It had been three days. No one knew where Kat was, other then Cameron and his wife. It was well known that Kat's son had died and relatives slowly left, worried for Kat and Walter, who still had no idea where his daughter was, only that his grandson had died.

On the third day, Patrick gave her some coffee assumed his position holding her, rubbing her back as she looked out the window.

"Joaquin loved coffee," She said softly, just stating it without any real emotion, "He wasn't allowed to drink it because it made him hyper, but Sam gave him the stuff whenever I wasn't looking,"

"Kat," Patrick whispered softly,

"Stay with me," She said, looking at him, "Please,"

He nodded and she sighed again, "You don't have class do you?"

"I have vacation," He explained softly, "No classes for another two weeks,"

She nodded, "I'm sorry for troubling you,"

"You're no trouble," He said rubbing her, aware of how fragile she was

"Sometimes I wished, late at night, that you never broke up with me, but then I felt guilty, because if you hadn't, I wouldn't have Joaquin, and now I'm wishing the same thing, so I don't have to feel this pain," She stated, rubbing his arm loosely.

He just hugged her, mumbling comforts.

She laughed, "I talked to Joaquin last on Friday afternoon. He had just gotten back from school and was complaining about how mean his music teacher was. He had a decent voice, but he hated to be told to practice something," She wore one of Patrick's shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

"He sounds like a great kid," Patrick said

"He is," Kat said softly, placing emphasis on the 'is'.

"Mandella called. She knows about everything,"

"I know," Kat said, "I talked to her when you were taking a shower. I asked her not to come,"

"You know, my mum, she lost a kid too," Patrick said, "I think you should talk to her,"

"What day is it today?" Kat asked

"April 20th," Patrick said, glancing at the calendar

She gave a bitter laugh, "Joaquin, he turns five today,"

Patrick fell silent.

A knock came from the door and he said, "That'll be food. I ordered some from the grocery,"

She nodded and looked out the window.

"Kat," This was a new voice and Kat recognized it perfectly. She turned and saw black combed over hair, green eyes, and a six foot four figure. That smile gave it away though.

"William!" She smiled and hugged him, "You remembered,"

"I've been mourning in the city," He explained, "Then some toy store called and said that they had the Lego Dragon Master in stock, if I still wanted it," William laughed and frowned, "I had just woken up and went to the store, not sure why I did," He held up the toy, "I bought it and then I remembered who had wanted this toy so badly,"

"Joaquin," Kat said, "We told him that if he was good, we would buy that for him. It was out of stock everywhere,"

"I know," William laughed, "It's weird. I was the first one to find Sam and Joaquin and they were just," He shook his head, "I had Sam's ashes spread-"

"Over the lake," Kat said smiling, "That lake where you guys grew up, right?"

He nodded, "But, I don't know what to do with Joaquin,"

"Burn him," Kat said, softly, "Burn him with this Lego set, a pack of Sweet n' Lows, a copy of the original Godzilla movie, and his favorite shirt, the blue one with holes in it," She sighed and hugged William,

"And the ashes?" He asked, "Should I spread them or?"

"Put half in a jar and send it to me," She said, "I'm not quite ready to let go of him. Do what you want with your half," She sniffled and hugged him, "I don't want to see him. I just want to remember him the way he was, my Joaquin,"

"Here," William said, "Last picture ever taken of them," He handed her to picture and she smiled, seeing Joaquin with ice cream all over him, Sam's face with a five o' clock shadow, and her in between them, laughing.

"Thank you," She said softly,

"You should know that Sam left a good deal of money to you," William said softly,

"You should know I don't want it," She said, "I told Sam I wouldn't take his money unless Joaquin was involved,"

"I figured that," He smiled, "So I brought along some paperwork that signs all that money to me to take care of, so when you do need or want some money, I can give it to you,"

"You're a doll, Sam," She kissed him on the cheek and signed it

"William," He reminded her sadly, "And Kat? I don't think I can meet you again, unless in dire circumstances,"

"You look too much like them," Kat agreed

"You look like Joaquin," William laughed, "It still hurts a little,"

"Bye," She hugged him and turned to the window, looking at the picture.

"Friend?" Patrick asked, coming back, "He's gone already? Nice chap,"

"Sam's brother, William," Kat said, "He's a bit luckless with women and looked to Sam and Joaquin as heirs to the family money,"

"Poor fellow,"

"Yeah, and I've just been named as the heir, or better, the kid I'll have, if I ever have a kid,"

"Huh?" Patrick was confused

"He didn't tell me straight out, but William did," Kat said, "He can't have a heir, being sterile, and there's no one else, except me,"

"I'm sorry," Patrick said

"I'm never going to see him again," Kat laughed, sighing, "Patrick?"

"Hmm?" He asked, sitting next to her,

"I hate you," She said simply, "I hate how your hair sticks up," She messed it up a little.

"Okay Kat," Patrick said, handing her another tissue. Kat waved it away

"I hate your stupid earring," She said, tracing the tip of his ear, not touching the earring,

"Kat," He said again

"I hate your ratty old clothes," She flicked his wifebeater and tugged at her shirt

He didn't say anything, knowing she was making a point now.

"I hate how you make me so mad," She sighed, as if trying to work out her frustrations.

He hugged her, worried she was going to have another attack.

"I hate how you hug me," She said, "I hate how it makes my skin tingle and wish for more,"

He let go, looking at her, perplexed now

"I hate that smile of yours, making me want to do something just to keep it there," She traced his lips.

He smiled and she laughed.

"I hate trying to figure out if I should laugh or cry or hit you," She said, curling her hands into fists.

He nodded slightly

"I hate how weak you make me feel, and how much I want this weakness," She said walking away a little,

He tried to come closer and grabbing her, he looked at her, gazing deeply in her eyes.

"I hate how much I miss you," She whispered and he kissed her

It was a wonderful, climatic kiss. When they broke apart, she said softly,

"But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all," She whispered and he smiled

"Kat, I love you," He said softly, "I never even stopped. Not even a little bit, not even at all," He quoted back to her and she laughed

"That was cheesy,"

"Should I get you that tambourine now?" He asked, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Hmm," She laughed, hugging him again, "I love you too,"

-The End-