Ch.37

The car pulled up to the mansion. The four of them looked out the window, smiling.

"Were home," Teresa said.

Luis hesitated.

"Should I go see her now?"

"YES!" Teresa screamed at him causing the boys to laugh. "Don't wait any longer…go see Sheridan."

He smiled as he jumped out of the car, running towards the cottage.

Ethan got out of the car and began walking towards the house, anxious to see Gwen. He stopped and turned around.

"You guys coming in?"

"In a few minutes," Teresa said. "I want to wait and see what happens with Sheridan and Luis."

"Ok. See ya in a few."

They laughed as they watched Ethan ring the doorbell. Gwen answered, her hand immediately covering her mouth.

"Oh my god!" she cried, jumping into his arms.

"You're home," she breathed into his ear.

"I'm home." He said smiling.

Fox got out, taking Teresa's hand. They slowly walked towards the cottage. When they got there, they saw Luis standing by the door. He wasn't moving.

"Luis!" she cried. "What are you doing?"

"I can't ring the bell," he said staring at it. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I see her."

"Well there's only one way to find out," Fox said running up and ringing the bell.

"Fox!" Luis cried.

"Good luck!" he laughed as him and Teresa ran and hid.

Luis ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

He saw a light come on inside the house.

"Oh god," he whispered to himself, pacing.

The door unlocked. Sheridan opened it.

"Can I help y-?"

She stared at him.

Luis smiled.

"Hi Sheridan."

She didn't blink.

"Sheridan?"

She slammed the door shut in his face.

"Sheridan, open the door."

"Look I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave right now, I'm going to call the cops!" she called through the door.

"It's Luis Sheridan…you're husband?"

"My husband is dead…now please leave!"

"Sheridan, open the door!"

"NO!"

Luis looked back to see where Fox and Teresa had run off to. They emerged.

"Help me!"

Fox went up to the door.

"Sheridan it's Fox…open the door."

"Fox?" she questioned. She cracked the door open and peeked out.

"OH my god! Where have you been?"

"It's a long story," he said. "But you need to come out here…"

"Fox, who is that man?"

"It's Luis Sheridan."

"But…he's dead!" she said, obviously confused.

"I thought he was too…we all did," Teresa said walking up.

"Teresa?" Sheridan asked. She opened the door completely.

"What is going on?" she asked shakily.

Fox tried to fill her in on everything. Her eyes never left Luis.

She hesitated to walk over to him.

"Is it really you?"

He smiled.

"Yes."

She slowly walked over to him. She brought her hand up, gently stroking his cheek.

She began to cry.

"I'm so afraid you aren't real…I'm so afraid this is all a dream…"

"It's not a dream Sheridan. I promise you."

She looked deep into his eyes.

"Luis!" she cried, wrapping her arms around him.

Fox and Teresa watched, both of them tearing up. After a few moments, they silently left, giving Luis and Sheridan their space.

They held hands as they began to walk toward the house.

"I'm so happy for them." Teresa said. "I'm so happy for everyone."

"Things are going to be a lot different here now that Rebecca and Alistair are behind bars."

"Yea…now maybe we can finally be happy."

He smiled, leaning over and kissing her forehead.

"I think you may be right."

They laughed the entire way back. When they got there and walked in, they noticed Ethan and Gwen sitting on the couch. Something was wrong.

"Hey, why aren't we smiling?" Fox asked. "Shouldn't we be celebrating?"

Ethan sighed.

"I just got a call on my cell phone."

"Ethan, what's going on?" Teresa asked.

"It's Alistair."

"What about him?" Fox asked.

Ethan looked over at Gwen, then back at his friends.

"He's escaped."

The old man sat, looking out the window as his plane departed. He took out his cigar and lit it.

"That was close," he said as he took his first puff.

"Too close."

He sighed as he looked down at the ground below, the town of Harmony becoming nothing but a blur.

"If only they knew what I had in store for them," he said with a laugh.

He put out his cigar on the ashtray in front of him.

"This isn't over."

"Not by a long shot."

THE END!

(I hope you liked my story! I had such a blast writing it…it turned out completely different than I had originally planned, but I think I like this version better. As you can tell, there is definitely place for a part 3…tell me what you think! Should I continue or leave it as it is! FEEDBACK PLEASE! Hehe)