Title: Is Love Enough – The Kyle Lewis and Oliver Fish Story

Chapter 25: New Connections, Reality and Dreams

The morning after the Angel Square Hotel fire, Kyle walks into the emergency room of the hospital. He yawns as he looks around the ER, a common side effect when he works an overnight shift. His eyelids are super heavy. He looks at his watch and shakes his head in disbelief, two hours still remain on his shift. Suddenly someone taps him on the shoulder.

"Morning, handsome," says a female voice from behind him.

Turning Kyle faces the shoulder tapper and smiles when he sees the wild pink haired girl standing in front of him. "Hey beautiful! What brings ya' upstairs to the land of the livin'?"

"I was wondering if I could convince you to take a walk with me downstairs. If you have some time that is."

Smiling, Kyle reveals his beautiful white teeth. "I'm all yours, Kate. Your not goin' to make me look at a bunch of stiffs, are ya'?"

Kate debates how to respond to her friend and fellow hospital co-worker. "Yes and no?"

"What does that mean? You're makin' me nervous now."

Turning around and standing by Kyle, Kate wraps her arm through his and begins to lead him out of the emergency room. "I'll be right by your side the entire time. No worries."

"You're super lucky that I like ya' so much."

"Is that so, Dr. Lewis? You ready to come back to the dark side? I'm still waiting for you."

"I'm only on the Oliver side, now. Sorry, beautiful."

"Can't blame a girl for trying. I still think if you let yourself have one small taste of the Kate, you'll never go back to the salty tasting and gruff Fish man."

Kyle laughs as Kate opens the stairwell door at the end of the hall. They walk through the door and head down the steps.

As they walk through the basement stairwell door, Kyle immediately feels a rush of cold air shoot through his body. He shivers in response to the cold air. "I don't know how ya work down here. It's freezing."

"You get used to it. Maybe you need to add some more meat to your bones to help regulate your body heat."

"My body heat is fine. So why did you drag me all the way down here?"

Kate opens the door to the morgue. She props the door open with her body and points with her hand. "I need your help. With that."

Kyle looks forward in the direction that Kate is pointing. Laying on top of one of the morgue beds he sees Schuyler asleep on top of a body bag. "How long has he been here?"

"Not sure. I came into work about an hour ago and there he was. I tried to tell him he had to go, but he refuses to leave. Can you help me get him out of here?"

"Kate, ya' know I'm not his favorite person."

"I thought you med students had some kind of code thing where you all stick together."

Kyle looks over at his friend with an 'are you kidding me' look.

Shrugging her shoulders, Kate smiles. "What?"

"Fine, I'll try."

"Thank you, kind sir!."

"You owe me for this sister. Big time. "

Kyle makes his way into the morgue and walks towards the bed. Schuyler's back is facing Kyle as he makes his way over. He walks around the bed so he can see Schuyler's face. He is shocked to see the body bag unzipped just enough to expose Gigi's very cold and sort of blue face.

"Joplin, ya' can't be here. We need to go."

Looking away from Gigi's face, Schuyler looks up at Kyle. "Go away, Lewis. We don't need you here."

"What are ya' doin' man?"

"I can't leave her alone. It's cold. She needs me to keep her warm."

Kyle can see the hurt and pain in Schuyler's face and for a the first time ever feels a bit sorry for him. "How long have ya' been here?"

"I don't know. Please go away."

Kyle debates to himself what he should do next. He looks to Kate who continues to be hopeful that he can get Schuyler out of her work area. Kyle looks back to Schuyler and realizes he is still wearing the same clothes he had on outside the hotel during the fire. Kyle walks around to the other side of the bed and lays his hand on Schuyler's upper arm. "Come on, man."

Schuyler quickly lifts his arm to push Kyle away. "Go away. I'm not leaving her here by herself."

Kyle gets a little agitated by the shove. "Look, I get that you're hurting, but ya' know what's goin' on here. Right?"

Almost whispering, Schuyler responds. "Gigi's taking a nap. I need to be here at her side when she wakes up."

"Gigi is gone, Joplin. That's not Gigi on that table."

Schuyler hugs onto Gigi's lifeless body with all his might. "She's right here, Lewis. What a mean thing to say. I know you don't really dig me and all, but that's cold."

"We need to get ya' out of here man. It's cold. Have ya' eaten anything since yesterday?"

"It's not about me. Only Gigi is important."

Kyle thinks back to when he felt some of the same emotions Schuyler is struggling with now. He remembers the death of his mother that still haunts him. He still can't believe she is gone. "I get how ya' feel man, but this isn't helpin' Gigi. She wouldn't want ya' to not take care of yourself."

"She would do the same for me. We love each other."

Kyle places his arm on Schuyler's arm again. "Look at her, Schuyler. She's not moving. Her face is blue. Gigi is no longer inside that body. Ya' know this."

Schuyler, for the first time since he arrived in the morgue yesterday afternoon, truly looks at the face poking out of the body bag. He notes the lack of movement and the blue like color of Gigi's face. Kyle's words that Gigi is gone start to sink in. He wishes he could turn back the clock. He hopes this is a horrible dream that he will soon wake up from. How could this be happening? It didn't make sense. Gigi just came to him and said she loved him. It can't be over before it even started. Suddenly Schuyler feels the cold air attack his body. The thin t-shirt and jeans he is wearing offer little protection. Tears build in his eyes and he begins to sob.

Kyle squeezes his arm with his hand. "I'm sorry. I truly am."

Schuyler continues to cry until his eyes dry up with exhaustion. He leans over and kisses Gigi on the cheek. "I'm sorry, Gigi. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I let you fall in that stairway. I hope you can forgive me."

Schuyler sits up and places his legs on the floor.

Kyle steps away to allow Schuyler room to stand.

As soon as weight hits Schuyler's legs and feet, he begins to lose his balance.

"Whoa there, man," says Kyle reaching for Schuyler's arm to steady him. "Lean on me. Let's get ya' out in the hall."

Schuyler does not like to depend on Kyle, but his legs feel like dead weight. His body is revolting because he spent the last 16 plus hours laying beside a lifeless Gigi. A lack of heat and nourishment is kicking him in the ass right now. He reluctantly leans against Kyle.

Kyle begins to lead him out through the door that still is being held open by Kate.

Schuyler looks over at Kate. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Sky. Take care of yourself." She then looks to Kyle. "Thanks for your help."

Kyle smiles in acknowledgement of Kate's words. She closes the door behind the two guys and remains inside the morgue to continue her upcoming day of work activities.

Outside in the hall the two guys approach a bench.

"Can we sit for a second? I'm feeling kind of dizzy."

"Sure," says Kyle. Kyle then helps Schuyler sit down on the bench.

Kyle sits down beside him, suddenly uncomfortable as he doesn't know what to say or do next. "We should get you upstairs and make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine. I just need some food and a shower."

"We can get you all that upstairs."

"No! I need to get out of here. There's too much temptation for me here, right now." Schuyler knows himself well enough to know that he would take anything right now to eradicate the pain he is currently feeling inside. In times of stress, the drug addict inside of him always wants to come out and play.

"What do ya' mean?" asks Kyle not really understanding Schuyler's last words.

"Nothing. I'm just going to go." Schuyler stands but is visibly dizzy. He falls back to sit on the bench again.

"I'm not goin' to just let ya' walk out of here in your condition, Joplin."

"Why do you care? You probably wish I died in that fire."

"Look. I know there isn't any love lost between us, but I wouldn't wish death on my worst enemy. The doctor in me says you need help, that's all," says an angry and defensive Kyle.

Schuyler sighs and truly feels bad for the his last words to Kyle. "Sorry, man. You're only trying to help and I'm being an ass. I just can't believe she's gone. It's not fair. Life certainly knows how to slap you right in the face."

"Forget it. So if ya' won't get checked out upstairs, where are ya' goin' to go?"

It then hits Schuyler that not only is Gigi gone, but so is his home. He could go ask Stacy and Kim for help. Now he knows he is being delusional. Stacy and Kim would laugh in his face. Plus he figures Stacy is probably happy that Gigi is gone. Maybe Rachel could help him out? He reaches for his pocket, but only finds his wallet. He remembers his cell phone being on the counter near the small kitchen area before the fire. "Shit."

"What?"

"I forgot to grab my phone, before we ran out of the fire."

Kyle reaches in his pocket and hands Schuyler his phone. "Here, use mine."

Schuyler takes the phone and dials Rachel's number. When the phone rolls over to voice mail his spirits drop even lower, if that is even possible. "Voicemail. I'll just sit here for a while. You don't have to babysit me. I'll manage."

"Give me the phone. I have an idea."

Schuyler hands Kyle the phone as cold rips through his body again. He shivers again.

Kyle dials Oliver's number. "Hey, it's me. Can ya' come to the hospital? I need a favor." Kyle pauses listening to Oliver's response. "Great, I'll meet you in about twenty minutes by the ER entrance." There is another pause. "Love ya too!" Kyle ends the call on his cell.

"I'm sure Oliver has better things to do than watch me all day."

"Its either Oliver or upstairs for a medical exam. Your choice?"

"Why are you doing this, man? Why do you care?"

"Let's just say I know what it's like to lose someone close and feel all alone."

Schuyler can see some pain in Kyle's eyes and looks away. His pain is too much to reconcile right now, let alone someone else's pain. Schuyler whispers his next word to Kyle because it pains him to admit that he needs help from Kyle of all people. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Can you walk now? I told Oliver to meet us upstairs." Kyle holds out his hand for Schuyler.

Schuyler takes it and very slowly, with Kyle's help, pulls his exhausted body up from the bench.

The two head down the hall to the elevator, Schuyler leaning on Kyle for support.

Layla stands outside the door of the place that she used to call home. She hesitates to knock. She wonders to herself why she is back in Llanview. All she wanted to do was escape the city, escape Cristian. The fire made the news even in Maryland. She phoned Oliver immediately. He assured her that they were all fine, but she needed to see them with her own eyes.

She slowly lifts her hand and knocks on the door.

There is not an immediate answer.

She knocks again.

The door slowly opens and Cristian stands in front of her with only a towel wrapped around his waste. The beauty of his muscular body blows her away as usual.

Cris remains rather emotionless as he sees Layla.

She smiles and runs to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Thank god, you're okay. Oliver said you were in the fire, but you were okay. I had to see for myself."

Layla sighs with relief having the man she loves in her arms, but she can instantly sense something is wrong.

Cristian pulls away form the embrace, continuing to show very little emotion. He turns and heads back inside. "What are you doing here, Layla?"

"I told you, Cris. I needed to see that you were okay with my own eyes."

"I'm fine."

"I can see that. I'm so relieved. How scary that fire must have been for you?"

Layla is unnerved by the cold shoulder she is receiving from Cristian. "Why are you acting like I'm the last person in the world you want to see?"

Cris wants to spare her feelings, but anger is building up inside him. "Are you back for good?"

Hesitating, Layla slowly responds. "No, just a day trip."

"You have to stop this Layla. You can't just keep showing up whenever it's convenient for you."

"I was worried about my friends. Is that a crime?"

"Of course not, but I'm not sure I can just be your friend. Every time I see you I think about what we could be together, if you would just give us a chance."

"That's not possible. You know why."

The door to the apartment remains open.

Cris turns to face the girl who has his heart. "That's my point. You can't keep showing up. Each time I see you it gives me hope that you're back to be with me. Then just as quick that hope is diminished and I have to go through the cycle of emotions all over again. It's pretty selfish of you."

Cris words hurt Layla deep inside, but she gets what he is saying as hard as it is to hear. "I'm truly sorry Cris, that I can't give you what you want."

"Can you just go?"

"Is Oliver here?"

"No, he left a few minutes ago. Kyle needed him to run over to the hospital for some reason."

"Do you know when he will be back?"

"He said in about 30 or 40 minutes. You can try back then."

"Would you want to go grab some coffee or something?"

"No, Layla. Did you not hear what I said? I can't do this. I can't be around you right now. It's to fresh." The room becomes totally uncomfortable. Cris has an idea. "You know what. You stay. I'm going to get dressed. I have some things to do this morning. You can stay and wait for Oliver."

"I can go, Cris. I'll just come back."

Cris heads back to the bedroom. "No. Seriously, stay. I was on my way out anyway. Can you shut the door? It's getting a little drafty in here."

Cris exits the room, heading back to his bedroom.

Layla turns to close the apartment door. She feels like she has just been slapped in the face, but knows she has no one to blame but herself.

She walks over to the shelves next to the door and looks at the pictures of the two men, Oliver and Cris, who used to be such big parts of her life.

She picks up a photo of Cris and looks closely at the picture. His smiles make her melt every time. She gets lost in the photo.

Cris enters the room a few minutes later fully dressed. He notes Layla looking at the photo and clears his throat to announce his presence.

Layla quickly returns the picture to its place on the shelf. She turns and does not make immediate contact with Cris. "I'm sorry, Cris. Really I am. I never meant to hurt you."

Cris heads to the door. He turns the knob and opens the door. He turns to look back at her. "That's what makes this even harder you know."

"What?" asks Layla looking into his eyes now.

"I know you're wrestling with this just like I am. I worry about you. I probably always will, but it doesn't matter. My love will never be enough for you. Your fear is more important than how much I love you." With those words Cris walks out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Layla stands in the living area of the her former home. She is sad. She wishes she never came back. She should have just remained in Maryland and trusted in Oliver's words that everything was okay. Seeing Cris was more difficult than she thought. While she is not surprised by Cris's less than welcoming reception, it still hurts.

Stacy lays awake in bed at Rex's loft looking up at the ceiling. She had the most restless night of sleep that she can remember in recent times. She is still in shock about Gigi. She thinks about how close they were as kids and wonders where it all went wrong. Why had they drifted so far apart? Gigi was the only family Stacy had left and now she is gone. She would never be able to make up for the what she had put her sister through in recent years. This knowledge saddened her, but in typical Stacy mode she would never let anyone know that. Stacy had to be a bitch to the world. It was her way of protecting herself.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

Stacy hopes whoever it is will simply go away.

The visitor knocks again.

"Go away."

There is another knock.

"Damn," says Stacy to herself. "Just a second." She slowly sits up in bed, stands, grabs a nearby robe and slips it on. She yawns and walks over to the door. She unlocks the locks and slowly opens the door. "This better be good, whoever you are. Interrupting my sleep time." She looks down to see her nephew Shane standing outside her door. "Shane. What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk. Can I come in?"

Stacy does not budge and looks around behind Shane. "Are you alone?"

"Yes., my dad's not here. So puts your claws back in."

"Look. Don't get snippy with me young man."

"Why not. I kind of figure you're probably happy as a clown this morning. My dad can be all yours now."

Stacy rolls her eyes. "Does your dad know you're here?"

"That doesn't matter. I need to talk with you."

"Look Shane. I know your upset about your mom and all, but I'm not the person you should be with right now. You should be with your dad and your grandmother."

"You don't know anything," says Shane pushing his way into the apartment.

"Excuse me. I didn't invite you in."

"Why are you so cold and hateful?"

"I'm not," says Stacy closing the door.

"You put on a pretty good act then."

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you throw insults my way, regardless of what you're going through right now."

Shane sits down on the sofa and Stacy follows suit.

"Sorry. Can I ask you something?"

"You're here, in my place and sitting on my sofa. Ask away."

Shane gets quiet debating on how he wants to proceed with the conversation.

Several minutes pass and Stacy begins to get agitated. "Come on, Shane. I don't have all day."

"What do you mean? It's not like you work or anything. You just sponge off of my dad because of the baby."

"I'm not going to sit here and take this. I'm calling your dad." Stacy stands and heads to the kitchen table to grab the phone.

"Wait!"

Stacy turns to face Shane. The sadness in is face hits her like a brick. She puts the phone down and heads back to the sofa. She sits down again beside Shane. "So what's going on, Shane. I'm shocked to see you here. It's not like we're close or anything."

Shane looks down to the floor. "I realized something this morning."

"What's that?"

"You're the only family on my mom's side that I have left. I think we should be closer, but I can't really stand you all that much. You're nothing like my mom."

"I'm not going to apologize to you for not being like your mom. We are two different people."

"Are you glad that she's dead?"

The question hits Stacy hard. "Do you honestly think I'm glad that my sister, the only family I have left, is dead? Why would I be happy about that?"

"Now you have a clear shot to my dad. He's all you care about. The rest of us are simply in the way. Now mom's gone. I bet you laughed when you found out."

Stacy stands, a little hurt by the words of her nephew. "I loved your mother, Shane. More than you or anyone will ever know. We were not always so far apart."

"You have a funny way of showing love. You made her all kinds of miserable since you came to Llanview and began chasing after my dad."

Stacy looks out the loft window. "We all do stupid things sometimes, Shane. We can't choose who we love."

"Even if they don't love you?"

"Your dad loves me. He always has."

"I'm not here to talk about him. I want to talk about us."

Stacy turns to look at her nephew. "Us?"

"I want to get to know you. I think we owe it to mom to try and be closer. I think she would like us to stick together."

"I'm not good at getting to know people or being friendly. Why would you want to put yourself through that?"

"Because, like I said. You're the only part of my mom I have left. You said you guys used to get along. She saw some good in you. It has to be there."

"I learned a long time ago, that being good doesn't help you in anyway in this world. Sorry to hamper your view of things."

"Maybe you just need someone to show you the good parts. Maybe I'm that person."

"Your just a kid."

"Maybe, but I'm reaching out to you. I don't see a ton of other people lining up at your door."

Stacy takes Shane's words in and the feelings of loneliness come up from deep inside. She typically buries the feelings, but Shane's words let the floodgates open. "I can't promise you anything, Shane, I'm not good at serious relationships."

"Look I don't expect miracles, especially where you're concerned. But I know mom would want me to do this."

"Your dad isn't going to let us get to know one another."

"He doesn't really have a choice, you're family."

"Now, dear nephew. You're just kidding yourself. Your dad can ensure that we never see each other. Its within his parental rights."

"We'll deal with that when the time comes. I want to get to know you and be ready for my new baby sister or brother to come into this world."

Stacy looks away again, feeling a slight twinge of guilt because she knows the baby inside of her is not Rex's child or Shane's brother. "Sounds like you have this all figured out?"

"I want mom to continue to be proud of me. She would want this."

"Your mom loved you with all her heart. She will always be proud of you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I feel the same way about my little one, and he or she isn't even born yet." Stacy rubs her hands against her stomach.

Stacy envisions Rex, Shane, the baby and her all living in the loft together as a family. She immediately feels guilty for having the thought. She shouldn't be thinking like this, her sister just died. Why did she love Rex so much? Why? She soon snaps out of her thoughts. "So, time to be honest now. Does your dad know you're here?"

"No."

Stacy throws her hands up in disbelief. "Great Shane. A super way to start off our friendship, pal. "

"What was I supposed to do? If I asked him about visiting we both know he would say no. I had to take matters into my own hands."

Stacy laughs at Shane's remarks. "Ok. This is the plan. I'm going to call your dad and tell him where you are. Hopefully, he will be so relieved to know you're okay, that any anger he feels will just dissolve. I'll then shower and we'll get you home. Your dad is going to need you right now more than ever."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Don't you need to be around people. Don't you need some support right now?"

"I'll manage. I always do."

Shane runs over to Stacy and hugs her. "Thank you."

Stacy at first does not know how to respond. This entire relationship thing with her nephew scares the hell out of her. She reluctantly and hesitantly embraces her nephew. She thinks to herself that she can do this. She can do this for Gigi.

Oliver and Schuyler are walking down the hall towards Oliver's apartment door. Schuyler is moving better having a little sunshine hit his body on the car ride over from the hospital. Oliver is holding Schuyler's arm around the elbow as a precaution. He carries a sack of food in his other hand. Schuyler holds onto a bottled water in his other hand. They reach the apartment door.

"I need you to lean against the wall here for a sec, while I unlock the door."

Schuyler reaches for the wall with the arm previously held by Oliver. "You sure about this, Fish? I don't want to be a burden. Plus we know your boyfriend is not my biggest fan."

Searching for his keys in his pockets Oliver responds. "No worries, man. We're friends. Plus Kyle is concerned. He told me not to let you out of my sight."

Schuyler smiles thinking about how real and genuine Fish is. He wishes he had more real friends in his life. Gigi filled that role for the last few months, but that reality is not possible anymore.

Oliver unlocks and swings the door open. He looks back to Schuyler. "Ok, give me your arm again."

Schuyler does not argue.

Oliver leads him inside the apartment. He sees Layla sitting on the sofa. "Layla!"

Layla stands. "Hey, Fish. You need some help there?" She notes the bag of food and Schuyler leaning against her friend.

"Can you take this bag and grab me that towel over their on the kitchen barstool?"

Layla grabs the food from Oliver and takes it over to the kitchen island. She lays the food down and grabs the towel Oliver referred to earlier. She returns the towel to Oliver. "Here you go?"

"One more favor? Can you spread that out on the sofa so I can set him down?"

Schuyler is embarrassed. "Maybe I should take a shower first. I don't want to mess the sofa up."

Layla spreads the towel on the sofa and backs away.

Oliver leads Schuyler to the sofa helping him sit down. "Right, Sky. You can't even stand up on your own yet. We'll get some food in you and then when you get a little strength back, we'll get you in the shower."

Schuyler does not argue, feeling his body giving out on him the longer he stands.

Once Schuyler is seated, Oliver heads over to Layla and brings her into a hug. "Hey. What are you doing here? Did you see Cris?"

"I needed to see for myself that you guys were okay. I hope it's not a problem?"

"You're one of my best friends. You're always welcome."

"Thanks, pal. That means a lot. I wish Cris felt the same way."

"The reunion didn't go so well?'

Layla and Oliver disband the hug. "That's an understatement."

Looking at his friend compassionately, Oliver responds. "He's hurt, give him some time."

"I wouldn't give him to much time. He could be gone in a second," says Schuyler as his thoughts return to Gigi being gone. He leans his head back against the coach and closes his eyes trying to get the memories of Gigi out of his head.

Oliver hears the pain in Schuyler's voice and tries to change the subject. "Layla, this is Schuyler Joplin, Sky for short. Sky, this is Layla Williamson, my best friend and ex-roommate."

Schuyler opens his eyes, sits up and extends his hand to Layla. "Nice to meet you."

Layla takes his hand. "Likewise, Sky."

"Sorry, about my appearance. I 'm sure I look like a mess."

"Don't worry about it." Layla fully takes in the sight of the guy sitting on the sofa. He smells like smoke, his clothes are full of black smudges, he is pale and kind of looks like a walking corpse.

Oliver runs to the kitchen and grabs the bag of food. He brings it over and hands it to Sky. "Here. Eat this. You need to start getting your strength back."

Schuyler pushes the sack away. "I'm not hungry, Fish. Please, just the smell of it is making me sick."

"Oh no you don't, Mr. You're going to take this sack and eat every bite of the food inside. If I have to watch you take every bite, I will."

"I'll be fine. I'm not hungry."

Chiming in Layla tries to convince Sky to eat the food. "Eat the food, Sky. You never say no to Fish. Plus, it kind of looks like you need it."

Schuyler gets upset. "Food is the last thing on my mind. Gigi is gone. That's all I can think about." He looks at the floor as the realization that Gigi is gone hits him all over again.

Oliver sits on the sofa next to Schuyler, open the bags and pulls out a cheeseburger. He starts to remove the wrapper from the sandwich and hands it to Schuyler. "Start eating."

Schuyler grabs the burger. "Fine." The smell of the food is truly making him sick, but the look on Oliver's face tells him he has to eat it anyway.

"So where's Kyle?" asks Layla as Schuyler begins to eat the cheeseburger.

"He's finishing up a shift at the hospital. He should be here in a few hours. He's going to make a stop on the way home. Can you stay for a while? I know he would love to see you?"

"I probably should be going. It was a mistake coming here."

"Please Layla, don't let Cris drive you away. We're friends. I miss you. Hang out. It will give us time to catch up. You can help me take care of Schuyler here."

Schuyler continues to chew on the cheeseburger, embarrassed to be hovered over. He speaks with his mouth semi full. "I'm fine. I can take care of myself. Don't worry about me."

"Eat. Don't talk," says Oliver to Schuyler.

Schuyler gives up talking as the food is starting to make him feel a little better. He didn't realize how hungry he was.

"Ok, I'll stay for a while. What can I do to help?"

Oliver stands without taking his eyes off of Schuyler. "Can you stay with Sky for a second, while I go get the guest bathroom and bedroom ready?"

"Sure."

Oliver looks to Sky. "I'll be right back. Don't take your eyes off of him, Layla. Make sure he eats every last bite."

"Yes sir," says Layla smiling. She loves Oliver when he is giving directions.

Oliver heads to Layla's former room, now the guest room.

"You're lucky. You know that?" says Layla to Schuyler.

Schuyler swallows his food. "Why's that?"

"You have a friend like, Fish. He's an awesome guy."

"I don't deserve anyone being nice to me."

"Why?" asks a genuinely concerned Layla.

"I let my girlfriend die in that fire yesterday. I let her down."

"I'm sure you did everything you could."

"I wish I could believe that, but I can't. She's gone and there is no one to blame, but myself."

Layla doesn't know what to say. She grabs a bag of fries from the food sack. "Here, eat up."

Schuyler reluctantly takes the fries and begins to eat them. His mind continues to race with thoughts of Gigi.

Over at the Llanfair carriage house Roxy awakens a good two hours before her normal wake up time. All she can think about is Rex and Shane. She is going to do everything in her power to take care of her boys. She slowly gets herself up from the guest bed thinking that the mattress is all kinds of horrible, way to firm for her delicate features. She grabs a robe from the nearby chair and decides to go check on her guys. She yawns a few times as she slips on the robe and exits the guest room of the cottage.

She first walks by Shane's room. She pops her head in and realizes he is not there. She thinks nothing of it. He probably had a difficult time sleeping and is with Rex.

She heads further down the hall to Gigi's room. She opens the door expecting to see her two guys, but only finds an empty and completely made bed. She begins to worry and races downstairs. As she descends the steps she yells for the guys. "Rex. Shane. Where are you?"

As she reaches the bottom of the steps she sees Rex sitting on the sofa.

"Rex, there you are. Have you seen Shane? He's not in his room."

Rex does not respond. He continues to look forward as if Roxy never entered the room.

There is suddenly a knock at the door.

Roxy heads over to the door and opens it. She's sees Stacy and slams the door in her face. "Get lost tramp."

Stacy takes a deep breath. Roxy bothers her to no end, but she knows if she is going to be a part of Rex's life, Roxy is part of the package. She knocks again.

Roxy gets beyond agitated and opens the door again. "What part of get lost, do you not get stripper? We don't need you here."

"Grandma, stop," says Shane as he walks around from behind Stacy.

"Shane! Where have you been young man? I've been freakin' out."

Shane grabs Stacy's hand and leads her inside.

Roxy is shocked by her grandson's actions. She closes the door and turns to face Shane and Stacy. "What are ya' up to home wrecker? Why are ya' here?"

"I invited her, grandma," says Shane in a matter of fact tone.

"You what?"

"I want her here."

"Rex, a little help here please," says Roxy looking to her son for some support and guidance.

Rex again does not respond. He just continues to sit and stare forward.

"Look grandma peroxide. Shane wants me here, so let it go. What can I do to help around here?"

"Play nice, aunt Stacy," says Shane.

Stacy looks at her nephew with complete annoyance. "Excuse me. She can call me all kinds of names, but I can't return the favor."

"Look here miss poison sticky bun. I don't know what you have done to my grandson, but you have a lot of nerve showing your face here. Shane, please go upstairs and take a shower. We have to start getting ready for the memorial service later this afternoon."

"Memorial service? Was anyone going to tell me? Maybe I would have wanted some say in how it happens."

"You're not invited tramp."

Stacy begins to fume. "Look you old bitch. I'm only here because Shane wants me to be. You need to back off."

Roxy gets right in Stacy's face. "Or what?"

"Or I'll leave."

"Good. Go then!"

"You know. So much for trying to do the right thing. Shane showed up on my doorstep this morning. I thought you guys might be worried since you didn't even notice he snuck out of the house. This is the thanks I get for bringing him home."

"Why would Shane go to see you? That makes no sense."

Shane grabs Roxy's hand. She backs away from Stacy. "I need her here, grandma. Please let it be."

"I don't get it Shane. Why do you need someone you barely know? What about us? Your dad and me are right here."

"Grandma, please let it go. I want aunt Stacy here. She lost someone too."

"Shane please, go upstairs and start getting ready. I need to talk to your aunt Stacy."

Shane looks to Stacy. "Will you be here when I come back down?"

"I'll try kiddo. It all kind of depends on your grandma Roxy."

Shane hugs her again, much to Roxy's surprise. "Thanks." He then rushes up the steps.

Silence looms in the room for a few minutes as Stacy and Roxy just stare at one another.

"So is this part of the plan to get your hooks into my son? Befriend and use Shane to work your way in?"

"I love them both."

"You wouldn't know love if it smacked you in the face."

"I don't really care what you think."

"I'm not going to let you use Gigi's death the further your cause of getting into my son's pants."

"You're such a crude, holier than thou, wrinkled old dog."

Roxy has had enough and heads to the door to open it. "That's enough. I want you out of here! Now!

She flings the door open. Stacy sits down on the sofa next to Rex.

"Get out, Stacy. You are not wanted or needed here."

Stacy looks over at Roxy. "That's not what Shane says."

"The boy is obviously upset. He's grieving just like we all are. He doesn't know what he's doing."

"You can stand there and hold that door open all you want. In fact you make a nice door person, but I'm not going anywhere."

Stacy looks to at Rex and places her hand on his hand, which rests on his legs.

Rex jumps up from the touch and begins to walk upstairs.

"Rexie? Where are ya' goin'? We need to get ready for the memorial service."

Rex does not respond and simply walks up the stairs.

"Rexie! Please, talk to me."

Rex proceeds up the steps and out of site.

"Rox," says Kyle approaching her from outside the open door. "What's goin' on?"

"Hey you. I'm just worried about Rex. He hasn't said two words to anyone since we told Shane about Gigi."

Kyle brings her into a hug. She feels immediate comfort having her friend at her side. Kyle looks into the room as he hugs Roxy and notices the visitor on the couch. The hug disbands. Kyle walks over to Stacy who continues to sit on the sofa.

"What are you doin' here?"

Roxy closes the door and heads over to the duo. "Why do ya' think? She saw on opportunity and decided to pounce. No scrumpels in that sorry existence for a human bein'."

Kyle chuckles at Roxy's creativity when it comes to words. "Don't you mean scruples Rox?"

"Whatever. The point is, that miss disgusting stripper tricked Shane into inviting her over. All part of the quest for my son."

Stacy just rolls her eyes and looks away. She wishes Shane would hurry up. Roxy is getting on her last nerve.

Stacy stands and walks over to a picture of Gigi with Rex and Shane. "I don't care what you think peroxide. I'm here because Shane asked me to be. I'm doing this for Gigi."

"Like you give a damn about anyone, but yourself."

Kyle stands in front of Roxy to calm her down. "Listen. Ignore her. Do you need any help with any thing before the memorial service?"

"What time is it?" asks Roxy.

"It's about 9:30. We have plenty of time. What do we need to do?"

"I need to check on Shane."

Stacy turns. "I can do that." She starts to walk towards the steps.

"I don't need your help."

Stacy begins to climb the steps and looks back at Roxy. "Too bad. I'm tired of being in the same room with you. I'll get Shane ready and take him to the service after we go by my place so I can get ready. What time is the service? Where is it at."

Roxy feels the steam build inside. She just wants to run up to the Stacy and hit that smirk off her face. "I don't need your help."

Kyle grabs Roxy's arms. "Let it be Rox. She is Gigi's sister and if Shane needs her right now. It's probably for the best."

Roxy turns away from Kyle's grasp.

Stacy looks agitated and annoyed. "Time and place? Hello?"

Kyle turns to look at Stacy. "Angel Square Park at 2."

"Thanks, lab boy." Stacy heads upstairs.

"I can't stand that witch, Kyle. She has done nothing;, but cause trouble for my son since she came to Llanview."

"I know, Rox. Let's not worry about her right now. What can I do?"

"Can ya' help me with Rex? I can't get him to talk or anything. I'm not even sure he knows that the service is goin' on today."

"I'll go talk to him."

"Can ya' stay here until I get back? I need to run and get something to wear today. All my clothes went up in flames."

"Go. I'll take care of Rex. I'll stay until you get back. Just don't take forever. I need to go get ready to, ya' know."

Roxy places her hand on Kyle's cheek. "Ya' okay? You look so tired."

Kyle smiles, thinking how sweet it is of Roxy to worry about him at a time like this. "I'm fine. A bit tired. I just finished an overnight shift at the hospital."

"Ya' sure you want to help me out? I can call someone else if you need to get some rest."

"Go. I'm fine."

Roxy kisses Kyle on the cheek. "Thanks, handsome. I owe ya'."

Roxy heads up the stairs to change, so she can head out to prepare for the afternoon service.

Kyle takes his phone out of his pocket and dials Oliver's number. "Hey, Ollie."

"You okay, Kyle? I'm worried. I figured you would be home by now."

"Things are a little tense here. Roxy and Rex need me."

"You have to be exhausted. You want me to come over and help?"

"No. Stay with Schuyler. How is he?"

"Well, I got him to eat something, even though he fought us every step of the way."

"So Cris is there to help you? Good."

"Nope. Not Cris. Layla's here."

"Layla? What is she doin' here?"

"She wanted to make sure we're okay after the fire. Isn't that sweet?"

"Yes, very sweet. Tell her I said hi. I'll be home in a bit to get ready for the service. I need to help Rox with Rex. Can you guys get Schuyler ready?"

"Are you sure Schuyler should go? It could get ugly."

"He has the right to say goodbye, just like everyone else. I'm not a fan of his, but I wouldn't wish what he is going through on anyone."

"Ok. I'll see that he is ready. I love you, K-man!"

"I love you, too. Miss you! I'll talk to you soon."

"Later!" Kyle hangs up the phone.

Roxy charges down the steps. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Thank ya'."

Kyle turns and smiles. "You're welcome."

She rushes over, kisses him on the cheek and flies out the door obviously on a mission.

Kyle takes a deep breath, trying to fight his exhaustion and heads up the steps.

Kyle peers into the first room he comes across as he makes his way down the upstairs hall. He sees Rex laying on the bed clutching onto a pillow with all his might. For a brief second its like he is looking at himself after his Mom's death some two years earlier. He quickly tries to bury the memories. Roxy is counting on him to help get Rex ready for the service.

Kyle enters the room and walks over to the side of the bed where Rex lays. He sits down on the edge of the bed placing his hand on Rex's shoulder. "Hey buddy. Ya' feel like getting ready for the memorial service?"

Rex turns to face away from Kyle.

Not giving up, Kyle continues to talk. "I know its rough man, but the service will help to start the healin' process."

Rex does not respond again.

"Fine, I'm going to sit here and keep talkin' until ya' get sick of hearing my voice, occasional southern drawl and all."

Rex closes his eyes wishing Kyle would just go away. He knows he means well, just like Roxy, but he can't imagine ever saying goodbye to his Gigi. In his mind this was all part of some big nightmare that he would soon wake up from.

Kyle stands and walks over to the chair next to the bed on the other side. "So, it looks like Rox has your suit all ready. We need to get ya' into the shower."

Finally Rex speaks, but it is barely audible to Kyle. "Please go away. I'm not going to any stupid service."

Kyle sits back on the bed. He is now looking down at Rex's face again. "What was that? I couldn't make it out."

Rex clears his throat to increase his volume, but truthfully hearing his own voice makes him nauseous inside. If he talks the dream will never end. "Can you please go away. I'm not going anywhere, until I wake up from this horrible nightmare. None of this is real. It can't be."

"Look, pal. I get that ya' don't want this to be happenin'. Death is never easy. My mom's death is still fresh in my mind and it's been over two years. I know you don't want to hear this, but it does get easier. Gigi will always be a part of you. Always."

"I can't go on without her. I loved her so much, maybe not in the way she needed me too, but…"

There is silence in the room as Rex stops talking mid-sentence.

"But?" asks Kyle.

"She's my soul mate in every way that matters. She gets me more than anyone else. She's Shane's mother. He's too young to be without a mother. None of this is real. It's not happening."

"I can only imagine what you're going through, but just layin' around and tryin' to pretend it didn't happen is only goin' to make it worse. You need to get out there and continue to live life. As time passes it will become easier, but you can't lay around and dwell on it. Shane needs ya', Rex."

"I don't know how to help him or even what to say to him. I never in a million years imagined he would lose his mom at such a young age. It's not fair. None of this is right."

'You're right there. Life is sometimes cruel, but there are good times that outweigh the bad times. Ya' know that deep down."

Rex looks up into Kyle's eyes. Kyle is drawn to the sadness in his face. "How do I do this? How do I say goodbye? I don't want to say goodbye yet. I can't."

"Ya' don't have to, buddy. Ya' say goodbye when you're ready. Today is about you being there so ya' can feel how many people love ya' and want to help ya' through this?"

"How do I face all them? I don't think I can. I'm exhausted just thinking about. I can't be the strong one for them, not this time."

"No one expects ya' to be the strong one. Everyone just wants to tell ya' how much they love and support ya'."

Rex still does not look convinced. He clutches to the pillow with more force.

Kyle stands, grabs for Rex's hand. "Let me help, ya'. I'll do whatever ya' need me to do. I know we don't know each other all that well, but maybe havin' someone less involved at your side will help."

Rex is touched by the gesture. "You would do that for me?"

"Ya' bet. Anything ya' need."

Rex allows Kyle to pull him up so that he is now sitting on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. "Thank you."

"No worries, pal. I'll help you get through this. Promise." Kyle squeezes his hand to show support.

Rex looks around the room that is full of Gigi. "I need to get out of here. I'm going to get ready in the gust bathroom. This room has to many memories."

"Ok." Kyle grabs the suit and hands it to Rex. "Here's your suit. I'll be downstairs if ya' need anything."

"Promise," asks a needy Rex.

Kyle simply shakes his head yes.

Rex leaves to get ready.

Kyle heads downstairs. He phones Oliver asking if he can bring over some of his nicer clothes for the service hoping he even has some nice clothes at Oliver's, as most of his stuff burned in the fire.. "Thanks, Ollie. I'll see ya in bit."

Later that afternoon, Vicki sits in Angel Square Park waiting on the rest of the funeral guests to arrive. She is thankful that it is a beautiful day. She volunteered to coordinate the service activities for the family. She still could not believe her good friend was gone. Life was simply not fair at times. The day is sunny, warm and quite spring like for a day in February. Thank you weird weather patterns thought Vicki to herself.

A picture of Gigi is displayed near the temporary altar. Gigi's wishes were that she be cremated and that Rex and Shane spread the ashes on Llantano Lake when they felt ready to say goodbye. Vicki had used her connections on the city council to get a special permit for the ceremony and use of the park for the afternoon. She called in a favor from a local florist for tons of flowers and rented seating from a company she had done business with on numerous occasions in the past.

She looks around surveying the scene and everything is perfect. She believes Gigi would be pleased with how everything is set up and going.

Stacy, Kim and Shane soon approach Vicki, who sits along the first row.

"Aunt Vicki," says Shane approaching her.

"Shane. Hi honey. Its good to see you." She brings him into a hug. "How are you?"

"Ok. I miss mom."

"I'm sure you do honey." Vicki breaks from the hug and looks at Shane. "Look how handsome you look. Your mom would be so proud."

Shane is slightly embarrassed with the attention. "Thanks."

Vicki then looks around and sees Stacy. She looks back at Shane. "Where's your dad?"

"He is with grandma. Aunt Stacy brought me."

Stacy is one of Vicki's least favorite people. Vick stands to face the woman that caused her friend much heartache over recent years. "Stacy."

"Mrs. Banks. This is my best friend Kim."

Kim nods and Vicki nods in return.

Vicki being ever so classy decides to take the high road. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Stacy is stunned by the kindness and feels uncomfortable. "Thanks. I know you and Gigi were great friends. I'm sure this is hard on you."

"I think we can all agree that today is simply about rejoicing in Gigi's life and saying goodbye." A tear forms in Vicki's eye and falls on her cheek. Shane notes this and hugs Vicki affectionately.

Roxy, Rex, Kyle and Oliver soon enter the park and walk over to Vicki, Stacy, Kim and Shane.

Vicki turns and sees Rex. "Oh Rex. How are you?" She walks over placing her arms on his.

"Doing the best I can." Rex forms a smile as hard as it is.

"Vicki, everything is simply beautiful. Thanks for putting this together," says Roxy trying to remove the attention from Rex. She knows he is completely over whelmed.

"Don't mention it. It's the least I could do. Shall we get seated. I reserved the front row for family. Rex, you and Shane can have the seats in the middle."

Rex and Shane have seat in the middle of the front row.

Roxy sits next to Rex on his left.

Kyle and Oliver sit directly behind Rex and Shane in the next row.

"Aunt Stacy. Come sit by me," says Shane.

"There's no room Shane. She can sit in the row behind us."

"No grandma. She is family. She will sit next to me."

Roxy starts to speak, but Rex touches her on the knee. "Let it go. Shane's right. She is family. Like it or not."

Roxy is agitated, but does not say another word.

Stacy sits down next to Shane with a satisfied smile on her face.

Kim sits next to Oliver in the second row. She tries to avoid eye contact with Oliver, knowing Stacy's baby secret.

Natalie approaches and bends down in front of her brother Rex in the front row. "Hey brother. How ya' doing?"

Rex simply smiles and nods his head, taking a deep breath in the process. "I'm hanging in."

"I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks, sis."

She stands, nods to Roxy and then heads back to sit next to Vicki on the second row.

At the back of the row of chairs Schuyler stands, holding Layla's hand. He is frozen in motion.

Layla squeezes his hand. "You okay?"

"I'm not sure I can do this. Rex won't want me here."

"You loved her. You have a right to say goodbye like anyone else."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For helping me out today and being so supportive. For agreeing to come to the service with me and for not treating me like I'm nobody."

"Your welcome. You're a person and deserve respect like anyone else. Ready? You can do this."

"Ready."

The walk toward the rows of chairs and sit in the third row behind Kyle and Oliver.

Rex turns to survey the attendees and make eyes contact with Sky. He glares at the man he blames for his Gigi's death.

Schuyler looks down to avoid his gaze.

Layla squeezes his hand for support.

"I can't believe he had the nerve to show his face hear, " says a loud Roxy. "I'll get rid of him."

Kyle touches Roxy on the shoulder. "It's not the time, pal. This is about Gigi."

Roxy knows Kyle is right, but she still does not like it.

Kyle then reaches over to Rex resting his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, ya' doin ok?"

Rex grabs his hand with his own and turns to look at Kyle. He half smiles to assure Kyle he is fine.

Kyle leans in closer. "You're doin' great. I'm here if you need me."

Oliver takes in the scene and has mixed emotions. On one hand he loves how supportive Kyle is being with his surrogate family. On the other hand he feels twinges of jealousy as Rex touches Kyle's hand in such an emotional way. Oliver tries to block the last thought out of his mind. Kyle is just being the good guy that he is.

Kyle leans back and looks over at Oliver. Oliver returns the look. Kyle grabs for Oliver's hand. They both think how thankful they are to have each other.

As tension continues to mount between the guests, because of the raw emotions in the air, the service begins.

Later that night, Kyle is hugging Oliver goodbye. Oliver is decked out in full uniform in preparation of his overnight shift.

"I wish I could stay with you."

"Me too. I'll be fine. I'm super exhausted. I'm goin' to climb into bed and shut out the world for a while."

"Sweet dreams."

The two share a deep, long and passionate kiss.

"I miss you already."

Kyle smiles at Oliver's words. "I know the feelin'. Be safe."

"Night."

Oliver turns to leave, but Kyle refuses to let go of his hand. Kyle runs into his arms and hugs him for dear life.

"What's going on, K-man?"

"I can't imagine my life without you. I'm so thankful we found each other again before it was to late. Ya' never know what life will throw at ya'." Kyle holds on to his guy even tighter, not truly wanting to let him out of his sight. All he can think about is how alone and sad Rex must be feeling. He would die if anything ever happened to Oliver. He recalls the pain he felt back in the hospital when Oliver was shot.

"I'm here. It's ok. I feel the same way. I love you. Will you be okay?"

Kyle releases his Oliver from the life grip. "Sorry."

Oliver places his hand on Kyle's cheek. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'll see you in the morning. Get some rest."

Kyle smiles at his guy. Oliver reaches in and kisses Kyle on the forehead. He turns and leaves the apartment closing the door behind him.

Kyle heads back to the bedroom, slips out of his shirt and jeans and crawls into bed.

Soon after his head hits the pillow, he is fast asleep.

Suddenly Kyle is awake and standing in the back of a church wearing the same suit he had on earlier at Gigi's funeral. He is disoriented and so tired. He surveys the crowd. On the right side are all of his friends and family. He see Roxy, Rex, Nick, Shane and even his sister Rebecca. He tries to make eye contact with them but they all look away. He scans the side for Oliver, but there is no Oliver.

He suddenly feels some glares shooting his way. He turns to the left and looks right smack dab into the eyes of George Fish. If looks could kill, Kyle would be dead right now. He sees Barbara sitting next to George. Tears are visible all over her face. She is unable to make eye contact with him either.

A pit forms in his stomach. He looks around on the left side of the church for Oliver. Still no Oliver. He begins to call out to his guy. "Oliver. Where are you? Oliver."

There is no answer. He looks forward and sees an open casket at the front of the church. Reality starts to set in. He tries to move forward, but his legs refuse to move. They become heavier and heavier. Panic builds inside as he begins the painful journey to the front of the church. The two-minute walk feels like an eternity to Kyle.

As he reaches the casket, he closes his eyes in fear. Before he opens his eyes and looks inside the casket his body is already telling him what he is going to see.

Suddenly, he is alone in the church with the casket. He opens his eyes. He sees his Ollie in the coffin.

He begins to lose his breath. Its as if his life is being sucked out of him. This can't be happening. How? Why?

He leans on the casket for support. He looks down again to see the same image of his Oliver in the casket. The room is spinning. He becomes angry and grabs his lover by the suit collar and begins shaking him. "Oliver. Wake up, dammit. Now. This isn't funny, Oliver. Wake up."

There is no response. Kyle can feel the lack of life in the body he is shaking. "Damn you, Oliver Fish. Why? Why did you leave me? It's not supposed to be like this. We're suppose to grow old and gray together. Not like this. We just found each other. Why?"

Tears begin to well in his eyes as he stares down at the lifeless body in the casket. He bends down to kiss the lips of the man he loves, hoping that his kiss will return life to his beloved.

There is no change. Kyle's tears now not only cover is face, but also Oliver's.

He falls to the ground landing on his knees. The tears do not stop, but strengthen in intensity. He curls up in ball trying to protect himself from the events that are unfolding. The room spins, the tears continue and Kyle can't get the images of a dead Oliver out of his head.

Kyle suddenly jolts awake in a cold sweat. Tears cover his face. He yells out. "Oliver!"

There is no response.

A chill hits his sweat soaked body. He curls in a ball on the bed. Tears continue to fall. He feels more alone than ever.

Chapter 26 Preview

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