Title: Un-Forgotten

Author: HAPPYBUNNY13

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing and mild violence)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Early Edition and never ever will. I know. Sad.

Summary: Bostwick (Samuel Bostwick) is back and Gary is in danger.

Note: One more chapter after this.

Un-Forgotten

Chapter Eight: Failure

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. That is to have succeeded."

Gary carefully lied down on his bed. It felt good to be back in his own apartment, but the fear was still there. Marissa and Hazel had been completely against him leaving the hospital, but he wasn't going to stay there where more innocent people could get hurt. "He can come get me here," Gary muttered to himself as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

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Samuel Bostwick wandered down the street. "This is a minor setback," he thought to himself, "but nothing I can't deal with. I'll have to lie low for a day, but this isn't over, Hobson. Not by a long shot."

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"When do you guys think you're going to open again?" asked Hazel the next day when she was sitting in the McGinty's office.

"In a few days," replied Marissa. "That'll give Gary a few days of rest."

"He shouldn't have left the hospital yet," muttered Hazel.

"You're preaching to the choir, Hazel," said Marissa, "but once he's made his mind up, there is no going back."

"Where is he anyway?" asked Hazel. "He's not trying to deal with the paper again is he?"

"I don't know," replied Marissa. "I talked to him earlier, but I haven't heard him in awhile."

"I'm gonna go see if he's upstairs," said Hazel. "Hopefully, he'll be feeling better."

"Maybe," said Marissa simply. She didn't want to discourage Hazel, but she had lied when she said she had talked to him. She had merely pounded on the door until she got tired of it and left. Gary wasn't talking to anyone.

Hazel left the office and walked up the stairs to Gary's loft. She put her ear against the door and listened to see if Gary was still in there. Hazel couldn't hear anything and knocked quietly on the door. "Gary?" she said through the door. "Gary, are you in there?"

She still didn't hear anything and started to walk away when the door of Gary's loft opened a crack. Hazel sighed in relief and turned back around. She stepped into the apartment and called out quietly, "Are you alright, Gary?"

She saw him sitting on the couch staring absent-mindedly out the window.

"I'm fine," answered Gary quietly. Not even bothering to look at her.

"I sure believe that," said Hazel sarcastically. Gary didn't say anything. "Will you please talk to me?"

"There isn't anything to talk about," said Gary.

"And once again," said Hazel. "I sure believe that."

"No one asked you to came up here," said Gary coldly.

"And yet you haven't asked me to leave," retorted Hazel.

Gary looked over at her and for a second Hazel saw a look of thankfulness in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an angry stare.

"Then why don't you leave?" asked Gary.

"You still haven't asked me to leave," said Hazel. "You've asked why I haven't left and you told me you didn't ask me here, but you haven't asked me to leave. Go ahead ask me and I will" She crossed her arms and stared at Gary.

He stared angrily at her for a moment and opened his mouth. For a second, Hazel thought that he was actually going to ask her to leave, but she sighed in relief when he closed his mouth and turned away from her.

"I want to help you, Gary," said Hazel as she sat down next to him. "I'm not sure how I'm going to, but I'm going to try."

Gary turned toward her and saw tears in his eyes. "I saw them die," he said quietly, "and I couldn't do anything about it."

"It wasn't your fault," said Hazel feeling like she was going to cry too. "It wasn't."

"Then whose fault was it," asked Gary. "I know I could have done something to save them I know I could have, but I failed."

Hazel struggled to stay calm and took Gary by the shoulders. "It wasn't your fault," said Hazel forcing Gary to look her in the eyes. "I don't know how to make it more clear, but it wasn't your fault. I'm going to prove that to you."

For a second, Hazel thought Gary almost smiled. Hazel heard her cell-phone ring and she cursed loudly. "Hold on," she said to Gary. She got up off the couch off the couch and answered the phone. "Hello?" she said angrily.

"Hazel," said the voice on the other end. "Where the hell are you?"

"What are you talking about, Bob?" asked Hazel recognizing the voice of her boss at the radio station.

"You go on in less the twenty-minutes," said Bob. "Where the hell are you?"

Hazel looked at her watch and swore. "I'll be there as soon as possible," said Hazel nervously. She hung up the cell-phone and turned back toward Gary. "I have to go to work I'll be back afterwards."

"It's okay," said Gary quietly.

Hazel sighed sadly and gave Gary a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later," she said quietly.

"Bye," replied Gary.

Hazel hurried out the door and down to her truck which was parked on the street below. She got into the driver's seat and started it up. The engine sputtered a few times, but finally came to life. She pulled off and drove as fast as she legally could to the radio station.

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Gary sat up and opened his eyes. He couldn't remember falling asleep, but apparently he had. He rubbed his eyes and slowly got off the couch. His body was still sore and the stitches in the cut Bostwick had given him was still tender.

He walked over to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. The cat was sitting on the counter staring at him. He had shown up at six-thirty that morning just like always, but the paper hadn't been with him. Gary was almost glad it wasn't there. "What are you staring at?" Gary asked the animal angrily. The cat continued to follow him with his eyes. "Why don't you leave me alone?" Gary demanded of the cat. It let out a low growl.

"Go away," Gary told the animal, "and leave me alone." He finished his glass of water and went back over to the couch. He was still tired and sleep was the best thought on his mind at the moment.

He sat back down and closed his eyes. It was only a few minutes, before he fell back asleep.

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"The request time is just about coming to an end people," Hazel said into the microphone, "so call in and we'll take your requests for your favorite rock songs. Next, Iron Man by Black Sabbath." She pressed the button and watched as the 'On Air' went from bright red to black.

She took off her headphones and leaned back. Her time was almost up and then she could go back to Gary's. She heard the phone ring and reached to answer it. "'Request live,'" she said into the phone.

"Hello, Hazel," said the voice on the other end. Hazel inhaled sharply. "Good to hear from you again."

"How-?" but Hazel's question was stopped short.

"I have my ways," was the voice's reply.

"Why the hell are you calling my show, Bostwick?" demanded Hazel.

"Just going to give you a heads up," replied Bostwick with a sneer in his voice. "You might want to give your boyfriend a heads up too." Hazel was about to respond when there was a click on the other end of the line. Hazel dropped the phone and ran out of the room.

"Where the hell you going, Hazel?!" Bob shouted at her as she ran of the radio station.

Hazel didn't answer. She was already out of hearing range.

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Bostwick walked quietly through the dark bar. He knew he was the only one there other than Hobson. "I've just about got my revenge," Bostwick said with mirth. "Just a little bit more time."

He was just about to go up the stairs when he heard a crash from the kitchen area. He turned back around and walked cautiously to the kitchen. "Hello, Hazel," said Bostwick with a sneer as he turned on the light. Hazel was scrambling to get off of the floor. As she stumbled to her feet Bostwick laughed. "I've got you this time, Hazel," he said with a stupid grin on his face as he pulled out a gun. "Bye-bye, Hazel." Bostwick pointed it at her.

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Gary woke from his dreamless sleep as he heard a loud blast. "What the?" he rubbed his eyes and got out of his bed. Gary slowly crept down the stairs and saw that one of the lights had accidentally be left on. "Damn," he muttered to himself as he started to walk over and turn off the kitchen light.

"Hello, Hobson," said a voice behind him. "How are you feeling?"

Gary stumbled as he turned around and stared at the man. "Wh-wh-what--," Gary stuttered.

"What am I doing here?" finished Bostwick. "Just taking care of a few loose ends. Hazel over there was just a bonus." He gestured with his gun to a body that was lying on the floor.

"Hazel," Gary choked out as he ran over to where she lay, but the cold steel of Bostwick's gun being pressed into his back caused Gary to stop in his tracks.

"I don't advise that," said Bostwick. Gary turned around slowly and faced the man.

"Why don't you just kill me?" asked Gary as he glared defiantly at the older man. "You've ruined my life so why don't you just kill me?"

"Hmm," said Bostwick. "Kill you? That is what I came here to do, so why don't I?"

Gary watched as he cocked the gun and he closed his eyes anticipating the pain that he new was inevitable. Gary thought Bostwick was about to pull the trigger, when he felt a heavy blow land on the stitched up cut. Gary gasped in pain and sank slowly to the floor.

"I can't kill you yet," said Bostwick with a laugh. "I have to make you suffer first."

Gary gasped for air as he looked up at the man. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the counter that was supporting him. "No," begged Gary weakly shaking his head. "You wanted revenge against me so just shoot me and leave. Leave my friends and family alone and just shoot me."

Bostwick smiled. This is what he had been hoping to achieve from the beginning. He wanted Hobson to have given up completely before he killed him. Once he had taken everything he cared about from him, Bostwick knew there was nothing more he could do, but shoot him. Bostwick raised the gun and aimed at Gary. He cocked the gun and prepared to shoot. A shot resounded the McGinty's kitchen followed by the sound of a body slumping to the floor.

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Dun dun dun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHA, I evil. See you next chapter. Bye!