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~*~Five Minutes Earlier~*~

I shook my head, "You know what I mean Logan. I wish you could stay here, really I do but…"

 The phone suddenly rang stopping me in mid sentence. I glanced at the door then back to Logan debating whether or not I should answer the phone.

 "You gonna answer that?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

 The phone rang again.

I smiled and climbed to my feet, "Be right back." I said over my shoulder as I darted into the other room to answer the phone.

 "Hello?" I answered still smiling.

 Ripley? The voice on the other side of the phone sounded panicked, and even a tad bit guilty.

 "Cage? What's wrong?" I asked, my smile fading.

There was a pause before he answered in a shaky voice, Ripley, Sam found my hunting gun.

My heart pounded and my mind went numb. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't speak.

 H-he shot himself in the face. I couldn't save him, I couldn't… He trailed off sobbing into the phone.

 "What?" I whispered not believing what I was hearing.

 He's dead Ripley, he's dead.

This had to be all just a horrible, horrible dream. This wasn't real-

 "No!" I screamed slamming the phone down on the hook, "No, no, no… Oh my God." And then it all finally sunk in, my legs wouldn't hold me anymore and I sank into a chair.
 "Oh my God…" I whispered covering my face with my hands, "Oh my God…"

 "Hey, what's going on?"

I looked up at Logan standing just a few feet away, and flung myself into his arms, crying hard.

 "What happened?" He asked carefully running his fingers through my hair.

The air catches in my lungs briefly, "H-he's," I shake my head not wanting this to be real, "Oh God, I told him to lock up his gun, I told him!" I can literally feel my heart break even more and more tears come and soak up into Logan's shirt.

I wrap my arms tighter around Logan trying to hold myself up, "Sam's dead, my son's dead…"

~*~Present Time~*~

I sat on the couch, Logan next to me, trying to stop the tears from running down my cheeks still.

 "Every other week Sam comes here, Cage would bring him over and pick him up," I sniffed wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, "I always told Cage, when we were together, to lock up his gun instead of hiding it under the bed." 

 "Cage's yer boyfriend?" Logan grunted raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head, "Was. We were together before… before the crash and Sam was born ten months after I woke up." More tears ran down my cheeks.

 Logan hesitantly wiped them away, "I'm sorry." He frowned.

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 She turned to me and buried her head in my chest once again; I wrapped my arms around her not knowing any other way to comfort her, I'm not good at this sort of thing.

 There was a knock at the door then it swung open and Indiana walked in, a huge grin spread out across her face, "You won't just believe…" Her smile faded away when she saw Ripley look up at her in tears, "What happened?" She asked walking over to us.

 Ripley let go of me and wrapped her arms around herself, "Sam… Sam's dead." She whispered, a look of pain crossed over her face as she looked away.

 "Oh, Ripley," Indiana gasped pulling Ripley into a hug, "What happened?"

Ripley shook her head unable to speak again; Indiana glanced up at me questioningly.

 "Found his dad's gun an' accidentally shot 'imself." I grunted folding my arms over my chest.

 Indiana's mouth fell open in a silent gasp before she turned back to Ripley, "I'm so sorry." She whispered, tears welling up in her own eyes.

  I briefly wondered to myself if there was a reason for me being here, right now, I'm still not sure.

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 A/N: Eep! Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. .  I'll try to get the next one out quicker. ^__^

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