Authors Note: Sorry for the delay in the update.

Matt started to move carefully backward. One of the officers, sensing what was about to happen, put a strong hand on Andy's shoulder before he could move. There was a vein throbbing in the side of his neck.

"Now, sir, that wouldn't be a wise move. Let us deal with this." The officer told Andy quietly and calmly, as though he had read his mind.

Matt, sensing he was backed into a corner spoke slowly and calmly.

"We got into a bit of a drunken row. He was so angry, asking me how I could give him advice when I had just gone and left Kate. I told him that was different. He said I was lying. He shoved me and I swung for him. I walked off. I didn't know."

"He's probably twenty pounds lighter than you, half your size and half your age, and you swung for him?" Andy roared. "And if he was pent up as you say, what do you expect? He was right anyway!"

"I really wouldn't go there with that Andy." Matt growled.

"Oh, you want go there with that? Because there's plenty I could say to you. Plenty, don't you go there with me! You've done just about enough damage to enough people in a lifetime than I could ever hope to achieve."

"Kate?"

"Kate, her family, her baby…"

"What did you say?"

"Oh, I think you heard me. You left Kate pregnant. Another of your messes that I had to clear up…" Andy shouted.

C.I McMann jumped in at this point. The free officer grabbed Matt and led him from the room. Matt struggled to break away from the officer but C.I McMann was quicker.

"The pair of you, I don't CARE what your issues are, this is a HOSPITAL, that is a sick young man and if either of you don't want to be deported I'd pull it together right NOW! Don't you think we've got enough to deal with right now with people throwing bombs left right and centre without dealing with this kind of crap! Start with ME, just do and I'll bang the pair of you up, oh don't look at me like that Dr Brown, just try me!" for Andy had just rolled his eyes.

"Look, I just want to get my son out of here. I just want to get us home so that we can sort this whole mess out. I just want to make all of this right and put it all behind us. I just don't know how... I just want him to be well, with his family." Andy explained slowly, trying to calm himself.

"No you don't." A voice from behind caused both Andy and C.I McMann to spin to find the source. From the corner, Ephram was looking at Andy intently.

"No, you don't." Ephram repeated.

Andy stuttered. "I'm sorry Ephram?"

Ephram looked around, slightly confused, as though looking for the person to whom his this man was referring. Shrugging, he looked back to Andy. "Whoever you're talking about. Son? You don't want to help him. You want to just get back to 'normal'. How can it be normal when you've lied to him. What that guy said? You told his girlfriend to go. Didn't tell him he had a child. That's your grandson? Your Grandson. What happened to the baby? Do you care? I bet your son does. If it was me, I'd want to know, I'd want to know he was okay, I'd want my father to want to know that he was okay, to help me make sure that he was okay, to make sure that I was okay. All I see is you just want to take your son back home and pretend like everything is as it was before. But it's not, is it? Something major's happened, or let me guess, he wouldn't be here in the first place? So how can you still pretend nothing's happened? You can't ignore these things, you work them out and you include them because otherwise they just fester and destroy you. Don't you think? I'd talk to your son. To him, not at him. I'd help him. Not to help you, but to help him. That's the only way to show him you mean what you say. It's the only way to start bringing him back to you. If that's what you want… Otherwise you will lose him." Ephram raised his eyebrows and inclined his head in query.

Andy stood stock still, staring at his son. Turning to look at the inspector he also raised his eyebrows.

"What he said…" was her response.

"I know 'What he said'," Andy snapped, "where did that come from?"

"How would I know? I'm not the Doctor, Dr…" the inspector replied shortly.

Turning back to his son Andy was shocked to find him lying back with his eyes closed as though sleeping. Moving to Ephram and giving him a gentle shake Andy let out a deep sigh and his shoulders slumped. Ephram was sleeping. Turning and pulling a chair toward him, Andy sat down at his son's bedside, rested his elbows on the high bed and put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples with his thumbs. Watching from the back of the room, C.I McMann narrowed her eyes slightly as Dr. Brown reached out and touched his son's arm, as though checking he were actually there. Backing out of the room slowly she too sighed as she prepared to head back to the station to deal with this Matt character.

Andy reached out and touched his son's arm again. It was like a sanity check for him. Sometimes he couldn't believe that he actually had Ephram and Delia. As though he had been so elusive in his family home that he didn't understand how he had become lucky enough to have the family in the first place. Ephram in particular he sometimes felt that he must have dreamt up somehow. He was so special and so, Andy couldn't quite put a word to it, extraordinary for want of better that Andy couldn't quite believe he was actually there and was his. Had to keep giving himself sanity checks, for both of his children. When Ephram had left for Europe the physical grief that Andy had experienced had been numbing, and then the following emotions of maybe this was just a nightmare. Maybe if he could just wake himself up then it would all be okay. But then Delia would come flying through and the weight of mixed emotion of the love of his daughter and grief at the loss of his son would threaten to crush Andy's chest. It had been tearing him in two for months now. He couldn't believe the astuteness of his child. He knew that Ephram was right. Had split the heart of the situation right open. Andy suddenly had an inkling of the grief that Ephram must be feeling, which he, Andy had blocked out for his own ends. In order to keep his son in his life he had abandoned his grandson, no doubt as special as his father but discarded for his own ends. Andy felt physically ill. Ephram too, had lost his son, a child that he had never seen and never held. And regardless of what might have happened if Ephram had known, what would have been he and Madison's decision on her pregnancy, now this was his fault, all his and none other. And that was how Andy fell asleep that night, head on his son's bed mourning the loss of both his son and grandson, resolved to do whatever he could to make the situation better in any way that he could.

Andy was not sure what time it was when he awoke. The room was dark and nothing but the fluorescent light of the street far below penetrated it. Beyond the door he could hear nurses walking the corridors, doing their nightly rounds, but that was not what had woken him. He was suddenly aware of another noise in the room, a murmuring, panicking voice. Looking up and rubbing his eyes Andy could see that Ephram was sleeping fitfully. He was tossing and turning on the bed, muttering things that Andy could not understand, as though he was looking for something or someone and panicking that he could not find them. Suddenly, and this made Andy jump back, Ephram sat bolt upright in bed, looked wildly around. Seemingly realising that what he was looking for was not there Ephram let his head drop back and rubbed the heel of his hands against his temples, looking exhausted and a little as though he may be sick. Turning his head, Ephram looked at his father. Andy nodded his head towards his son in acknowledgement, careful to make no movements so as not to alarm Ephram in the darkness of the room. Ephram's eyes widened slightly when he saw his father. It was in his condition of half wakefulness that the breakthrough came.

"You're here?" Ephram murmured.

"Yes, Ephram, I'm here," Andy replied cautiously, not sure that his son knew to whom he was speaking.

"Where's Delia?"

Slightly startled, Andy responded, "At home. With Nina. How are you feeling?"

Ephram paused, as though considering this question. "Umm, yeah, ah, just a bit. I have a bit of a headache. Feel a bit sicky."

"Well, yes, I'm not really surprised. It's to be expected. You got quite wet apparently and I'd say you had a fairly substantial knock to the head."

Ephram raised his eyebrows in query, much as he had done earlier.

"What can I say? It's a mystery." Andy shrugged his shoulders.

Ephram started to cough violently. Doubled over, knees to his chest his face had gone stock white. When the coughing did not immediately abate, Andy moved forward and started rubbing his son's back, hoping to break the fit. When Ephram was finally still again, Andy handed him a small cup of water.

"Here, son, drink this, it'll make you feel better. "

Taking it gratefully, Ephram asked again, "Where's Delia? Is she coming in the morning?"

Looking at his son closely Andy asked carefully, "Ephram, where do you think you are?"

"I don't know…"

"No, Ephram, we're in England, you're in England."

Eyes wide, "But? What? England? But why would I be?" and then suddenly fully awake, "wait a minute? I remember. Why did you do that Dad? What are you doing here?"

Andy sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes with his fingers and thumb. "I don't know what to say to you Ephram. I don't. This thing that I did, I thought I was doing for the best, and I was just wrong. So very wrong. Whatever decision that there was to be made should have been made by you and Madison. It was none of my business, but now you've lost a child. Your child. And I can't begin to understand what you've been carrying around with you because of that. What I did has torn this family to shreds. You lost your child; I lost you, a grandchild; your sister lost a nephew. I don't know what to say to you. I want to help you. I want to try and make this better and I haven't known how to do that. But I think I have an idea now. I can only do it if you'll let me though. Will you let me Ephram?"

Ephram looked his father. Andy's face was swimming in front of him. His own emotions seemed disconnected somehow, as if they had been living in some other place for a long time now. He was tired and something was missing. He desperately needed to reconnect with something. His hands were fidgety. He needed to get back to his piano. He needed to beat his emotion out on the keys. He needed to go home, but was not yet ready to admit that to his father.

Sitting in the hospital room, father and son, looking at each other, one reaching out and one not yet prepared to bridge the gap, the silence created chasms. In the darkness Andy felt his face crumple. What in the name of God had he done?

Authors Note: I don't think all is quite as it seems here just yet...