Adsh-Thank you for the idea, however I did not use it because I'm afraid this doesn't need
Any more depressing stuff in it, and I have no desire to make Steve feel that horrible. This will
The the final chapter and then I will begin posting the next story which is very long.
Allie351-Thank you, I love the emotions that I can have come across in characters, many say it's
Because I have all of them in me somewhere. Well thanks again and please review, the next story should begin by Friday morning, please let me know what you think!
Alf-While it was out it seemed out of character, to be fully honest I can see Steve breaking over the
Death
of his father, I've seen the strong reduced at death, it hurts. Anyway, thank
you for the review, Carol went home, so that's why she wasn't in it. Um, the
next story will be up soon so please review! Thanks!
Epilogue-The Truth
The blue eyes slowly slid open, machines beeping. He could feel something down his throat, as well as air being forced into his lungs. It felt like there was something sitting on his chest. Had he really just dreamed that, had that really happened? Was he really alive? He continued to look around and finally his crystal eyes fell upon the figure fast asleep beside him in a chair. His hair ruffled, his eyes had bags under them, but he looked all right. His head was lying against his waist. Reaching his hand out he gently stroked the soft hair. He wasn't surprised when he rewarded with a slight moan and then the same crystal blue eyes looking at him.
"Dad?" Steve asked as he slowly sat up. He realized his father was awake, and alive. Sitting up Steve hit the button over the head of the bed and then looked back at his dad. He reached for the hand that had touched his head and held it, as though if he let go his father would leave him. The door opened and Jesse walked in, a smile wide on his face.
"Welcome back Mark," Jesse said, after a quick examination, he looked at Mark and nodded.
"I'm going to remove the ventilator, you know how this works, so give me a cough and we'll take it out," with in seconds Mark was coughing as the tube came up. Steve helped him take a quick sip of water and smiled.
"Are you all right?" Mark asked his son.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
"What happened?" Mark asked again.
"You saved my life. I was playing hero and you jumped in front of a bullet for me, you nearly died," Steve said, Mark detected the pain in his son's voice. He looked at his son, had it all been a dream?
"How long have I been out?"
"You've been in a coma for three weeks, we were starting to wonder if you'd wake up," Steve said calmly.
"I had this horrible dream, that I died… and…" Mark stopped.
"Dad, it's okay, we're fine now," Steve said smiling.
Four weeks Later
Steve found his father sitting on the beach a few days after returning home, shaking his head Steve smiled and sat down beside him.
"Want to talk about it?" Steve asked. Usually it was him in this place and Mark questioning him.
"I had this horrible dream that I died, and you lost all faith. You started drinking, you got depressed and you were almost fired, and…Amanda had to stop you from killing yourself," Mark said.
"Dad, I'm okay, you're the one I'm worried about."
"Steve, promise me something," Steve looked over at his father, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure, anything."
"When I do die, promise me you won't forget you're not alone. It may seem that I'm gone, but I will always be in your heart and mind, you've got Amanda, Jesse, Carol and Jack," Mark said looking at his son.
"Dad, I'll make you this promise instead. When you do die, which will be years from now, I will do everything within my power to remember that you always loved me and most of all I will do my best to understand why it is your gone." Steve said.
"I love you Steve," Mark whispered. Steve leaned forward and hugged his father.
"I love you too dad, and it's good to have you back, in one piece." Steve said smiling.
A/N: I know it's short, but please let me know what you think!