Hey guys! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! So, thanks to Athena's-Daughter (sorry if that's spelled wrong) I got total inspiration as to what drama is about to unfold.

I'll just say it now- there is going to be a death in this Chapter. DON'T FREAK OUT. It's not a main character, but it definitely is going to put Caitlyn into depression. Who will it be? And will Nate be able to save her?

Read and find out….

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Nate stayed true to his words. As family began arriving, I mainly hid in our room, sleeping or eating anything Nate gave me. Whatever I asked for, he gave to me. He was so understanding and caring, that one night I actually cried about it. Hey- blame the hormones.

It was Christmas Eve now, and everyone was back from out of town. My cramps and back pain had subsided, I was in a much better mood, and Mitchie and Shane had arrived, as well as Jason and his family. It was a complete full house, and it was filled with love, laughter, and family togetherness. After trying to talk in the living room to catch up on what had happened to everyone in the past 4 days and getting numerous interruptions by multiple babies, parents, and siblings- we finally got up and left, moving to Mitchie's room which was off limits to all the guests because of all the musical equipment we had in there. If any kid were to mess around with it, they probably would break it, which would cost about 600 worth of damage. A lot of money no parent would want to pay.

We all sat on the floor in a circle, sitting crisscross. I was next to Nate, Jason was to the right of Nate, to the left of me was Mitchie, and across from me was Shane. Nate immediately grabbed Mitchie's guitar, playing some soft chords while we once again tried to catch each other up on everything.

"First. I wanna know what Jason did." I said, smiling at him. I still felt guilty that he felt like he had to leave when it was just Nate and I in the house.

"I hung out with my parents and got to go shopping for Christmas gifts." He said, grinning. "I got you guys something really special."

We laughed, shaking out heads. That Jason.

"Well I'm glad you had fun." I said, grinning at him.

"Lucky you. I had to deal with Mitchie." Shane mumbled, earning a whack from Mitchie.

"What happened?" I asked, trying not to laugh as Shane rubbed his arm where Mitchie had hit him.

"I started my period." She said, rolling her eyes. I saw Nate's head shoot up.

"What's that?" Jason asked. We all looked at him for a second.

"Dude no way! Cait started too while you guys were gone!" Nate just decided it would be easiest to ignore Jase. Poor guy.

I laughed, "Yeah that's what happens when two girls live together; their bodies become in sync with one another."

"That's odd." Nate said, contemplating the information I had given him. "So how bad was she, man?" He asked, looking at Shane. I saw Mitchie send him a look.

"Oh, she wasn't that bad. Just a little moody, but nothing a little ice cream and sleep couldn't fix. How was Caitlyn?"

"She wasn't too bad either. As long as I did what she asked me to she was fine. She had a lot of back pain though."

"Wow I feel like we're dogs." I mumbled to Mitchie, who nodded, "Are you guys done yet?" I asked loudly, making the boys stop talking. Nate sent a smile my way and I stuck my tongue out at him. Immature, I know.

"Anyways, Shane's parents are amazing. I felt totally at home there." Mitchie pressed on, ignoring Shane who looked like he wanted attention.

"Aw, really? That's great." I said sincerely, smiling at her.

We all sat in a comfortable silence, when suddenly Inseparable started blasting from someone's cell phone. We all knew it was mine.

I groaned, standing up and seeing it on my bed. I jumped onto the bed, glancing at the time as I did so. Who would call me at 1 in the morning? Without looking at the Caller ID I flipped it open, asking warmly,

"Hello?" I could hear faint sobs in the background, and I immediately stiffened, "Dad?" I asked softly, becoming very worried. I could see Nate begin to stand up but I wasn't paying attention.

"Caitlyn." My dad said, in a voice barely above a whisper, "This morning…your Grandfather passed away."

I stood there in shock, holding the phone to my ear. I could feel everyone's eyes in the room on me, but I didn't care. I wasn't paying attention at all.

"H-how?" I asked, as I could feel my eyes beginning to burn. Everyone in the room was standing up now.

"He had a heart attack. But I don't want to tell you all the details over the phone. We'll talk when you and Nate come back which-"

Everything after that I either didn't hear, or didn't care, because I had fallen to the floor in sobs so hard I didn't know how I was breathing. Every memory of my Grandfather flooded to my mind as I held my knees tightly to my chest, each second feeling like a sharp pain to my abdomen as subconsciously my mind kept reminding my body to breathe.

Flashback.

"Grandpa! Can you take me down the stairs on your back please? Just one more time?"

"I would love to, Cait-Bait, but I'm afraid I'm too tired now. How bout I take you after I take a little nap?"

"Okay pops! I love you!"

"I love you too kiddo."

End Flashback.

He was sick, and I had known it. But I never even thought about him once when I had left to come to Mitchie's. I hadn't called him, or checked up on him. I just assumed he would be at Christmas like he was every year. The tears fell down harder.

Flashback.

"Dad, how come Grandpa doesn't come around that much anymore? He used to come every weekend."

"I'm afraid you're Grandpa isn't doing very well, Caitlyn…it's been a rough couple months, but he'll pull out of it. Don't worry."

(A few weeks later)

"What I'm going through, all this pain and blood loss, it's not worth it. I wish I could die right now."

I had heard him say that to my Dad, I don't think I was supposed to have though.

End Flashback.

I don't remember when Nate's arms had wrapped around me, or when the Adults had been informed, I didn't even know if it was Nate who kept saying stuff to me. I wasn't listening. My head was pounding from lack of oxygen and my eyes were so blurry I couldn't see.

I hadn't cared. I hadn't spent enough time with him. And now he was gone.

I don't know how I got the strength, but I did and broke free of Nate's grasp, running through everyone who was crowded into the room. I heard numerous people yelling out my name but I didn't listen. I needed to run, I needed to get away. I needed air.

I burst out the front door and ran as hard and as fast as I could down the road. I couldn't see, and I didn't know where I was going but I needed to get out. I heard someone shouting my name, but that only opted me to run faster. Whoever was after me was quicker though.

I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards them, and though I was struggling against them, they just pulled me closer and tighter. I gave up and collapsed onto the ground, the cool air making my throat dry as I cried for the man who had probably loved me more than anyone else in the entire world. I cried for being stupid, I cried for not caring. I don't know how long I sat there sobbing and screaming for my grandpa.

The person who had followed me outside was still holding me, and I wanted them to let me go. I wanted to get away from everyone and just hide. The person was talking to me softly, but I still wasn't listening. I didn't want to.

"Let go!" I said, tearing my arms away from the person who was holding me. "LET ME GO!" I yelled at the person, still not able to see clearly, as my breaths came in staggered and sharp. They wouldn't let me go though, and instead pulled me towards them, wrapping their entire self around me.

I think it was Nate, because I finally listened.

"Baby, shh, calm down."

This made me cry harder as I hung onto him, sobbing onto his neck as he stood there, holding me. I think I passed out, because everything went black shortly after, and I could hear Nate yelling my name…

"You don't need to be scared, Cait-Bait. I knew you were always thinking about me."

"But I never called, or emailed you to tell you I loved you."

"You didn't need to tell me, I knew you did."

"How?"

"Because you love Nate."

"But he took me away from you."

"No, honey. He gave you life and showed you how to live it. He gave you love and showed you how to use it. He's taught you everything I couldn't."

"I wasn't there for you."

"It wasn't your job to watch over me."

"But I needed to."

"No, Caity, you…"

I drifted back into reality, my eyes fluttering open. I was lying down in a bed, and I could see Nate at my side, looking like he hadn't slept in days. I noticed that I woke up crying and that I was still crying now.

Would the pain ever end? Why did it have to be this way? I think someone said something to me but I wasn't listening again. I didn't want to be comforted; I didn't want to be understood. I was having the urge to run again. When I went to move, I felt that my legs were way too sore. I remembered that I fallen onto a gravel road, and had probably scraped up my knees. I had also collapsed numerous times onto surfaces that weren't soft at all.

I curled up into a ball, deciding not to hold back. I began sobbing again; feeling like the whole world was crushing down on me. My Grandfather had meant everything to me, and I had meant everything to him. And yet I hadn't bothered to check up on him. I didn't get to spend time with him. All my questions about him were unanswered; all my moments with him had vanished.

I think that was why I was crying so hard. Because I knew that I couldn't get back the time that I had wasted. And when he had died, I had felt a part of me die with him. He had suffered so much, and had been through so much, and I couldn't have even left my stupid, busy world to spend a little time with him.

I needed to run again. I threw the covers up off of me, barely making it to the door before I again felt Nate's arms around my waist, holding me firmly. I don't think I was crying anymore, because when I spoke my voice came out clear and strong.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, shoving Nate's chest away from me. He wouldn't let go. "Let. GO!" I screamed again, but he wouldn't. I think he was shaking me now, because he was looking me dead in the eyes.

"Caitlyn!" He said loudly, pulling me to my senses. I simply looked up at him, feeling the need to cry again. His eyes immediately softened when he saw the look on my face and he pulled me towards him, laying my head on his chest.

"My poor baby," He said softly, stroking my hair as I wept onto him for the second time.

"He's gone." I choked out, "It's all m-my f-fault- h-he-"

"Sshhh." Nate soothed, pulling me back onto the bed. He held me close to him, as I cried myself to sleep.

I didn't know what day it was. I could have cared less that it was Christmas. I did know though, that when I woke up, Nate was still watching over me, my Guardian Angel. I smiled for the first time in what felt like days.

"You should get some sleep." I said, fighting the roll of emotions that wanted to take me over again.

He shook his head, "I'm fine." I knew he was lying because it looked like he could have passed out from sleep deprivation.

"Come sleep with me, I promise I won't run."

He looked at me carefully, before standing up. "Fine, but I'm bringing in Mitchie to watch over you incase you decide to bolt while I'm sleeping." I nodded, a little peeved by that. I wasn't suicidal.

I was now in the mode of silent tears. They kept falling but my breathing was the same. Nate was asleep within seconds, and I could tell Mitchie hadn't gotten any more sleep than he had, either. I began to feel bad.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. And she looked up surprised when I had spoken.

"You didn't do anything wrong." She said simply, giving me a faint smile.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, still unaware of the whole story. "All I remember is sobbing and running."

She took in a deep breath, "Well, once you collapsed on the floor we were all really confused. Nate was smart enough to pick up the phone and talk to your Father, and got the whole back-story on what happened while I tried to calm you down. Then Nate took over, saying you needed him, and held you, trying to sooth you. It was like you were in a whole 'nother world, Caitlyn. You weren't even responding to any of us. Then you randomly got up and ran, bolting out the door. Nate was the first one to get up and follow you, while my Dad yelled your name. None of us saw where you ran, but Nate seemed to know and just kept running after you till he finally pulled you into his arms. You screamed at him, telling him to let you go but he didn't. He never let go. And then you collapsed in his arms and all Hell broke loose from there. Nate was freaking out and trying not to cry while I was sobbing and Shane was trying to wake you up with Nate. You were so…lifeless. I honestly thought I lost you." I could see Mitchie was tearing up and I looked away, tears also threatening to fall on my face, but she continued. "Then Nate and Shane took you to the guest bedroom and waited. Nate never left your side. He never slept or ate or drank anything. He said he wanted to be there when you woke up." I glanced towards Nate, who looked so peaceful while he slept. How could he love me that much? "Then when you did wake up, you tried running again. But Nate was there to save you, again. You yelled at him but he wouldn't let go, and then you collapsed a second time. Nate began freaking out all over again, blaming himself for not being able to calm you down while Shane yelled at him to stop blaming himself for everything. It wasn't really a very pretty sight…tension was high and if people weren't crying then they were yelling at each other." She sighed, and I figured it was the end of her story.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled again, looking down. I had put a lot of people into unnecessary stress. Mitchie smiled at me, though,

"I know you would have done the same for me."

I smiled back, before cuddling into Nate's side, falling asleep for the third time but this time feeling completely safe.

When I woke up, Nate was awake, looking much better than before. Mitchie was gone and no one else was in the room. I felt sick.

"Hey." Nate said softly, taking my hand and kissing it gently. I smiled at him a little.

"Hey." I said back closing my eyes as I took in a few deep breaths.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked cautiously, his voice still calm and low.

I shrugged, "What is there to talk about? He's gone." There were no tears this time. Nope, I was all cried out. Now I think I was just bitter.

"Everyone has to go someday, Caitlyn…" Nate whispered, stroking my hand with his thumb.

"But it wasn't his time yet." I argued, shaking my head.

"You don't know that, baby. I think God was ready to take him. And I think your Grandpa was ready too."

"Well did God ever ask me if I was ready?!" I yelled, instantly losing my temper, "Because it sure as Hell felt like I wasn't!"

Nate sighed, looking down. "I know this is hard to accept, baby, but he really is gone now…and I think he would have wanted you to be happy."

"How do you know? You don't! You never knew him! You never even got to meet him! Why? Because I was too stupid to take you to meet him! He deserved to meet you!" I was still yelling, but Nate was taking all of it in.

"You weren't stupid, Caitlyn. These things happen, you couldn't have known about it ahead of time."

"He wasn't supposed to go! He was supposed to see me Graduate! And see me get married! He was gonna teach me how to drive, and was going to take me fishing every spring break like we always did! But who's going to do that now? Who's going to fill up the hole in my heart?" I wasn't yelling anymore, but I was still angry. Angry with myself, and angry with God. I didn't even know if I was allowed to be mad at him, but I needed to be anyways.

Nate was silent, but kept a firm grasp on my hand. I felt like I was never going to get out of this. I felt like my sanity was slipping away, and honestly the only reason I even had any left was because of Nate. All he had to do was sit there and watch me and I felt like I was at least a little bit normal.

"Are you still going to want to be with me after all of this?" I had asked him after one particularly rough day of him talking to me and me not saying a word back. He looked at me with hard eyes, before responding.

"I'm not even going to respond to that because you know the answer. Caitlyn, come on. How long is this going to last, baby? It's been almost 4 days now that I've been by your bedside and you've been going in and out on me. You need to get out of bed and become normal again sometime."

"What, so are you saying I'm not normal?" I asked, immediately becoming defensive.

"Caitlyn…" He said, sighing.

"What? Don't 'Caitlyn' me! If you're sick of waiting on me then just leave! No one asked you to stay!"

Nate must love me more than I thought because he didn't leave. He fought for the part of me that I thought I had lost with my Grandfather.

"I want to stay, I just hate seeing you like this. It hurts me too, Caitlyn. To know I can't do anything to help you."

"I don't need help." I said, though even I knew I did.

He sat on the edge of my bed and cupped my face in his hands, before whispering: "I just want my Caitlyn back."

And I swear to God, the actual Nate William Presley began to cry. It wasn't any heavy weeping, but I saw him get up and quickly look away, hiding his face from me so I couldn't see.

"Nate," I said, my heart reaching out to his. I could see his eyes were red and I held out my arms to him. He willingly accepted my embrace, as I held him close to me. I hadn't realized how much my depression was hurting him, too. "I'm sorry." I whispered into his hair. "The moment I know how to bring back the old Caitlyn, I will."

He looked at me carefully, before sitting up, taking both my hands into his.

"I think you already brought her back." He said, smiling a little. He was right, I was responding to him and smiling, and I was feeling his emotions like I used to. "I love you, Caitlyn."

"I love you, too." I whispered back, beginning to cry. (I know, like there hadn't been enough crying already.) Nate pulled me into his lap, holding me close to him like a baby as he rocked me back and forth.

"I thought I lost you." He kept mumbling over, and over again.

"You could never lose me Nate," I whispered, "Never."

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WHEW! That was a depressing one. I was crying tons through this one. So this was actual kind of a personal experience with me…my Grandfather passed away and I freaked like this. Course I didn't have a Nate to love me and comfort me at the time, but I still went through it all the same. Don't worry! Caitlyn will come back to her normal self soon! She just needs to accept it first, which is usually the hardest thing to accept about death.

Forgive me for the type-o's, but I really feel this Chap is much too emotional to care about grammar.