A/N: Someone gave me a review that gave me an idea to make this storya littlelonger. I'm thinking I'm going to take my reveiwer's advice. I have no idea when this is going to finish, I really don't know. It depends where the story takes me. Well here is the next chapter.

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"Their alive!" Jordan exclaimed in disbelief at the FBI agent.

"Very much so," Megan smiled at the young woman, glad to be able to give out some good news that day. She was slightly surprised though, when Jordan hugged her tightly as she wept with joy.

"My baby boy, Seth is alive and Barry too. Oh my god," the feeling of happiness inside Jordan was so extreme. Her son and her husband she thought were dead, were alive and breathing, all she had to do now was get to Florida to see them again.

"Yes and your husband, when notified of your rescue, bought you a plane ticket. Your flight is tonight, Jordan," Megan informed her as Jordan pulled out of the hug.

"Can I say goodbye to Charlie first?" Jordan had no idea of his condition.

"He's not up to visitors that aren't family right now," Megan avoided telling her about Charlie's hallucinations.

"Oh..." She sounded a little disappointed, but didn't push it. She could always give Charlie a call when he was better, she wanted the best for her new friend.

Megan handed her the ticket and Jordan took it quietly. It would be a long wait until her flight, but she'd waited six years for this, what was a couple hours?

"Thank you," Jordan told the agent, gratification reflected in her eyes.

"It was my pleasure," Megan replied honestly, at least there was a happy ending for Jordan. Now she could only hope that there'd be one for Charlie and Don as well.

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"PLEASE!No..." the familiar screams echoed throught the hallway. Charlie shook in the hospital bed, but never lashed out. The hallucination that troubled him was too horrifying to allow him too, "Oh god...he's dead!"

Alan looked to his elder son with agreat amount of grieef in his eyes, he couldn't stand to see one of his son's suffer.

"Maybe we should get Tommy to talk to him." Don said, it was more of a suggestion than a question.

Alan looked to Dr. Garson for reassurance, hoping that maybe it would ease Charlie's pain.

"That might help," the doctor informed them, "Many people will only believe what they're hallucinating in fake with the proof right in front of them.

Don nodded and left the hospital room for a moment, returning with the teenager on his heel.

"What do I do?" Tommy asked, looking up and Alan, he wanted to help, but wasn't sure how he could.

"Just talk to him Tommy. Let him know you're okay," Alan told the boy and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

Pausing for only a moment at the contact, Tommy nodded and began, "Hey Charlie...ummm...It's Tommy. I'm alright you know. Sam...he saved me. You can't really believe I'm dead, I'm talking to you aren't I?"

The screams stopped, but the shaking didn't, "Tommy..." Charlie whispered the name in relief.

"Yeah, Charlie, it's me I'm here. I'm fine," Tommy reassured him the best he could and placed a hand on Charlie's arm, "See...I'm okay."

There was no answer, Charlie had fell back out of conciousness, but he seemed just a little more at ease.

Charlie's concern for his well-being touched the young boy and a tear slid quietly down his cheek.

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After hours of fighting the haze and slipping in and out of conciousness, two deep brown eyes opened difficultly. Distantly, he remembered Tommy speaking to him, Tommy was alive... But he didn't have long to think about the fact.

His eye lids were heavy from the effects of the drugs he'd been given. The first thing he noticed was the terrifyingly intense pain in his skull, it was nearly worse than the agony he endured because of the venom. From the looks of the room, he was in a hospital, reaching out with his uninjured arm, his finger connected lightly with the call button.

He tried desperately to keep his eyes open, afraid that if he closed them, he'd be transported back into his horror story. The vivid scenes replayed in his mind over and over, as he waited for a nurse or doctor, he could smell and feel the stench and weight of the man on top of him and he could still hear himself pleading for it to stop.

He could only hope it was a horrible nightmare, that none of it had really happened. He began to lose the fight to keep his eyes open, but a familair voice broke him out of it, a voice he wanted to forget, "Hey Charlie, so you've woken up finally."

Charlie was staring face to face with the only bidder who hadn't yet been killed, Walter Garson. He tried to scream, but found himself unable to, probably because of the pain inside his head. The injured professor could barely think straight and Walt knew it, "W-what...are...y-you...doing...h-h-h-h-here?"

"I'm your doctor Charlie," Walt smiled at him in twisted amusement, "Oh and go ahead and scream, no one will suspect what's going on, you've been screaming all day with your hallucinations and nightmares."

"Th-th-they were... only d-dreams?" Charlie was in a waking nightmare at the moment, but he wanted the scenes in his mind, to have happened only there, if it couldn't be not at all.

"Only dreams, my friend," Walt chuckled quietly, still smiling at the helpless man, "But you need to come with me now."

"I-I don't... w-w-want ...to," Charlie said, although he knew it would have no affect, pain had invaded his logic.

"I don't believe you have a choice," Walt stated as he began to unhook some of the machines, laughing at Charlie's weak attempts to stop him. After unhooking the machines, he all but lifted Charlie into a waiting wheelchair, causing pain to casade through the younger man's brain.

Moaning, Charlie slumped back in the wheelchair, though he didn't stop trying to fight off the other man. His good arm trying to push him away, but to no avail. He felt a sharp prick in his arm and slowly the pain faded into a dullish ache. Finally he could think, but all he could think was why Walt had given him something to ease the pain and almost as if reading his mind Walt spoke, "I can't have you moaning and groaning as we go down the hallway, can I? Screaming in your room is all right, but if they catch me wheeling you down the hallway screaming, then I'll have a slight problem. And don't worry about getting better, I'm a doctor and can take care of you inside or outside the hospital."

Walt wheeled Charlie down the hallway of the ICU with no one getting in the way, Walt was grateful that the professor had decided to wake up at night and luckily for him, during a slow shift. As he passed the waiting room though, light, quiet, but audible footsteps were coming their way. Walt shoved the wheelchair and its occupant into the closest empy room, coming in behind. He clamped a hand over Charlie's mouth as he waited for the footsteps to fade.

Seeing his chance, Charlie did the one thing he could, he bit down on Walt's hand as hard as he could. He tasted the coppery blood in his mouth and was satisfied at Walt's loud yelp. The footsteps ceased momentarily and then burst into the room, Charlie's eyes widened as he saw Amita, apparently she had come to visit him.

Amita's own eyes were wide with shock as well and without even thinking, she bluffed, "FBI! Step away from him!"

Walt panicked pushing the wheelchair into the young woman, knocking her and Charlie together, then rushed down the hall without looking back.

"Oh god! Charlie... Charlie! Are you okay?" Amita cried out in concern as she distangled herself from him and sat him up properly in the wheelchair.

"I think...I'm dreaming. You're so beautiful..." his eyes closed dreamily with a small smile glued to his face.

"Charlie..." Amita saw his chest rise and fall almost peacefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is going on here?" A nurse appeared in the hallway, along with a security guard.

Amita looked up and stuttered slightly, "I-I can explain. You see I came to visit him," she pointed at Charlie, "and this doctor was trying to kidnap him and.." but the guard stopped her and grabbed her arm.

"I'm sure you can, let's go," he pulled her roughly to her feet.

The nurse attended to Charlie, "Damn it, there's blood in his mouth. Looks like she attacked him."

"It's the doctor's that tried to take him," Amita tried to tell them what happened, but they weren't listening. No doctor could do such a thing in their minds.

"Probably an escapee from the upstairs ward," the guard looked at Amita and gave her a fake smile, "C'mon, time to back upstairs. I'm sure your missed."

Oh my god, they think I'm mental, Amita realized to her horror, "No I don't belong there. He'll try to take Charlie again, please," tears formed in her eyes and then a thought occured to her, "Call Don Eppes, he'll tell you!"

"Don't worry we will," the guard said in a fake cheery voice as he partially dragged her towards the elevator.

"Please you don't understand," the tears that had formed fell down her cheeks and then a weak voice spoke up.

"Amita...don't leave... me..." Charlie whispered, not wanting to be alone, "But...call D-Don. I-I need...to see m-my brother..."

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Well there is chapter 14. I hope you like it. Please review and NO FLAMES!