* = Author's Note – please see bottom of chapter for explanation.

Please see first chapter for trigger warnings.

=7=

"Game over."

The last thing Lucas remembered seeing was the masked face of the man who had bested him, and the barrel of a gun pointed directly at his head—well, what remained of his head, anyway. The light that followed the split-second sound of the gun firing off was brighter than any he had ever known, and it lasted longer than anything else he had ever experienced.

After what felt like years, the brilliant light that blinded him began to recede. Blobs of green, blue, and brown began appearing like splotches of paint that had been thrown onto a blank canvas. Eventually, the blobs began to take shape, and he realized that he was staring from the ground up—up into the foliage of trees that towered above him. He blinked slowly, unsure of what exactly was going on, but he eventually brought himself up into a sitting position to look around him. The land surrounding him was incredibly familiar, but it wasn't until he noticed the large mansion behind him that he knew exactly where he was. He was sitting outside the gate that led into the estate. He rose to his feet, the pebbles and dirt under his shoes crunching beneath his shifting weight—how was he back home?

He padded to the front gate, which was oddly missing the chain-lock that typically hung around the two middle bars. He cocked his eyebrow slightly as he put his hand out to touch the metal, but hesitated for a moment; after gathering himself, he wrapped his fingers around the cold metal, and tugged the right side of the gate open. When he did, instead of the typical ear-piercing screech the rusting joints usually gave, the gate opened in near silence as it slid into place. There was still the occasional squeak of metal, but it was a blatant improvement from how it was prior to now. Lucas ran his eyes over the mansion once more, contemplating whether or not he wished to go further—what if nothing had changed? He eventually decided that he would go further, but as he took his first few steps forward, something caught his eye; in his peripheral vision, he saw someone sitting underneath the large oak that was still standing strong upon the left side of the yard.

He turned his attention in that direction, and felt his breath catch within his throat. (Color) hair fluttered about in the gentle breeze, and beautiful (color) eyes stared directly at him—eyes that he hadn't seen for years. He watched as a tender smile crossed your lips, and he immediately felt drawn in that direction; the closer he got to the tree, the weaker his legs felt. He had seen this countless times before in his dreams, and each time he managed to get to you, you would vanish from his sight. This time though, when he dropped to his knees beside you, you didn't simply blow away with the breeze. You continued staring at him, that same smile upon your lips.

With a trembling, hesitant hand, Lucas reached out in front of him and placed your cheek within the palm of his hand. You released a soft sigh at the feel of his skin, and pressed your cheek just a tad harder against his hand—he laughed quietly, and you saw the tears that welled up in his eyes as both hands now gently caressed your cheeks.

"I-I… I can touch you this time… "

You nodded your head, but didn't say anything in response to him. He didn't care whether or not you spoke; all he cared about was the fact that you were real this time. He could touch you, and he could hold you against him again. For the first time in years, the first time since that horrible night that you were torn away from him, Lucas found himself in tears. The one person that he had cared about more than any other was with him again, by some act of God, and that was all that he had wanted. Finally, he watched as you parted your loving lips, allowing your sweet voice to reach his ears for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

"I've been waitin' for you for a long time, Lucas. I didn't expect you to be here so soon, but that's okay."

When Lucas realized what you had said, he felt his chest heave—you had been waiting for him? All these years, and you had been waiting for him right here? That would mean that you knew of what he had become after you had gone, and what he had done even outside of Eveline's control. A sudden, powerful surge of guilt washed over his entire body, and large droplets rushed down his cheeks and fell upon the grass beneath him. He bowed his head, his hands still holding on to your cheeks as he sat there and sobbed in silence. Finally, he managed to find the words that he wished to speak.

"Ain't nothin' I can do to atone for what I did… I know you probably saw what I did after you died, and there ain't no excuse for it. Those damn thoughts took over me, and I just didn't care no more… I let my desires run my life, even though I knew damn well what I was doin' was horrible. I don't know what I did to see you again, because I shouldn't even be here… but I-"

He was stopped only by a finger being placed against his lips, and he glanced up with puffy eyes in your direction. The smile upon your lips was gone, and replaced by a look of both sadness and concern. Now it was your turn to tenderly hold his cheeks within your hands, and you tugged his head onto your chest before you decided to speak again.

"I know, Lucas. I know about everythin' that you did. You hurt a lot of people, and a lot of it wasn't your fault. But, even after being freed from Eveline… you were lost. Like you said, there isn't an excuse for what you did, but the fact that it was the very first thing you said when you saw me leads me to believe that you truly are sorry. You could have played it off like nothin' happened, but you didn't. You recognized what you did. Someone who wasn't sorry wouldn't even think about doin' somethin' like that… even if it was in front of someone they love."

You could feel him shaking upon your chest, and you leaned down to place a soft kiss upon his head. You knew he was scared, but in all honesty, you weren't thinking any less of him than you had when you were still alive. You had witnessed what he had done, but you couldn't bring yourself to hate him. What Eveline did to him was something that would traumatize anyone, especially someone like him—he took out his hatred for what she did on those who didn't deserve it, and those who did. But, as you told him, the fact that he immediately owned up to everything that he had done without any kind of hesitation showed you that he did care about what he had done.

"She's right, son. After all… you ain't the only one who did some messed up things."

Lucas perked up a bit upon hearing the deeper voice, and he turned his head to see his father walking down the stairs that led from the inside of the house. He made his way over to the oak, and then glanced behind him to see that Marguerite wasn't far behind him.

"Mama? Dad? You guys are here, too?"

"That's right. We got here a while before you did, son. And before I say anythin' else, I wanna say how sorry I am. That girl made us do things to each other that we would have never done. Your mama and I… we've both done things that were horrible. So you're not the only one who's done bad things here."

Jack dropped down, taking a seat upon the grass beside you and his son. Marguerite stood beside her husband, her hand resting gently upon his head as she sighed softly.

"Exactly. Whatever that little girl did to us was something we had no control over at all. We may not have acted on our own like you did, but that don't excuse what we did, either. Jack and I should have been able to resist her, especially when it came to our family. But… we couldn't. And you, Lucas, you suffered the worst out of all of us. Takin' what your father and I did to you, havin' Eveline take (Name) from you in such a horrible way… and everythin' before that, too. We can't say we're proud of your actions outside her control, but we can say that we're proud of you for comin' forward about it and admittin' what you did. You're still our son, and we still love you, just like (Name) does."

Lucas's eyes wandered from his mother, to his father, and finally to you. He felt like such a child—being held by you whilst he was bawling his eyes out about what he had done. But hearing reassurance from those around him made him feel much better, and eventually, he managed to calm himself down. For a long while, you all sat around the tree in the front yard in silence, simply listening to the wind rustling the leaves of the trees around the estate. After a while, however, Lucas spoke.

"So then, what is this place?"

"Well, son… your mama and I think this is what was waitin' for us after we passed on. The more we thought about it, the more clear it became to us—this is our own lil' patch of Heaven. We had all we needed right here, so that's where we came after we died. Look at the house, too. Ain't nothin' wrong with it at all now. I'm sure you noticed the gate don't squeak any more, either."

Lucas looked over at the estate, and as his father had said, there was nothing wrong with it at all. No cracks or splinters in the wooden beams that lined the house, the stairs that led up to the front door were no longer bent in from years of being walked on, and the windows were almost as though they were brand new. He hummed softly to himself, then turned his head slightly to be able to look up at you.

"I don't care where we are, honestly. As long as I'm with you again, that's all that matters to me."

You gave a small smile, then leaned down to place a soft kiss upon the top of his head. He was right—as long as you were together again, that's all that mattered to you. You rose to your feet, your hand gripping Lucas's own as you tugged him upright alongside you. You didn't know what the future would bring, if there was any future at all within this place. But if everything was to be like this forever, you most certainly wouldn't mind it. Now together again with the family who loved you, save Zoe, the four of you began to make your way back into the estate. You had to admit it would be different without Zoe around, but you knew she would be along when the time was right.

Three years ago, everything changed for the worse. Now, you were right back where you left off before that day. And you couldn't be happier.

=Fin=

Author's Note (1): This ending was highly debatable—I was tempted not to do it, but then I figured I had tortured poor Lucas enough. I wanted to give him some kind of closure. That being said, I'd appreciate it if no arguments or whatnot erupted from exactly how this ended.

Author's Note (2): Finding a way to justify Lucas's actions after taking the serum was incredibly hard—so it ended up ending on a neutral note. It wasn't condemned, but it wasn't fully forgiven either.

Author's Note (3): Jack is in this place after his passing caused by Ethan. If you haven't played the End of Zoe DLC, stop reading here or risk being spoiled. I know that Jack is around in the DLC, but quite honestly, his conscious self died a long time ago. It was more so his body that survived as long as the DLC, rather than his soul and conscious.

Author's Note (4): Some might be wondering why I chose to have Lucas stay sane throughout most of the story, and the answer it quite simple. Meeting you changed everything. In the words of the "Daughters" DLC: "sometimes even a small, wandering step can change your course altogether." In this case, having you in his life gave Lucas a reason to resist his urges and temptations.

Author's Note (5): Writing this story has truly been an experience. To all of you who have made it this far, I thank you. You guys have made writing this all the more fun, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love each and every one of you.