Angels Wept

This is a very sad story, hopefully events in this story NEVER happen to anyone, and I would Never wish this upon my worst enemy.

Tissues at the ready...

May I take this opportunity to remind you that this is listed as a Tragedy and I hope you will take this with a pinch of salt. Please remember that this is all fiction... No Connor/Abby/Danielle/Nicola's were hurt during the writing of this story.

Hugs have been passed onto Connor.

He found Connor kneeling on the floor, bent double in agony, clutching a photograph. Tears sprang into his eyes as he watched his friend relive the agony of the previous weeks.

It was now that everything caught up with Connor, and he sobbed...

He sobbed for his precious Danni.

He sobbed for his gorgeous Nikki.

He sobbed for his beloved wife, Abby.

They were gone.

All of them had gone.

Poor Connor was all alone with only his friends for company.

Becker glanced at Matt who was stood behind him. He gulped and exited the room leaving Connor for a moment. He grabbed Matt as he went.

"He needs to be alone, he needs to get this out of his system" Becker shook his head. "He's denied this for so long that he doesn't know what to do".

"I was beginning to wonder what would bring him out of his catatonic state. I'm glad we brought him here, but where is the anomaly?" Matt questioned looking at Becker who shook his head.

"There is no anomaly; it was a ruse to bring him here."

Becker and Matt left Connor with Emily who was doing a brilliant job in getting him to open up to her. Connor spoke to her at length about his family, sharing anecdotes that he had never shared with anybody else. The very act of talking to someone lightening his spirits. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders and his mood improved. And so Connor's grieving process began. He actually felt better for it and was happy at having Jess and Marie organise Abby's funeral.

The day of Abby's funeral the sun shone as it had done on the day the twins had been buried. Connor had opted to have Abby, buried next to the girls, it seemed fitting that mother and daughters should be buried side by side.

Again, mourners were abundant, all of them having heard the terrible news via the BBC. The whole nation seemed to be following the story on the news. Parenting websites had exploded with parents up and down the country talking about this particular story.

Teddy bears still arrived for the girls and Marie and Sadhana, gathered them all up to be donated to the local Children's hospitals.

Connor stood motionless, trying very hard to concentrate on the few words that were said. Again he had asked Lester to do this particular honour because he did not have the strength to say them himself.

Lester himself struggled with the epitaph, Abby had been one of the original team, and since her wedding to Connor, had thought of her as his daughter. Lester looked over to Caroline. It was at times like these he relied on her to give him the courage to carry on.

Becker fought his own demons as he struggled with the loss of another team member. He always had hated the times when anyone died or went missing. He recalled the first time Abby and Connor had gone missing along with Danny. With head bowed, he stood, a caring arm around Jess' waist. Jess had grown close to Abby since the time they shared a flat together. Jess had even been Maid of Honour at her wedding. She thought back to her own conversation with Abby on the day the twins had died.

"Abby, when this is all over; and the girls are well enough, would you... will you be my Maid of Honour?"

"Of course I will,"

"Do you think the girls would like to be my bridesmaids?"

As things stood at the moment Jess and Becker felt that moving their Wedding day to the following year was appropriate. She wished things had been different, and she cried because she was going to miss Abby terribly.

Jenny stood the other side of Becker, crying quietly. Again she had known Abby for a long time and they had become very close friends.

Matt and Emily stood next to Jenny. Tears rolled silently down Emily's face as she remembered the woman she could have easily called her sister. She recalled the time when she had crocheted blankets for the girls, just before they had been born. Abby had been thrilled to see Emily's handiwork.

Amongst the crowd of mourners Connor made out a familiar face. It was Mel, Abby's friend and Alison's mum.

One concealed person watched from a distance.

Jack Maitland hid himself away from Connor's gaze. He wanted to be here but did not want to face Connor after what had happened. Guilt had overcome him. He blamed himself for Abby's death. If he hadn't told her anything, she would still be alive! So he hid from Connor and the rest of the ARC team.

Connor watched as the mourners left the graveyard. He noticed Becker and Jess standing in the distance. He knew they would wait for him. He turned and looked at the three graves; of mother and two daughters. Tears streamed down his face, he sat between them, missing his family, words escaping him. It was an hour after the last of the mourners had left that Becker went up to Connor. He looked down upon his colleague, he seemed to have aged so much in this past week, and it didn't seem possible that this was the same Connor Temple who had been arranging his holiday merely three weeks ago.

Gently he placed a hand on Connor's shoulder.

"I think we should go now" Becker stated. He held out a hand and helped him to his feet.

"Thanks Becker, you've been a great mate!" Connor gazed at the man who would help him through the pain that the next few months would bring.

Even though Lester had told Connor to take as much time as he needed off, Connor couldn't bear being anywhere else. He decided to throw himself into his work. It was the only thing that kept him going.

One thing Connor hated was going home to the empty house. He had not wanted to take Rex back with him, knowing that he was looked after and cared for better at the ARC than anywhere else. The house, once full of people, had felt warm and inviting, now it felt cold and depressing. He would go into the bedrooms and find himself weeping. One night he ended up in a bar. On that occasion Matt had found him and taken him home. Connor had been violently ill that night, and he swore to himself he would never drink excessively again.

Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, I don't do funerals very well.

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