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Tír na nÓg

The O'Neal siblings along with the unconscious Tommy were helped into the lifeboat and given warm blankets. The other passengers in the boat scooted over to make room for them. It was a tight fit, but everyone managed to make it work.

Shannon held her fiancé's head in her lap and pulled their blanket up higher to keep them warm. She ripped off a tiny piece to hold against the gash on the side of his head, to contain the flow of blood. Fresh hot tears scorched in her eyes and she sniffled. "Please don't leave me, Tommy...stay here," she wept softly, planting soft kisses on his face.

Rory held his elder sister in a comforting embrace. "He's going to be fine, Shannon, I promise," he said in a low whisper, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

Even though he was only twelve, he understood how much Tommy meant to his sister, and felt absolutely awful seeing the pain in her eyes whenever she looked down at her unconscious fiancé. He sent up a silent prayer to God to spare the young Irishman.

Tommy continued to lay still in his fiancé's lap as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He wasn't aware of his surroundings at all, as the only thing he could see was darkness and the little twinkling stars of the night sky whenever he opened his eyes.

...

Tommy opened his eyes once again, to find himself laying in a lush green meadow. The birds were chirping happily, the deer pranced around and chewed on the various plants, and soft melodic music played on from far away.

Unaware of where exactly he was, he decided to get up and explore his surroundings. Upon standing, he realized that he was dressed in the finest suit he'd ever seen in his life, and that his shoes were polished perfectly.

Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps, and spun around to see Shannon coming towards him. She wore a beautiful white dress and her hair was pinned up perfectly. He realized that it was his wedding day... but where were all the guests? And...where were they?

"Shanny, you look so beautiful," he whispered with a wily grin, gently wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"Tommy, you look so handsome," she whispered back with a soft smile, rubbing her nose against his and kissing him on the lips.

"So, where are we anyways?" Tommy asked curiously, adjusting his tie. "Where's all the guests, sweet?"

Shannon's face fell and she gently touched his chest. "Oh, love, don't you understand?" she asked gently. "There's no guests... it's just the two of us."

Tommy's smile faded and he shook his head. "But... there must at least be a priest here to marry us," he said, looking around in a panicked confusion. "Right?"

Shannon closed her eyes and kissed him again. "No, there's no priest... don't you know where we are?" she asked softly.

"Where?" Tommy looked around again.

"The most beautiful place in the Celtic afterlife, of course, Tír na nÓg," Shannon answered.

Tommy's eyes snapped wide open and his mouth dropped. "I'm sorry... AFTERLIFE?" He didn't understand.

Shannon nodded and her smile faded. "Yes, remember when the Titanic sank and that piece of ceiling hit you? I couldn't deal with the grief of losing you so I took yer brother's gun and shot myself so that we could be together."

Tommy couldn't believe his ears, nor his eyes, nor anything now... his senses had to be deceiving him. "YOU DID WHAT?" he roared, his voice cracking with devastation.

Shannon tried to reach out to touch his arm, but he pushed her hand away. He couldn't believe that they hadn't survived the Titanic's sinking... wasn't it only a few days ago that they were making love to each other in the cargo hold? Wasn't it only a few minutes ago that he was holding his precious fiancé in his arms and telling her that they would survive?

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He collapsed to the ground in a twitching fit, not caring that he was getting grass and dirt stains all over his nice suit. Not caring that he was acting like a weak little infant in front of fiancé. Not caring about anything. He couldn't believe that they hadn't survived... he couldn't... he wouldn't...

He took off running into the woods, trees and greenery flashing before his eyes. He came to a rushing waterfall, a cool, rushing waterfall that looked so nice... he jumped in. If he could drown once, he could do it again. He had to get out of there.

"TOMMY! PLEASE!" Shannon was chasing him, screaming, crying, but her voice sounded so distant to him now...too distant.

...

"Tommy! Please!" Shannon wept softly as she stroked her fiancé's unruly curls. He has to be all right... he just has to be...

Tommy's eyes snapped wide open and he realized that he was shaking and crying in his fiancé's lap. "I don't want us to go to Tír na nÓg, we've got to survive!" he yelled, his head thrashing back and forth wildly. The other passengers in the boat were staring at him. Especially Mrs. Hannigan. "I've got to get out of here!"

"Shh, it's all right love, yer safe..." Shannon whispered soothingly. "Yer safe..." she repeated, planting a gentle kiss on his face. Despite the circumstances, a wide smile formed on her lips. The man she loved was all right, he was awake, and she couldn't have been more relieved.

"We're in a boat, Tommy," Rory piped up. "We're all right, it's just a bad dream."

Neither of the O'Neal siblings cared about the weird looks that the other passengers in the boat were giving them. They were both overjoyed that Tommy was safe and awake.

Shannon kissed her fiancé again, so grateful that he'd finally come to. "Eye, it was just a bad dream," she echoed, still choking back tears. She turned to Mrs. Hannigan. "Can we get another blanket?" she pleaded, still holding the piece of cloth against Tommy's cut. "We have to keep him warm," she said.

Mrs. Hannigan handed her another blanket and she wrapped it around her fiancé's shoulders. "Once we get on the rescue ship we'll get ye some nice, warm soup... how would ye like that?" she cooed, staring lovingly into his tired eyes. All she wanted to do now was baby him.

"Eye, soup's nice..." Tommy choked out groggily, staring back up into her tear-filled eyes.

"Then we'll get ye some soup," Shannon whispered softly. "I love ye, Tommy," she said, a single tear sliding down her face, glistening in the moonlight.

"I love ye more, Shanny," Tommy responded, a small smile playing on his lips. "And I'd like that," he whispered warily.

Shannon looked up towards the starry night sky and smiled happily. She couldn't describe how grateful she was that her fiancé, who meant everything to her, was all right. She couldn't even bare to imagine a world without him in it. Thank ye, God, thank ye God for me Tommy back...

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