So sorry for not updating this. I was preoccupied with my other story, "Shadows on the Hill." But that story is finished now and this will be the second thing I focus on. Thank you for your patience!

Not really pleased with this chapter. I'll try and make the next one longer to make it up.

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Duck looked out of the car window, watching the blurry green color from trees. He rested his elbow on the door and kept his hand near his mouth. He remained silent even though a million things were running through his head. His hands found each other, and he started to nervously twiddle his thumbs around. It was something he did when he was scared. And it matched the occasion, considering that's what he was. Duck probably wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was scared to see the girl he had lived across the street from. His mother had explained to him that Clementine may not be the way he remembered her. That she was in what his mother called a 'special place'. So yeah, he was scared. But also concerned. He was determined to see her.

"You alright?" Kenny noticed his sons behavior. He and Duck may not have done all the things they use to. Playing catch, going fishing, or any other activity due to the recent family issues, but he still knew when his son was put off.

Duck shrugged, trying to act tough in front of his father, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Kenny kept his eyes on the road, "You know, if you don't want to do this then you don't have to"

"I know," Was Ducks quick response, "But maybe I want to."

"If you're so sure," Kenny sighed.

The truth was, Duck started to feel defensive about his friend because of his dads attitude. But the boy didn't say anything, knowing there was no real reason to argue. Instead, her just ignored Kenny's comment and tried to think of it as not disrespectful, but caution.

"You know, Duck," Kenny started a conversation back up while keeping both eyes on the road, "I've been meaning to talk to you."

The statement caught his attention. Curiously, he looked over at this father, "What about?"

"About your mother and I," He deadpanned, as he fidgeted around in his seat, "Listen, I know our fights and overall problems haven't been easy for you. I want to know how you're doing. It's important to me."

"What?" Ducks heart raced just a bit faster as his thumbs froze. After he processed what was said he shrugged and looked back out the window, "I'm fine. What makes you think I'm not?"

"Duck, I know you better then that. How are you feeling? Am I in the wrong? Is your mom in the wrong? What do you feel?" The man kept digging.

Ducks lips parted slightly as he realized what was going on. His father was trying to know who's side he was on. Probing him for information that Duck did not wish him to know. He knew the signs. This whole thing, agreeing and taking him to meet Clementine was probably just him sweeting him up. Like how Kenny gave his friend, Chuck, some beer when asking the same question. Duck mentally panicked, not wanting to be part of this conflict more then he already was.

"We can talk about it later," Duck quickly answered.

The rush in his voice did surprise Kenny a bit. Kenny made a turn while responding, "Are you sure? It would be easier to just talk about it now."

"I'm thinking," Duck kept making excuses, "I... I have a lot on my mind. Clementine, you know?"

"Right," Kenny would've hit himself over the head if he wasn't driving, "right, you're right. Sorry. I know you have other things on that mind of yours. Sorry son."

Duck said nothing else in return, not wanting to talk to his dad in case his theory was true. They drove the rest of the way in silence. It must've been about an hour before they had finally reached the place. Duck looked up at the hospital. His brown eyes examined the dark, dark windows. He couldn't see through them. That bothered him for some reason.

Kenny and his son both entered the place. They walked in the directions that Ed and Diana had given them.

"Stop lying to me!" Clementine demanded of 'Luke' as she backed up a bit.

Logan sighed and inched a little bit closer, "Clementine, I promise I'm not lying to you."

"Yes you are!" She insisted, her eyes filling with tears and she folded her arms and pressed them hard against her mind section, "That's all you do! All you do is lie to me! He's not coming here! He's dead! Stop tormenting me!"

'Clementine, he's going to be here soon, five minutes at most," Logan tired to persuade her in the softest voice he could muster, "Don't you want to see him? Isnt he your friend? Haven't you missed him?"

"Luke! Stop it!" She yelled while backing even further in the corner, "He's dead!"

Logan shook his head and kneeled down to get a better look at her, "I promise he's not."

"Don't!" Tears started to leak from her eyes. She recalled what had been told to her just a couple days ago about promises, "You'll break it! You'll break it like how everyone else does! How everyone else has!"

Logan looked at the clock, he would have to go greet Duck and Kenny soon, "Look, Clem, I'll be back in a few minutes and prove it to you, alright?"

"Stop it," SHe pleaded again, closing her eyes, "Just please stop it."

The doctor sighed again before opening the door and walking out. When he went out to head back to his office, assuming that Jane had seen the two and sent them there. He allowed that. His guess was confirmed as correct when he walked in, eyeing the two. He could see the resemblance. The same eyes and the same nose. Logan offered a smile, one only Kenny returned while Duck just looked at the man. Logan walked to his desk and greeted the pair.

"Hello," He kept smiling, looking at the child, "You must be Duck."

He gave a simple nod, "That's me."

"Are you excited to see Clem?" He asked of the boy, acting that the thirteen year old was more like five.

Duck knitted his eyebrows, whether out of annoyance or from uneasiness it couldn't be told, "Yes... Can I see her now?"

"Duck," Kenny lightly scolded, "Let Logan talk to us for a bit. Sorry."

"No, no!" Logan chuckled, resting his arms on his desk, "It's quite alright. I'm sure the boy is just eager. Aren't you?"

Duck narrowed his eyes at Logan, "Sure."

"Well," Logan cleared his throat, "I'm sure that you know that Clem is going to be a little different when you see her. Not like how it was when you lived by each other, that's for sure. Well, you should expect her to push you away. It's not going to be the happiest of reunions with the running towards each other in slow motion and hugging tightly. She thinks you're dead. Gone. She's probably going to yell aat you and I wouldn't be surprised if she even avoided contact. So just be carful and you'll be fine."

A few more words between Kenny and Logan were spoken. Duck hadn't been listening. He was to distracted by the thoughts in his head. Realization hit him hard. In a couple minutes, he was going to see Clementine. After three long years, he was going to see his best friend again. Would she do as Logan said and push him away? Or would she get a grip on reality and come back to him? Would his visit help or hurt? And for who?

Kenny finished signing papers. For whatever it was. Duck didn't know.

"I'll be waiting in the lobby," Kenny informed his son while giving him a pat on the back, "You go on with Dr. Logan and come out when you're ready."

Duck gave a firm nod while they separated. The hall was quiet. He could hear Logan's footsteps as well as his own.

"Almost there, " The doctor muttered.

Duck wasn't sure if he was suppose to hear that, so he didn't say anything back. They were finally at the end and logan put his fingers on the shiny doorknob.

"Well boy," He spoke up as he began turning it and opening the door, "Hope you're ready."

And the next chapter shall be of Ducky's visit.

Hope you're liking the story so far!

Reviews please! they motivate me.

BATMAN OUT ;)