The rest of the day was spent with bringing back memories. Talking about what they remembered. Alex did not join in, she had gave them an angry look, still not believing what they were doing, that they were giving up that easily. And so she locked herself up in the control room. She was trying to access all the information she could find, piling them up, looking for anything that might be helpful in any way. Giving up wasn't in her dictionary and sobbing in a corner wasn't part of it either. Nick didn't join in either, he was staring out the window, propped up on the couch with pillows and blankets. He thought about how cynical the whole situation was. The Legacy was dangerous, he knew that from the minute he joined. En he had been injured a lot during his time here, bumps and bruises, broken arms or legs, concussions, drained from his life energy a couple of times and the list goes on and on. And now he was going to die from an overdose of morphine. Well, that was the official story. He knew that he was going save this planet and his own soul. But still, only the Legacy would know. He was going to be somebody who committed suicide to the outside world. Derek and Rachel glanced to Nick from time to time, their faces filled with worry for their friend. Rachel still had a hard time believing it all. They had been through so much, things hadn't been easy for them and now they had to loose Nick, the one who kept them going when things got really bad. The one who made them laugh with his dry sense of humour and who always looked on the bright side to keep his team from going totally insane. She remembered the first time she saw him, bashing through her hotel room, protecting her from the demon who was raping her. It was a quick meeting, since he followed the demon outside, but it was something she would never forget. She had grown to like him from the moment they went on her first case together. And she had spent sleepless nights over him, worried about the feelings he kept hidden within himself. Wondering when he was going to explode this time. She had always hoped he would find somebody special, somebody who could make him talk, but that person never came, that person had died in Ireland. Julia was the one he loved, still does, she thought. Nick was an attractive young man, but the attention he got, was shaken of with politeness. Only Karen had made something stir deep within her young friend, but Rachel knew that Karen had used Julia to get to him. To make him go that far with the succubus. To let him believe he loved her, only using his love for Julia to make that feeling happening. And so Nick stayed alone, all these years she had known him. And it wasn't healthy, the way he dealt with his feelings, to not talk about it, but she was used to it now. It was part of Nick, take it or leave it was his well known sentence for her prodding in his feelings. And she took it, she left it, buried there in the deep depths of his mind. The only thing she could do for him, and had done, was watching him, be ready when those feelings emerged to the surface. But the funny thing was, they never came, sure he was moody, sure he had his moments. But he never exploded in the way she was waiting for all those years. Even now, when he knew his final end came tomorrow, he stayed silent. He didn't talk, didn't wanted to talk to get things of his chest. She sighed. Never in her life as psychiatrist had she seen such a complex case as that of Nick Boyle. Derek played with the pieces of his authentic Greek game of chest. He didn't like the situation, he didn't like the fact they had to loose one of his team. He felt the pressure on his chest, the load of quilt playing painful games with his heart. How much more he could take, he thought. He knew his heart wasn't in his prime anymore, the doctors had warned him about it. Sloan had warned him about it. Take things easy, everybody kept telling him, go take an early retirement. And he had played with that thought, about leaving the Legacy, go settle down. He had all the papers lying on the desk of his office, ready to be signed by him and the new precept of the house. But the unfortunate thing was, his new precept was lying on the couch, ready to be killed tomorrow. "I've got it!" Alex came yelling and running in the living room, her face happy with what she had discovered. And at that moment Derek moaned, his face turning pale, his hands gripping his chest. A painful expression on his face when he fell on the floor. Rachel, Nick and Alex all watched in horror when their precept had fallen. The only one who had enough profession was Rachel as she kneeled beside him, checking him over, her worried face going from bad to worse. "Alex, call an ambulance, he's having a heart attaché."