AN: Ok, so I started this when I was in a grouchy mood about 3.07. I'm now going to finish it. Again, sorry about the morbidity. Once again I don't own anything.

Chapter 2

Sarah Walker had driven fast before, but not to this extent.

A million things were flooding through her mind as she sped toward the hospital. How did this happen? Why was he at Shaw's apartment? Why didn't I tell him when I had the chances? Feelings were also coursing her brain, feelings of despair, grief, hope and fear. But one feeling most of all dominated her mind.

Anger.

Anger at herself for not protecting Chuck better, anger at Shaw for even trying to flirt with her, and anger at Chuck for putting himself in danger.

She just hoped that it wouldn't be too late to say her piece.

She arrived at the hospital and joined Casey and Shaw in the company of Devon and Ellie (who was foaming at the mouth, figuratively) and the attending surgeon. The surgeon looked up and said two words. Two words which would be engrained in all of their memories forever.

"I'm sorry."

Ellie fell against Devon in shock and despair. Casey and Shaw bowed their heads in remorse. But Sarah just stood there, the color draining from her face. She couldn't believe it. She would never get to say her piece. He was gone, snuffed out like a candle flame, just one more causality in the battle between good and evil.

To make matters worse, at the scene they found a bouquet of flowers and a card with Sarah's name on the envelope. Sarah just crumpled into the fetal position and broke down at the thought. He was around that apartment because of her. He was trying to win her back from Shaw. In effect:

She led him to his death.

Was she a curse? Was she a leper towards humanity? Anything she touched or felt strongly for seemed to get taken away. She had these thoughts for about a minute and then her thoughts turned around.

Was he a curse? Was he a leper towards humanity? He had done great things in the three years that she knew him and he never seemed to get respect from anybody, even from her. He never got to experience glory, and yet he was the most heroic person she ever knew.

And most important of all, he never knew how much he meant to her.

She gritted her teeth in front of everybody and set her sights on one very important thing.

If he didn't know, how much he meant to me, I will let everybody know how much he meant to me. At least he will receive some glory now from everyone. It's the least I can do.

She was determined to carry out this goal.

AN: I have an epilogue idea that if you want me to write, please review and tell me.