10 hours later…
Walking into the Klebitz house, Jack and the others found Carly and Johnny asleep on the couch, empty Chinese food cartons nearby. Trent and Paul were also asleep as well as everyone else, Immy lightly shaking Sam.
"What did you all do, turn it into a campout?" Immy asks as Sam woke up, hearing Paul talking in his sleep.
"Something like that… comforting each other by being there, I guess." Sam says.
"Trent… give me back that beer!" Paul mutters, Trent stretching his legs out.
"Tommy stole it!" Trent mumbles, Carly waking up and hitting Tommy.
"Hm? What now Scott?" Tommy asks.
"Yeah, if Scott shrunk 13 inches and had a sex change!" Carly mutters.
"Of course you would get a sex change, I always knew it would happen." Tommy mumbles in his sleep.
"Thomas Mikelson LaFort, wake your ass up!" Carly snapped at him, Tommy screaming as he woke up.
"Tiny seriously? You know that I'm not a morning person. Why do you keep doing this to me?" Tommy says.
"We all gotta get up, we fell asleep here again." Johnny says, rubbing his eyes as he and Carly sat up.
"Not me, I'm going back to sleep and no-one wake me up." Tommy says, shoving the pillow over his face.
Carly and Johnny kissed and Carly headed upstairs to their room, pulling her tank top off and tossing it to the bed, not realising Lex had crashed there.
"I'm not looking, I'm not looking." Lex says, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Good. Keep it that way." Carly says as she grabbed some clean clothes, a towel and headed to the bathroom, Lex hearing the shower running minutes later and pulling himself up.
When looking around, he saw a book that caught his attention… a book of baby names.
"I'll be asking questions later." Lex says before putting the book down and leaving the room.
"Good mornin, Lex." Malia says, yawning sleepily.
"Morning Malia." Lex says. "Sleep okay?" He asks.
"Somewhat… I heard Carly crying in her sleep at one point." Malia says, Indie just waking up herself.
"I honestly think… Carly feels some guilt over T, Skye and K8 disappearing." Indie says.
"How could she? It wasn't her fault." Lex says.
"She and Trevor weren't getting along much before that whole trip to Rock Island… and I let loose and went off on her the day they disappeared, I found a test under Carly's pillow." Sam says after walking upstairs.
"So you thought she might've been trying her hardest to keep Trevor from trying to kill the baby?" Lex asks.
"Yeah… I knew that Trevor would flip about a baby from anyone and it just snapped in my mind… was the only answer I really knew at the time, before Tracey confessed to it." Sam says.
"And then you and Carly just snap right back together like Legos." Lex says.
"I guess we do… or magnets. Pull them apart, they snap right back again." Sam says.
"Yeah, that's one way of putting it." Lex says.
Carly finished getting cleaned off, dried off and wrapped the towel around her as she stepped out of the shower, last night's nightmare ringing through her head.
"I don't get how it's any of your business, you haven't been much of a sister lately!" Carly screamed at Tracey, whose eyes were rage filled and locked on Carly's stomach.
"You're right, we haven't been much of sisters… and I've hated you for years, Carly! How you always interrupt and ruin my decisions! Well now, little violet eyes, you're gonna pay for it!" Tracey yells, going quieter at the end and drawing a knife from her pocket. "And it's not just termination time… I'm gonna cause some more damage than that, so you can't ever do this again!" She says.
On instinct, Carly pulled her SNS Pistol and fired, the bullet hitting Tracey's throat and her falling to the floor, Amanda having run in and ran over to the choking blonde to try to save her… but it was too late and Tracey's eyes slid closed, Amanda whimpering as she looked at the shocked Carly.
"You… are a murderer, Carly Jade… of your own family… just like I knew you always were." Amanda says.
"She was… gonna kill my child…" Carly says as tears streamed down her face.
"You are… and always will be the murderer of Tracey De Santa… and that's what people will know you as for many years to come…" Amanda says… before everything turned black.
In the darkness at first, all Carly knew was that she could hear a heavy, thudding heartbeat. A white outline started appearing before Carly, a few moments of the outline appearing as if it were being drawn passing before Carly worked out that it was hers and Johnny's house, along with the neighbouring ones either side.
The image that eventually appeared was in a drawing, a style that seemed halfway between realistic and cartoon… then another outline appeared in front of the buildings, this time a small person. The moment the blonde was coloured into the hair, Carly knew who she was… this person was her daughter. The moment the final touch was added, the girl came to life… and looked right into Carly's eyes, with a look that burned right into Carly's soul as she suddenly found herself remembering the times many people had said she'd turn out as a murderer and that any kids she had would be just like her…
The girl's eyes turned bright red… and all three houses behind her exploded before it all finally blurred out and ended.
Carly breathed heavily, too terrified to scream but tears were falling like waterfalls… it wasn't long before she felt Johnny's arms around her and hung onto him, burying her face into his torso.
"She was… looking right at me. Her eyes… bright red with rage…" Carly manages to say as Johnny rubbed his hand up and down her back.
Waiting outside was Ashley… and as Clint walked over, he saw a wild look in her eyes, knowing she was mad.
"What's wrong Ash?" Clint asks.
"Tracey tampering with the plane has pushed Carly towards night terrors… that's it, I'm gonna rip that blonde bitch apart, starting with her implants!" Ashley growled, leaving before Clint could stop her.
A while later…
"No visitors!" Tracey mumbled as a nurse led Ashley into the room. The second the nurse was gone, Tracey let out a startled shriek as she was yanked up by her straitjacket.
"Well, what do we have here?" Ashley asks.
"Ash… been a long time, hasn't it?" Tracey says nervously.
"You tampered with my dad's plane, stranded him, his girlfriend and their friend and all this madness is causing Carly the same kind of night terrors I suffer from, you heartless bitch!" Ashley growls, yelling at the end.
"Good… Carly and night terrors, they deserve each other. Maybe she'll even realise how much of a failure she'll be as a mother too!" Tracey says.
"You want to talk failure, Tracey?! The girl who bleached her hair blonde because she despised how she looked, the girl who shoved her fingers down her throat because of her raging insecurities… took it all out on one of the few people truly innocent and actually happy with herself, not having to alter what she looks like or shove half of Bolivia up her nose every Saturday night?! You fucked your own life up just to live like a wannabe porn star when you could've been doing something meaningful in life, Tracey Diane Townley! You turned out exactly like Amanda, only difference if you don't have any kids to screw up!" Ashley says, yelling the last part and scaring Tracey slightly after bashing Tracey's head against the wall.
"No, I could never measure up to the Caroline lookalike Daddy was always so proud of! The tiny frame, never a mark on her face she had to cover up, the perfect shade of brown hair that almost looks blonde and those damn eyes! It's like looking into a damn mirror! Hell, she was never arrested after killing that guy in what she claims was self defense!" Tracey shouts.
"It was fucking self defense! You fucking-" Ashley says, punching Tracey in the face "slutty-" she punch Tracey again "fucking fake-" She punched her again "whore." She finishes and punches Tracey one last time.
"If you're gonna kill me, get it over with." Tracey says coldly.
"Well since you want to die, I'll let you live. Hurting you is better than death, because you will be in pain for the rest of your life." Ashley says.
Ashley threw Tracey to the floor and left, stretching her fingers out and grabbing her two way radio, turning it on.
"Seriously, was Tracey always like this? Bitchy and horrible?" Ashley heard Skye ask Trevor.
"There was a time all three siblings got along with each other… how about you and your sisters?" Trevor says.
"Well, our interests did collide every now and then, but… me, Nicole and Maisie can't remember a time without each other because there never was one, and Melody… she's a bit more different than us three, but we still get along perfectly." Skye says.
"You know… I've barely seen Maisie much, I don't think anyone really has." Trevor says.
"Maisie is… the type of girl who wants to get all work done before having her fun. Even then… she's someone who's happy when it's quiet." Skye says.
"I really… hope everything's okay back home. I'm sorely tempted to put Tracey in the ground but Amanda would swear vengeance on me." Trevor says.
"Fuck Amanda. If she tries to fight you, fight right on back twice as hard." Skye says, Trevor seeing it in her again. Ever since her encounter in the snowy part of the forest, her imagination had gotten bloody.
"Skye… maybe you should… consider some kind of therapy. Doesn't have to be talk therapy but yoga or acupuncture could help." Trevor says.
"Yeah, well you keep telling yourself that." Skye says, standing up. "We get off this damn island and get home first, then I'll consider therapy." She says, walking off over to the wooden walkway which they'd made between the yacht and the shore, walking across it and sitting down on the sand by a small fire they'd made on the beach, the orange light glowing in the darkness.
Ashley turned the radio off and went back to Carly and Johnny's house, finding Carly ready for the day and lying back on a lounge chair. Sitting by the pool was Maisie, lightly splashing some water at Carly.
"Maisie!" Carly says, laughing slightly. Ashley smiled and walking over and sitting in a lounge chair next to Carly.
"What happened to your hands, Ash?" Maisie asks.
"Beat someone to a bloody pulp." Ashley says.
Carly turned onto her right side, the dull ache in her lower back bugging her again.
"Little one causing trouble?" Ashley asks, Carly nodding slightly.
"It was Tracey you attacked… wasn't it?" Carly says.
"Yeah it was." Ashley says.
"There were days… my older sister was nice. Never screamed at anyone, never insulted them… I wish I knew what changed." Carly says, Ashley pulling her into a hug.