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A/n I never liked that Gideon ran onto the train at the end of "Derailed." I think Reid had it under control and it would've been fine if not for the man with the gun that shot Dr. Breyer.

How Derailed Should Have Ended

God, he was so tired and hot, and terrified. It had to end. The FBI or Higher Power, or the SWAT team he knew surrounded the train couldn't save them. This supposed technician, who looked more like a frightened kid couldn't save them. He had to do something!

Sweat dripped down his face and under his arms. His hands shook, but it was time. He tried to keep one eye on the FBI tech and the crazy guy as he slid his hand into his briefcase.

The tech guy was talking as crazy as the other guy, that Ted guy. He was going on and on about how he knew what it was like for the crazy guy. How could he know what it was like? He could see it wasn't working. This Ted guy wanted to kill them all; he could see it in his eyes.

Then all hell broke loose and that tech guy was grabbing for Ted's gun. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger, but it didn't fire. Shit. What the hell? He pulled it again, but now the tech guy had the crazy guy's in his hands.

"Don't move or I will shoot you," the kid said and there was something in his voice that made chills run down his spine.

"I thought he didn't know anything about guns," said that Josh kid.

"The last guy he pointed a gun at got one between the eyes," said the female FBI agent.

The tech guy looked over at her as he got Ted into handcuffs. They knew each other. He went over and unlocked her cuffs and she smiled at him, and then said. "Nice one, Reid."

"You okay," the kid asked.

"Yeah, let's get him out of here."

He put the gun back in his briefcase as the agent walked Ted out of the train. He kept saying he was sorry as they led him down the aisle. Soon cops were swarming and they were taking the crazy guy's doctor out on stretcher. He snapped his briefcase shut and sat back, even though the rest of the passengers were leaving the train. He'd checked the gun before getting on the train. Why did it jam? Was it some kind of sign? He didn't believe in signs.

"Sir," said a cop in a flack vest. "It's safe, you can go now."

"What? Oh, yeah, I guess so."

He stepped off the train and thought, maybe he should believe in signs. He was alive. He wondered, was killing his wife and her lover worth giving up his life? He didn't know.