A/N: WARNING! THIS IS THE TRAGEDY ENDING. DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT THE COMEDY ENDING, SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR THE HAPPIER VERSION OF THIS TALE.

Reunited, the seven exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together the next weekend. During the week, they would see each other sometimes at Buck's or Joey's Diner. It was hard to go back to calling them by their new names. JD and Vin had the hardest problem. JD slipping up when asking Buck on how he was supposed to do something.

"You know," JD said while sitting on break with Buck, "it's kind of weird working for you when we used to work together fighting bad guys."

Buck looked around cautiously, making sure none of his customers heard them.

"Well right now you're Winston, a teenager who is working for Joey, so you're just going to have to deal." Buck said in a low voice.

The door jingled as Chris stepped into the diner, still wearing his police uniform and a frown that seemed to be getting worse each day.

"Problem man?" asked Buck with a smile.

"I work with idiots." Chris murmured and sat down beside JD. Buck went around and made his friend some much needed coffee.

"What happened this time?" asked JD.

"There was a robbery earlier this week. It took the detective whose case it was four days to figure out who it was and then butchered the arrest. Got some of his men injured and shot. Luckily no one was killed."

"Why weren't you apart of the investigation? You're probably the one with the most experience."

"That was my past life. This one, I'm two years from the academy. Stuck on patrol duty and catching speeders until I can prove myself." Chris growled.

"How are you supposed to do that if you're stuck writing tickets?" asked Buck, handing a steaming cup of coffee to the other man.

"That's exactly what I told the captain. Got extra hours for it."

"Damn."

"Well, it's almost the weekend. We can unwind with the rest and see how their weeks are going." JD said, trying to sound optimistic.

"Are the others doing okay?"

"Ezra is having his usual luck with trying to fit in with others. Mouth probably getting him into a lot of trouble, but he's in the right area where he can use his persuasive tongue. Should've been a lawyer back then." Buck grinned.

"What about Vin?"

"Haven't seen him or Nathan."

Chris nodded and got back up. He placed the money on the table before taking off with his coffee.

"You think this whole knowing who we are is actually worse." JD murmured.

Buck watched from the window as his old friend got in his police car and drove off.

Vin was in need of space. Though he had a lot of that during his work, he still had the driving need to go out into the woods and just clear his head. He now began to notice how much of nature was replaced by ugly black top and houses. Missing his horse Peso, he actually walked most of his route just to be outside more. The mail vehicle felt even more suffocating than it usually did. All that was keeping him from leaving town now was that he was waiting for the weekend to spend time with his friends. The men he never thought he would see again.

Josiah sat in his work space looking out over the city. He was trying to find the answer to their strange reincarnation. Subtly asking his coworkers didn't get him far, and the internet never raised any serious case where this had happened before. Everyday he'd spend an hour praying, hoping for some kind of sign or answer.

"Way to be absent." He mumbled.

A call came that one of his clients was in the lobby. Josiah sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He still had work to do despite what was going on. Putting on a smile, he walked out into the lobby where a woman was waiting for him.

Nathan was sitting in the back of the ambulance cursing himself for seeming to forget everything he knew about the equipment he'd been working with for years. His partner was confused why he kept on hesitating.

"Maybe I'm not supposed to be doing this." Nathan sighed.

"What do you mean? What do you think you're supposed to be doing?"

"I'm not sure. Everything just feels off."

"Maybe you just need time off."

"Maybe." Nathan murmured, "But I've already used up more time then I should be allowed."

The other man frowned in confusion, not sure what to make of his coworker.

Ezra was tired of reading the stack of papers he was going through. Though he hated menial labor, this was a whole new level of torture. Most of his new associates were decent, while others would stab you in the back just to get the next promotion. It kind of made Ezra laugh.

Larabee would definitely hate this job.

The laugh died and he tapped his fingers on his desk absently. Without the others, without JD and Buck goofing off. Vin there to talk to. Chris to annoy. Nathan to escape his medical ministrations. Josiah's wisdom. It was all dull.

Hell, I only just got the job and I hate it.

Looking up, he saw one of his associates coming in with a binder full of papers to go over.

"Someone shoot me." He muttered and looked to the clock to see how many more hours he had left. Four hours. Sighing, he went back to what he was reading.

When the weekend came, the seven went to the address Chris had sent them. It was about three hours outside of Denver and he told them to bring camping supplies.

The group arrived at a field that was mostly weeds. A barn looking structure stood in the distance, run down and sad.

Buck frowned and spun in a circle to take it all in. "So why did you choose this place to meet up?"

Chris pointed to the barn, "Nathan, do you recognize it?"

Nathan squinted, trying to think if he did. Then his eyes went wide, "The livery?"

The others stared at the old building in shock.

"By chance I met Yosemite's kin. I asked them where this was at. We're standing where Four Corners used to be."

One by one, the group began to call out places that used to stand near the livery. The Clarion, Potter's general store. The Saloon. The boarding house.

"Hell," Buck wiped a stray tear, "never knew how much this would hit me when I saw it.

"The people we knew then." JD said softly, "their children have died and possibly some of their grandchildren."

"We don't even know what happened that day." Vin murmured, "After we died."

"What happened to the rest of the town?" Nathan said, thinking about Rain.

"From what Yosemite told his kin and they've been telling down the line, the peacekeepers were killed and they burned down the town. Anyone who was still in town was killed, but they let the citizens go."

"So they just wanted to kill us? Bastards!" Buck growled out and picked up a rock just to throw it into the woods.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this torturous trip down memory lane," Ezra interrupted, "but have we found out how we survived, or rather came back?"

"I wasn't able to find any real cases about this happening before. None of my colleagues had heard of this before." Josiah sighed.

"So what do we do then? Go through life again? If we die, will we be reincarnated again?" JD asked.

This rest of the seven shuddered at the thought.

"Lost in time." Vin murmured.

"I never should've prayed." Chris said under his breath.

Vin looked to his friend in confusion, "Why would you praying have anything to do with us being reborn?"

"First prayer bad luck." Chris snorted.

Josiah then turned to Chris, "That was the first time you prayed?"

"Had no reason to talk to God after he took my wife and son." Chris shrugged.

"You think Mr. Larabee's prayer is the reason we're stuck on Earth?" Ezra asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's possible that it holds some significance."

Chris began to feel guilty for having the others go through this new version of hell. The pain of realizing all their loved ones were dead and gone while they were still alive.

"If we could reverse the prayer, would you all want to go back? We'd probably be dead." Chris said, looking to each of his men.

They looked at one another, probably coming to terms through eye contact alone.

Closing his eyes, Chris prayed this would work. He felt Vin's hand on his shoulder and then Buck's on his other. JD had his on Buck's while Josiah was on his other side. Ezra was holding onto Vin while Nathan held onto him. As one, they sent up their request.

Nathan and Josiah gasped as they opened their eyes. They were lying under a pile of rubble. Clouds of smoke all around them. It was only for a minute, before their hearts stopped beating. Vin opened his eyes and groaned, he could feel his lungs filling with his blood as he struggled to breathe. He looked around and gave a smile. He was back. His sawed off rifle slipped from his grasp as he slumped on the edge of the building. JD woke up and was smiling up at Buck. He was only able to manage mouthing the words, 'we're home' before passing. Buck smiling back at his young brother and then felt a bullet rip right through him. He slumped down across the young sheriff. Ezra watched as his friends took their last breaths. He struggled to keep himself from dying, knowing that Chris was coming back for him. When the blond arrived, Ezra grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving him.

"It's okay. No more. You've…already done…so much…for me."

Chris looked ready to protest, but only nodded. Instead of getting to safety, he sat down next to Ezra. He talked to the man until he passed away. When the man came to kill Chris, Larabee only looked him in the eye.

"Better to just die."