Last chapter is up (finally). Sorry for people who are following (if they are any of you). I wasn't sure if I wanted to post the finale but thought might as well... Thanks to all who shared an interest in my first fanfiction!

FRANK

After the talk with Joe, I was feeling numb. I left Joe's hospital room to get some air. My parents stayed to keep Joe company, but I needed to get out of there. My mind was spinning with this new information. How had our parents gone so many years without telling Joe and I such an important detail. It just didn't seem right. After I had a few minutes to calm down, I headed back to Joe's hospital room. My parents were in deep conversation and it looked like Joe had fallen asleep.

"Frank? Are you okay?" My mom whispered to me with a nervous expression.

"I'm fine Mom." I hissed back, "I'll stay with him. You guys can come back later."

"Frank, I don't.." My dad started to say.

"He's been through so much in the past couple days. Joe needs time to let this all sink in. Maybe it wouldn't be the best thing for him to wake up to you." There, I had said it.

"Is that what you think?" My dad questioned.

"I don't know Dad, my head is just spinning."

"Come on Fenton. Let's go have lunch, Frank hunny, we will bring you something back." My mom looked at me with sad eyes.

"That'd be lovely Mom." I gave them both a hug and they left the room together.

"Brrrinngg, brrring" My phone was ringing. It was Vanessa calling me. I quietly slipped out of the room to answer.

"Hey Frank. How's Joe doing?"

"He's doing okay" I replied, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Can we come see him?"

"Maybe in a little bit, he's sleeping right now."

"How's he really doing? Don't lie to me."

"Joe's fine, a little banged up, but he'll get through it."

"Of course he will, text me when he's ready for visitors?"

"Yes, I'll keep you updated as well. Any word on Tom? I asked.

"Tom? Who's Tom?"

"That's Joe's imposter, his name is Tom."

"No, I'm sorry Frank". We said our goodbyes and hung up.

"Are you talking about me Franklin?" A voice came from Joe's room. I spun around to be face to face with Joe. Only it wasn't Joe, Joe was laying in his hospital bed.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" The lookalike demanded, he waved a gun in the air, "Get inside Joe's room now."

My heart was pounding as I quickly went into Joe's room. He looked at me with big scared eyes. I inched my way over to him.

"Frank… what is he doing here?" Joe whispered to me.

"Joe, would you just shut up!" Tom yelled at my brother, swinging his gun in our direction, "To answer your question, I shot both of the officers watching Joe's room when Frank was on the phone. Their bodies are in the closet. You didn't hear the gunshot because I have a silencer, which is an awesome gun. Now, Frank, move over there!" He pointed to the wall opposite of Joe's bed.

"Tom, please. Just leave us alone. It's not my brother.." I was cut off with a look from Tom.

"Now, now Frankie. Let me do the talking." I nodded in response, glancing over at Joe who was breathing very heavily, "I'm going to take Joe with me, I'm not finished with him yet."

"No! You can't!" I cried, "Tom, come on. Joe's in no position to leave the hospital. He has a broken leg!"

"Frank, you don't know when to stop talking, do you?" He stared me down with a scary look in his eyes. In a single movement, the gun pointed right at me and I fell to the ground in terrible pain. I moved my head to the right and there was blood gushing out of my shoulder.

"Frank!" Joe yelled, trying to get to me.

"You.. you shot me!" I spoke, voice just barely a whisper.

"I can't have you following us." Tom moved closer to Joe, pulling out a syringe that was filled with liquid.

"Please.. Don't" Joe begged with his evil twin. Tom just smiled and plunged the needle in Joe's arm. Within seconds, my brother was unconscious. I tried to get up to fight Tom but my legs were not cooperating.

"Let's talk about this, it doesn't need to go down like this" I tried to reason with this psycho, my breathes coming in short gasps, either from the pain of the gunshot or seeing Joe laying unconscious. Tom didn't say anything as he walked towards me, filling up the same syringe he used on Joe.

"Now, I was just going to leave you but damn, you are so annoying" He stabbed the needle in my left arm and smiled. Instantly, the drugs kicked in and I felt myself fading. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Tom wheeling my little brother out of the room…

FENTON

Laura and I went down to the cafeteria, both lost in our own thoughts. Why did we wait so long to tell Joe about him being adoption… It wasn't like we were hiding it or anything.

"Fenton, what are we going to do?" Laura asked quietly.

"I don't know Laura, I don't know…" We sat in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought, not one of us touching our food.

"I'm going to go back up and talk to the boys. I have to say something" Laura spoke up.

"I'll come up with you too" We got up and threw our uneaten food in the garbage. Taking the elevator up to Joe's floor, we didn't speak a word to each other. I kept glancing over to my wife, but she wouldn't look me in the eyes. The elevator doors opened with a ding. We walked in silence to the room Joe was staying in. The door was closed. I pushed it open and gasped in shock. Frank was laying against a wall across the room, blood coming from his shoulder. His eyes were closed. I looked quickly to the hospital bed, Joe wasn't in it. My eyes searched the room for my younger son, but I didn't see him.

"Frank!" Laura cried from the entrance of the room.

"Laura, go get a nurse!" I yelled to her, running to Frank and putting some pressure on his wound.

"Frank, Frank" I said softly to my son, willing him to wake up. His eyes remained closed. My heart started beating fast, as questions filled my head. What had happened in here and where was Joe!?...

Guess there has to be a sequel...

Stay tuned!