It's been a long time since we wrote this, so I honestly don't remember where we switched off. XD I do know that you wrote the top part of it, and that I had a ton of fun collabing with you, Night of the Cheshire. As usual. ;P So here's the second part! I hope y'all like it as much as I did writing it with Night of the Cheshire! Review replies are below. :)

fangurl: I did, actually, as I wrote in the AN. ;) But yeah, it does make him seem that way, which I believe he was. And still is, lol. ;)

KDesai: I'm so glad you liked it! TYSM!

Night of the Cheshire: Anytime. ;)

riversunshine: Thank you! I think that we might be planning that...not sure, lol. ;) And don't worry; your English seemed perfectly fine to me! :D Thanks again!

Disclaimer: I actually don't own this. Surprise.

Thea sat alone in her room.

She was only twelve and yet, so much tragedy had already struck. Her father was dead. Her brother was dead. Her best friend was dead. She could only imagine the Lance's it felt to. She would cry all day in her room. Thea skipped school for at least a month.

How she missed her brother and her dad.

She ate once a day, at most, and stayed out of sight. She cried as she thought back on her childhood with them.

When her father came back after she broke her arm while horseback riding. The night Oliver helped her through the storm. She played the game in her head over and over on those weeks. She smiled as the tears spilled, the happy moments inflicting her current pain.

"No." She sobbed.

"NO!" She screamed, throwing the closest object to her at the wall, in this case it was a school book. A resounding thud echoed throughout the room as it collided with the wall. Her hands came up to mouth as she sobbed, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

How could this be happening? She wondered.

Her mind strayed away to one of the few things she had thought about the past couple of months; what were their final moments like?

She couldn't help the twisted thoughts. This was her brother and her father, she needed to know what happened, even though she didn't dare find out. Even if there was no way to ever know.

Quiet sobs wracked her body as she pulled her knees up to her chin, burying her face in them.

She tried to imagine her dad's strong embrace as he held her and comforted her, while also imagining her brother's soothing voice as he comforted her, and told her a joke that would make her smile and momentarily forget about all of her pain.

A sob shook her whole, frail body as she realized with a sickening feeling that never again would she experience either of those things.

Some of the best things in the world to her.

Now, she never experiences any things like that.

Her friends aren't like that. They're not caring, not the way Oliver was. And she likes Raiza, but what could she do about Thea's pain when she, herself, was suffering? And Thea hadn't wanted to bother her, knowing that everyone else was miserable.

She was old enough now to understand what this all meant. She didn't have somebody there to protect her from all the anguish in the world. She sees the looks her mother gives her when he thinks she isn't looking.

It should've been you, the looks say.

So she's a disappointment to everybody around her, and the only people who actually cared about her are dead.

Tears stream silently down her cheeks as thunder claps overhead for the first time; starling her as her body jerks from the noise.

It crackles all around the house as the rain falls onto the roof in a coarse manner. She brings her head up, tucking her chin on top of her knees and glances outside of the window. Lightning dances across the sky, and she can't help but think of the night Oliver helped her to stop fearing storms.

But now...

Now she had every reason to fear them again.

Her body is moving before she can even process what exactly she is doing. She's on her feet, and quietly moving to the door to her room. It's midnight, so she quietly walks down the steps, her movements slow and skilled. She's only twelve, but she's had enough tragedy strike her to teach her a few lessons.

She doesn't have the same bounce in her step as she used to when her entire family was alive.

She moves now with the calm steps of an adult. She reaches the door, pausing as she straightens her T-shirt and shorts, the ones that Oliver had gotten for her, custom made for Christmas that read "Hi, I'm Speedy" on them.

She dreads the day that she outgrows them.

She slowly opens the door, careful not to let it creak, and steps out onto the patio, remembering an all-too-familiar night as she does, and immediately feels cold drops of water start trailing down her face as she closes the door behind her.

The raindrops mixing with the tears on her face as she looks towards the sky, barely even jerking when lightning slides across the clouds above her and thunder crashes down. She knows where she's heading. It won't take her long to reach there.

She walks slowly, calmly, even though she knows the risks of being out here right now, but it doesn't bother her. She's never been one to dislike risks.

She doesn't even care anymore.

She feels the cool, wet grass on the bottom of her bare feet, and she has to be careful not to fall on such slick terrain. She finally reaches her destination and suddenly feels all of her strength fade away as she sink to her bare knees in front of the two gravestones.

"Hey, guys..." She says with a forced, watery smile. The tears already coming back. "You're missing out on one heck of a storm, tonight." She says, voice barely above a whisper, and nearly inaudible due to the thunder constantly rumbling overhead, almost as if it's in turmoil with the lightning.

Each time one would strike, the other would roar.

She finds almost a sick and twisted irony in her words, knowing that it was a storm that had taken her father and brother's lives. "I miss you guys," She says, simply, voice raw. "Nothing is the same without you two." She hesitates, even though she knows that nobody will ever reply.

"I stopped a fight today in school. A couple of older kids were picking on James. Do you remember James, Ollie? They started shoving him, but I called the principal and he broke it up. Even suspended the other two kids for a week!"

"I did just what you said, Ollie. I didn't get involved, I just called the principal. Aren't you proud of me?" She asks, voice trembling, knowing that she'll never know the answer. Never get to know if she had ever made them proud.

"But then the kids turned on me and are now calling me a tattletale and making fun of me." She frowns and shakes her head. "I had only done what was right. So why did they do that?" She pauses and sighs.

"They started making fun of you guys the other day in class. I won't go into detail, but you wouldn't like it. And oh, it made me so mad. I guess that I really should have kept my mouth shut, though, because I got sent home for what I said in reply...it wasn't anything too bad. But I guess that it was kind of mean."

"Mom wasn't happy that I was sent home. She ended up sending me to my room before I could even explain. I know that she's just taking her anger out on me because of what had happened, but can't she see that I'm human, too? That I'm her daughter?" Thunder erupts overhead as she sighs, barely noticing it.

"I just miss you guys, and really want you to come home. Maybe then things could be better and go back to normal. Because life sucks, here. Everybody at school hates me, all of my friends are not really friends at all, as they're trying me to do things I know that you guys wouldn't like, and even at home everybody seems to hate me."

"Tommy and Laurel visit me every once in a while, but it's not the same. I know that they're trying, and that they're both suffering, too, but I can't help it. I just want you guys to come home,"

Her voice breaks off into a sob, and that's how she spends the next twenty minutes; curled up beside their tombstones, crying as the rain gently falls onto her and the ground around her, as if it's crying with her.

Eventually the rain stops, and leaves her on the ground, silently shivering as she talks to empty graves.

When she heads back into the house to change and shower before anybody is up, she realizes that Oliver had helped her yet again. Without even knowing, he had helped her to not fear the storm. She had forgotten all about the storm because she had simply been talking to her deceased brother.

And as odd as that sounded, it worked. She could feel his presence out there, and every once in a while she allowed herself to dream that her brother was still out there, just waiting for help. It was hard to not let herself believe the lie. Even when he was gone, he was still helping her.

And she knew that he would forever be in her heart, silently watching her like a guardian angel. Because of him, his presence in her life, whether he was alive or not, she could get through any storm.

Because of Oliver...Thea didn't fear any storm anymore.

Yep, there ya' have it! ;) TTFN! (Ta ta for now!)