Summary: Tim gets some gifts small and large. But can he trust them? Spoilers: after season 4. Note: These characters are not mine.

Tim read and re-read the part in the will where his name was mentioned, but he still couldn't believe it.

When his mother awoke, Tim was sitting right nearby, looking at her.

"Hey," he said softly. "How you feelin', Mom?"

She rubbed her eyes. "Alright. I've felt worse. Could I have some water, honey?" she asked.

He helped her drink several swallowfuls.

She noticed the will sitting on her night table.

"Surprise," she said. "I was hoping it wasn't gonna be awhile until you found out - I prefer to keep livin' for awhile. And looks like I'm gonna make it." She smiled gently.

"Not to pry and all, but how'd this property come about, Mom?" Tim asked. Truth was, he didn't know much about her family.

"A great aunt of mine, back in Montana. When I was little, she'd braid my hair this special way that made me feel like a princess. I'd always sit next to her at family dinners and she'd tell me stories. She'd married a Texas oilman and they had several pieces of land in these parts. This was just one of many. Was I surprised when she willed it to me a few years ago, God bless her soul."

Tim shook his head. He just wasn't used to good graces like this, particularly involving himself.

His mom continued. "I want to build a house on the lake. Maybe move there and get you boys to stay with me. Build enough rooms so's you could have your own. I know Melissa would love to spend more time with her big brother… brothers," she corrected herself. "Billy too. Even if it'll take awhile before he can deal with me."

She turned her head away from Tim, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"Hey, Mom, it's alright…" Tim whispered.

She looked at him. "Nothing could ever make up for the terrible things I've done to you boys, leaving you with your father who couldn't even take care of himself, much less you. But there's still time. We still have time."

"And I want you to help me build the house, Timmy. I could pay you a salary, and that way I'd know I'd get what I want. Walt said you're good with your hands."

"Man!" Tim sputtered. "That'd be unreal,…" He shook his head; so much was happening so fast. A family, AND a job?

But could he just forgive his mother like that? His old mistrusting self couldn't just accept the situation without suspecting the worst.

Truth was, after prison, he was ready to open his heart to whatever generosity fell his way, after a life of bitterness and bad breaks.

"True - it ain't gonna be easy to get a job after servin' time, and this would take care of that," Tim said. "I mean, yeah, I did somethin' bad, but I was just tryin' to make a livin', like everybody else. Save up enough money to…"

The irony stopped him.

"To buy a perfect piece of land with a lake on it. Just like this property here," he said, pointing to the will. "Though I have to stay in the halfway house for another two months with this thing on." He pointed to the ankle bracelet.

Melissa stuck her head into the room. "Mommy? You okay?" She ran over and threw herself on the bed, causing everyone to laugh.

They hugged. "Hi baby, yep, I'm okay. Feelin' better every day. Looks like your brother here is gonna be around a lot more, help out with some big projects. Would you like that?" She winked at Tim, who grinned. Becky stood by the door, exchanging surprised looks with Tim.

"Yeah!," Melissa said. She threw herself at Tim, who hugged her back. She ran over and took Becky by the hand.

"Okay Timmy, so the deal is, you finish your time at the Nest, and when you're done, I'll be well enough so's we can get this project goin'. How's that sound?," Rita said, with more energy than before.

Tim was at a loss for words. "Yeh. Yesss," he said. "One thing, I think Walt won't be around for awhile, I kinda scared him off. I'll take a look at the water heater and make sure it's workin' before we head back to the Nest."

"Your father. One thing I can say for him – he is consistent," his mom said, shaking her head.

-/-/-/-

Later, as Becky was driving him back to the home, he broke down in tears.

"Tim? You okay? She handed him a tissue."

"Becks… Why do I feel like this is too good to be true? Like it's a bad joke, and the punchline will take it all away?," Tim said.

"I have a really good feeling about this, Tim," Becky said. "I believe in karma, and all that bad karma you've had your whole life is turning around. Just you wait and see," she said, smiling at him.

"You're always so damn positive," Tim laughed, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. He had a lot to look forward to, suddenly.