Although the Olympic tennis match was going full-swing on the TV in front of him, T.C. Russell found it very difficult to be interested. In fact this might have been a good thing, owing to the fact that his mind so on the accident that ruined his tennis career twenty-seven years ago, the awesome tennis skills of the people across the globe might have made his spirits worse.

And it was because of Eve. All the pain he was feeling right now. It all came back to Eve.

"Daddy?"

T.C. turned towards his youngest daughter, who had just come downstairs, "Hmm?"

"I've been calling you..."

T.C. rubbed his forehead, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sugarbear. I've just had a lot on my mind..."

Simone gave a small nod, "Yeah... I understand. I was just going to tell you that I'm going to go to the mall with Kay, and if I can borrow the car?"

"Oh... uh... yeah, sure," He reached into his pockets for the keys an handed them to Simone, "Here you go."

"Thanks, Daddy... I'll see you tonight."

T.C. watched his daughter leave and then turned back to the TV, which he turned off in disgust. With a heavy sigh he picked himself up off from the sofa and headed into the kitchen, where he found Liz pouring herself some lemonade.

"Well, hi T.C.! How are you?"

"Liz... how do you think I am? I just found out that the woman I'm married too has..." He broke off, "Forget it." He turned to leave.

"T.C. wait..." She walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, "I know this is has been a tough time for you... but... you can't go on being miserable like this. You need to move on..." She smiled brightly, "..With me."

"Liz, look... what happened between us last night was a mistake. Even if my marriage is over I'm not going to move on with my wife's sister... you're my children's aunt, for god's sakes."

"T.C...." Liz said, a little more forcefully, fearing she'd lose him, "Please, don't say that..."

"I'm sorry but—"

"You're not still hung up on my sister, are you?"

T.C. sighed and sat down at the kitchen table, "Liz, I don't know what I am... but I do know that there can never be anything between us."

Liz sat down next to T.C. and said, fearfully, "You don't still want me to move out, do you?"

"My marriage has no chance anymore... I see no rush. Stay as long as you like... but I meant what I said, Liz... I don't want anything to happen with us."

"But T.C.—"

T.C. began to grow angry now, "If you keep pushing the issue, I WILL ask you to leave." He sighed, "I'm going out for a walk, I'll be back in a couple of hours."

He headed out the kitchen door.

"You'll be changing your tune soon, T.C." Liz said softly to herself, "Trust me."

"What about that skirt?"

"That tight leather one that's like two inches long? Simone, I'm a mother! I can't go around looking like a slut."

Simone gave it another look and checked the price-tag, "Not that bad... maybe I'll get it." She picked it up off the rack and put against her body, "You think Chad'd like it?"

"Maybe on Whitney."

Simone all but threw the skirt back on to the rack, "Thanks a bunch, Kay."

"Look, sweetie... I'm just saying you need to not dwell on Chad so much. He's engaged to your sister now. There's nothing you can do."

"Right," Simone said, moving onto another rack, "Like you didn't dwell on Miguel and hope you'd get together even after he got engaged to Charity?"

"Yes, Simone, and look where it's gotten me," Kay sighed, "I'm done with guys. Miguel's gone, who knows when and if he'll be back. For now, I'm going to concentrate on my career."

Simone cocked an eyebrow, "Your career? Looking to become manager of the Fish Cannery?"

"Oh, hilarious," Kay said, rolling her eyes, "I was just thinking that with Miguel gone, maybe I'd go back to school."

"But without that job, who'll support Maria? I don't think Tabitha's rolling in it..."

Kay took a deep breath and said, "I was going to maybe ask my dad if I could move back home."

Simone turned to her best friend with a look of surprise, "Really?"

"I think I might... It shouldn't be that bad there, anymore, with Mom gone, and Jessica and I have been getting along much better recently, because of her newfound hatred of that little bitch, Charity."

"And what about Ivy?"

Kay gave a small smirk, "I'm sure I can keep Ivy in line."

"Pregnant?"

Whitney gave a small nod, and sat down next to Chad in the hospital's lobby.

"Wow... Whitney... that's great. Now we get to start our own family," Chad Harris said, putting his arm around his fiancée.

Whitney gave a grim smile, "Yep."

"I wonder what your folks'll think when they hear they're going to be grandparents?"

Whitney turned sharply towards Chad, "We're not telling EITHER of them, right now."

Chad looked a little startled at Whitney's forcefulness in this matter, "Whatever you want, baby, I guess... but why?"

"Well, for one thing, I don't feel I owe my mother any information about my life, and as for my father... well, he doesn't really hate you anymore Chad, but... openly flaunting the fact that we've been having sex before marriage... I doubt he'd appreciate it... so let's just keep the announcement under-wraps for a while."

Chad nodded, "Well, that's fine but... in a few months you're gonna start showing... does that mean you want to get married before then?"

A small knot began to be formed in Whitney's stomach, but she tried to ignore it, "Sure... right away."

"So, if not you folks, who can we tell about my little son or daughter?" Chad asked, grinning and rubbing her stomach, "I mean, we got to tell Theresa and Fox, they'll be thrilled."

"No! Not Fox!" Whitney said, hurriedly.

Chad raised his eyebrows, "...Why not?'

Whitney found herself a little surprised too. That had just come out, why was she so scared for Fox to find out. If anything that would convince him more that she and Chad were serious. And that's what she wanted... right? The answer hit her like a ton of bricks. Finding out Whitney and Chad were having a baby would permanently cement them together, and that would crush Fox. Whitney sighed inwardly, why did these feelings have to emerge, why now?

"Well..." Whitney quickly covered, "Fox might tell his father, who would definitely tell my mother... I don't want to risk it."

Chad seemed to accept this, "Well, alright... Theresa then?"

Whitney tried to smile, "Sure, let's go."

"LUIS! LUIS?!?!" Sheridan screamed, trying to claw her way through the rubble.

Katherine put her arms on her daughter's shoulders, "Sheridan, Sheridan... please... there's no way anyone could have survived that," She turned her head to Martin, who was staring straight ahead at the rubble in shock.

Sheridan fell to her knees, sobbing, "No... Luis, please...you can't be dead."

Suddenly from the other side of the crumbled wall of the former Aztec temple, there was the sound of coughing.

"LUIS!" Sheridan shouted, "LUIS, IS THAT YOU!?!"

"Yeah..." came Luis' voice, "Yeah, it's me..."

"Are you alright?" Martin asked.

On the other side of the wall, Luis looked at himself. He was bleeding severely from his arm and chest where debris had hit him, "I'm bleeding pretty bad," he said, "But I think I should be okay. Are you alright?"

"Yes, Luis," Sheridan said, "We're all fine... Now we got to get you out of there."

Luis inspected the crumbled wall, "Easier said than done. This whole temple has crumbled down, I'm blocked in by rock everywhere."

"Don't worry, Luis. I think I see a weak spot in this wall... stand back, to make sure none of the debris hits you, I'm going to try to create a hole"

Luis took a few steps backwards, and shouted, "Alright, Mr. Wheeler, go ahead."

Katherine sighed, "...Bob, be careful. That looks pretty sturdy."

A small smile appeared on Martin's face, "Oh, what? You think I'm too old to handle a little bit of rock." With that he ran full force and charged his weight into the weak spot. It crumbled a little but not completely. Martin walked backwards, rubbing his sore arm, "Luis.. did that change much on your end?"

Luis looked the part of the wall Martin had charged at, quite a few stones had fallen down, and it looked as if one good hit would knock the others out, and grant him a way out, "One more hit ought to do it, Mr. Wheeler. I really appreciate this."

"It's alright, just stand back again," Martin warned, with that he flung himself once more against the rock and it caved in on the other-side.

From behind a tree, Nick the assassin watched carefully, "Hmm... considering how distracted this lot is, taking out the four of them should be a piece of cake..." He aimed his gun, "Like the boss said, the children first. And since I don't have a clear shot at Luis yet, it's bye bye Sheridan."

Martin extended his non-sore left arm to his son, who took it with his good arm, also the left, as well, "There you go, Luis. Now, are you sure you're alright?"

Luis sighed, "Well, I won't deny it stings a little bit, but it's very likely Paloma's in much worse danger, we got to keep moving."

"Luis, that arm looks really bad," Sheridan said, moving over to him, and placing her hands gingerly on his arm, "Maybe we should head back."

"Perfect," Nick said, as Sheridan moved towards Luis, "Couldn't have asked for a better shot," He smirked, "I'll wait for her to start talking again, it's so much more dramatic when they suddenly drop dead mid-sentence."

There was a mumbling sound from beside him, and Nick turned to where Paloma Lopez-Fitzgerald sat, her arms tied up and her mouth gagged. She had become conscious and realized with a start what was going on.

"Be careful, little Paloma, you wouldn't wanna spoil the deaths of your father, brother and their girlfriends, would you?"

Paloma began incomprehensibly objecting before she froze and stared at Nick.

"Yeah," Nick laughed, "That's right. The Mr. Wheeler you've known all your life is none other than your own pop, Martin Fitzgerald."

"Absolutely not, Sheridan!" Luis shouted, "My sister's out there in this jungle somewhere and your father, or someone he's got working for him has got her, and I'll be damned if Alistair Crane's going to kill someone else in my family."

Nick laughed as Sheridan began arguing with Luis, "Consider yourself damned then, Luis. But don't worry, you'll be with them soon enough. Sayonara, Sheridan."

As he prepared to shoot, Paloma suddenly struck out with her leg kicking Nick as hard as she could in the thigh, surprised and in pain, Nick's hands jerked and the gun, aim off, was fired.

"Luis! Be reasonable. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler can continue the search and as soon as you're ch—" Suddenly there was a loud gunshot, and Luis and Sheridan both turned their heads sharply at the direction of the sound.

There was a scream, and Katherine Crane collapsed on the ground, her stomach bleeding profusely.

"KATHERINE!" Martin screamed running towards her. Luis, too, ran over to 'Mrs. Wheeler' to see how badly she was hurt. Sheridan started to do the same, but then froze, realization suddenly flowing through her.

"...Katherine?"