Chapter number 9. Tearful reflecting.

"Everything was so perfect" Serena whispered stairing aimlessly across the room at the blank wall that was across from her bed in the hospital, bedside her sat Beth who had come back in after leaving her to talk to Jack. "The first time I met him I always knew there was something special about him... we were both on holidays in the gold coast... both trying to escape life" she sighed "then one day we just literally ran into each other on the beach" she continued slowly, "he had this warm half smile that just took away the pain I'd run away from and made me feel happy, and even though he'd just fallen into a fence from bumping into me, he was still a gentle men and made sure I was ok... One thing led to another and we were having dinner together, the candles were all lit... the moon was shinning across the water of the beach and there was nothing else but... us".

"Serena, please don't start talking like this" Beth begged, she couldn't stand the way she sounded like she was giving up hope, giving up on her future, and reflecting back on old times like there was nothing left for her.

"Talking like what?" she asked looking at Beth.

"Like everything you two had is gone, it's not gone, things are going to get better".

Serena then began looking motionlessly at the blank wall, "that's what everyone keeps saying".

"And their all right Serena, your a though girl, your not going to let this beat you" Beth tried to encouraged her.

"If only it was that easy to fight" she sighed sadly, "if only" she repeated herself, looking down at her hands as she started to cry once again for the millionth time that day.

"Oh, come on sweet, it's going to be ok" Beth told her rubbing her back, "it's going to be ok" she whispered.

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"Lara?" Tracey called out from her office door in the station.

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute please?"

"Ok, I'm coming" she called back closing a file she was working on on her desk. "What's going on?" she asked when she saw the look on Tracey's face.

"Some thing's come through on the security camera's" Tracey started.

"And..."

"Matt was sneaking around the station last night, he knows were on to him" she explained.

"Great just what we need" Lara commented sarcastically. "So do we know where he is now?"

Tracey shock her head, "sorry we've found nothing. Lara are you sure you don't have any idea where he might be hiding, I mean after all he is your brother".

"No" she replied shaking her head, "I hardly knew him, he was always very withdrawn, he was the odd one out in my family".

"Look, I'm sorry about all this, I know it must be hard for you" Tracey said sympathetically.

"It's ok" she answered, "If anyone should be sorry it's me, after everything he ever did I never thought he'd do something like getting involved with Sean Loyd".

"Like you said, you hardly knew him, it's not your fault".

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"So how are you holding up?" Martha asked Jack sitting down on the same chair she did every visit.

"I've been better" Jack told her, trying to smile.

There was a pause for a moment, "Dylan was asking to come and see you this morning" Martha told him uneasily.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he was kicking and screaming saying he wanted daddy" she explained, "Jack are you sure were doing the right thing?"

Jack just nodded, "you know what will happen if he keeps coming here Martha, as he gets older he'll see more than just me, he'll see the fact that this place is a jail full of crims".

"Yeah I know" she sighed putting her elbow on her knee and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, "It's just... his three, how am I supposed to tell him that he can't see you anymore".

"Look Martha, I really don't know, but your going to have an even harder time telling him that his father's a criminal when he's old enough to read the sign as he comes in".

"Your not a criminal Jack, you were protecting Dylan, Serena and me".

"The law doesn't see it that way, and by the time Dylan's old enough to know what jail is he's not going to see it any different ether".

"Jack he's your son, by the time he's old enough to know what murder is he'll know your a good person, not a criminal".

"My record says it all Martha".

"True... but can't we just do this slower, I mean, he used to come in here once every few days, now he can't come at all".

"I guess so, look this isn't any easier for me, I love Dylan and I want to be a part of his life, but I also want what's best for him, sooner or later he's going to go to school and there's going to be a lot of people asking him who his dad is, do you really want him to have to tell them that his dad's in jail?"

"No, I'm just saying..."

"Yeah I know he's only three. I guess we could do things slower" Jack compromised. "I miss the little guy already" he added.

"And he really misses you too, how about I bring him in next week?"

"Sounds good, then I guess we slow things down from there?"

"Yeah" she nodded confidently. They both gave each other a warm comforting smile, and they both locked eyes, nether of them could deny it for a second, the connection was still there, not that ether of them were going to say it out loud.

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The sun began to go down and one very distressed Jemma sat at the round wooden table next to the kitchen in the deserted house she was staying in with Matt, in her hand was a photo of her and Matt,it had been taken seven years ago on there wedding day. That was the day when they were both happy together, it had been a time where she had thought Matt was the most amazing guy in the whole entire world, he'd made her happy, he'd made her laugh, he'd made her feel things she'd never felt for anyone else, but all she could say was that he'd been a good lier, actually he hadn't just been a good lier, he'd been an excellent lier. "What happened to you Matt?" she whispered, "You were never like this... not till you met Sean".

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