A/n; k so, I watched the last episodes of Harper's Island and it got me thinking of this idea. If you haven't watched the last two episodes, read no further, unless you want to? Don't say I didn't warn you. Oh and there's a tiny bit of incest. I know, heavy topic, right? But just bare with me. Don't like it? No ones forcing you to read. And I do not own the show, the characters, etc. enjoy?

"I DON'T WANT YOU!" I screamed at him. I knew as those words came out, they were a lie. I studied his face, knowing that those words had hurt him. They probably hurt more than I had meant for them to. The truth is, I didn't want to hurt him. I hated seeing his face in pain. I thought back to all the people I loved that had died, at the expense of this.

This forbidden love, that Henry had felt for me. I hadn't had the time to really sort out my feelings. I knew when we were little kids, and I had told him I wished he could live with me forever, just the two of us. He was and still is my best friend, deep down. Somewhere.

I watched in horror as I saw Jimmy run behind him, shoving them both down the cliff and into the rocky shore. I gasped and found a way down there.

I saw Jimmy, lying down. Rushing over to him, I could clearly see that he had hit his head hard and would be bruised.

"Jimmy, are you okay?" I asked, helping him lift his head a little bit. He shook his head, said no, and laid his head back down.

I heard someone come up from behind me. I figured it was Henry, because as he had said, if there were people on the island they'd be miles away.

I grabbed the boarding knife and held it up to his throat. Jimmy struggled, but got up and stood behind me. "Do it Abby. You have to." I shook my head, tears running down my face. I couldn't do it. I loved him.

I gave the boarding knife to Jimmy and looked Henry in the eyes. I could see hurt, anger, frustration, and need.

"This should've never happened. You didn't need to do all this. No one needed to be killed." I whispered to him. Tears were running down his face too. "I know Abby. But I wanted it to just be us, just the two of us." He whispered back.

I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. I could feel the warmth that had always been there, in my best friend.

I gently kissed his lips. I could hear Jimmy screech in anger. I didn't care, it felt right, even though it should've felt wrong. I mean, here I was, kissing my half-brother.

He kissed me back, slowly turning the gentle kiss into a passionate one. I pulled away and looked at him. He smiled. A true, genuine smile that I hadn't seen in a while.

Jimmy grabbed my arm and pulled me away. "You can't stay with him. He's a murderer." He looked at me angrily. I turned towards Henry and looked at him. It was true; all these killings had turned my handsome best friend into someone ragged.

I walked towards him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He looked at me confused. "I can't, Henry. You're my brother. We share the same blood." He shook his head.

"I don't care about that. I love you, and apparently you love me." He cried desperately.

I walked up to him, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and smiled at him.

I heard a gunshot and turned to see Jimmy on the ground. I screamed and ran towards him. After a few minutes, I heard another one. This one had hit Henry. I screamed again and looked around to see if I could see someone with a gun. I ran to Henry and propped him up.

"I love you, Abby." He said, trying to breathe. "I love you too." I said through tearful sobs. I kissed him, heard a shot and everything slowly started to fade away.