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Will You Take Care of Me?

Blood lay on the ground.  A white sheet covered the dead body.  The small group walked up to it.  Bailey reached for the cover.  Everyone waited in suspense.  He quickly pulled it off, reveling the corpse.  He let out a deep breath.  "It's not him, thank God.  Call George; tell him that it is not John.  It was just Jack playing with us.  Grace, the body is all yours."

~*~*~*~

            "I'm back.  You miss me?"

            "No," I spat out.

            "Well, John, that's too bad.  I'm really sorry you have to go.  It's time for your life to end."

            "No, it's time for your life to end." I said while pulling the gun out from behind my back.  I point the gun at him.  "I never miss."  I stand up slowly.  My finger pulls the trigger.  The bullet crashes into Jack's chest.  Blood pours out, and he falls to the ground.  I walk over to him.  "You'll never see Sam again.  You won't get into heaven.  You'd never get in."  I pause and point the gun to his head.  "Go to hell.  That's where you belong."  The gunshot echoes in the building.  The bullet finds its way into his head.  I bend over and check his pulse, there is none.  It's over.  He's gone.  He can't kill anymore.  I find my over to the table and pick up my cell phone.

~*~*~*~

            "We…"  The phone ringing interrupted Bailey.  "Malone.  John?"

            Everyone looked up at the mention of his name.  "Are you okay?  He's dead?  You killed Jack?  Where are you?  Okay, we'll be right there.  Bye.  What?  Yes, Chloe's fine."

            "Well?" urged Grace.

            "John's okay, Jack's dead.  Call off the search, George.  Let's go get John."

~*~*~*~

            It's finally over.  We can all move on.  It's time for me to get over Sam.  I can't keep her alive in my mind anymore; she can only live in memories.  That's why I have to do this.  I have to clean her room.  I can't act like she's going to come back. 

I gather all of Sam's clothes and I start to hang them up.  Angel's coming back tomorrow.  Chloe, Angel, and I are going to go through her things and pack them up.  We're going to pack up all her stuff and put it away.  This really isn't something I want to do.  It's more like something I have to do.  I wish I didn't have to move anything, but I just can't leave this stuff here when we're moving away.

That's right, moving.  This is something Chloe and I are still debating.  It's hard leaving a place you called home for so long.  It's even harder to believe we can leave this place.  I've gotten so used to this place.  I've even grown to like it.  It might be a safe house, but to us it's a home.  It's our home.

I'm done.  Everything is put away.  The floor is swept, the furniture dusted, and the bed is made.  There is just one more thing I need to do.  I take it out of my pocket.  I always carried it around, ever since she passed away.  I open the small jewelry box.  I look at the small diamond heart once more and then place it in the container.  I did it.  I'm not holding onto her anymore.  I moved on.

~*~*~*~

            "Yes, Chloe, don't worry.  I will be there to pick you up.  I'll be home in an hour.  Then we will go pick Angel up," I said to Chloe on the phone.  I sat in my chair at my desk.  There was a knock on my door.  I look up to see who it is.  The phone falls from my hand.  "Sam?"

A/N: Sorry it's so short.  I wanted to keep you in suspense.  I know, I am so cruel for stopping there.  Hey, I just want to keep you surprised.  I hope I did.