Death Jumper: Case 39: Harper's Island

by Amur Leopard

This is Harper's Island with a twist. It's what happened behind the scenes, from 10 years before the Wakefield/Dunn murders to two days after Abby and Jimmy are rescued. This is what occured when my idea and character got involved.

36. Chapter 36 Where Do We Go From Here?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Harper's Island, or anything you might recognise from the show. Neither do I own anything from Harper's Globe, or any other shows, or films, or songs, or products, I may make references to. I do however own Rebecca Jacobs and the idea of Death Jumping and all things related to Death Jumping.

Hey, okay, so thank you to bizziebloom13, Lance-Dusk., HonoraryDAMember, January Raines and Neon Jack for your reviews. To bizziebloom, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, I hope you like this last one. As for what's wrong with Rebecca, you'll just have to read and find out! To Lance, I agree it was a shame how there was no epilogue but I did like the videos at the end. Hope you enjoy this. To HonoraryDAMember, here is the final chapter, it's a monster lol. I'm so happy you've enjoyed this. Read on. To January Raines, not trying to make you go grey lol. To find out what happens you'll have to read on. To Neon Jack, thanks and I hope you enjoy the final installment!

Now I apologize for this not being up on Wednesday, I was packing to go home and with all the bad weather was unable to get it up. Plus, this thing is still huge even though I broke it up lol. So I have done my best with it and I hope you all enjoy this monster of a last chapter.

For the final time I warn there may be bad language, I'm not sure, but just so you know. So thanks to you all for reading this story (you'll find a bigger thank you at the end), I hope you all enjoy this last chapter. So read on and don't for get to review!

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Chapter thirty-six-Where Do We Go From Here?

An hour later, about quarter past nine, and all were sat around, or stood if there was nowhere to sit. Ever since the two Death Jumpers had left, there had been an eerie silence. Jimmy had sat back down in one of the chairs, while Sully, was sat nearest the fire on one of the sofas. Abby was sat next to Jimmy, but on the floor, and Shane was over by one of the windows, just staring. Yet out of everyone, it was the English man who broke the silence. Cal was stood by the fire, lent against the mantelpiece, a drink in his left hand.

"So what do we do now?" he asked, calmly. "We are meant to leave tomorrow, and now I don't know what's going on,"

"I guess the other two Death Jumpers will tell us something," started Danny, slowly, from his seat next to Sully. "We just have to wait for them to come back,"

"I can't believe she's dead," said Beth, slowly. "After all she did for us,"

"Well, she is, just get over it," growled Shane, without turning.

"Shane," warned Nikki, shooting him a look. "Don't try and act like it doesn't affect you too,"

"She barely knew Rebecca, how can she begin to feel anything?" he snapped, anger seeming to pulsate from him.

"Just leave it, Shane," ordered Charlie, no one wanted a row at that point.

"You have no jurisdiction here Sheriff, you can't order me to do anything," said Shane, anger in his voice.

Yet I could see something in his eyes, it told me something different to what he was expressing. Shane, now, was looking around the room, all eyes, apart from a few, who seemed to be lost deep in their own troubles, were watching him. He shook his head, disgusted with them and stormed out the room.

Outside, in the cool October evening air, Ryan stood trying to compose himself. At first his partner had tried to console him, but now Jake had left him to it. I had floated around everyone, testing my new found ability to listen to their thoughts. So I had decided that, as a crowded room made it rather hard to discern whose thoughts were whose, a single person on their own would be easier. Ryan's mind however, seemed to be hard to hear, almost as if he could lock it against me. Yet he happened to talk his thoughts under his breath, and so I could still hear his internal conflictions.

"Why, why did this happen?" he murmured, staring out at the dark ocean. "What do I do now? I mean obviously I'll have to pay for the extra night. It was always on the cards…"

He paused and kicked a stone.

"But as for explanations…They're never gonna listen to me, they're not my Saves," he continued, with a sigh. "I know you didn't plan for this, but you've kinda dumped me in it, Rebecca. I just don't know what to do,"

He looked so defeated, and somewhere in me there was a connection I felt to him. I wanted to tell him it would be alright, that they were good people, occasionally stubborn, but good. They would listen to him, they would understand. I had this feeling, it told me he was a good Death Jumper, or he had been. I hated that my brain wouldn't work properly.

"You can do this Ryan, I know you can," I said, outloud, wishing he could hear it. "They're good people, they'll understand, they'll listen. Just trust your instincts, Ryan,"

Suddenly, he spun round faster then a shot. He was looking around him, the most oddest look on his face. He glanced in all directions, I was confused.

"Rebecca?" he whispered, still glancing around.

I stared, my eyes must have widened considerably. He couldn't have possibly heard me.

"Hey, you alright man?" called a voice, now sounding much calmer.

Ryan turned to the owner, who was coming across the carpark towards him. Ryan sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah," he replied, casually.

"It's just, you looked like you were reacting like Nikki does when she sees a wasp," said Shane, a smirk on his face.

"No, just thought I heard something that's all," replied Ryan, slowly. "So what are you doing out here?"

"Needed some air, couldn't stand having to be in the presence of all those 'Swells'" he said, spitting the last bit as if it was a bad taste in his mouth.

Ryan chuckled, Shane gave him a look."

"You really are as Rebecca described you," explained Ryan, giving Shane a smile.

Shane rolled his eyes.

"Well, we should probably go back in, I need to go talk to the landlady," continued Ryan, turning to head back in. "Plus, it's dark and getting kinda cold out here,"

"I'll be in a few minutes, okay?" answered Shane, with a sigh.

"Well, okay, but don't be too long, we can't risk you being seen," said Ryan, slowly. "Cause then, everything Rebecca did, would have been for nothing,"

After Ryan had paid for another night for everyone, he re-entered the Oaken Living Room. He looked around at everyone, who seemed to be either lost in thought or dozing.

"Okay guys, well, your now here till Friday," he started, glancing around at them all. "Now, it's been a long day, and so I think we all should go get some rest,"

He made his way over to Abby and Jimmy, who were both seemingly asleep. Jimmy's head slumped on his right shoulder, while Abby's, rested against his left leg. He woke them gently.

"Guys, you need some rest, so I'm gonna get you upstairs okay?" he explained, to their sleepy expressions.

"Okay," nodded Abby, her voice more of a whisper.

She stood up, slightly unsteady, and Ryan helped her. It was then he realised, he'd have to come back for Jimmy. Yet for once, Shane managed to enter right on time and came over to aid Ryan. Abby told them she could manage on her own, so both Ryan and Shane now were support for Jimmy. I followed them upstairs, they struggled, but they managed.

"What numbers are you?" asked Ryan, unable to remember.

"142 and 143," replied Abby, reading it off the two keys.

Once they'd reached the rooms, Abby opened her door 142 and turned to see if they needed assistance.

"Just stay in your own room for now, if that's okay?" instructed Ryan, watching her reaction.

She nodded.

"At least, he's only next door," she said, quietly.

"Yeah. Oh and there's food been left in there for you too," he added, with a grin.

She gave Ryan a sleepy smile, before going into her own room and shutting the door. They then got Jimmy into his room and into bed.

"You going to be alright?" asked Ryan, giving Jimmy a look.

"Mm," he responded, his eyes half closed. "Just gonna sleep for a bit,"

"Well, there's food there if you want it, man," said Shane, unable to hide the worry in his voice.

"Thanks, I'll see you later," responded Jimmy, slowly.

Shane watched as his best friends eyes finally shut, and he fell into a deep sleep. Ryan then led Shane out, and they both headed back downstairs.

"They're not gonna be alright, are they?" said Shane, halting at the bottom of the stairs and turning to Ryan.

"I don't know, Shane. I just don't know," he responded, looking him in the eye.

They both headed back into the Oaken Living Room. It was emptier then it had been, but some people still remained. Trish, the groomsmen, JD, Andy, Nikki, Kelly and Chloe all still remained in the room. Shane went back to his position, of staring out the window. Ryan moved to stand by the fire, he glanced at them all sat there.

"You know, she wouldn't have wanted you all to be moping over her," he said slowly, now looking somewhere beyond them. "She would have told you that, 'there's no use in crying over spilt milk,',"

"Yeah, but it's not just something you can clean up," JD pointed out.

"But, it is exactly how she would have put it," interjected Shane, something in his voice. "It's who she was,"

I smiled; somewhat amazed Shane believed he knew me so well, not that he wasn't right, but still, it amazed me.

"I remember when I first met her," started Andy, slowly. "She asked me a question and when I answered, she replied 'Cheers M'dears,'. But I thought she said 'Cheese Mothers,' and I gave her such a confused look and repeated it back to her,"

I remembered it too, Andy was starting to laugh just remembering it.

"We laughed for ages after she managed to make it clear to me what she'd said," he grinned.

"Yep, was one of her favourite sayings," agreed Ryan, smiling.

The others were nodding too.

"Her and her English-isms, like at the Christmas party she held," started Nikki, smiling, even as tears ran down her face. "She asked me to pass the aluminium foil, and I had no idea what she was on about,"

"Yeah, she meant the aluminum foil," added Kelly, with a smile.

"That's because, it is aluminium foil," said Cal, as he entered followed by some hotel staff carrying trays of hot drinks. "It's you Americans who have it wrong,"

"What about the time she asked us to bring noodles for the stir-fry she was making, and we asked her what kind. She says Chinese kind, and we still don't know what she's on about," added Trish. "We ended up bringing crispy noodle things, the look on her face,"

"Yeah, we worked out what she meant later," laughed JD, taking drink from the tray.

"I don't get it," said Cal, slowly, he glanced at Chloe.

"Noodles can be any sort, like spaghetti or twists, penne or tagliatelle," explained Chloe, with a smile.

"Well, in England noodles are generally a type of pasta associated with Chinese food," replied Cal, glancing at Ryan, who nodded in agreement. "We call all of it pasta, spaghetti and such,"

"That's the English lot for ya," laughed Mal, shaking his head.

"Rebecca was the loyalist person I knew," started Ryan, seemingly lost in thought. "She put her neck on the line for me once, saved my life, she did,"

"She seemed to be into saving people's lives," commented Booth, nodding.

"Yeah, Sully told us the story how she saved you guys, when you got stuck out on the ocean," added Danny, looking at the others.

"I helped too, you know," grumbled Shane, still glancing out the window.

"You both saved us," said a new voice.

Ben had just entered the room, followed by Brent and Robin.

"And she saved my Dad and Wilson in that storm, remember Shane?" added Andy, looking in Shane's direction.

"She saved us all, in one way or another," he said, then added quietly. "I always told her that one day she'd get herself killed,"

"I have her playlist of her favourite songs, if you'd like, I could put it on quietly," said Ryan, now, changing the subject.

"Yeah, that would be a nice way to remember her," said Trish, who was watching Sully, who all this time, hadn't said a word.

Ryan moved off, and plugged in the speakers and his mp3 player. He chose Rebecca's playlist and started it.

"It was the last thing she gave me, she told me I should play it to you if she was late," he said, smiling sadly.

There was at first, silence, and then the sound came, but it wasn't music that came out.

"Hey Guys, I'm guessing if your listening to this then either, I'm late or something's gone wrong. Hopefully not the latter," said my voice, crisp and clear, everyone looked up, even Sully."Anyways, I'm sure if it is the latter, then Ryan will have told you, that I don't want any moping. I'm flattered that your sad, but life's to short to cry over spilt milk,"

Everyone smiled when I said that, well everyone except Sully, who seemed to be void of everything. Ryan was staring at the mp3 player, and had been doing so since the message had started.

"Now, look, everything will be okay," my voice continued. "I know it is probably all looking very bleak at the mo, but things do have a habit of sorting themselves out. Now I know, I said I would help you all, but if I'm unable to, then I hope you will listen instead to Ryan. He is a good man and I know he will help you, so do me the honour, and respect what he has to say,"

Ryan looked sad, everyone seemed to nod slowly, as if my disembodied voice could see them. The fact that I could see their response, was besides the point.

"Now enough of the sad looks, I want you all to cheer up and I mean you 'all'. You know who I'm talking too," said my voice, seriously, Shane sighed and Sully looked at the floor. "Cause if all I am is late, then if I come back to depressed people I'm gonna have to do something outrageously crazy to cheer you up, and I'm not really wanting to have to do that. This does not mean you are to be sad on purpose, just to see what I'll do! So to make sure you are all cheery, I have created this playlist to make you laugh, maybe bring back memories of the good times we had, and most of all, to let you know whatever happens, I'll always be there for you, even if it's only with you in your hearts. Trust me, life is still worth living! And Yes, I am rolling my eyes at the looks your probably giving this mp3 player! So stop moping, enjoy and hopefully I'll be with you all soon…"

They were all glancing at one another, a great sadness filling the room. Yet I laughed at their expressions, as my first choice started. The Hampster Dance, but it paused. And my voice came for what might have been the final time.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad and I bet it made some of you laugh," laughed my voice. "In fact, I'm just gonna play it, love you all!"

My voice laughed off into silence and the song started again. The songs played one by one, most of them were cheerful, cheer me up, type songs and others I knew had a message behind them. The one thing I did notice, and the others slowly caught on to, was the fact you could just about hear my voice singing along to the songs. The thoughts whirled in the room, memories of times gone by, from parties on the beach and drinking competitions to movie and karaoke nights. It was, however, when one song came on, that Sully finally reacted and I knew why. Donna Lewis's song, our song, had started and I saw his face finally show emotion. He glanced up at the mp3 player and then at the floor, followed by the fire. I moved, somehow, nearer and came round to his right side. I sorta crouched, and tried to read what he was thinking. Trish must have spotted Sully's reaction to the song too, because she had stopped smiling and was staring right at him. She got up, came over and crouched before him. Danny watched as she approached, and also turned to his friend.

"Sully? What's wrong?" she asked, placing a hand on his knee. "Sully?"

He looked at her finally, he was crying and it broke my heart to see him like this. He sniffed; causing everyone to turn and look at him, even Shane.

"It's our song…" he murmured, Trish squeezed his leg.

"Do you want us to skip it?" she asked, slowly.

He shook his head and turned away again, going back to staring at the fire. She sighed and went back to her seat, she knew how he felt in some ways. She too had lost the one she loved, but he had betrayed her, which hurt her more.

When the playlist had finally finished, most people left the room, it was late after all. Trish and Danny attempted to get Sully to come, but he refused. He just wanted to sit down there and be left alone. Not even Ryan could get him to move, and in the end it was Shane who told them all to leave Sully there. So that's what they did, I felt so bad, but I realised he wasn't going to move, so I went to check on the others. I wondered around again, finding the whole moving through solid objects thing useful. It was, however, when I ended up in Jimmy's room, that everything went strange. I did what I had done with everyone else, and that was to check they were sleeping okay and not having nightmares and such. However, when I reached Jimmy, I found he was dreaming. I knew he needed rest and forgetting I wasn't myself, reached down to relax him. Yet as I touched him, I was suddenly sucked in and when I found myself again, I was somewhere completely different.

I glanced around and found I knew the place, I was on Jimmy's boat, the Sea Jay. The boat that he had been blown up on. There was a noise behind me, and I turned to find Jimmy coming out of the cabin. He had mugs of something hot, and he came to an abrupt halt as he saw me.

"Rebecca?" he started, confusion on his features. "Where did you come from?"

"She just turned up man," said Shane's voice, from somewhere behind me.

"Shane?" I said, turning to him.

He was sat in a chair on the deck, I swear he hadn't been there before.

"Okay, so what's going on?" I asked, my already foggy mind confused.

"We were gonna have some coffee, but I think you two need to talk," said Shane, calmly. "After all, that's why you're here isn't it, after that fight I think you two need to talk it out,"

"Fight?" I continued, slowly.

"Yeah, so I'll see you two later and you better have made up," continued Shane. "Can't have my two best mates at each other's throats, now can I,"

With that he left, or more just disappeared, and that's when I remembered this scene. It was after some fight we'd had about some random thing or other. I had turned up to try and reconcile with Jimmy, and everything had turned out fine. But this was a memory, which meant that somehow, unbeknown to me, I was in Jimmy's dream.

"So I don't suppose you want his coffee," started Jimmy, slowly.

"Uh, yeah sure I'll take it," I said, he handed it to me. "So…I'm sorry for…"

"No, it's me who should be sorry," Jimmy interjected, as I sat down. "I asked for the truth and all you did was give me it,"

I stared at him, I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"Truth?" I questioned.

"I was tired and in pain, I thought Abby was dead," he continued. "I thought everyone was dead, and you put your trust in me and I failed you,"

Now I got it, somehow, he had made this memory become a way he could say he was sorry for the fight we'd had in the shed.

"No, you didn't fail me, what I was asking you to believe, was pretty farfetched for most people," I replied, slowly. "But, I forgave you for everything you said, yes it hurt, but I forgave you,"

"How could you, you thought I meant it," he said, sadly, turning from me. "I was a fool,"

"No Jimmy, in the situation you were in, everything you said was perfectly justified," I tried, desperate for him to stop being so hard on himself. "Something tells me though, the argument is not all you're blaming yourself for,"

He turned to me again, and I saw what I had expected in his eyes.

"You can't blame yourself for my…demise," I said, not sure how to phrase it.

"I couldn't to save you and after what I said…what I said…" he replied, but failed.

"Just cause you said 'I was dead to you' does not mean I died because of it," I said, giving him a look. "Stop blaming yourself for stuff that was out of your control. Now I bet you haven't had time to read that letter,"

"Letter?" he said, not following.

"The note that was in my hand, you haven't read it yet, have you?" I said, calmly. "If you read it, it may help you,"

I got up and approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, I looked him in the eyes.

"I forgave you," I said, calmly. "It wasn't your fault, it was no ones fault, except maybe mine…"

"But…" he interrupted, but I shushed him.

"When you wake up you should read that letter, okay" I continued. "Now you need to get some sleep,"

He paused, and stepped back from me.

"I am asleep, cause this is a dream," he said, sadly. "You're just my conscience or something, trying to reason what I did. I know Rebecca's dead,"

"Um…right, well not exactly, but never mind," I said, slightly frustrated. "Look dreaming isn't proper sleep, so why not try lying down in the cabin, at least for me,"

"Fine, whatever," he said, and we both headed in.

He lay down on the bunk that was in there, made himself comfy and then just lay there. I crouched down beside him and took his hand in mine.

"Now promise me you'll read that letter," I said, looking at his tired face.

"I promise," he said, his tone suggesting he didn't care.

"Just remember, you've been my friend since the day we met, and my loyalty to you has never faltered," I said, a plan forming in my mind. "Therefore, even though we've had fights before, I've never not forgiven you, and so why should now be any different? Yes it hurt, but I forgave you the moment you said it. I will always be your friend,"

He looked at me, his expression changed slightly as the words seemed to sink in.

"Now get some sleep," I said, running my finger from his temple, down the side of his face, to below his chin.

He still looked at me sleepily, but his body was relaxing and his breathing was slowing. As he fell into a deeper sleep, the scene around me faded and suddenly, I was back in the room.

I looked at him sleeping peacefully now, I had used one of my skills. One, somewhere in my brain, I knew I was known for. It was a kind of sleep control, which helped me to look after my Saves, after I'd saved them. I left the room, walking through the door and out into the corridor. A sound somewhere to my left, caused me to jump, well that's if someone in my state could jump. I relaxed though, it was only someone going downstairs, the noise having been the creak of the top step. I decided to check it out, and moved off in that direction.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs however, I couldn't see where they had gone. I made a logical guess of the Oaken Living Room, and went right. However, when I reached it, the only person still in there was Sully, who hadn't moved since I last saw him. He looked so tired, but he didn't look like he planned on going to bed anytime soon. It was while I was watching him, that someone else entered and I assumed it was them I had seen heading downstairs.

"You still here man?" asked Shane, as he entered the room.

He placed one of the items he was carrying down, on top of Sully's sofa, and continued. Now all he was carrying a glass and a bottle of what looked like scotch. Yet I wasn't sure, as I'm sure I remembered he hated the stuff. Sully barely reacted, just a mere glance in his direction. Shane placed the glass and bottle down on the cabinet.

"Well, if you don't mind I'm gonna sit down here and have a drink," said Shane, an interesting look on his face. "You wanna drink?"

Sully finally looked up at Shane, he sighed.

"Yeah, go on then" he mumbled, slowly.

"Well, don't think I'm forcing it on you," said Shane, shaking his head.

Shane took out a glass from the cupboard, and poured two drinks.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood," said Sully, placing his head in his hands and then proceeding to run them through his hair.

Shane put Sully's in front of him, and sat down in a chair next to the other sofa, which was opposite Sully.

"I know you probably don't believe me, and you may have heard it before," said Shane, slowly. "But, I do know how you feel,"

"Actually, I believe you," replied Sully, picking up his glass and swigging it down. "You knew her as well as I did, hell, probably better then I did,"

"I had the advantage of time, but she was closer to you," said Shane, slowly, he glanced at the fire. "She loved you,"

"Yeah, but she never took off that necklace," argued Sully, the tiredness evident in his tone. "That's gotta count for something,"

"What?" questioned Shane, not following.

"The silver wolf necklace you gave her, she never took it off," explained Sully, sipping his drink. "She told me you gave her it,"

"Oh, yeah, I never really thought about it in that way," replied Shane, slowly.

They sat for a while, mulling over their own thoughts, with Shane occasionally topping up either glass. I watched, as there wasn't much else I could do. It pained me to see anyone suffer unnecessarily, and this was definitely one of those times. As the alcohol kicked in, Sully looked more and more sleepy. He was just starting to nod a little, when Shane who had been staring at the fire, but seemingly watching Sully out of the corner of his eye, spoke. The alcohol, making his voice sound pleasant.

"You know, it's not just Rebecca's friendship I miss, it was the fact she was always there for you when you needed her," he said, slowly still looking at the fire. "She looked after you, whether you deserved her or not,"

Sully's head jolted up, he glanced at Shane, as if trying to read him.

"She never wanted to let anyone down," replied Sully, quietly. "She always saw you for who you were, and not who you tried to be,"

"And you know what she'd be thinking right now, if she found the two of us sat here," said Shane, a half smile of his face.

For the first time that evening, Sully gave a small smile.

"She'd be telling us we were a pair of right idiots, and she'd make us go get some sleep," he said, laughing slightly at the thought, before going back to his serious expression.

"Exactly," said Shane, swigging his glass down. "And I'd tell her I have slept, I'm fine,"

"You can't have had that much," said Sully, placing down his own glass.

"Several hours, I went up at ten thirty and it's now about three am," replied Shane, nodding to the clock on the mantelpiece.

"Really, I didn't think it was that late," said Sully, attempting to stifle a yawn. "So couldn't you sleep?"

"I dozed, but in the end, I decided I needed a drink instead," said Shane, yet there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn't saying everything. "That excuse wouldn't do it for Rebecca though,"

"Nope she'd tell you to go back, she'd come and settle you down," said Sully, glancing at the fire. "She'd stay until you fell asleep…"

Shane glanced at him, and offered him a top up.

"I can tell you one thing though, she'd never believe that you and me were getting on," chuckled Shane. "She'd have to sit down, especially since, I'm not calling you 'Blondie',"

"Yep, no doubt about it, she'd be speechless," nodded Sully, sipping his drink and ignoring Shane's comment about the whole 'Blondie' thing.

"I mean, 'I' can barely believe we're sat here talking all civilised and shit," continued Shane, with a sleepy grin.

Sully shook his head, and then looked Shane straight in the eye.

"We never speak of this again," he said, seriously. "I have a reputation you know,"

"Agreed, I mean me being nice to you, never," replied Shane, just as serious.

They sat there for a few minutes, before grinning and laughing.

"You're alright, man," said Shane, when he had regained his composure.

"Same, I could never see what she saw in you, but I think I'm begging to understand," he said, slowly. "It's strange what brings people together,"

"Mmm," said Shane, as he himself yawned.

That sat in silence once again, the empty bottle now stood on the table. Twenty minutes later, found Sully's eyes closed and his head nodding. The mixture of tiredness, grief and alcohol, finally winning, against Sully's battle to stay awake. Shane said nothing, he just watched as the young man across from him, slowly fell asleep. Sully's body began to slump over, and it was only when he seemed to have completely gone, that Shane moved. He had brought down a blanket, off his own bed, with him and left it on the sofa as he had entered. He now moved over to Sully and maneuvered him, until he looked comfortable. With Sully now taking up the whole sofa, Shane placed the blanket over him and then went back to his chair. He poured what was left of Sully's drink into his own, and then raised the glass up above his head.

"To you, Rebecca, thanks for everything," he whispered, before downing the entire glass.

I smiled, I was so proud of Shane. He had truly proved himself, and I just wished he could have known I had seen it.

"No, thank you, Shane," I said, aloud. "You've made me proud, well done,"

Once again my voice seemed to reach who I was trying to talk to. Shane glanced around, as if he half expected me to be stood somewhere in the shadows. He sighed when he realised I wasn't. His thoughts suggested, he thought, he might be hallucinating a little. With one last glance at Sully's sleeping form, he lent back in the chair. His chair had two side headrests at the top, which stuck out in the same direction as the seat and armrests. He lent his head to the left, leaning on one, and closed his eyes, relaxing. Within five minutes, he too, was fast asleep, the alcohol having helped him along. I watched the two sleeping men, but I wasn't the only one. Ryan now entered the room, he was carrying a second blanket, which he proceeded to drape over Shane. He smiled, knowing I would have been proud of him too, which I was. Then he left, and the room grew silent, except for the deep slow breathing of the two guys.

When the cold dawn light found its way through the windows, the scene had changed very little. The fire was burning lower in the grate, but neither Sully nor Shane had shifted much in their sleep. I now moved about the hotel. People were appearing, staff getting breakfast ready in the dining room and a few people had surfaced. I could see Booth, Ben and Lucy were all waiting around the lobby, chatting quietly. I was bored, some part of me wished I could do the whole poltergeist thing. Let someone know I was there, the voice thing occasionally worked, but not all the time.

As the morning went on, people appeared for breakfast and then most headed back into The Oaken Living Room. I don't think anyone expected to find the Sully and Shane asleep in there, but they respected them, by keeping reasonably quiet. They sat around on the vacant chairs, or chose somewhere to stand and talk quietly. It was all going fine, until Lucy tripped and grabbed Shane's chair to stop herself. He woke with a start, and swung round, seemingly ready to defend himself.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake and scare you," she said, a worried look on her face.

"It's fine, you just startled me," replied Shane, calmly, his voice thick with sleep. "Don't worry about it,"

There was a strange silence; as if everyone was unsure how to respond to this Shane. They had expected him to get angry and he'd done the complete opposite. Lucy moved away, as Shane settled himself again, the grogginess pulling him back into a deep sleep. Abby woke about half eleven and, like most of the other people, came downstairs. I saw she was carrying my note, as she entered the Oaken Living Room. Charlie approached his daughter, as she paused surveying the scene.

"Have you had any food?" he asked, kindly.

"No, I thought I was too late for breakfast," she replied, looking at her father.

"Well, yes, but we can still get you something," he replied, with a smile. "Kelly, could you take Abby to get some breakfast?"

Kelly smiled and nodded.

"Sure," she said, coming over. "This way,"

She led Abby from the room in the direction of the dining room. It was while Abby was eating, that Sully woke. As he slowly came round, he found he was being watched by several people. Mal, Booth, Trish and Shea were all glancing in his direction. He sat up slowly, yawning, he still looked pretty exhausted.

"Do you want a coffee?" asked Shea, kindly, getting to her feet.

"Hmm? Sure okay, cheers," he said, groggily.

"Least I can do," she said, giving him a small smile.

She headed off and when she came back, Abby and Kelly came too. Abby made to sit down on the other end of the sofa, but she gave Sully a questioning look first. He nodded and indicated for her to sit, then accepted his coffee from Shea. It was now that Abby chose to finish my letter.

So, whenever you've chosen to continue this, you'll find that I have tried to explain enough things to get you through. I of course, when I arrive, will explain everything, but for now I hope this is handy. Now here are a few things you need to know…

The letter went on to describe why Henry had done what he'd done, and why I had spared her from killing him. Of course it was to help her deal with what had happened, but it was also to help Jimmy. It also explained the fact people weren't dead, how they'd be met by the FBI people, who weren't FBI. The final thing it explained, was all about Jimmy. How I knew they were perfect for each other and how she had to help and support him, as much as I knew he would help and support her. The letter summed up how proud I was of her, and how if she ever needed my help, I'd be there. She sat there for a few minutes taking it all in.

Unbeknown to me, Jimmy too was coming round, as he woke up slowly, vague memories of the dream came back to him. He got up carefully and finding he was still in his jeans, reached into the pocket to pull out my note. He felt the weight of it in his hand, it was heavier then it should be. Finally he opened it and as he unfolded it, he found the reason for it's added weight. Chloe's engagement ring slid out and he only just caught it. He stared at it, before placing it on the bed and turning back to the note.

Dear Jimmy,

I originally wrote this note slightly differently, but after what just occurred I figured I better rewrite it, so I can make myself clear. Now first of all, you're probably wondering what the ring is all about. Well it belongs to Chloe Carter and as she was adamant she wanted it back, I thought it would be easier to send with you and if you could give it to her, it would be really helpful. If you don't know her, Trish will help you.

Now, I don't actually know when you'll read this. I know Ryan will meet you guys and Abby has a note too, to help her, so she'll know what to do. Now as I tried to explain and you may have already discovered, everyone is alive. I saved them all, by sorta dying in their place. As I'm coming later, I'll go further into all that then. Plus even though our last face to face explanation didn't go great, you'll be in a better situation, so the next one should be smoother. The main thing I need you to know, is I don't blame you for that reaction in the shed. Although, I thought you trusted me enough to believe the thing I was telling you, however impossible it may have seemed, I know it was a big thing to ask. I hope you know that I did, as always, forgive you as you said it, but just in case you didn't, I did. And okay you believed Henry over me, but as I said you were in a state. I think Shane would have just punched you, and told you to stop being so melodramatic, although that's a bit of big word for Shane…so maybe he would have used a different word. My point is, I don't want you beating yourself up about it. You've been my friend since the day we met, and my loyalty to you has never faltered. Therefore, even though we've had fights before, I've never not forgiven you, and so why should now be any different? Yes it hurt, but I forgave you the moment you said it. I will always be your friend.

He paused at this, a weird feeling coursing through him. He reread the last bit again, somewhere in his memory he remembered me saying the lines: 'You've been my friend since the day we met, and my loyalty to you has never faltered. Therefore, even though we've had fights before, I've never not forgiven you, and so why should now be any different? Yes it hurt, but I forgave you the moment you said it. I will always be your friend.' He sighed and continued.

I need you to be strong, for Abby and the others. You need to be there for Abby, as she'll be there for you. Support her, like I know you can, look after Shane too. You know what he's like, getting into fights and stuff. You're his friend, so don't be so hard on him. I know how you were being with him, before your boat blew up. Remember, if it wasn't for me then your last words to him, would have been you being impatient and yelling at him. I was there, I remember you getting all snappy. I also saw your face, when you were telling Abby you saw him and Nikki dead. I bet you regretted how you had been with him when you saw him hanging there. But I'm not trying to get at you, I'm just saying that I wasn't impressed with the way you handled yourself. Yet, that's all in the past. Just remember, beware your temper, at worst take a breath and walk away. Give yourself some space alone to cool down, like we practiced.

Now go and give the ring to Chloe, and I'll explain more later. Just make sure you get some rest, take it easy, and don't go blaming yourself for stuff.

Your Friend Always.

Rebeccaxx

It was shorter then most other people's letters, but it was more to help him with his feelings then to tell him what he needed to do. When Jimmy finally appeared in the room, leaning heavily on his crutches, note clasped in one hand and I assumed the ring in the other, he looked rather pale. I assumed he had used the lift to come down, but by the state of him, he may have well just used the stairs. His eyes searched the room for the blonde couple and when he spotted the two, he made his way slowly to them. I watched from where I stood, as he came up to them, glancing at Shane's sleeping form, before getting Chloe's attention.

"Chloe Carter?" he questioned, balancing himself on the crutches.

"Yes," she said, turning to him. "Can I help you…um,"

"Jimmy," he reminded her.

"Oh yes, what can I do for you, Jimmy?" she said, giving him a smile.

Cal just watched, knowing better then to say something.

"I was told to give you this," he said, holding out his clenched fist, and then turning his hand palm up, opened his fingers. "I'm sorry I didn't give it to you yesterday, but I hadn't opened my note then,"

Chloe stared at her engagement ring, shining in his palm. Cal looked sad for a moment, and then turned and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Jimmy," he said, nodding his head.

Sully had been watching the scene, his thoughts telling me of the hatred that was growing for Jimmy. Yet he held back, he controlled himself. His attention turned to Brent, JD and Ben, who seemed to be planning on waking Shane for a laugh. It was only when they spotted Sully's scowl, that they stopped.

"What?" said JD, smiling. "It was only a joke,"

"Just leave him be, if he wants to sleep, let him," replied Sully, before turning back to the fire.

I continued to move around, and I saw when Danny went to sit with Sully for a bit. He seemed to be trying to comfort him, but all he was getting was the cold shoulder. The more he tried to support him, the angrier Sully seemed to get. Danny sighed, then getting up, made to move away.

"That's it, walk away," said Sully, his voice a low growl. "I know what your thinking, Danny,"

Everyone went silent and the two Death Jumpers, who had just entered, paused in the doorway. Danny turned slowly back to Sully.

"What? What am I thinking then, Sully?" said Danny, he was forcing himself to stay calm.

"You think I'm gonna waste my life away, pining after some girl," he said, slowly. "Rebecca, wasn't just some girl,"

"I don't think that, I'm worried you won't move on," said Danny, carefully.

"It's been a day, you expect me to just go 'oh well' and act like she never existed!" he snapped, disgust in his voice.

Shane, who had been asleep, woke up and stared bleary eyed at the scene before him.

"No," said Danny, struggling not to shout. "I know it's hard, but she's gone,"

"So, I'm not the only one still mourning her," he argued, angrily. "Everyone in here, except you it seems, gives a damn about the girl who saved us all!"

"We all miss her, I do too," Danny retorted. "But, they're not the one who sat down here most of the night refusing to get any rest, they're not the ones persecuting themselves,"

"Shane was down here too," said Sully, indicating to Shane who nodded.

"Yeah, but he went and had some proper rest first," replied Danny, the anger rising in him. "Rebecca would be so disappointed with you,"

"Don't you dare, tell me what 'you' think she'd be feeling," snarled Sully, standing up and facing Danny. "You barely knew her at all!"

I hated it, I couldn't bare them fighting. Stop it, I was saying, stop it, stop it, stop it! Over and over, but they couldn't hear me.

"I knew her well enough, to know what she'd think," said Danny, snapping slightly.

"Did you now," said Sully, grabbing Danny's collar.

"Okay that's enough!" snapped Ryan, making for them.

Shane however got there first.

"Just cool it, back off," he said, looking at Danny, then turning to Sully added. "You too, back off,"

Sully was taking deep breaths through his nose, as he gave Shane a look, but he let go. He shoved Danny back as he did, and went back to sitting on the sofa. Danny looked at Shane and then at Sully, pain in his eyes. He then turned and left the room. He charged outside into the cool air. Danny stood for a few minutes in the car park, the fury he had tried to hide, pulsating from him. He was just worried about his friend, and Sully had turned on him. Maybe he'd pushed it a little far, and suddenly he wanted to turn back and apologise, but he just couldn't. He knew he wasn't completely in the wrong, so he just stood there.

I was watching him out the window, I was mad at Sully for being the way he had been with Danny. Okay, he'd lost me, but now was the worst time he could be pushing his best friend away. It was as I was thinking this, that something happened. My hold body pulsed, and I gasped. I looked around, but everything seemed fine. I was confused. Then it came again, another gut busting pulse, and my vision blurred. I was glancing around, everything was whirling and I could no longer hear people's thoughts, or even their voices. The pulse came a third time and this time pain came with it. I could hear sea birds and waves, and then came the rushing feeling.

Whumph!

I was shooting back through the wall, back away from the building. I saw Danny for a blink of an eye, before everything sped up. Like when they go to warp speed, using a warp drive in Star Trek. Back I went, away from Seattle, heading out to sea and then everything became a blur. Then it all went dark. Suddenly a feeling, hot like fire, rushed through me, then slight pain, before I took a gasping breath and forced my eyes open. I sat up, slowly, feeling the ground beneath me shift. I was on a beach, a pebble beach. There were waves lapping on the shore, and sea birds high above me. I was back on Harper's Island.

I glanced down at myself, noticing how the red lines and marks had now vanished from my body. It had seemingly healed it's self, and that's when everything made sense. Like a light coming on in the dark, I knew what had occurred. Sometimes, very rarely, on cases a Jumper will jump more people then their body can handle. The body is put under great stress, and even if they don't jump too many, doing a simple maneuver can be too much. So we have a mechanism, which repairs the body under extreme circumstances. This generally has to shut down the body to do so, which puts the Death Jumper in a sort of suspended animation, making them appear technically dead. The Status system we have, cannot accommodate for this, and so it simply classes it as an error. Until the body has repaired, there is nothing you can do to revive the person, so it is very easy to think they are dead when their not.

I got up carefully, testing my strength, but I seemed fine. I stepped over the log, and was about to begin to head up, when something caused me to stop. I was staring at a spot on the shore, where something, was missing. Then it clicked, Henry's body was gone. A chill ran down my spine, and I shook it off. The FBI must have taken it, I thought, but then why didn't they take my body. Maybe they hadn't seen me, but it was unlikely. No, I finally forced myself to think, the FBI had to have come and collected it. The uneasy feeling however, was now replaced by excitement and joy. I could see my Saves, I could hug them all and comfort them all. Plus, I got to see Ryan, who I had missed for ten years. With those thoughts in my head, I set off running.

I was sprinting through the trees, and how good it felt not to be doing it because I had to get to a Save. As I finally reached familiar territory, I slowed, as however excited I was, I wasn't about to run down the steep path to Harmon Beach. I strolled down it, memories floating back from when I had run up the path after my Wakefield encounter. Yet that was long ago and as I stepped on to the sandy beach, I headed for the spot I had hidden the little boat. Once I had dragged it out, down to the shore and finally got it on the water, I started it. It spluttered into life and off it went. I steered it round to the right, and what a sight for sore eyes. The Marlin sat there, in all her glory. I hoped that all the cats and Gigi were okay. I had left them food and water, but I would check once I was on.

Finally, as I stood ready to leave at the helm of The Marlin, I sighed and relaxed. It was over, finished, and I was ready to go home. I started her engine and raised her anchor. She purred and then as I asked, she slinked forward. As I cleared the bay, I upped her speed and as soon as she reached top whack for her first engine, I kicked in the second. The sooner I get there, the better I thought. Once out into the open water, I turned on the third engine, the waves weren't rough, so it didn't matter. I did take the chance to glance, one last time, back at Harper's Island. I knew even after everything, I would miss it. I kept glancing back occasionally until, like when I first laid eyes on it all those years ago, it was just a dark silhouette on the horizon.

Meanwhile, unbeknown to me, Danny had disappeared from the car park, and so Ryan and Jake were going frantic. If he was seen by press, police or even passers by, it could risk the case. After all, The Panel's crew were still working on changing evidence and such, so Danny was technically still dead.

"Where the hell could he have gone?" said Ryan, worry clearly present in his tone.

"He probably went to cool off," said Malcolm. "He did seem pretty upset, and he's usually the calm one,"

"Yeah, but where would he go?" asked Jake, searching the room for someone who would know.

"What does it matter?" growled Sully, his emotions still running high. "I'm quite happy he's not, in the same room with me any more,"

"You don't mean that," said Booth, slightly nervously.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, giving Booth a look.

Trish swung round now.

"Just shut up, Sully!" she snapped. "Of course you don't mean it, and you know you don't! Danny's been your best friend since he met you, and you care about him, just as much as he does you,"

Sully didn't have a reply for that, she now turned to Ryan.

"Danny would most likely go somewhere quiet, and so I'd guess he's headed for this end of the docks," she now suggested. "You know, where Abby and Jimmy came in,"

She was quite right. Danny was heading for the docks. He found the water lapping against the jetties, was calming. He strolled along them, constantly keeping an eye out for people, so he wouldn't get seen. He wondered aimlessly; which was why he ended up eventually further up near to the Anthony's Building. He glanced up at the building, before passing it and heading down the pier. He stood on the pier looking out to sea, and hoping he seemed inconspicuous. It was as he was stood there, he noticed to the left of him where two old men. They were sat on portable roll up stools, watching birds or boats, something like that. Danny wasn't sure, but he noted the books that sat on their laps and the binoculars they kept raising to their eyes. There was nothing unusual about them, but at one point, their conversation sparked his interest.

"Hey Bill, check out that two masted Brigantine, ain't she gorgeous," said one of the Men.

"Where Harry? Are you seeing phantom ships again?" said Bill, scouring the place with his binoculars. "Do you mean the ugly tug boat? Or maybe even that garbage barge?"

"No, just cause you are shortsighted, doesn't mean you can say I'm seeing things," snapped Harry, grumpily. "It's over there, in the direction of Harper's Island,"

"Whatever you say, Harry. I still don't see it," replied Bill, shaking his head "Just the name of that island, gives me the creeps,"

"Well, it's going to be abandoned. I mean whose gonna want to live their after all that, death?" said Harry, raising his binoculars again. "That ship is a beauty,"

"You sure, it's not a blob of something on your lenses?" scoffed Bill, giving Harry a look.

"No," snapped Harry, he then took Bill and pointed him in its direction. "Right there,"

There was a few minutes of silence, while Bill focused.

"Fine okay, but I would call that a Schooner not a Brigantine," said Bill, haughtily, he then paused and seemed to peer harder. "Hey Harry, you know you said Harper's Island was abandoned,"

"Yeah, well everyone left and no ones going back," replied Harry, slowly.

"Have the FBI finished their investigations?" queried Bill, still staring through his binoculars at something.

"Um, I think so, though they haven't released much info," answered Harry, now turning to Bill. "Why?"

"Cause there's something behind that Schooner, and from what I can see of it, its no ocean crossing vessel," explained Bill, carefully. "I'd say it was coming from Harper's Island,"

"That's impossible," exclaimed Harry, raising his Binoculars and searching out the said boat. "And yet, I see it too, it looks like a high class white speed boat,"

Danny found he was staring at the men. He now too, looked out squinting to try and see what they were talking about. It was then, he just about picked up a roaring noise carried on the sea breeze, which was ruffling his hair.

"Can you hear that, Harry?" asked Bill, turning his left ear to the wind and listening. "I think that boat has more then one engine,"

"How many, is it a new design?" said Harry, excitedly, now straining to hear the sound.

"I'd say at least three, maybe four," he replied, just as excited, reminding Danny of a small child at Christmas. "Won't the others be jealous,"

That was the moment, Danny forgot he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. He rushed over to the two men.

"Hi, I don't suppose you could lend me your binoculars," he said, as politely as he could. "I have always loved boats,"

"Um, okay kid, but you better give me them back," said Harry, slowly.

Danny grabbed them, and searched for what they had been talking about. He spotted the two masted ship, but he couldn't see the other boat. He was just about to give up, when the boat in question whipped round the stern of the masted ship, appearing in its full glory.

"Ah finally, there she is and it looks like a woman owns it," said Bill, sounding a bit derogatory.

"Well, I currently can't see, can I," grumbled Harry, giving Danny a glance.

"How can you tell?" asked Danny, trying to see the driver.

"Well, look how they drive," said Bill, with a chuckle.

Danny gave him a look, and Bill shrugged.

"The long hair and the clothing gives her away," said Bill, now.

"How can you…?" started Danny.

"More powerful binoculars," grinned Bill, now returning to look at the boat.

"Have you finished, or do you plan on depriving me from seeing the boat at all?" asked Harry, now, giving Danny a look with his arms folded.

"Um, yeah sorry, thanks," replied Danny, taking one last look and then giving Harry back his binoculars.

Danny moved away, glancing again out to sea. He then turned, the realization forming in his mind. He suddenly felt joy rush through him, and he set off running for The Black Swan.

I could now see Seattle, and the thrill it gave me was indescribable. I sped her up to top speed for all four engines, and found myself admiring a beautiful masted ship as I passed it. I was desperate to get there.

Danny finally reached The Black Swan, bursting though the entrance and causing the landlady to jump. He apologised, and then made for the Oaken Living Room. He entered, completely out of breath, to find everyone including both Death Jumpers in there. They all turned to him, but before Ryan could say anything, Danny forced words from his mouth.

"Sully," he gasped, trying to calm his breathing. "I'm sorry for ealier…"

"It's me, who should be sorry," interrupted Sully, slowly. "I was being a jerk,"

"Listen…you really mean that?" said Danny, giving him a look.

Sully nodded.

"Right, okay, anyway, you remember when you told me about how Rebecca saved you guys, when your boat ran out of gas?" continued Danny, still trying to get his breath back.

"Yeah," said Sully, looking confused.

Ryan looked like he wanted to speak, but he wanted to see where Danny was going with this.

"You said the boat roared, because it had more then one engine," explained Danny. "It was a big white speed boat, with more then one engine,"

"Yeah, The Marlin had four engines, she was one of a kind," started Shane, sitting up in his chair. "Amazing to sail,"

"What would you guys say, if I told you I have just seen a large white speed boat that roars, which two boat enthusiasts believed to have more then one engine," started Danny, slowly. "And it was coming from Harper's Island,"

There was silence in the room, everyone considering what Danny was implicating.

"The FBI was probably removing it," sighed Ryan, sadly.

"The FBI has finished their investigations, according to the news. The place is abandoned" replied Danny. "Plus, the driver was a woman,"

Still no one moved, Jake seemed to be lost in thought, until something clicked. He looked at Ryan, who also seemed to have realised something.

"It couldn't have…I mean, it's impossible," Ryan started, slowly.

"Not entirely, it was a difficult case," said Jake, as the two got up from the floor.

"It explains, everything," said Ryan, a grin now lighting up his face.

He made for the door, and paused next to Danny. He turned to the rest.

"Well, aren't you coming?" he queried, giving them a look.

They all looked at him as if he'd gone mad.

"You mean…" started Chloe, getting up slowly.

"Oh yes!" said Ryan, grinning his head off.

He ran now, as everyone got to their feet and went after him. Jimmy moved as quickly as he could, but it was still pretty slow. To their credit, a small group held back and walked with him, Shane, Nikki, Abby, Charlie, Kelly and surprisingly, Sully.

As I moored the boat, I glanced around, seeing if anyone was still watching me. As I had come in, there had been two old men who were eyeing The Marlin up as if she were made of gold. They now seemed to have hobbled off, and so I was seemingly alone. Once I was sure she was secure, I made my way along the docks and up onto the pier. I walked slowly along, finally pausing to take one last look out to sea. How I would miss being so close to it. I was just admiring the view, when the sound of fast approaching footsteps caught my attention. I turned to see, at the other end of the pier, stood a familiar blonde haired figure in a smart suit. I stared at him and as I did, a song started in my head. One of my favourite songs of all time, and it just seemed so perfect. He returned my look, before just running in my direction. Before I knew what was going on, Ryan had grabbed me into a tight hug and was gripping on to me for dear life.

"Hey, I'm alive, but if you squeeze me much harder, I won't be," I gasped, and he let go.

"We…I thought you were dead," he explained, looking me over.

"Well, I'm fine, it is so good to see you," I replied, smiling at him.

Behind came the other guy in a suit, and then further back, I could see a mass of people surging towards me. As Jake joined us, Ryan turned and introduced him to me.

"Rebecca, this is Jake Philips, my new partner," he said, as Jake came forwards to greet me.

"It's an honour to meet you, Ryan has told me lots about you," said Jake, shaking my hand.

"All good things I hope," I said, with a grin. "It's great to meet you too,"

He then stepped aside; to allow my Saves to greet me. First came Danny, Beth, Trish, Ben and Andy. All who hugged me, Trish and Andy being the main ones who clung tightly to me. Next came Lucy, Booth, Chloe, Cal and JD. I was surprised to get a hug of Booth, as he always seemed nervous, but it seemed that nothing could stop them all from greeting me. As more piled in, the rest were forced to move. Finally, as I was still greeting people and we were all smiling and laughing, Jimmy's little group were coming up to us. Seeing he was struggling, I instead made for him. Nikki and Kelly came up. Kelly just hugged me, Nikki hit me for scaring her and then just plain hugged me. Abby, now also approached.

"Thank you," she said, quietly.

I took her by the shoulders and smiled at her.

"Thank you," I replied, she looked at me. "For doing what I asked,"

She gave me a small smile back and I pulled her into a hug. She had to get out the way quick though, as Shane came over.

"You know, you're a complete idiot, I told you one day you were gonna get yourself killed!" he snapped, staring down at me. "I should knock your block off, for pulling such a stunt,"

"Did you have so little faith in me? I promised you, I would see you again," I said, calmly. "Am I not, standing in front of you?"

"Well, yeah, but…." He tried.

"To think that I thought so highly of you, Shane," I said, casually, giving him a look. "In fact, I would even go as far as I was actually proud of you,"

Shane just stood there staring at me, he was trying to find a comeback, but couldn't.

"Oh come here," I said, shaking my head and grinning.

He smiled back and grabbed me up into a hug, lifting me off my feet. I hugged him back tightly, and whispered in his ear.

"I meant what I said, I'm so proud of you, Shane," I whispered, softly.

He put me down and gave me a funny look, but then moved, so I could greet the last two. Jimmy just stood there, staring at me. He was slightly pale and seemed unsure. I came to him slowly, and he hung his head.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, sadly.

"What for?" I asked, coming closer.

"For everything I said, back…back in the shed," he said, slowly.

"Jimmy," I said, coming forward and raising his head, so I could look him in the eyes. "I already told you, twice, I forgave you the moment you said it. You're my best friend, and always will be,"

"But…wait…" he said, quietly looking at me.

I shushed him and smiled.

"Let it go," I said, softly.

Tears were flowing down his cheeks.

"I missed you," he whispered, smiling through his tears.

"I missed you too," I said, and minding his leg, I hugged him.

He dropped both his crutches, putting his trust in me to hold him up, and he did not know how much that meant to me. Shane picked them up and held them, while I hugged him.

"You know, even though I love Abby, I…" he whispered, in my ear.

"I know," I interjected. "I know,"

Shane now supported him, as I came to the one person I had missed the most. I couldn't understand, why he was hanging back behind Jimmy. I approached him slowly, every step closer, giving me chills.

"Hello, Sully," I said, quietly.

He looked at me, as if not quite believing I was there.

"Hi," he replied, finally.

"Why are you holding back?" I asked, behind me everyone was watching.

"Lets say, I didn't handle myself so well when I thought you were dead," he said, sadly, coming clean.

"I know," I said, calmly, he stared and I knew I was getting looks from behind too. "But, I'm sure Jimmy and the others forgave you. So did I,"

He was giving me a look, I knew he didn't understand how I knew.

"It's all water under the bridge," I said, smiling.

He smiled back, and it turned slowly into a grin. Yet he still didn't come forward.

"Is there some other reason, your not coming forward?" I said, watching him.

He continued to grin.

"Cause, I feel like, if I touch you, I might wake up and find this is a dream," he said, slowly.

"You know, I think that has to be the cheesiest line you've ever come out with," I said, a smile playing on my lips.

He laughed.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked, watching me.

"Well, um…yeah worst line ever," I said, grinning back at him.

The song was reaching it's climax, it had been playing through my head and was reaching the second to last chorus, as Sully approached. He paused looking at me.

"I love you, I loved you all along," I sang softly. "And I miss you, been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming, you'll be with me and you'll never go. Stop breathing, if I don't see you anymore,"

"Nickleback's Far Away?" said Sully, slowly, the song had been playing since I saw Ryan. "You and your singing,"

I grinned, and he shook his head.

"My other favourite song," I said laughing.

He rolled his eyes.

"I needed, I need to hear you say," I continued, to sing.

"I love you, I loved you all along," He sang, back. "And I forgive you, for being away for far too long. So keep breathing, cause I'm not leaving you any more. Believe me, hold on to me, never let me go,"

"Keep breathing, cause I'm not leaving you anymore. Believe me, hold on to me, never let me go," I sang, as we closed the gap between us.

He hugged me, lifting me off my feet and swinging me round. I could see the others were all grinning.

He put me down and looked at me.

"I love you," he said, cupping my face.

"I love you too," I grinned, and then he kissed me passionately.

It send shivers down my spine as we kissed, my senses running wild. He seemed to get as much pleasure as I did. We broke for air and I hugged him again.

With greetings over, we decided to go back to the hotel. I informed them I had to get stuff from the boat, and Ryan and Jake offer to help. Sully didn't want to go back, but I persuaded him too. However Jimmy I told to wait, I could see how tired it had made him coming all the way down here, so I offered him a lift back. He gave me a funny look, but accepted. Once we had all the stuff, I led the other three up the pier, to the Anthony's building car park. I pulled out of my pocket, two validated parking vouchers, which Jimmy stared at. He stared even more, when he spotted the two vehicles we were headed for. There, both parked perfectly, looking as if both had just come off the shop floor, was my mustang and my truck.

"How?" said Jimmy, looking stunned.

"The Panel's Crew," said Ryan, as he loaded some of the cat carriers into the back of the truck.

"Get in then," I said, with a grin holding the door for Jimmy.

"He nodded and climbed in the passenger seat of the mustang. Ryan and Jake took the truck. We drove back to The Black Swan, and parked it in the spacious car park. We all walked in and the lady gave me a smile, before saying everyone was in the Oaken Living Room. As I entered, I couldn't help but grin, as everyone gave me a cheer.

"Better late then never," grinned Malcolm, I shook my head.

"Well, I'm so glad to see you all well and happy," I started, cheerfully.

"And alive," added Uncle Marty.

There was another cheer from everybody.

"Yeah, that too, now before I get down to explanations, I have stuff for some people," I continued, rolling my eyes. "Cal, Chloe, I assume you got the ring?"

"Yep, Jimmy gave us it," nodded Cal, as Chloe flashed it at me.

"Right, so, I'll be right back," I said, as I turned and excited the room.

I headed back out the door and over to the truck.

"You need a hand?" called Ryan, as he came across the car park to join me.

"Yeah sure," I said, smiling.

"Jake's just taking a phone call, and then he'll be right out," said Ryan, as he grabbed a cat carrier.

"Okay, no probs," I said.

Jake finally joined us, though he seemed a little out of sorts. He however cheered up, and helped me bring stuff in.

"Okay," I started, now back in the Oaken Living Room. "First of all, Andy, here are all your cats back,"

He grinned, grabbing up the boxes and taking them over to his seat. He then proceeded to open one and pulled out Riley, the ginger tabby. I didn't want to know what the landlady would think, since she'd given us a rather odd look when I'd brought in the carriers, and an even worse one when I brought Gigi in.

"Okay, now although this isn't yours Cole, I still decided to get you it, as Mr Wellington sorta killed yours," I said, now giving him a cardboard box with holes in.

He opened it to find a brand new Alsatian puppy. He took it out of the box and sat with it, he seemed grateful and it made me happy.

"Ooh this feels like Christmas," commented Madison, she was sat on her father's lap.

"I suppose it does," I said, smiling. "Now, Lucy, I kept her safe, so here's Gigi back,"

I handed her the little dog, she smiled taking Gigi and cuddling the little dog. Nikki rolled her eyes and I grinned.

"Don't let either of those dogs near the cats, otherwise the landlady may just go a little mental," I said, looking from Cole to Lucy. "Now, I have something for Uncle Marty,",

"Ooh, I wonder what it could be," he said, grinning at everyone.

I pulled out a backpack and I saw Malcolm's smile run away from his face. Danny looked uneasily at the backpack too, while Sully seemed unsure. I handed it to Uncle Marty, who was giving me a strange look.

"All of it's there, and it would be nice if you'd do what you originally intended to do with it," I said, with a glance at Malcolm.

He looked in and chuckled. He then stood up, puffed out his chest, as if he was about to announce something, and strode over to Malcolm.

"Malcolm, m'boy, you make fantastic beer, as I'm sure everyone who tried it will agree," he started, speaking in a rather posh tone.

Malcolm was staring, unsure what was going on. Then with a glance at Thomas, Uncle Marty continued.

"So I've decided to invest in your venture, here is $250,000 dollars," he said, cheerfully.

"What…you mean, it was meant to be mine all along?" stammered Malcolm.

"Um, yeah," said Uncle Marty, unsure what Malcolm was on about.

"Yeah man, it's what…well it's what I was told," said Sully, with a nod.

"Th-thank you," stuttered Malcolm, tears coming to his eyes.

He then just stood up and literally hugged Uncle Marty, who looked slightly worried, but you could tell he loved it. He loved being the hero.

"Okay, well I have one more thing, I just have to go and get it," I said, smiling at the scene. "I'll be right back,"

I headed out the room and upstairs to my room. I opened the door, it was so long since I had been in here. I pulled, from under the bed, a cardboard box and carried it downstairs.

"Okay, so this is for Trish, well it's more for both Shea and Trish," I said, placing it down on the coffee table.

Trish gave me a look, before moving to the edge of her seat on the sofa to look at it. She noted the address panel read, The Candlewick Hotel, Harper's Island. Shea however just stared at the box, or more at the sticker that said 'Fragile'. She was sure she'd seen the box before.

"Well, open it," I said, still smiling, excitement flowing through me.

"Okay," said Trish, as she slowly broke the seal.

As she opened it, I saw her face change from confusion to a sad smile. She carefully took out one of the floral teacups, and looked at it.

"I'm amazed you found a replica set," said Shea, staring at the cup her sister held.

"It's very kind of you, it's just the other belonged to our mother," Trish said, slowly.

"I know, but that's not a replica," I said, my smile turning to a grin. "You see, I knew the original got smashed, just like I knew everything else. I knew how much it meant to you, so I swapped the original for a replica, before it even left for Harper's Island,"

"But how," said Shea, slowly. "I packed it myself,"

She turned to Richard, her look, one of confusion.

"Don't blame him, it was already in the post office. I went in the Saturday before, the Monday, you all set off for Harper's and exchanged it," I said, with a shrug. "I'm sneaky that way,"

Trish was crying now, she placed the cup back and, without saying a word, came and hugged me. I hugged her back. She finally broke it.

"Thank you," she said, with a sniff. "It means so much to me, to both of us, well all of us,"

"I know," I said, she smiled and went to sit back down. "Okay, so that's us done. I suppose you now, all want the explanation of the century,"

They all smiled.

"Only, if you want too," said Chloe, she was cuddled up to Cal.

"It's kinda customary, now ask questions all you like," I continued, slowly. "I'm an open book, so to speak,"

So I began to explain everything. I started off with the fact, that I was sure everyone had realised the second killer was Henry by now, and the reasons he had done what he had. They listened and accepted it, however hard it was to take in. I knew how much his betrayal affected them, some more then others. I then went on to how I had known about the events that had occurred. How I wasn't from this dimension, so to speak, I was from another. There, this entire event was a show known as Harper's Island. I had seen the show, and decided to change the fates of the characters, who I'd grown to love. With that came the question of, why I had chosen to save them. Why, I thought they were important. I told them that I knew they were worthy people, they didn't deserve to suffer and die for the reasons the killers had given. Their deaths had felt pointless, and the way Henry had described everyone as just being in the way, had sickened me. Then came the explanation as to how I had accomplished such a feat, but I didn't go into too much detail.

I also explained some of the mysteries they had not solved, such as Hunter was the guy in the boat, the boys had thought was a drug dealer. That Cousin Ben, had been under the Tarpunga when it started. That it, was Wakefield, Kelly had been seeing and even how Wakefield had survived the fall from the bluffs. I went through ever detail, they could possible want to know, and they questioned me occasionally. It then came to the case they all, even the other two Death Jumpers, wished to know, what had gone wrong with my return. So I told them, I even went as far as to say, I was sorta floating around like some ghost for a bit. They all gave me odd looks, but I then went to pointing out things like Sully and Jimmy's argument, their expressions at my playlist choices, and the fact Sully and Shane were down in the room at three am. Things I couldn't have known.

The last thing I now informed them of, was what was happening tomorrow morning. They would be taken back to their homes, or we would find them somewhere to stay, by a coach or two. I was gonna help them through stuff for a bit. They only had to ring me, and it could be for something as little as they had run out of milk, and I'd be right over.

When all the explanations where finished, it was around dinner time, and so we headed to the dining room where the staff had done a fabulous job of laying out a feast for us. I was even more happy, to see that everyone was eating. Sometimes on cases people got so stressed, or because of PTSD, they didn't eat or picked at their food. Everything was perfect, or at least it would have been, if it were not for the phone call that came through as the pudding plates were being removed. I excused myself, and headed out into the evening air to answer it. I had a feeling I knew who it was, and as their smooth voice came down the phone, I knew I wasn't gonna like what they were going to say.

"Evening, Rebecca," said the current Head of The Panel, Simon.

"Hi," I said, I was not amused.

"We're very pleased with your results on this case," he continued. "In fact, we were so impressed, that we have some potential cases in mind for you,"

"Right, okay," I said, slowly, not liking where they were going with this.

"Don't sound so ungrateful, most Jumpers would be honoured," he said, his tone disapproving.

Yeah right, I thought.

"I'm not, it's just I haven't finished this case, these people will need help through the recovery process," I explained, curtly. "So, I am still required here,"

"Unfortunately, that will have to wait, we require you to start your next case as soon as possible," he said, plainly.

"But, that's not how it's done," I argued, anger rising in me.

"Now, don't you get like that with me," he said, as if talking to a small child. "You can leave tomorrow morning at the latest, that's as much time as you can have. I think that's fair,"

"You expect me to leave my Saves to suffer?" I snapped, I wanted to punch him. "What if they need me,"

"I'm sorry…"he started.

"That's not good enough, I won't take the next case," I said, anger flowing through me.

"You have no choice in the matter," he said, trying to keep calm.

I paused trying to think of something.

"Okay, but I will only do it on the lines of if one of my Saves calls me, then I can drop everything to go help them," I said, knowing I couldn't win. "I would not be doing my job as a Death Jumper properly, if I didn't. In fact, I think it would break the code of conduct,"

There was another pause, only this time it was at his end. He was probably trying to check the code of conduct.

"Fine, but you must leave tomorrow morning and no later," he said, slowly.

"Yes sir, thank you,"

He hung up, but I still felt like I'd lost the battle rather then won it. I thought about all I'd done to get to this point, and now leaving tomorrow felt like I was leaving it unfinished. I slowly made my way back inside, to be greeted by Chloe, Beth and Lucy. I paused, giving them an unsure look, as they all had the same gleeful expression on their faces.,

"Um, yes?" I said, slowly.

"Well, we decided that since you've done so much for us, that we'd like to do something for you," said Chloe, smiling.

"Yeah, so, we'd like you to come see something upstairs," said Beth, grinning equally as much.

"Well, I just need to find Ryan, so I'll be back in a minute," I said, shaking my head and heading for the Oaken Living Room.

They however quickly rushed to stop me.

"No, you should really come and see this first," said Lucy, taking me by the arm.

"Yep, you'll really like it," added Chloe, taking my other arm.

They then proceeded to escort me upstairs. As I was led away, I spotted Jake in a corner of the lobby taking a call; he was talking too quietly to hear. The truth is, I wasn't really in the mood for whatever they were trying to pull, but in the end I rolled with it. They led me to Trish's room, number 210, and in we went. Trish and Shea were in there waiting, and it slowly sank in. They were planning to do some sort of makeover. I gave them a look and rolled my eyes.

"Now, we're not saying anything bad about how you currently look," said Trish, slowly.

"But, you could look a little less…" started Shea, seemingly not knowing what to say.

"Like you been dragged through a hedge backwards, and then rolled in the mud," said Lucy, plainly.

"Then run a marathon," added Beth, grinning.

"Ok, so, I currently look like hell," I said, shaking my head.

"So, you can have a shower, Chloe will do your hair, Beth and I will sort your makeup," explained Trish, indicating to people as she spoke.

"And Lucy and Shea?" I asked, glancing at them.

"They have a surprise for you too," continued Trish, happily. "But, you'll see after,"

So I went for my shower, which felt good. Once I was out and in one of those bath robes, Chloe set to work on my hair, styling it, drying and straightening it.

"Now, we'll do your make up, after the next thing," said Trish, turning to Shea and Lucy. "Right guys, take it away,"

Shea opened the wardrobe and Lucy now took something out.

"We got this for you, we thought that you would like something that you couldn't usually afford," explained Shea, slowly. "Not that you haven't made much money, it's just this is probably an extravagance,"

I gave her a smile, I knew what she meant, even if she didn't explain it too well. She held a beautiful dress, it was a deep midnight blue. I stood and stared.

"But how?" I asked, still shocked.

"Well, we worked out that you were about the same as Trish" explained Beth, with a smile.

"And as Shea was technically not dead, she went and got it on the Wednesday," added Trish, coming over to me. "So, try it on then,"

I grinned and took the dress from Shea. I went into the bathroom and changed into it. It fitted perfectly and I admired the look in the mirror, so I showed them. They grinned, giggled and oohed, then immediately sat me down and covered me in a towel. Trish and Beth then worked on my makeup, and once they were finished, they all stood back to admire their handy work.

"You look even more stunning then usual," said Chloe, with a grin.

"Thanks guys, but I still don't see why I have to be so dressed up," I said, looking at them all still in jeans and such.

"Oh, we just thought it would be nice to dress up for our last night all together," said Shea, going back to the wardrobe.

She returned with a nice pair of heels, and placed them down in front of me.

"So, we're all going to go change and we'll see you down their," said Lucy, now, turning and heading for the door.

"What? You want me to go down their on my own?" I said, feeling awkward.

"No, if you give me about twenty-five minutes, we can go down together," said Trish, heading for the bathroom.

So roughly twenty-five minutes later, we both headed downstairs. Trish headed for the Oaken Living Room and I followed. However, when I entered the corridor, I assumed she gone in, cause she wasn't waiting for me. I grew suspicious, as I came to the door and the room was dark. I entered slowly, unsure what to expect.

"Guys?" I questioned, my senses telling me they were all in there.

"SURPRISE!" roared everyone, as the lights flicked on to reveal them all.

They had seemingly planned a surprise party, I assumed it had been originally planned for when I should have come back on the Wednesday.

"Well, I never would have guessed," I said, sarcasm in my tone.

They all laughed.

"This is a very small thank you, for everything you've done," said Thomas, indicating to the food and drink. "It's not as if there is actually, anyway we can repay you,"

"But, we will be forever grateful," added Richard, with a glance at Shea.

"So, let's get this party going," called Malcolm, as music started from somewhere.

I was so happy, I couldn't believe that these lovely people were my Saves. I was grinning, as I watched them set on eating some of the food, even though they'd all just had dinner. I watched Chloe and Cal dancing. Malcolm, Beth, Booth, Kelly and JD all laughing at something Mal was telling them. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, even Abby and Jimmy looked happier then before. I was glancing around looking for a particular someone, and finally my eyes found him. However he was currently engaged in a conversation with Jake. I watched, unsure what was been said between them. Whatever it was, neither looked happy to be discussing it. Yet I was distracted by Ryan, who chose that moment to come up to me.

"So, what do you think? Are you impressed?" he asked, indicating to the room. "I mean, you look stunning,"

"Mmm, thank you. I'm amazed they managed to organise this at such short notice," I replied, still watching Sully and Jake.

Ryan followed my gaze.

"You've found a good one there, he's definitely a keeper," he said, with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes, but found he was now giving me a serious look.

"You really think that?" I said, slowly.

"Yes, don't you?" he replied, watching me.

"I love him, I'm just unsure whether he could handle changing dimensions," I explained, looking at him. "I think it would be a step to far, I don't think he could take it,"

"Well, give him time, you haven't even suggested it to him yet," said Ryan, shaking his head at me.

"I don't have any time," I said, quietly.

"What? What do you mean?" he said, staring at me.

"I got a call from The Panel. They want me on another case, right away," I whispered, making sure the others wouldn't hear.

"But you can't just leave, you haven't finished," he whispered, back.

"I know, but I have until tomorrow morning or I fear The Panel will do something drastic," I replied, carefully.

"They can't do that to you," argued Ryan, pulling me aside.

"Well they can and they have," I explained, as frustrated as he was. "I did however, make a deal that if my Saves ring me, then I can drop everything to be there,"

"Well then, you better make sure they ring, cause these guys are gonna need a lot of help, I feel," said Ryan, with a glance to the others. "I mean…"

At that point our conversation was put on hold, as Sully appeared at my side.

"Hey, not interrupting something am I?" he asked, looking between the two of us.

"No, not at all," said Ryan, with a smile. "I was just about to go get something from the buffet,"

He then placed a hand on Sully's shoulder and pulled him in close.

"She's all yours," he whispered, giving him a wink.

"So Mr Sullivan, what can I do for you?" I asked, feigning a serious look.

"Well, beautiful lady, I was wondering if you'd do me the honour of a dance?" he asked, courteously, but I knew he was just playing along.

"Why not," I replied, taking him by the arm and leading him further into the room.

We danced to music for quite a while, we were laughing and just enjoying everyone's company. It then came the time, where we started the karaoke part and everything went from fun, to absolutely crazy. Yet everyone joined in, even Thomas who I must say has a pretty good singing voice. When it came to me, I was forcibly dragged onto stage.

"Do I have too?" I moaned, glancing around at them.

"Are you telling me, that you don't want to sing?" called Jimmy, from his seat.

"Yeah, cause we could never get you to stop when you cleaned your boat in the marina," said Shane, with an eyebrow raised.

"I agree," laughed Sully, with a nod to Shane.

"Plus, you were always up for the karaoke nights at The Cannery," pointed out Kelly.

"Yep, you always got everyone to participate," added Nikki.

"So, it's only fair if you do it now," said Abby, seriously, glancing around the room.

They were nodding, laughing and grinning, and who was I to disappoint them.

"Fine," I said, as a grin spread across my face.

So I sang, I started off with Long Way Round by Eagle-Eye Cherry ft. Neneh Cherry, then on to Far Away by Nickleback. Followed by, I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis, which I sang in a duet with Sully, much to Booth's, Malcolm's and Danny's amusement. Then Save Tonight by Eagle-Eye Cherry, Don't Stop Believin' by Journey and finally Piano Man by Billy Joel. Everyone joined in the last one, we all sang together and I felt true warmth, like the Christmas feeling, rush though me. I was so happy and everyone else seemed to be. Yet the evening was drawing on, and people were starting to tire. I found myself crouched next to Jimmy, chatting quietly to him. He was sleepy, but was making an effort to talk to me, something told me he still felt a bit bad. It was as his head started to nod for the third time, that I decided it was time for bed. I stood up.

"Hi, Everyone!" I called, raising my voice over the din.

"Quiet!" yelled Ryan, loudly, Jimmy jolted awake.

Everyone quietened down and turned to me.

"Okay, so thank you all for such a wonderful evening, now I think that you all should go get some rest," I announced, looking at them all. "I know most of you are tired, so no excuses,"

They all laughed and smiled.

"I don't know what's so funny," I said, giving them a confused look.

"It's just good to have you back," said Shane, with a knowing look.

"Right off you go then," I said, shaking my head.

People slowly filed out the room. I watched them go, so happy to be amongst them. I now started to clear up and was heading to turn off the music player, when I sensed someone still waited in the room. I turned to find Sully, lent against the door frame watching me.

"Um what happened to 'go to bed'?" I asked, trying to keep a serious look.

"Well, I was thinking…maybe…" he started, seeming a little unsure.

"Are you trying to insinuate, you want to sleep with me tonight?" I said, slowly watching him. "Or something a little more?"

He smiled.

"You'll just have to wait and see," he said, giving me a look.

I shook my head and turned off the player. We then headed upstairs and I could feel the excitement rise within me. I opened my door and he followed me in. I could tell though he was tired, and I relaxed myself and got ready for bed. He flopped down on the bed, while I headed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and such, admiring my now none damaged skin, and headed back into the room. The site that lay before me made me smile. Sully was curled up under the covers, fast asleep. I sighed. He looked adorable lying there, and I quietly got in and turned out the light. Memories of the time after the bachelor party flooded back, as I cuddled up to him. This time, even though it felt better as the case was over, there still lingered in my mind the fact I had to leave tomorrow.

When I woke in the morning, I found once again Sully had managed to get his arm round my waist. I found it comforting just to know he was there, to feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I just lay there wanting this moment to last, but I knew it wouldn't. We all had to be out by twelve anyway. I must have dosed off for a bit, because when I woke again I found the cloak now read eight rather then seven. Plus, I got the feeling I was being watched and when I slowly rolled over, I found a pair of loving blue eyes.

"Hey there," he said, his eyes running over my features.

"Morning," I replied, never taking my eyes from his.

He lent forward and kissed me. It didn't stop there, he kept kissing me and I him, rolling me onto my back. His breathing rate started to increase, as his feelings started to take hold. His fingers tickled over my skin, and it felt so good, but I pushed him off.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, he looked confused.

I swung my legs out the bed, and turned my back on him.

"Now is not the right time, there's something I have to tell you," I said, slowly, knowing he had to know this before he gave himself to me.

"Okay, it's not something to do with the case is it?" he started, slowly. "There's not some stupid rule that prevents…"

"What? No, it's not that," I said, shaking my head and turning to look him in the eye. "I'm leaving this morning, and I don't know when I'm coming back,"

He stared, then his confusion turned into a grin and he laughed.

"Good one, you almost had me for a moment then," he said, shaking his head.

"It's not a joke," I said, seriously, never taking my eyes from his. "I have another case and I'm needed on it. I can't stay, but if you guys need me, then all you have to do is call,"

The smile had melted from his face, he was staring, and he slowly got out of the bed.

"Why?" he questioned, something in his voice. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not, please, the only way I could get around having to leave, was to make the deal if you call, I can drop everything and come," I said, slowly moving towards him. "But you have to call, do you understand?"

"Yes…call you…but this isn't funny," he said, slowly, something told me he wasn't taking it in. "I need you to stay now,"

"I'm sorry, Sully, please don't be angry," I said, trying to stay calm.

"I'm not angry, I don't understand," he said, looking at the floor. "Why you play me like this, and then do this,"

"Sully," I cried, closing the gap between us. "Look at me, please"

He raised his eyes to mine.

"I love you and I promise I will come back, if you call, just call me," I said, sadly.

"Do the others know?" he asked, now never breaking eye contact.

"No, I was going to tell them this morning," I answered, carefully.

He moved away to the window.

"This stinks," he muttered.

"I know, I'm sorry," I said, quietly.

He turned to look at me, something in his eyes, like he knew something I didn't.

"I'll see you down there," he said, and he headed for the door, leaving me standing there.

Once I was ready, packed and dressed, I headed down for breakfast. I sat down at a table, and the waiter brought me both tea and coffee. I asked for tea, then ordered what cooked breakfast I wanted. I sat there sipping my tea, as more people slowly appeared. Cal came and sat down at my table, he gave me a smile and promptly noticed I didn't seem that cheerful.

"What's up?" he asked, casually.

"The ceiling," I replied, sarcastically.

He gave me a look.

"Fine, just sad to be leaving, I suppose," I said, plainly.

He assumed I meant them all going my separate ways, as unless Sully had said something, he knew nothing of my leaving.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant. Most of the early people down, sat at my table, so the late ones didn't get to sit with me. Sully however, seemed to go sit at another table anyway. Danny shrugged at me, but I knew he was still cooling off. I finally excused myself, and went to get my stuff. Unlike some of the others, who had already piled their stuff in the lobby, I took my straight out to the mustang.

At about eleven, everyone was pretty much ready and they all took their stuff out into the car park. I was sat on the edge of my truck bed, and once they had put their stuff down, they gathered round me.

"Right, well, the transport should be here very soon and you will all be taken back to your homes," I started.

There were some cheers from some of the group.

"What about those who don't have homes?" asked Brent, moving forward slightly.

"Well, we will likely put you up in other hotels or maybe, if you ask nicely, some of the others may let you stay with them until we find you a home," I said, glancing at a few people in particular.

"So what about you?" asked JD, his blue eyes fixed on mine. "Will you just sort of show up? Or do we have to do something?"

I could see Sully watching me from his place near the back of the crowd, I knew what he was thinking.

"You call her," answered Ryan, seeing my expression. "Just use the phones she gave you and dial her number,"

"It can be for anything, even as small as you've run out of milk," I said, it got a few laughs. "But 'you' have to 'call' me. I'm not psychic, I will not just magically appear. Everyone understand? What must you do?"

"Call you," came the reply.

"Or just call Sully's" called Danny, with a smirk in Sully's direction.

He didn't return it.

"Um, well, actually…" I started, but at that point the two coaches pulled in.

Everyone whooped and began to head for the coaches. Yet a few people stared, when Sully chucked his bags in one of the coach's holds.

"Aren't you going with Rebecca?" asked Malcolm, approaching Sully.

He shook his head and turned away from Mal.

"Hey man, are you alright?" continued Mal, grabbing Sully by the shoulders.

Sully looked at him sadly, and Mal now swung round to look in my direction. He wasn't the only one. Jimmy, Shane, Nikki, Abby, Andy, Trish, Kelly and JD were all staring at me, just stood there watching them. Jimmy hobbled over.

"Aren't you coming to say goodbye?" he asked, watching me.

"No, I have to leave now," I said, slowly.

"What do you mean, leave?" asked Jimmy, looking me in the eye.

"I have another case, I have no choice, I have to go," I said, sadly tears coming to my eyes. "That's why Sully isn't coming with me,"

"But, I thought you hadn't finished, you can't leave unfinished," he argued, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Plus, you definitely can't leave without saying goodbye,"

He manoeuvred himself to give me a hug, and then turned to the rest.

"Guys, we are going to see Rebecca off before we leave, are you coming?" he called, I stared at him. "Come on then,"

I was then escorted, all the way back down to the docks. Ryan carried my bags. We passed the Anthony's building, and moved back onto the pier. We finally came to a stop at the spot, where only yesterday I had greeted them all.

"Well here we are, we've come to the end now, it seems," said Jimmy, his arm round my shoulder. "God, I'm gonna miss you,"

He hugged me then tightly, I hugged him back. I still believed, as I always had done, that I was so lucky to have him as a friend. More people now came to hug me goodbye. Most had few or no words for me. Shane almost crushed my ribcage.

"Don't you go getting yourself into any trouble," he said, looking at me sternly. "Cause I'll be damned, if I'm gonna come and get you out of it,"

I smiled and hit him playfully.

"I'll miss you too, Shane," I said, with a laugh.

Finally, it came to the goodbye I had been dreading the most. The one I surely believed, would break my heart. Sully stood before me and I still expected to see the, almost betrayal, hurt look, that I had seen this morning in his eyes, but it was gone. As he looked at me and I looked more at his chest, he seemed to sense my worry. He raised my chin, so I had to look him in the eyes and all I saw there was love. Then he kissed me passionately, and I went for it with all I had left. We broke and dived in once more, it felt like his touch warmed my very soul. When we broke the second time, I just hugged him. We stood like that for what felt like hours, but then we broke and he looked at me.

"I will miss you like hell," he said, slowly, his voice full of emotion.

"Me too, I love you so much," I said, quietly.

"I love you too," he replied.

We hugged once more, before I pulled away and headed for The Marlin. I untied the ropes and got her ready. As I started the engine, I felt the pain of loss, and I slowly steered her out of the harbour. Everyone stood watching, as I turned her right and started to speed her up. I kicked in each engine, upon reaching the top speed of the previous. When I reached the third, I swung her back round to the right and shot past them. I kicked in the fourth, and then leaving all four engines on, I slowed, turned and came to a stop about ten metres to their left. I then checked everything, as I needed to ensure all was secured. Then with one final glance towards them, I floored it. The Marlin sprung forward, racing up to her top speed, I passed my Saves and Intra Jumped both me and The Marlin. I vanished in the blink on an eye.

I reappeared in the Atlantic Ocean. I could see the coast of Britain, just off to my left. I was back in my own dimension, the sun was shining and a fresh sea breeze ruffled my hair. It was a beautiful day, I sighed; my new case would start very soon. But for now, as I sailed The Marlin towards the coast, I was free to enjoy the moment and dream about the day, I would return again, to the Harper's dimension.

The End

Epilogue

As her Saves had watched her speed past them to their left, someone else was watching too. Two men were sat outside, on the balcony of Anthony's Pier 66, which was a seafood restaurant. Yet however, they had yet to order anything. They were staring intently, between the group of people and Rebecca in The Marlin.

"So are we gonna just let her win?" asked the younger of the two men.

"For now," answered the older man.

"But, why, we could just follow them, get rid of them," started the younger man. "One by one,"

"Don't be a fool, it is much easier to do it when they are all together," snapped the older man. "Besides our new associates' say that the girl would just save them again, if we did what you suggest,"

"I can't believe it was her, she seemed so innocent, so normal," said the younger man, slowly, but then a smile came to his face. "Then again, so did I,"

They chuckled and they both watched, as Rebecca came to a standstill.

"What do you think she's doing?" queried the younger man.

"She's preparing to Intra Jump," said a voice, behind the two, causing both men to jump a little.

They turned to find, they had been joined by a man and a woman.

"Ah, there you are," said the older man. "These are the people who are going to help us, they are like her, but their on our side,"

"Like Rebecca?" said the younger man. "So why are you helping us,"

"Well, some of our kind, help people like you," said the man, the woman still watched The Marlin. "You should see this,"

He indicated to The Marlin, as it sped up. They all watched as it flashed past the crowd, and vanished before them.

"Impossible," gasped the young man.

"Interesting," responded the older man.

"Okay, so, what are we going to do?" asked the younger man, a sort of excitement in his eyes.

"You see the sickly sweet couple down there?" said the older man, as if he had a bad taste in his mouth.

"Abby and Jimmy?" spat the younger man.

"No, the blonde couple," said the older man, coolly, giving the younger one a look.

"Oh, Cal and Chloe," said the younger man, more calmly.

"Well, they will get married sometime soon, I'm sure of it," explained the older man. "And when they do, it will give us the opportunity to sort out the unfortunate change to our original plan,"

"But, how will we know when they plan to have it, or where?" said the younger man, giving a confused look. "What if they just decide to get married in a registry office, then what will we do?"

"Patience, as I said we have our new friends to help us," said the older man, calmly, a cruel smile on his face. "Care to explain?"

"Well, we will infiltrate two members of that group down there and become them. We will then help, so to speak, them organise their wedding to our advantage," explained the man.

"Won't they, be a bit suspicious?" asked the younger man.

"Were they suspicious of you?" questioned the older man.

"Well, no," replied the younger man.

"There you go then," continued the older man. "Once these two are in, we will get them all exactly where we want them, roughly, and then they're ours,"

"The two you take, will you kill them?" asked the younger man.

"No," said the woman, speaking for the first time. "They need to be alive for the technique to work, but you can kill them when they've served their purpose, if you want,"

"And what's to stop, Rebecca from saving them all again?" continued the younger man.

"This time, it will be something that's never been covered. She'd most likely be a guest, she'd only have half power, as it wouldn't be a case, and so, she'd be flying blind," explained the man. "So to speak,"

"So, could you kill her?" questioned the older man.

"Well, yes, I suppose if we kill her early, then she can't do much damage," said the man.

The woman seemed uneasy, she turned and moved away. The older man watched her with his cold hard eyes, that seemed to twinkle with malice.

"Excuse me, for one second, sir," said the man, turning and heading over to the woman.

"Sister, is there a problem?" he whispered, to her.

"I don't think we should be messing with Rebecca's cases, she ain't no push over," replied the woman, quietly. "She's one of the best,"

"I can beat her, she's all hype and talk," sneered the man.

"You wouldn't have said that a year ago," she whispered. "You respected her once,"

"Look, let's just go along with this, imagine how we will be respected when we beat her," he said, pride tinged his tone.

"If, brother, if we beat her," said the woman, sadly. "Just remember, it's not worth our lives,"

"I'll protect you, Sister. Rebecca won't harm you," he said, softly.

"It's not her I fear," she said, with a glance at the two men, the older one in particular. "It's him,"

"Just keep your cool, everything will be fine," he reassured her.

"I hope your right," she whispered. "I really hope your right,"

They made their way back to the two men, who were watching the crowd start to leave.

"No problem is there?" said the older man, his voice deadly calm.

"No sir, we will get started right away," replied the man, with a glance at the woman.

"Very good," nodded the older man.

The two left, disappearing off through the restaurant. The two men still sat and watched. The younger, watching the dark hair girl help the dark haired man, steady himself on crutches, the older, just watching the blonde couple. They were his key, to getting back at that girl for everything. He slowly rose from his seat, and turned to the younger man.

"Time to go, we need to prepare," said the older man, glancing at the younger one.

The younger one gave him a look.

"Prepare?" he questioned.

"The ball is already rolling, Son," said the older one, with a smile. "You need to stay in practice,"

The younger one now cottoned on, to what the older one was talking about. He nodded and rose to his feet.

"This time there will be no changes, this time it will all run smoothly," said the older man, looking down on the departing group.

"This time, Dad," added the younger one. "Everyone, will die,"

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