This is the last chapter. Will it continue? Who knows. :) Thanks for reading and the replies.

Later That Day

After being humiliated at his occupational therapy lessons Walker found it really hard to concentrate on the drills that John put him through. After only twenty minutes of hand eye coordination drills John stopped then shook his head. Walker cursed under his breath then sat down heavily onto the mat, ashamed at himself for letting his embarrassment take over his mind.

"What's going on?" John took off the focus pads then sat down in front of Walker. "Did therapy go that badly?"

Walker slowly nodded. "Yeah, I did." He took a deep breath then looked up at his son. "Just found out about something that will slow down therapy."

"What is it?" When Walker didn't answer he sighed heavily. "Listen, you need to talk this out."

"Talk what out? I'm fine, I just need to clear my head." Walker began to stretch his arms as he tried desperately to avoid his son's glare. "Let's just get back to the drills."

"Tell me what happened at therapy." John cursed at his father's quiet stubbornness then stood up. "I'm getting tired of your pride. I've dealt with it enough!" He shook his head. "I don't know how Trivette and Alex handle it, guess their just accustomed to your prideful stubbornness." He began to pace back and forth. "I'm not sure if I can get use to it."

Walker was so stunned by John's outburst that he actually began to feel worried about their relationship. And then another emotion came over him like a wave. Fear. Why was he feeling fear? Wait. This was the feeling he always got when something bad was about to go down. He hadn't felt this sensation since the day of his attack. Almost instantly memories came at him, ones he thought he lost that day. He tried to focus on John's words, but found himself quickly fading.

Shadows. Light. He stepped into an alley, why he couldn't really remember. He had heard a woman's scream. No wait, a young girl's. In the alley he saw her whimpering, cowering in a door of a building. He had bent down to check her out, she seemed scared.

"Run." She said. "Run."

He felt confused then heard a rustle from behind. He turned to check it out to see a large chunk of asphalt hurdling towards him. Pain. Unbelievable pain. He couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't even think. Footsteps. Voices. His eyes now open. How? He saw a man, smiling, gripping the large stone chunk. Horror. Fear.

"No." Was that him, didn't sound like him. "Don't."

The man raised the chunk of rock. Slow. Time seemed to have stopped. Blinding pain as the heavy object slammed into his face. Bones cracked, blood splattered. Numbness. Then blackness.

John ran to Walker who had began to sweat and shake, his eyes glazed over. He wasn't having a seizure, the breathing was too deep. As he got nearer he could hear his father mumbling something over and over again. Flashback? That had to be it.

"Dad, hey dad it's okay, it's just a flashback." Walker's eyes blinked several times as they began to clear. "It's okay." He felt so bad for saying the words he just said and began to get worried. "Dad, you're scaring me."

The fog in Walker's mind lifted enough for him to see John's face in front of him. His son appeared to be crying, why would that be? Then he remembered what he had just seen and buried his head in his hands. He began to cry, something he hasn't done since Angela's birth. Man, was this ever embarrassing, especially in front of John.

John gave him a hug then patted his back. "Let's get something to eat."

Outside the Gym

Two hours, that's all the time he had to wait it out before he attempted to kill the Ranger, once again. He turned to Johnny to see him nibbling on his fingernails, his foot shaking nervously. He didn't really want to do this so Clyde had to bully him into coming with him. He flipped open a newspaper he had brought along then began to read. He went through three pages before he felt Johnny frantically tapping his shoulder. Irritated he pulled the paper down to see Walker and his son exited the gym.

"Shit!" He threw the paper down then started his car up. "They weren't suppose to leave till another two hours. Something must have happened." He sped up then cut the men off in broad daylight, knowing it was a risk, but one he had to take. As he got out of the car he grabbed his club then ordered Johnny to cover the kid. "Walker! I'm back to kill you!

John tried to push his father back, but Walker wouldn't budge. "Dad! Get out of here!"

Walker shook his head. "No!" The feeling he felt in the gym didn't go away, in fact it just intensified making him shake. He stared the man down that had tried to take his life several months ago. "If you want to fight, let's fight!"

Brookdale twirled the club in his hand then laughed at the Ranger's words. "Do you think you're ready!"

He watched as Johnny rushed the son, using Walker's lack of vision to his advantage. Before anybody had time to react Johnny tackled the son to the ground then slammed the club he was holding hard into the man's face.

"NO!" Walker rushed at his son's attacker who threatened to hit him again. "Stop! Please, don't hurt him!" John moaned, his hand going to his broken noise. "John! Hang on!"

Clyde began to laugh, but as Walker spun around he quickly stopped. The look the Ranger had in his eyes showed a man possessed with anger. He swallowed hard, flexed his hand tighter around the club then ran towards Walker. The Ranger stood his ground till Clyde came just a few feet from him then Walker moved to the side. As he did so, his knee went up, driving into Clyde's stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for air, his hand still gripping the club.

Walker stared down at the man who had tried to kill him three times. "Just give up, Brookdale." He jumped back as the man swung the club, trying to hit his legs. Walker swung his leg back, ready to slam his shoe into the man's face when he heard a loud smack and a cry of pain. "John!" His attention went to his son who was now cradling his bloody face. "Stop it!"

Distracted Walker didn't notice Clyde climbing to his feet till it was too late. He turned towards his attacker in time to get a hard hit to the side of his face. Pain immediately shot through his jaw as he heard it crack. Not good. His right side had the most damage done during the first attack and he could feel his retainer had been bent. He quickly popped it out of his mouth, threw it on the ground then got into his fighting stance.

"Fake teeth! Man, I really messed you up, didn't I?" Clyde began to circle Walker, desperately trying to get into his blind spot. "Johnny, force him to stand." Johnny pulled on the son's shirt till he got him standing, which gave Walker a clear view of his bloody face. "Walker, your son will suffer!" Johnny slammed his club into the man's right knee which made him cry out in pain.

Hearing his son's cries of agony tore at Walker's heart, which got him distracted once again. He saw movement to his right, a blurry image coming straight towards him. Instinctively he raised his right arm which blocked the club from hitting his face. However, Clyde swung with such force it instantly broke Walker's arm. He let out a cry of pain as he stumbled backwards.

"Dad!" John grunted as the man hit him in the lower back with the club. "Watch out!"

John's warning came too late, Clyde slammed the club straight into Walker's skull, right above the right ear. Pain shot through his head, but Walker had to remain calm. He began to relax his body, to allow his brain to focus. He got back into his fighting stance, his mind now so focused he barely could feel the pain in his arm and head.

Brookdale swung the club once again, this time Walker managed to grab it then twisted. This got a wince from his attacker who still held firm on the wooden weapon. Walker brought his elbow up, hoping to slam it straight into Brookdale's nose, however he missed and managed to hit the eye instead. Stupid depth perception. He tried again, this time landing on his mark.

"My nose!" Clyde spat out blood and stumbled back. "I'm going to get you for this!"

Walker rushed in with several punches while Brookdale was slightly distracted. He landed several which sent fire up his injured right arm. Then he slammed his knee straight into Brookdale's chest, which got a crack and a yell from the attacker. He laced his hands together then slammed down so hard on Brookdale's shoulder he could actually feel his broken bones shifting. He let out a cry of agony then collapsed in a heap, the pain so powerful it took over his mind. But he had to see if Brookdale was down.

"Clyde!" The other attacker let go of John who fell onto the cement. "No!"

"It's over." Walker grimaced as he glanced at Brookdale to see him laying on his back, out cold. "Give up." Police sirens filled the air which got the man nervous. "Drop the weapon."

"No!" The man sprinted off, leaving his friend behind.

"Dad!" John quickly clambered over to Walker as a police unit pulled up next to them. "Are you okay! I'm so sorry for what I said in there. I didn't…"

Walker sat up with his son's help, his head swimming as he did. "It's okay." He smiled which reminded him of his broken jaw. "How are you?"

"My face hurts like hell." He patted his father's shoulder as a paramedic ran up to them. "Help him first."

The paramedic nodded and urged Walker to lay back down who complied without arguement. "I see medical alert tag."

Walker nodded. "Epilepsy." He watched as police officers picked Brookdale off the ground, handcuffed him then read him his rights. This sent such satisfying relief through Walker's mind that he relaxed then smiled. "It's over." He glanced to his son to see him being taken care. "It's finally over."