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(Don't worry, this is not the last chapter).

There You'll Be Part 2

"What's wrong?" Ethan asked, wiping his eyes.

Sam wiped his eyes. "Nothing," he replied, turning off the radio. Ethan didn't feel like responding.

They were coming up on the cemetery. "Hey, can we stop here? I want to see Theresa and Kay's grave." Ethan said, he hadn't been to either of their funerals because he was at the psychiatric facility.

"Sure." Sam parked the car and they both got out and walked to the cemetery.

It was about 8:15 and there was still a little light out and they both could see to whom which grave belonged to. As Ethan was searching for Theresa's grave he spotted out of the corner of his eye another grave that was neither Theresa's nor Kay's. It belonged to Grace Bennett. Ethan walked over to it in shock. No one had told him that Grace had died. Sam followed him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ethan asked, still staring at the grave of his stepmother.

"You had so much to be sad about I didn't want to make it worse."

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. "How did it happen?" Ethan asked.

Sam sighed; both of them knew it was going to be painful. "About a year ago, Grace told me she was going out with David to do a few things that David claimed they used to do together so in hopes that it would jog her memory. She told me she'd be back later that morning. When she didn't come back by later that afternoon, I went out to look for her and I eventually found her deep in the woods." He closed his eyes, seeing the image of his wife when he found her. "She was naked, unconscious, all cut up and bleeding." Both of them winced when he said that; Ethan knew immediately what had happened. "I knew she had been raped and in my mind I knew she was dead, but my heart refused to believe it. I ran to her, calling her name, and I started doing CPR." He paused, trying to control tears. "After awhile, I just gave up." He shook his head, angry tears falling down his eyes. "That bastard David raped and murdered Grace."

"Did you catch him? David, I mean?"

Sam shook his head. "No," he said. "He's still on the run." Ethan was too stunned by everything Sam had just told him to move or say anything. "Theresa's grave is over there," Sam said, motioning his head left.

Ethan walked in that direction, while Sam stayed behind at his wife's grave. As he was walking, Ethan spotted another grave on the side of him, belonging to Ivy Winthrop Crane. He stopped and looked at it. He knew she had been dead. Sheridan told him in one of her visits. Ivy had killed herself shortly after Ethan's last visit with her. He neither mourned nor rejoiced at the news. He still hadn't forgiven her for killing Theresa; he never would. To him, Ivy was just another one of those millions of people who die each day, just another person, a person he despised.

"What did you ever see in my mother anyway?" Ethan asked when Sam walked over to him; both of them just stared at Ivy's grave.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Probably the same thing you saw in Gwen."

Ethan didn't reply for a few seconds. "That doesn't really answer my question because I don't understand what I ever really saw in Gwen." They both gave a fake smile. Ethan sighed and walked over to another grave.

That grave belonged to Kathleen Bennett. "Hey, sis," he said. He didn't say anything for a minute; Sam meanwhile walked over to his daughter's grave as well. "Kay, I'm sorry I couldn't have come to your funeral," Ethan continued. "I wish I could have gotten to know you better. But things got out of hand, and..." he trailed off not knowing what to say. "I'm going to go talk to Theresa, I guess. I just wish we could have gotten to know each other better, Kay." He walked over to Theresa's grave, which wasn't far from Kay's. Sam stayed at Kay's grave so he could talk to his daughter too.

When Ethan reached Theresa's grave, he just stared at it in shock. Just to see her name written on a tombstone was like her dying all over again. "Theresa, why did things have to end up this way?" he finally said something. "Even after a year and a half I still can't believe..." he choked back tears. He closed his eyes, and saw her clearly, remembering how beautiful she looked the last time he saw her. "I love you, Theresa. I always will." By then, the tears were falling down his face. "I love you. You're the only woman for me." He kissed his hand and touched her gravestone to make it as if he was kissing her. "I love you." He just stared at her grave for a few more minutes, still not believing she was dead. "I love you." He walked back over to Sam.

"You ready to go?" Sam asked.

Ethan shook his head. "No," he said. "Where's Rebecca's grave?"

Sam pointed to a grave at the back of the cemetery. "Over there," he said.

Ethan walked over to Rebecca Hotchkiss's grave and just stared at it as well, feeling nothing but hate for her. Then he just spit on it and walked back to Sam. They both walked back to the car and went home.

Within minutes they arrived home. The rebuilt Bennett house had looked almost exactly the same as the old one.

"Jessica's got a late class at Castleton tonight so she's not going to be home for a while," Sam said as he opened the door. They walked inside. "And you know Charity decided to live on campus there."

"What are they majoring in again?"

"Nursing. Both of them." Ethan just nodded. "I'll show you your room."

"Thanks." They both walked up the stairs. His room was just a few feet down the hall. "It's nice," he said when he went in. He didn't know what to say. "Thanks."

Sam just smiled. "Want a tour of the house?"

"Sure."

At the end of the quick tour they ended up in the kitchen/diningroom. "It's a great house," Ethan said when they finished.

"Thanks."

"I almost forgot, it's time to take my meds," Ethan said. Sam got him a glass of water and he quickly took his pills. "How long do I have to take these for?"

"Until the doctor decides you don't need them anymore," Sam answered.

"You know, I think I'm going to call it a night," Ethan said. "It's been a long day and those antidepressants are probably going to put me to sleep anyway."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight." He turned and would have walked back up the stairs but then decided he had to do something else. He turned back around toward his father. "Dad, I don't think I ever told you this, I love you."

Sam just smiled. Ethan had never called him 'Dad' before. He went up to him and they hugged. "I love you too, son." They stayed like that for a minute, in a tight hug, their first real hug as father and son; whenever they hugged before, it was always like friends, now they were actually like father and son.

"It's going to be okay, Ethan," Sam said when they deembraced.

Ethan sighed. "Yeah," he said. Although the look in his eyes told him he didn't believe him. He started back up the stairs. "Goodnight!" he called.

"Goodnight!"

When he got to his room he took off his shirt and plopped down on the bed. He sighed and rolled over and looked at the empty space next to him. This bed was a double bed, unlike the single bed he had at the psychiatric facility. There he didn't have to see this empty space where Theresa should be. Here, it was a reminder. A painful reminder. "Theresa, come back to me."

That song was still stuck in his head.

In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky

In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life

I'll keep a part of you with me

And everywhere I am there you'll be

With that song in his head, with memories of Theresa, he cried himself to sleep. And just downstairs in the dining room, with that song in his head, with memories of Grace, Sam sat and just cried too.