Meanwhile…
"Trevor!" Skye says, pulling a sleeping Trevor up to his feet.
"Is it time yet, Carly?!" Trevor asks frantically in his dream like state, Skye shaking him awake.
"Come on, we're going home!" Skye says, dragging Trevor into the yacht as K8lynn started it up and drove away from the shoreline. Trevor looked out the broken window, seeing the island gradually become smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.
"Alright, Jack, you and Lester tracking us?" K8lynn asks into the CB.
"Yep, right on the monitor… Scott, don't you dare!" Jack says, seeing Scott try to steal a piece of pepperoni and pineapple pizza off of Carly's plate.
"She can have the pineapples." Scott says.
The next thing K8lynn heard was a smack and Scott whimpering slightly.
"What? Pineapples are so gross." Scott says.
"Scott, did anyone ever tell you to not steal food from a pregnant woman?!" Malia asks.
"Nope." Scott says.
"You goof! Back off of my niece and great niece!" Trevor says, making Scott jump out of his skin.
"At least… you seem to be taking the news well but how did you know? Carly and Johnny haven't told too many people." Scott says.
"You want to tell him or should I?" K8lynn asks.
"Tell me what?" Scott asks.
"We'll wait til we get back, better explaining in person." Trevor says before they put the CB microphone back.
It took about 3 days but they reached Honolulu, Hawaii and then the airport… from there, it was a 12 hour flight to Los Santos.
Just like they did nearly a month ago, Trevor and Carly hugged tightly, Carly closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face.
"Never… do that… again. Okay?" Carly says as they let go, Maisie, Melody and Nicole hugging Skye and Sam and K8lynn hugging.
At the same time, Agent Willis Huntley and Agent Dave Norton walked down the hallway of the mental asylum Tracey was in.
"I don't know why we're doing this, she can't be put in prison if she's declared criminally insane." Willis says.
"Hey you guys! You guys gotta help me! Please!" A man yells in one of the padded room. "They're coming for me!" He yells.
"This part of the job always freaks me out." Dave mutters as they walk into Tracey's room, the blonde looking at them.
"Hello, gentlemen. What can I help you with today?" Tracey says, the mood stabilizers she had been given working.
"We need to talk about the plane that crashed, Tracey." Dave says before sitting down. "Do you remember me? I helped your family out about 13 years ago." He says.
"Daddy didn't… want us three kids growing up without him. He wanted all of us to be safe." Tracey says.
"You and your younger siblings… is one of them the reason you tampered with your Uncle T's plane?" Dave says, Tracey scrunching her fractured nose a bit.
"My cousin Ashley did this to me." Tracey says.
"Well… why exactly?" Willis asks.
"I was hateful to my little sister… I always thought she was chasing Uncle T away when she claimed she was running after him that day." Tracey says.
"You miss those days, don't you? Before the bank job?" Dave asks, Tracey nodding.
"I did… I never saw how hard it was on Carly. She only asked a few times where Trevor was and then she stopped… I didn't know that was her way of trying to deal with him being gone or that she was trying to keep quiet about Brad…" Tracey says, unaware that Trevor was in the doorway.
"She didn't understand why… just that two of her uncles were gone." Trevor says quietly.
"She used to try to call your old caravan but Ash never answered. Eventually she gave up, she thought Ashley was mad at her from what happened after the bank job." Tracey says.
"When did… she stop?" Trevor asks.
"About a year and a half after the bank job." Tracey says.
Meanwhile…
"I just… I didn't know what else to do. I was 8, nearing 9 years old… I just thought it would've been better if I tried to move on. I didn't know you had been kidnapped… I just thought you were never gonna talk to me again." Carly says after explaining the countless phone calls she made to the Philips caravan, Ashley lightly rubbing her shoulders.
"I hit rock bottom after the bank job and really didn't talk to anyone. After I started to pull my life together and discovered my talent as a singer, I became quite busy with school and singing gigs, so I was hardly at the caravan." Ashley says.
"After a while… things started becoming normal. Amanda was more focused on her own life to yell at me… or to pay attention at all. And then the car accident happened…" Carly says, Ashley seeing the scar through Carly's right eyebrow. "I was out of it on painkillers for 3 days… hated how they made me feel, threw them out and had been up for 4 days straight before the hospital shooting. Clint said I was in the chaos of a manic episode." She says, Clint nearby and thinking back.
4/20/10, Clint's P.O.V
"Clint, a little help here!" Josh says, carrying a screaming 13 year old in over his shoulder and her thrashing around.
"Argh, let me go! Let me fucking go, you tried to kill me!" The girl screamed as she punched Josh's back and kneed him in the ribs repeatedly.
"Give her to me." I say, Josh tossing her over my shoulder. "Now that kind of shit ain't gonna work on me." I say as she started to punch my back.
"He was holding a gun to me, he's still trying to kill me!" She cried as I tossed her onto the bed, seeing that some of her stitches ripped out and her lower eyelids were puffy from lack of sleep… a severe lack of sleep. This poor girl is so damn traumatized from the crash, she can't even sleep… and that combined with being held at gunpoint by that guy made her lose it completely.
"Hey, Josh said someone half his size…" Sara says, stopping when she sees the crying and trembling girl on the gurney.
"I'm gonna need you to get some soft restraints and a dose of Valium." I whisper, the girl freaking out and trying to run but we stop her. "It's just gonna help you sleep, okay?" I say.
"Sleep… I can't sleep, it hurts too much…" She says, rubbing her head.
"What happened to having the painkillers that were given to you?" I ask.
"I was too out of it to think, I kept falling asleep in class… my teachers were getting mad at me, they wouldn't…" She says… they wouldn't listen to her. "I just… I didn't want to fall behind in school so I wanted to stay awake… but then I couldn't sleep at all. Every time I tried, I found myself back in that car…" She says, Sara gently locking the restraints around her arms and wrists before injecting the Valium into her.
Within seconds, she was out and I stitched up her wound before finding Josh.
"I found the E.R records. 4/13/10, 6:48pm, Carly Jade De Santa. Admitted with a concussion, 5 cracked ribs and the wound in her head." Josh says, me looking at the computer.
"I'm going to get a medical certificate done for her, she stopped taking the pain meds because she didn't want to fall behind in school. At least this way she will not be stressed out so much about school." I say.
"North LS Middle School is extremely strict… I'm thinking of switching Carly to Davis Middle." We hear, look and see Michael. "Is my daughter okay? They said there was a shooting here earlier." Michael says.
"She's out at the moment, gave her some stuff to help her sleep. But Mr. De Santa, she may never tell you this but we think you have the right to know. She shot someone, but it was in self defence, he held a gun on her." I say.
"He tried to kill my little girl?! Where is she?!" Michael asks.
"In that room, but she's sleeping at the moment." I say pointing to the room.
Michael ran into it, immediately sitting down and stroking Carly's hair… he just wants to be near her, I can't blame him.
Present time…
"At least she's not twitching in her sleep like she did that day." Clint says as Johnny pulled a blanket over a sleeping Carly.
"Yeah, when are you and Ash are planning to settle down?" Johnny says.
"I don't we'll be settling down for a while." Clint says.
"Well, you never can be sure completely." Johnny says, resting his hand on Carly's stomach before leaning in and kissing her stomach. "Don't give Mommy too much trouble, okay?" He says to the baby.
"I don't think the baby can hear you yet." Clint says.
"Maybe not but I just want him or her to know my voice… I think he or she can hear Carly's heart beating though." Johnny says.
"Yeah they will be able to hear her heart beating." Clint says.
Jack walked in, Johnny lightly shushing him and motioning to Carly.
"Don't wake the tiny pregnant lady." Clint says quietly.
"Got it… she's had enough sleepless nights." Jack whispers, his phone chiming and him looking at it, seeing a text from Tommy.
'How's it going over there? All quiet?'
'Yeah, Carly's asleep.' Jack replies.
'That's good, she needs to sleep more with the little one on the way.' Tommy texts.
'Yeah. Have you and Lexi given any thought to having kids, Tomboy?' Jack replies.
'A bit but we're going to wait until we get married.' Tommy texts back.
'Old fashioned values, good call.' Jack replies.
'What can I say I like to do something old fashioned way, plus I promised her father that I wouldn't get her pregnant before marrying her.' Tommy texts back.
"He'd probably kill Tommy if Tommy did. Speaking of which Johnny, how do you think your parents will feel about being grandparents?" Clint says.
"We're on our way to Alderney to tell them next week." Johnny says.
Carly smiled as she linked the fingers on her right hand with the ones on Johnny's left and they kissed.
Things were finally in place… and the soon to be parents would keep it that way.