimmy and Abby to end at the end of Harper's Island, so I wrote a story about them!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harper's Island. I'd love to, though.
I walked down to the dock of the Harper's Island marina. I was wearing the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen. Jimmy was waiting for me on a boat at the end of the dock. He was very excited and was saying, "We're finally getting married, Abby. After all this time."
I heard a small 'click' from behind me. The boat exploded with Jimmy on it, just like it had seventeen years ago. Only this time I knew Jimmy wasn't getting out alive. I turned around to see if anyone was there and saw Henry. I ran towards him but stopped when I saw his father. Wakefield smirked and walked closer to me. He raised his blade and growled, "Say hello to the sheriff for me."
I sat upright and looked around. I was at home. Wakefield was dead and for real this time. I had watched him die. I laid back down and tried to fall asleep again. But where was Jimmy? He was right next to me before I fell asleep…
I got out of bed to look for him. "Jimmy?" I called, wandering through our apartment.
"He went to work, Mom," Kylie yelled.
"Oh, right," I said, sighing with relief.
"I don't get why you're so paranoid," she said, munching on some cereal, "Dad goes to work every morning."
I got some milk from the fridge as she kept talking.
"I don't get why you guys aren't married either. I mean, you've been together since you were sophomores in high school, and now you're like, forty two. You definitely love each other more than Lindsey's parents, and they're married."
"Oh?" I asked, "And what makes you say that?"
"You guys have sex like, everyday," Kylie said nonchalantly.
I almost dropped the milk carton on the floor.
"The walls in here aren't very thick," she explained.
"How much sex a couple has does not show how much they love each other," I said, "And whether or not that's true, you know that your father and I love each other so much that we practically are married."
"Why not make it official?" she asked, "I know Grandpa died while you were visiting an island for a wedding and all, but it was seventeen years ago, Mom. I don't mean to sound harsh, but you went to grievance counseling and stuff. You should be able to cope."
I was silent. From Kylie's perspective, it makes sense. According to her knowledge, the only person who died that week was my dad.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, "That was pretty cold."
"No, no it wasn't," I said, "I'll explain after your dad gets home."
"Explain what?" she asked.
"Everything," I said, putting the milk carton back into the fridge. I took my glass of milk to my room and tried to figure out how to tell my daughter about Harper's Island.
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A young Henry and I were standing by the ocean. I had seen this scene so many times in the past seventeen years. I wanted to run to my former self and tell her to stop talking, but I was always too late. I watched myself utter those fatal words. The words that turned my best friend into a monster.
I heard Jimmy say my name loudly and quickly woke up.
"Thank God," Kylie sighed, "I thought you died."
"What? Why?" I asked nervously.
She looked at me like I was crazy. "The milk expired last month," she said.
"Oh," I sighed.
"Ky, I think I need to talk with your mom," Jimmy said.
"So that's what they call it there days," she said.
"Kylie," Jimmy said sharply.
"Fine," she muttered and trudged out of the room.
Jimmy started to talk. "Abby, I-"
"We need to take Kylie to the island," I said, "She deserves to know."
Jimmy nodded. "We need to go back," he said, "but that's not the only reason. We need closure. We need to see that the killings are in the past."
I thought about it. "The last time I came to the island was a mistake."
He smiled. "Getting back with me was a mistake?"
"You know what I mean," I scowled.
"Our last memories of the island shouldn't be of murders," he stated, "and like you said, Kylie deserves to know."
"Okay," I said, "but is it really a good idea to stay there overnight?"
"The Wakefields are dead," Jimmy said, "We saw them both die."
I was silent and he kissed me.
"It'll be okay," he told me.
"When do we leave?" I asked.
"Saturday."
"But that's only two days," I protested.
"I can return the boat tickets if it's too soon," Jimmy said.
"No," I said firmly, "It's been seventeen years. I need to cope."
He smiled and kissed me again. "That's my Abby."
"Did we ever finish that camping trip?" O asked.
"Not technically," he said.
"Then let's continue where we left off," I smiled.
A/N: I know this story line is going to be really over used in a couple of days, so I had to start it soon! Sorry if this seemed a little OOC at points. Reviews are lovely and I'd appreciate them so much!