Author's Note: This is cozy. No bringing them back from the dead with crazy ass vampires and gods. Nope, well…So…This is the last chapter, and should wrap it all up. Yep, that's about it…Well, no, it's not. In this chapter I regress back to the italics. BOBBY IS IN PLAIN TEXT. ALEX IS IN ITALICS. It might get a little confusing, but nothing that some good thinking won't cure. ; )

AGAIN: BOBBYPLAIN TEXT and ALEXITALICS until specified

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. If I did I wouldn't need to write fan fiction, would I?

Chapter Six: The Beginning of the End (of a cliché name)

Robert Goren enjoyed mornings. The entire house was quiet, and Alex's breathing was timed with his. His fingers threaded their way through her hair. She was so perfect. One of his arms curled under her hips and pulled her closer. His Alex. His beautiful Alex was always here. No one could ever take her away from him now, and Katty would always be his too.

Bobby brushed his fingers against Alex's cheek. Leaning down to gently kiss her lips he felt her right hand clench and then unclench. He paused. Pulling back and looking at her he could see her eyes moving rapidly below her lids. Nightmare. "Alex, come on, wake up. It's just a dream-a bad one." He glanced at the clock-7:58 AM. Morning person or not, he was waking her up. She could kill him later. It wouldn't do her any good to scare him and Katty. "Alex," he hooked one arm under her back and the other around her shoulders. "Wakeup."

Breathe. It hurt. She needed to breathe. Everything hurt. She was in too much pain. Her side was on fire. How could they expect her to breathe? Alex managed to crack her eyes open. Lights. Red and blue. They were flashing. She groaned. Everything was on fire.

Bobby peered down at Alex. Her body arched up, and her muscles contracted. Something was wrong. Bobby knew it. Her eyes opened once then closed. He could hear her groan. Bobby didn't know what to do…

Red crept into the edges of her eyes. What was happening? She tried to move, she tried to breathe, but she couldn't. Everything was on fire. What was going on? "Bobby…" Her eyes went black.

Alexandra Eames died at 8:02 AM.

Bobby's fingers closed around Alex's as her eyes shot open and her body jerked upwards. She ran into his chest with her hands in fist. Bobby let go of her hands in the confusion. Her eyes were wide, and Bobby was sure that this was the only moment in which Alex had ever worn the preposterous deer-in-the-headlights expression. He watched as her breathing slowed slightly, and her eyes began to take in his form before her.

Alex's hands slid slowly up his chest. Her gaze followed her hands and her lips were parted. Bobby closed one of his hands over hers. Alex's head jerked up and towards his face. She looked scared and relieved and happy and confused and…Bobby felt his thoughts fade. His vision went black.

His body jolted up. His eyes scanned his room and Bobby's breathing began to falter and quicken. White sheets, white walls, IV's, a TV, a calendar, a shelf with jea-A calendar. His well trained eyes caught the date. It couldn't be right. I couldn't, and he couldn't be here. He was with Alex and Katty. He was with Alex and Katty. Oh god, he couldn't lose Alex and Katty. Bobby's body gave in to the exhaustion and sudden separation.

The nurses hurried through the hallways to Bobby's room, and the second hand on the clock in his room slowly clicked into the upright position. It was 8:03 AM.

The tug on Alex's body brought her fully upright and pressed against a very warn, very familiar chest. She breathed in. BOBBY! How? How could this be her Bobby? She let her hands run up his chest, and smiled. This was her Bobby. The black t-shirt covering his skin did nothing to stop the warmth slowly spreading through her arms. Her eyes wandered with her hands until she felt a gentle pressure on her right hand. Bobby. He was holding her hand. He was touching her. He was real. Bobby was real. This had to be real.

She blacked out.

Bobby let his body get use the cold feeling slowly creeping across it. He sighed. It would be like that now. They were never real. How could they have not been real? Alex had been solid under his hands, her flesh warm and soft, and Katty had been real. Katty had to have been real. After the hours and nights spent holding her he would know if she wasn't. He would know if his mind had finally retreated to the safety of his dreams. He should've known that it wasn't real. He had dreamed four years and it had been three months. Bobby hugged himself. He wanted Alex again.

But they had seemed so real…

Her body jerked again It was 8:03. This time it was not into the comforts of Bobby and safety. This time it was into pain and fire. Why was everything on fire? She had to get to Bobby, and she had to touch him again. She had to see him.

Her mind focused on what had happened. She had been walking…It was dark…The search for their suspect! Her fingers tightened over air, but in her mind she was once again pulling the trigger. Her body was falling. She hit the ground hard as a doctor slowly pulled her stitches closed. Her eyes fluttered. The pain was sharp, and quick. However, it was subsiding. The pain was ebbing away. She had to get to Bobby. She had to see him; talk to him; touch him. She had to tell him.

"Bobby, I love you."

Her words were lost on the doctors and nurses as they leisurely filled out of her new room. She would live, and they were done with her for now. It was 8:04 AM.

"Alex, I miss you." Bobby's words did not go unheard by the nurses tending him now. They knew nothing of his life, and had no idea who he was, but they could guess. They could guess at whether it was the small copper haired woman that came every other day and stayed for hours; sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the night. They could guess if it was the tall dark man, the small raven haired woman or the older gray man, but they would place their bets on the small one because she was the only one that cried and begged for forgiveness.

It was 8:05 AM and time for her to come. He had been patient in his coma, but now they wondered if he would wait for her-forever and always.

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