AN: Yeah I know I said I would have this up soon and haven't updated in months and I do apologise But I really did run out of imagination! cptn-jacks-bonnie-lass has practically forced me into writing this so jacy this is for you be grateful! Sorry it's short could have put it and the next chapter up as one longer chap but I wanted to give you something after having ignored it for so long!

It was impossible to concentrate on only one thing. My brain, my son and this rock. The devil's secret device.
I was loaded up with all my pain relief tablets and discharged myself from the white prison.
John was taking me to see Papa Midnite. He knew everything but whether or not he would help was another story. He was neutral or so he said. But by keeping us in the dark he was allowing evil to win to take my son, to have John, to take me.
Danny, my son had said Chas was in heaven. That means he is dead in the future. If he's dead and I'm dying our son will have no one. In the future I'm alive... Maybe it isn't cancer.
We need more info. All we know is that Danny is Chas and my son.
He's in hell for something I did. Chas is dead and Danny has possession of Trimer's Rock, or does he? Has Lucifer already claimed it? After all Danny is in hell the devil could just take it. My head was bursting with all this information, I had no idea what to think.

I felt Chas take my hand, he was a huge comfort to me but another one of my troubles. Why did we feel like this? We barley knew one another. When was I to conceive our child? Had any of these events changed the future? Now that we knew about Danny would everything still happen the way it was supposed to? How could we know? It was impossible.
I had a child with Chas who I had met yesterday and was now in love with.
I had a tumour in my brain which could very well kill me... It was bullshit! This wasn't supposed to happen EVER!
"Sarah." He said softly.
"Yeah." I asked looking up.
"You okay"
"No"
"You still in pain"
"A little"
"Can I get you anything"
"Chas"
"Yeah"
"I don't understand"
"Neither do i"
"Chas"
"Yeah"
"In the future you're dead"
"I know"
"I can't... I can't start something if you... If we both die and leave our son"
"You're not gonna die Sarah"
"But you are"
Chas looked away letting go of my hand.
I knew exactly what he was feeling because I was feeling it too. We were both condemned to death, well he was. I didn't know what would happen with me. I didn't know if this would go away by itself, or if I still had it when our son was sent to hell.
"Sarah we need to see Midnite"
I nodded. I just felt so tired and weak. My head felt loads better but I could still feel that dull aching just behind my temple. How was I supposed to save my son feeling like this? What had I done to jeopardise his safety. He had said he was paying for my sins. What had I done? Why had Chas died? When would all of this happen? The questions rattled around my brain causing me more discomfort than was necessary.
I closed my eyes hoping Midnite would be able to answer some of my queries, lift a little weight from my shoulders and ease my aching heart.