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My Only Love Part 5



Note: This is the next day.



Pilar had been up since 7:30. No one else was home. It was now 8 am. She couldn't sleep, so she was doing laundry. It had been 4 days since she found out her husband was murdered, 2 days since his funeral. She wasn't taking it easily. She was acting like she had 20 years ago, when her husband disappeared. Except back then, she thought there was at least a glimmer of hope that he would be coming back; now, since she knew he was murdered, no chance.

Just then she heard a voice, a deep male voice. "Pilar."

She looked up, but she was facing the other way so she didn't see him. She thought she was just hearing things, so she went back to folding the laundry.

"Pilar," the voice said again. This time she turned around, and gasped when she saw who it was. It was Martin. He walked over to her and she dropped the laundry she had in her hand. They kissed before she could do anything else, a long passionate kiss.



It was 8:50 when Ethan and Theresa got home. They heard the shower running. "Mama?" Theresa called out.

"I'm in the shower," she yelled back.

Theresa stood there with a weird look on her face. She could have sworn her mother said "we". But since she figured her mother couldn't be in the shower with someone else, she forgot about it.

Luis and Sheridan got home at 9. Pilar came downstairs then. "There's something you should know," she said.

"What?" Luis asked.

"Remember the other day when Miguel told me and Theresa to please not have a heart attack and die from this surprise, well you have to promise me that alright?"

"Okay, what is it?" he asked again. Just then Martin came downstairs. Everybody gasped when they saw him. "Papa?" Luis said.

"Yep, it's me."

"I can't believe it," Luis said, embracing his father for the first time in 20 years. "You're alive."

"Well," he didn't know how to say this without making everyone sad again. Pilar already knew. "I'm only alive until 9:03 tomorrow morning."

"Oh," Luis said, disappointment showing on his face. But he wasn't going to let that ruin the 24 hours and 3 minutes they had together. "Well at least you're here now." He brightened up again. "How come 9:03?"

"I didn't want you to hate 9 am every single day for the rest of your lives. So I chose a weird number. And it's an extra 3 minutes with you."

"I'm glad." They hugged again.

Martin walked over to Theresa, who was ready to cry. "Theresa," he said, holding her hands. "You were just a little girl when," he decided not to say 'when I died', "now look at the beautiful young woman you've become." That did it for Theresa, she started crying as her father hugged her.

"I'm calling Miguel," Luis said, picking up the phone and dialing the Bennetts'. "Miguel come back home now." He paused. "No nothing's wrong. Just come home now." He hung up.

Martin walked over to Sheridan. "It's nice to see you again," he said, both of them laughing. He walked over to Ethan.

Before he could say anything, Ethan spoke. "I'm so sorry what Alistair did you, Mr. Fitzgerald."

Martin just smiled at him. "It's not your fault. And call me Martin."

"Okay." Ethan smiled.

They went on talking for several minutes until Miguel got there. He ran inside. "What is it?" he yelled as he entered the living room. Then he saw his father. He stopped and stared at him in shock, he couldn't move.

Martin got up and walked to his son, the son who was just a toddler when he died. "Hello, Miguel," he said, hugging him. Miguel hugged him back. "I love you, son," Martin said.

Charity walked in then, locking the door in back of her. She entered the living room and saw Martin. She gasped, and then smiled for Miguel and his family. Martin looked up at her. "Great seeing you again," Charity said.

"You too," he replied.

The rest of the Bennett family had arrived with Miguel. They knocked on the door and Charity left the living room to meet them. "You guys are not going to believe what's happening," Charity said when she opened the door.

"What is it?" Sam asked. They followed Charity into the living room, and saw Martin Fitzgerald.

"Oh my gosh," Grace said.

"Hank, it's nice to see you again," Martin said, getting up to shake his hand.

"Uh, yeah," Hank said, still surprised to see Martin again.

They talked for a couple of hours when Sam decided to call TC.

"Hey, TC," he said when TC picked up the phone. "Come over to Pilar's, bring your video camera."

A few minutes later, the Russells' arrived. "You're not going to believe this," Jessica said, answering the door for them.

"What?" Chad asked.

"Well, let's see, it's noon now, so for the next 21 hours and 3 minutes, Martin Fitzgerald's alive."

"What?!" TC almost yelled as he and his family entered the living room. Sure enough, Martin Fitzgerald was there. They looked at him in shock.

"Hello," Martin said.

After a few seconds of being introduced to Martin, TC set up the video camera and started recording. Since this was the last time the Lopez-Fitzgeralds' would ever be with Martin, they wanted to record every minute of it.

At 2, they called up Reese and he came over.

"Hey, remember that band you started when you were 14, Luis?" Martin asked. (He knew about the band from watching him in heaven.)

"Whoa, Whoa," Hank exclaimed. "You never told me you had a band."

Luis blushed. "Papa, please, don't tell the story."

"No, no tell it!" Everyone yelled.

"Well, there's not much to tell. He had a band that lasted for 2 months and that was it."

"What was its name?" Ethan asked.

"Oh, no," Luis said, burying his face in his hands.

"The Funky Chickens," Martin answered.

"The what?!" Everybody burst out laughing. Luis was too embarrassed to look at them.

"How did you come up with that name?" Sheridan asked, still laughing.

"We just thought it up," Luis said.

They went on talking for a few more hours. "How about that time when Theresa got flipped over playing tennis with Whitney?" Martin said.

"What? When did that happen?" Sam asked.

Theresa answered. "Last year, one time when I was playing Tennis with Whitney, I ran up to the net because the ball was flying close to it. And so I ran, and hit the ball with my racket. But the thing is, is that I was so close to the net and I didn't see it and I kept running until I hit the net, and I flipped over onto Whitney's side of the court." Everyone started laughing when she finished. "I wish we had recorded that," she continued.

When it got to be 10pm the Bennetts', Russells', and Reese left. The only ones who stayed were Charity, Ethan, and Sheridan. "It was nice to meet you," Eve said, shaking hands with Martin.

"Nice to meet you too," he said, shutting the door when she left.

The rest of them stayed up all night talking, and playing games, and things like that, thanking the person that invented coffee.

"Hey, Miguel, remember that time when you kicked your History teacher?" Luis asked.

"What?! Miguel you kicked your teacher?!" Sheridan exclaimed.

"It was an accident," Miguel said. "And I didn't kick him, I tripped him."

"Oh, that makes it much better," Ethan said sarcastically.

"It was an accident," he repeated. "Back in 9th grade, I was looking at the test calender in the hall, when my history teacher, Mr. Hunter comes running by. Anyway, I don't see him, cause I'm facing the other way, so I take a step back, right when Mr. Hunter runs by, and he trips over my foot, and ends up doing a dive roll on the floor, and you see him grab his knee. The next day he was limping." Everyone had been laughing as he was finishing his story.

"I can't believe you flipped your teacher," Charity said.

"I was standing next to him when it happened," Theresa said. "I was just in total shock, when I saw Mr. Hunter rolling onto the floor."

As much as they hated how quickly it came, it soon became 9am. Luis and his family had only 3 minutes left with Martin.

They all got up and Martin walked over to Pilar. "Don't forget, I'll be watching over you forever. I'll be with you everyday. Nothing else bad will happen to you. I promise." They hugged, Pilar was crying. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she said. Then they kissed for the last time.

Martin walked over to Miguel. "I'm sorry that this is the only time we'll get to meet. But like I told Pilar, I'll be with you everyday. I'll be with you when you marry Charity. I'll be there." They hugged. "I can't be more proud of the young man you have become." Miguel smiled back at him, and wiped his red eyes. Charity came up wrapped her arms around him.

Martin moved on to Theresa. "You're the best daughter anybody could ever have. I'm sorry I can't be there alive to walk you down the aisle and give you away. But I promise you that when Luis does, I'll be there on the other side of you, walking you down to aisle too." He hugged his crying daughter. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Papa," she said.

Finally Martin got to Luis. "Wow, Luis, I don't know what to say, what I haven't said to anyone else." He sighed. "You did a great job taking over as the man of the house." They both laughed. "I'll be there at your wedding too. You and Miguel are the best sons anybody could have." They hugged.

"I love you, Papa."

"I love you too, son."

Everybody joined in hugging Martin, then he faded away.

No one moved after they stopped hugging. A few seconds later the doorbell rang. Theresa answered it. It was the Bennetts' and TC. "How, are you all doing?" Sam asked.

"We'll be fine," she answered. They walked into the living room. Nobody said anything for a few seconds.

"At least we got to say goodbye the right way," Luis said.

"Yea," Miguel agreed.

"By the way," Sam said. "Tomorrow's Julian's trial. Just thought you'd want to know."

"I'll be there," Luis said.

"I think we all will," said Ethan.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds. TC meanwhile, stopped the video camera and took out the tape, the fourth tape they had recorded.

"Does anybody want to go out for breakfast?" Grace asked.

"Yea, sure," everybody said at once. "Where should we go?"

"Wait," TC said. "Before we go. I'm in the mood for some dancing. Like the 'funky chicken' or something." Luis threw a sofa cushion at him as everybody else laughed.