I think that we all wanted to see Cassidy's funeral and Dick's reactions and stuff so I decided to construct my own story as to what might happen. This first chapter is really short, but they'll be more. Tell me what you think please, everybody loves reviews. The characters are a little OOC, only because they're dealing with a stressful and heartbreaking situation, so they wouldn't exactly be acting as they normally would.

If We Had Only Known

Mac took a deep breath and stepped out of her car, wearing a simple black dress. Her feet crushed the blades of grass beneath her as she walked towards her destination. With each step she got closer and closer to breaking down but managed to control herself, just barely. It was the smallest funeral that she had ever been to. There was only one other person there besides her. His face was solemn; a first for him, his blond hair covering his face, but Mac could tell that he had been crying. "Hi Dick," she said, her voice cracking slightly. Dick looked up, noticing her for the first time. "Mac," he said, his voice lacking its usual playful tone, "I didn't think that you would come."

"I had to," Mac replied, sounding almost disgusted with herself, "he did all those horrible things but, that doesn't mean I still don't care about him. It wasn't all his fault, if the mayor…."

"If the mayor hadn't molested my brother, if he hadn't destroyed him!" Dick said, his face turning slightly red with anger. "I should have known if I was really his brother I should have known, I should have stopped it!" he cried, his eyes welling up with tears. "If I hadn't pushed him so much, to be a man and that stupid nickname, that stupid freaking nickname."

"It's not your fault Dick," Mac said comfortingly, "Woody Goodman did horrible things to Beav…Cassidy, it made him crazy. You can't blame yourself." Mac moved towards Dick, and rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Well I do! I blame myself for being so horrible to him, I blame my dad for forcing him to play little league, and I blame the mayor for abusing him, and those stupid kids for trying to make him talk about it, and I blame Beaver for not telling someone," Dick ranted, becoming more emotional with every word. Mac just stood there, silently, listening to him, letting him vent. Then Dick quieted, calming himself down, forcing himself to breath, Mac being as consoling as she could be, considering that her emotional state wasn't much better than Dick's.

Eventually they both just stood there, staring at the coffin, thinking about what they could have done to stop Cassidy, what they could have done to help him. The priest began to read the final prayers as Cassidy's coffin was lowered into the hole below it. And it was almost as if he never existed. He was just the kid who blew up the bus. No one would care about what he had went through. Yes, he did kill so many people and he really was twisted, but it wasn't all his fault. And no one would remember that. No one but the two people who had come to his funeral. But they were the two people who mattered most to him, so really what they thought was all that mattered.

End of Chapter 1.

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