Hello Darling Readers,

First of all I apologize for the lack of updates, I've had writers block like no other and most of my other excuses are crap so I won't even bother writing them. So I felt like you needed to know the truth so here it is. Personally I can't stand this story, and so this is the final chapter. I'm sure no ones to upset but I just know I can write so much better than this. I kind of wish I had just left this as a one shot as I had first planned. Oh well at least I tried and I now know I just couldn't save it. So sorry if anyone is disappointed but I promise I'll work on something much, much better and make sure that I know where I want it to go. Thanks for reading this story and thanks for all the support. Oh and definitely thanks for putting up with me.

Till Next Time, Peace!! – Erin

Here We Go Again – Chapter Ten: Goodbye

I sat and fumed hoping my fiery glare would burn through the back of his head. Bobby just insisted on our safety which of course involved leaving me in the car. I slouched further into the backseat my arms crossed and bottom lip sticking out in an unnecessary pout. Of course just to make matters fifty times worse it was snowing, pounding down in large sheets. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

A knock on the window startled me. Cautiously I looked up only to meet Jack's annoyed gaze. I rolled my eyes, leaned over and unlocked the passenger's door. He slid into the backseat beside me and shivered.

"It's cold outside," he stated. I just glared at him.

"Oh come on Remy," he was frustrated.

"What do you expect from me Jack, I'm only human."

"God your weird Remy," I just ignored him.

Truth be told nothing exciting ever happened to me. if only death would take me now. Stupid snow, stupid city, stupid….

"Uh Remy…REMY," I growled under my breath and snapped my head to face Jack.

"When…oh," I screamed as the barrel of a massive silver pistol was pointed in my face.

"Get Out," ordered an angry voice.

I stumbled out of the car as the man yanked harshly on my arm.

I stared at the snow before me, as a sharp pain shot through my arm. A group of men screamed orders at each other. Jack was being pushed around towards the alley.

"JACK…JACK," I screamed franticly as tears streamed down my face. I spoke to soon. I didn't literally mean it.

"JACK."

The scene around me became a blur of dark blobs. That's when bullets piercing the air was the only sound I was aware of. I had to stay awake I just had to.

"JACK."

"Jack."

"Shhh, Remy its okay," whispered an angel's voice

"Jack?"

"Remy calm down," the angel spoke again.

I opened my eyes unaware of anything around me. Immediately I regretted it. To bright, much too bright.

"Bobby shut the blinds," an angry dark grumble answered the angel.

"Please Bobby."

"Jack?" Why did I keep saying that name?

"Remy it's going to be okay."

The voices stopped.

Beep…beep…beep… oh my god that's annoying. I sat up and I'm pretty sure I screamed or tried to at least. A bunch of white blurs ran through the wall and started messing with the muscles I couldn't seem to move. My body wouldn't function. I was panicking. Oh no what's happening? I watched them, tears screwing up my vision even more. Then as if time froze everything stopped, except that annoying beeping ….beep….beep…beep.

"Remy can you hear me?" my focus came back and an aging man stared down at me. I felt my eyebrow rise in confusion.

"Yeah," I replied. What an epic answer. Someone chuckled, someone familiar. The man's eyebrows crease in annoyance.

"Good," he finished then turned on his heel and walked out the door.

"What the hell?" I thought but it came out in words. A chuckle came again.

"How yaw doing kid?" a voice asked.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah Kid," Bobby sat down at the end of the bed. I just stared at him old tears stained my cheeks.

"Jack?" I breathed.

"Went to smoke and to find a vending machine…he'll be back soon."

I looked away and whimpered, my muscles still refused to work. I closed my eyes no more tears, please no more tears. The click of the door opening didn't give me reason to come back to reality. Whispers and mumbles came from the end of my bed. Bobby's weight lifted from the mattress and a much lighter one replaced it. My angel. The door clicked open and closed once more and only after a few silent moments did I dare open my eyes.

"Jack," I sighed. He was no angel his hair a mess, his clothes worn and tattered and his eyes completely emotionless.

"Hey Remy."

"What happened?"

"I'm glad you woke up."

"What do you mean?"

"You're being transferred to a hospital in Colorado."

"But wait NO."

"I probably won't see you again."

"NO."

"Goodbye Remy."

"Jack NO."

He pressed his lips to mine one last time and then he was gone.