Storm and Michael finished pushing the last piece of furnisher back in place and took a step back appreciating their hard work. Then it grew silent as their minds wandered to Trevor. Michael spoke "Well, so begins the healing process" he turned to Storm kissing her forehead "I'm emotionally exhausted so I'm going to bed, night sis."

Storm stood alone for a few more minutes then went upstairs to bed. She tried to sleep but couldn't. She tossed and turned as she heard the wind pick up outside. She started to sweat as her irritation grew. Her anxiety rose as she couldn't stop having small dreams of Trevor. Finally she got up and went downstairs. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and camera. She pulled out the DVD and popped it into the DVD player. She curled up on the couch with her bottle of whiskey and a blanket as she replayed the memorial and all the stories people told about Trevor. A few tears rolled down her face as she tried to mask her pain with another swig of whiskey. Suddenly the back door whipped open from the wind. She jumped from the sound of the glass pane of the door hit the wall. As she went to the door to close it she walked out to the back porch. She saw the palm trees shaking under the pressure of the wind. Her short hair flew around her head as she looked up at the sky. Trevor must be angry she thought as she re-locked the door.

She went to the kitchen to grab a snack before returning to her seat on the couch. When she passed the hallway she saw a figure. She stopped and looked at it. It was Trevor. She hit her forehand "Stop it brain, he is never coming back." Then the figure started to walk towards her. She stood still as the stove light case light of the shadow.

"Figures I would be late to my own funeral" It really was Trevor. His face was covered in ashes, his clothes were ripped and tattered, and his arms were scrapped up and scared.

"Trevor…" Storm started to cry hysterically. She reached for him and he went to her holding her in his arms.

"Don't cry, I'm here now" She looked at him and put her lips to his in a hurry. She threw her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately their mouths kneading together in a rhythmic pattern. He hands held his face as her thumb caressed his cheek. Her tears fell between their lips as they continued to kiss. He picked her up setting her on the counter, his touch made her shiver. She wrapped her legs around him and held his head in her hands as they continued to move close almost becoming one.

They disconnected for air. She was breathing heavy her eyes still red with tears of shock and joy "I love you Trevor Philips, I love you so much. Never let me go again."

He smiled "I love you too Storm." They kissed some more, but Trevor pulled away at the sound of the DVD in the living room. "What is that?" She got off the counter leading him to the living room. He saw everyone crying for him, he heard the stories they told. Storm looked at the reflection of the T.V. in Trevor's wide eyes. "Everyone was upset about my death?" his mouth hung open in shock. Storm hugged him as she nodded yes. Tears spilled over hi lid as he shut his eyes trying to stop them. "I figured everyone wouldn't care, or would be happy."

Storm stopped the DVD "We love you Trevor, you heard what they said. Sometimes it's hard to show someone how much you appreciate them until they are gone." She looked at his face that was still watching the blank TV as he thought. "Come on" she said grabbing his hands "you're all dirty, I don't like seeing you lick this, go wash up."

He pulled her to him "Well you aren't so clean yourself" She was covered in the black ash from his face and clothes. "Let's wash up together."

They laughed as they snuck up the stairs together. Storm locked her bedroom door as the two made their way to the bathroom. They kissed as the hot water ran. They wiggled their clothes off, and got in. Storm washed his arms and chest as the soapy hot water ran on their skin. Trevor kissed her neck and shoulders as she ran the wash cloth on him. She kissed his wounds and scars. The hot water made their skin warm and red as they continued to kiss. She went to turn the water off but Trevor grabbed her, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. She moaned in pleasure and giggled as he moved to her ear nibbling on it. "I forgot how good you taste." She giggled again as they got out of the shower. Trevor dried off as Storm went to the closet to get him his shirt.

She gave the clean clothes to him "Perfect" his face was clean and so was his body, his wounds were also looking much better. She didn't want to ask any questions tonight she just wanted to swim in his warm and presence. She led him the bed and they climbed under the covers. She was so exhausted she fell asleep instantly now that she was in Trevor's arms. He did the same for the last couple of days were just as rough for him.

The next morning, Trevor and Storm woke up early. They went down stairs and made breakfast in the kitchen. They laughed as Trevor held her by her waste as she fried the bacon. They kissed in between talking. Michael smelled the bacon as he woke. He thought it was Amanda making breakfast, but she was still next to him in the bed. He got up to check on the kids and Storm. Tracey and Jimmy were still asleep, but Storm wasn't in her room "Probably couldn't sleep." He said as he made his way down the stairs. "Smell good Storm, what are you-" he stopped as soon as he entered the kitchen. His face was in shock, his mouth hung open.

Trevor talked with a mouth full of pancakes "Hey, Mikey, did ya miss me?" He laughed as pancake fell from his mouth.