Chapter 5 The uncovering of buried secrets.

Rodney McKay pov. Immediately after chapter 4.

I must be hallucinating.

I must be because my dead mother cannot be here. A dead person can't be here. And she was dead. I had seen the dark wooden casket. I had felt the cold edge of her gravestone. It's only then that I realize something that forever changes me life.

I had never seen the body.

Unlike Christine, I hadn't felt the warm scarlet liquid of blood. Unlike Danny, I hadn't seen dead lifeless eyes. Unlike my father, I hadn't smelt a scotch-coated last breath.

But that wasn't the only reason that I didn't think that it was possible for her to be here, alive and well.

Because she loved me and my family, and would not have left us. She would not have left her husband, my father, to be destroyed. She would not have left her youngest son, Danny, to commit suicide. She would not have left me to the horrible fate that had bestowed me those horrible memories.

Yet, she was here.

For this was her, here, alive.

"Robin?" a soft voice called, jerking me away from my thoughts. I turned and saw Jay. Jay was a lot taller and older then she had been when I last saw her. But she was still so much the Jay I had lost all those years ago. Jay with her long glossy black hair and sharp blue eyes. Jay with her combat boots and skinny jeans. Jay with her pale skin and crooked smile.

Only now something silver was held across her neck. The light glinting of the metal, making it appear to shimmer. I recognized a small dagger through the confused haze that my mind had come up with.

Because it was my mother that was holding the knife to my Jay's neck.

It was my mother that was causing dark scarlet liquid to flow down my half-sister's pale neck, staining the white collar of her shirt. Jay had already begun to pale drastically, her usual pale skin almost translucent. The blood had already begun to puddle at the edges of the collar and flow down her cream shirt in scarlet rivulets.

I thought then, that my mother was like a leopard.

A leopard tracing endless circles around her prey, daring it to move and yet bringing a promise of death if it did. A leopard stretching her claws and preparing to lunge.

She was also as graceful as a leopard. Her pale fingers placed just on the spot on the hilt that wasn't coated in blood. Her long and thick blonde hair just barely tracing circles on Jay's shoulder, close enough that I could reach out and touch it.

So close, yet so far.

"Robin... Help me… Please"

Jay's words brought me out of my thoughts. And I instead found myself looking into Jay's sharp blue eyes. Eyes that were full of pain and helplessness and terror.

"Mother, Stop! Please, just stop. I'll do whatever you want, Abby"

My mother, Abby McKay, smiled a bittersweet smile before she removed the knife from Jay's neck still keeping her in a tight grip. She said, "Yes you will"

Hawk sneered, "Why are you bothering to talk to them?"

Abby rolled her eyes and growled, "Please Hawk, just shut up, I am the one paying you remember?"

Hawk blinked and was silent in response. Abby leaned in close to Jay, "Also fortunately for you Jay, you aren't dispensable."

Abby then looked me straight in the eyes for a moment before she locked gazes with John. John was still standing beside me, and his hand had at some point wound itself around my wrist. When Abby looked at him he tightened his grip on me, his fingers digging into my wrist slightly painfully. Abby rolled her eyes at John's defensive and protective stance.

I decided it was time for answers.

"Why aren't you dead?" was my first question. Abby nodded to herself before she spoke, "Because I was never in the car. I faked the whole thing."

"Why did you fake your death?" Was my next question, To which she replied "I needed to escape, become what I used to be."

"Why did you leave me and Danny? Why didn't you take us with you?" Abby pauses at this before she spits out a quiet, "Cause I didn't want to deal with you"

Abby pulled her lips into a snarl and narrowed her eyes. "But looks like I wasn't fortunate enough to be rid of you."

I flinched. I found It hard to believe, After all my mom was one of the few people I trusted with my life. I had never flinched away from her, I had always felt safe and secure.

Until I didn't.

Now it was too easy to fall back a few steps and narrow my eyes. To block the fact that it was her that had listened to all my problems and wiped away all my tears, But maybe she didn't ever care about me. Maybe she decided that I wasn't worth the trouble. Maybe even she realized how useless I really was.

Useless.

I was useless.

I wasn't good enough to save Jay. I wasn't good enough to save Danny. I wasn't good enough to save Gall. I wasn't good enough to save Abrams. I wasn't good enough to save Collins.

I wasn't good enough to save anyone.

I then thought a thought that hadn't crossed my mind for years, A thought of such despair and pain that my hands began to shake uncontrollably. A thought that made me bite my lip until it bleed.

Would I ever escape my dreadful past?

But then Abby was talking again, spinning bittersweet words in her honey-coated voice. But these words were cold and threating, sounding so unnatural to me, "However you little friend that we captured with you Rodney..."

Things moved fast after that statement.

Abby grabbed the gun from Hawk.

Abby aimed at John.

John lunged foreword.

Jay slid away from Abby's grip.

I lunged forward.

A single gunshot rang out, echoing in the small room.

Please don't be mad at me (*Ducks the tomato that someone threw at me*). I really wanted to update this story, like really really wanted to. I was super excited about it, I wrote down all my ideas and turned them into a 3,400 word chapter. And then I was editing it when my computer started making weird loud noises, that scared the shit outta me because I was half-asleep, and then my computer turned itself off. I screeched at it and turned it back on, A big thank you to my neighbors for not doing anything as I screeched at the top of my lungs, and then guess what? I opened my documents and realized that I had lost everything... your not surprised are you?... I know, 'Excuses, Excuses' but really I will start updating faster and with longer chapters.

But anyways, more importantly to y'all, Who got shot? You will just have to wait until I post the next chapter, which won't be long I swear…

Also, thank you everyone who has kept up with this story despite the scarce updates. And I'll see you soon ~Leopardfang