A/N: I want to thank everyone for the awesome reviews and encouragement to keep writing this fic! I can never get enough of Revenge, even though it's over. It was a tragic and beautiful series and I just wish we could have seen more in the finale…So here's more evidence of how desperate I was to imagine my own perspective on what I think could have happened. Thanks for reading!

Completely stunned at seeing her sister in the doorway, Amanda tried to compose herself as she hastily wiped her tears; but the hopelessness and sorrow was still evident when she found her voice.

"What are you doing here?" She rasped.

Charlotte shifted her gaze to the floor and bit her lip as she refrained from snapping at her in reply. She and Emily, er- Amanda were still not on the best of terms or rather, she chose not to be on good terms with her. But her bitter attitude changed instantly once she reflected on the reason of why she decided to show up to the hospital in the first place.

She sighed and eventually looked up at her sister.

"…Dad sent me…"

Flashback to a few hours earlier.

A completely relaxed and serene Charlotte Clarke sighed with content as she walked through an open meadow, guiding one of the horses she brought along from her equine therapy sessions. Considering the disturbing encounter she had earlier with that persistent red head regarding her not so dearly departed mother and making it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with that witch's funeral, she couldn't think of a better time to get away from it all and clear her mind; especially since she had come so far in improving her lifestyle.

She led the horse to a nearby stream for a quick drink of water, enjoying the cool breeze and calm trickling sound of the brook when all of a sudden, her cell phone buzzed.

Weary that it was that pesky red head, she decided not to answer. Unfortunately, this did not deter the phone from ringing repeatedly. Once it became too much for the brunette to handle, she growled as she hit the "talk" button, ready to give the nettlesome woman a piece of her mind.

Until she heard the distressed raspy voice on the other line.

"Charlotte?! Charlotte is that you?"

"Who is this?" She replied with apprehension.

"It's me Charlotte; your father, David Clarke."

"D-dad?! Oh my go-wait…How did you get this number?" Charlotte replied in shock.

"…I got it from your sister, Amanda."

"Oh. And here I thought she would have deleted it by now like I did hers." Charlotte dryly mumbled to herself while rolling her eyes; not realizing that David heard her.

"So you did know." David stated in a matter-of-factly tone and a hint of anger.

"K-know what?" Charlotte replied hesitantly.

"That your sister was alive all this time, and of her true identity."

"…She told me. Before I met you, and shortly after I tried to commit suicide…" Charlotte replied honestly. She saw no point in trying to cover up. Not with him.

"What?! Charlotte why?! Why-"

"-You know I wondered the same thing!" Charlotte snapped, but then sighed heavily. "Look, I-I'm sorry that I didn't say anything before…But in all honesty, it wasn't my secret to tell. I felt awful about it though. I really did! And once I caught on that my mother was using her secret to her advantage to string you along, I wanted out! I couldn't take it anymore! It wasn't fair; not to you, or to Emily…"

"You're lucky that I was able to find out the truth and reconnect with your sister then. Did you ever try to reach out to-"

"No." Charlotte replied abruptly; not wanting her father to know the truth about how she only reached out to Emily for help when she accidently killed her kidnapper…or before that when she tried to burn her alive in the Stowaway.

"But why-?"

"Why the hell should I?! She didn't reach out to me when she decided to lie about who she was for the past 4 years! I suffered in ways that I never knew was possible, and instead of reaching out to me, she chose her damn vendetta of revenge against my family! And granted after hearing about everything that's happened to her and everything they did to other innocents, they deserved hell from her and in general, but she also punished me in the process when I didn't even do anything!" Charlotte exploded, but choked up as tears started to run down her face. "It didn't have to be that way! She-she could have told me! We-we could have been true sisters!"

"Charlotte, I know you're upset. And you have every right to be. I know you've been through a lot and I can only imagine the pain you've been through, but I guarantee that Amanda didn't mean for you to get hurt in this. She told me how much she regrets everything and how she didn't wish any harm on you whatsoever. I understand that she just wanted justice for what happened to me, but-"

"-Well good for her, at the cost of destroying my life! Give the girl a prize!" Charlotte spat.

"Enough! Like you're innocent in all this?! Don't pretend for a second that your hands are clean! Especially when they're the same hands that called Amanda to assist with an overdose cover up when in fact, it was an accidental murder that never would have happened in the first place if someone wasn't high on drugs and making a fool of herself."

"…"

"Yeah. She told me everything. She also told me what caused you to be driven to such extremities. I am truly sorry about Daniel…and Declan…and your baby. The loss is immeasurable…But you're not the only one who suffered loss."

He took her silence on the other line as a chance to keep talking.

"You lost your love, well so did others; especially Jack and Amanda. He lost his wife, and she lost her fiancé. You lost your baby, well Carl's currently being raised without a mother, and at least you have the possibility of having kids in the future if you want to, that chance was unfortunately taken away from Amanda for good...thanks to your brother…"

"What are you talking abou-wait a minute…The shooting!…I-I didn't realize-"Charlotte gasped softly.

"-Well when you're so caught up with drowning in your own misery and loss, it's hard to see others' perspectives or know the whole story altogether."

"What are you trying to say dad? So I'm not the only one who suffered pretty badly from all of this. So that makes everything she did okay?" She sniffed.

"No. Quite the opposite. Like I was trying to say earlier, the intentions for all of this are justified, but the actions taken are inexcusable. You both are more alike than you realize, even though you had different ways of dealing with pain. You tried to cope with your addiction to drugs, she coped with an addiction to revenge. But either way, it still didn't change the situation. What's done is done. What's lost is lost. And as much as I know both of you want to go back and do things differently and change the past…things can't be undone. The only thing you can do now, is embrace what you have left, while you still have it; which is why…despite everything, I'm asking you to do something that was the hardest thing for me to do, and will be one of the most hardest things for you too. Not even your sister could do it yet, but it's the only way to ever have any hope and I know you're strong enough to do it because I know that your heart hasn't gone completely dark and is still capable of loving…"

"…What is it?" She asked quietly.

"Forgive…"

"…"

"I need you to do this Charlotte, for yourself, and for your sister…She needs you now more than ever and I need to know that you both will be there for each other before it's too late and I'm gone…" He finished somberly.

"Wait-too late for what? And what do you mean, where are you going?" She asked.

A long pause was heard on his line.

"…I have lymphoma Charlotte…I'm in the fourth stage, it's already spread in my brain, and…I-I don't have much time…"

"What?! Oh my g-wh-why didn't you tell me?!" She cried.

"I'm sorry…I would have, but so much has been happening…You heard about what happened to your sister?"

"You mean how she killed my mom? Yeah, well if you ask me, I say good riddance! She was nothing short of a monstrous witch!" Charlotte spat bitterly through her tears.

"She wasn't dead. She faked her death in that fire in order to set up your sister to be framed for murder."

"…A-are you serious? That…T-that bitch! I have half a mind to come down there and kill her myself!" She exclaimed angrily.

"That's the thing…Amanda had the same idea in mind and almost went through with it, but there was no way I was going to allow her to cross that line; no matter how justified it seemed, there's no turning back once committing such an act. It's something you live with for the rest of your life; something I'm sure you know."

Charlotte winced at the sudden flashbacks that plagued her mind, but decided to continue the conversation.

"So…mom got away then?"

"No. Amanda didn't have the chance to pull the trigger…I did it before she could."

Charlotte gasped and nearly dropped her phone in the stream. "Y-you?! You killed Victoria?"

"I shot her, but she didn't die before getting one last shot in." David's voice grew more dejected in tone.

"Oh my go-a-are you hurt?! Did she shoot you?!" Charlotte sputtered in terror.

"Not me…She shot Amanda…" He choked.

With all the bitterness she displayed and hostile behavior regarding her oldest half-sister, you'd think the young brunette woman would have scoffed, shook her head, or shrugged it off as karma finally making its appearance where deserved, but this was in no way the case as more fresh tears poured down Charlotte's face.

"Oh no! Emily!" She sobbed. "I-is she dead?"

"I-I don't know…I was able to call 911 in time, but…"

"Wait aren't you with her? Where are you now?"

A pause followed by a distant siren was heard in the background.

"There's not much time Charlotte. Your mother posted cameras everywhere to capture the shooting…It's too late for me now. Please promise me that you'll be there for your sister!"

"I-I..."

"Please Charlotte!"

"I-I promise, but dad w-what about you?! What's going to happen to y-

"FREEZE! David Clarke, you are under arrest for the murder of Victoria Grayson."

"Dad?!"

"I love you Charlotte…"

After hearing the familiar mumble of the Miranda rights, and the clicking sound of handcuffs, the line went dead.

End Flashback.

"So yeah…I guess in a way, you could say that I'm here because of dad. Once he told me everything that happened…I-I know this is what he wanted. And after everything I put him through, I-I owed him so, here I am." Charlotte rubbed her arm uncomfortably and refused to give her sister eye contact as she explained everything that happened.

Amanda just sighed heavily and shook her head. "It's okay Charlotte. You don't have to pretend. I know you don't want to be here despite what dad said, so-"

"-You're wrong." Charlotte blurted cutting her off.

Amanda blinked at her in confusion.

"Listen…Truth be told, yeah, I'm here to honor dad's wishes, but…that's not the only reason. I-it's probably no surprise that despite everything, I seriously owed you. I mean with the whole O.D. cover up…and the fact that I tried to k-kill you before that…" She swallowed uncomfortably.

"Charlotte…"

"I hated you, you know." Charlotte spat. "I really did. After you told me about who you were a-and the things you did…everything started to make sense. You destroyed my family from the inside-out. And you know what? They deserved it! But why'd you have to make me a casualty in your damn war?! Do you have any idea what I've been through because of you?! How I suffered?! All because of your pointless cycle of hate?!" She nearly screamed.

Amanda winced as she felt tears blur her vision. "I-I know…And Charlotte I cannot begin to describe how sorry I am! If I could go back in time and change-"

"-But that's just it, isn't it?! You can't go back…W-we can't go back! No matter how much we want to, we can't change anything! It won't bring back the ones we love or lessen the damage that's been done!" She cried bitterly.

"And what sucks is that…Y-you were right about what you said before…I-I wanted someone to come and save me from the bad choices that I made…Because I-I didn't want to face the consequences of my actions…At least y-your intentions were just to right wrongs, me? I-I just wanted to escape my problems and choices and I did it in the worst way possible, not caring who got hurt in the process! So as it turns out, w-we're not all that different!" Charlotte sobbed into her hands.

"Char…P-please don't do that to yourself…" Amanda whispered, her voice weak and broken from crying.

"I have done unspeakable things myself you know. Conrad might have been the one to cause the explosion and Declan's death, but had I not been avoiding him, he-he could've still been alive! I-I lost my baby, I ruined a genuine family relationship with Jack, I-I killed someone, and I-I tried to kill you! So who the hell am I to cast stones when I-I'm just as guilty if not worse?!" She cried.

"…Oh Charlotte…"

"I'm just tired of it all! This-this endless cycle of pain and torture and-and hate! It's useless! There's nothing good that comes from it! Even when I found out what happened to you and that there was a possibility you could be dead, I didn't feel relief or solace. I-I felt nothing but regret; because when I look back on it…in a strange way, y-you were always there for me. Even if it wasn't in the way it should have been…You did reach out. And even after I thought you were dead, it still didn't change anything. So what's the point of still hating you? I-I want it to stop! So no, I'm not just here cause dad wanted me to do this…I-I want to make things right once and for all!"

She walked towards her sister who was now sitting straight up in the bed.

"I-I'm not saying that I'm still not extremely pissed off at you, a-and it's going to take a lot for me to forgive you…but-but if that's what it takes to end this pointless war of hatred, then…then I'm willing to try if you are…"

She held out her hand.

"So…What do you say?"

Amanda looked at her sister in complete awe. She saw no trickery this time as Charlotte tried to make amends, but instead, the aftermath of a wounded soul that somehow still had the capability to love and the desire to forgive…Something that she wish she had.

Her father's words rung clearly through her mind.

"All I ask, is that you promise to do the one thing that's been so hard for me to do…Forgive."

And she remembered where she stood on that clearly.

"That was a promise I couldn't keep..."

"I will never accept. And I will never forgive…"

"This is not a story about forgiveness…"

But maybe that was the key?

She exhaled the breath she was holding in as she looked down to see her youngest half-sister's hand still stretched out for her to take. Once she looked back up into her eyes to find any deceit or hint that this was all a ploy to gain trust, but saw nothing but sincerity, she ignored her outstretched hand and instead wrapped her arms around her in a soft yet firm embrace.

"…Thank you Charlotte…" She whispered gratefully.

"So…how are you feeling? After everything I mean?" Charlotte asked, brushing a strand of hair from her eye as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Sore…worried…and confused?" Amanda shrugged and sighed once more as she laid back down in the hospital bed. "You can probably guess what happened to dad, and…it's everything that I wanted to avoid. It's like my worst nightmare happening all over again and I'm…I'm once again powerless to stop it." She mumbled bitterly.

"We'll figure out something…I mean come on, don't you always?" Charlotte hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

"…It's not that simple now I'm afraid…It all happened live in front of those damn cameras and…I can't change it; especially when he made the murder evident along with the fact that he did it. I-I just feel like after everything…I failed him…"

"Don't say that." Charlotte commanded firmly.

"And to be honest, I don't even know how I'm alive right now! The last thing I remembered was being blindsided by Victoria when she shot me and-and then nothing…until I woke up here...Then it all came rushing back to me…"

Amanda then suddenly paused as she remembered the muffled sound of a conversation taking place while she was still gaining consciousness. She quickly turned to look back at Charlotte with wide eyes.

"It was you! You saved me…" She breathed in awe.

Flashback to a couple of hours earlier.

A completely distraught, exasperated, and livid Nolan Ross ran a hand through his dark, sandy hair as he listened to the physician once again turn down his request to get a status on Amanda.

"I don't care if you're the one who bought the very foundation where this building stands on! What part of 'family only' do you not understand Mr. Ross?"

"And what part of I could give a rich rat's ass do you not get doc?!" He snapped back in a spiteful tone. "I told you that I am family! Amanda Clarke is practically my sister! Granted that she's technically from another mister who I'm sure would love to verify this and put your proud, stiff neck in its proper place, but considering the circumstances…I'm the only family she's got right now which fully entitles me to-"

"-Nothing. Absolutely nothing according to HIPPAA law Mr. Ross. Unless you can get in contact with an actual family member of hers, I am going to keep saying the same thing that I've been explaining that is clearly wasting my time and probably the only coffee break I'm ever going to have today." The doctor dryly and curtly replied.

Technically there was no issue for Nolan. Not really. I mean give him ten minutes with his cell phone, or five with one of the abandoned computers the nurses were using to surf their Facebook pages, and he would have full access to her medical records, status, and dictations, along with adding himself as power of attorney if he wanted. But considering how it had been nothing short of a stressful day that toiled on his emotions to extreme levels, he settled on throttling the nonchalant physician's neck, but before he could stretch his hands out, a voice broke the tension completely.

"Then perhaps it would be better if you talk to me."

"And just who might you be miss?" The doctor asked dryly with a hit of apprehension in his voice.

"Charlotte Clarke…Amanda Clarke's sister."

Later…

"Is she going to make it?" Charlotte asked as she watched her unconscious sister through the glass.

"Time will tell. What she went through was extremely traumatic, but the surgery was a success! Your sister owes you her life." The surgeon replied.

"But she can never know how…Or rather…who…I-I'd rather tell her myself." Charlotte stated not tearing her eyes away from the scene.

"As you wish. But it's extraordinary we were able to find a match in time. Amanda's heart was damaged beyond repair. If you hadn't volunteered or made calls that led to an accurate replacement option for transplant …"

"It's what my father would have wanted…" She sighed.

End Flashback.

"I guess you can call us even then…" Charlotte shrugged as she turned to her sister. "But, there's one thing I still don't understand…Why were you so upset earlier? I don't think I've ever seen you so distraught..."

Amanda then closed her eyes painfully as she heaved a shaky breath and whimpered.

"Jack..."

"Jack? W-what about Jack i-is he alright?" Charlotte asked with concern.

Amanda just shook her head, her breath becoming shorter and shorter as she tried to contain her emotions; but to no avail, she broke down once more; intensifying the pain she felt physically in her body and making her wince and groan in agony as a result.

"Amanda? Wha-"Before Charlotte could reach out for her, Amanda's heart monitor began to go off; alerting the medical crew of the sudden disturbance.

"Miss we need you to step outside; nurse, what's her status?" One of the physician's ordered.

"Her heart rate is spiked higher than we'd like. We need to take action now." One of the nurses replied.

Charlotte looked on as she was pushed outside the room; hating the sense of helplessness she felt in that moment.

To be continued.