Author's Note = Thanks to all who posted comments on this story. :D Sorry it's been awhile, but hopefully this last chapter is good enough for ya'll. Merry Christmas!

One Year Later

The cool winter air didn't phase Walker one bit as he made his way across the frost covered grass. In the last year he has adapted very well with his current disability and now spent a few hours a day sculpting. He didn't know how the artistic gift suddenly came up, but it saved his sanity. Instead of venting on his family or friends he would put his energy in sculpting wild animals.

Once he got into the barn he checked on his horses then made his way up to the loft. Here, he turned on several lights before stepping up to his workstation. Scattered on the wooden surface was various tools and dried pieces of clay. He took a deep breath, sat down on a stool then opened up a tub. After grabbing a large piece of clay he closed the lid and began to knead it like dough.

As of late there has been a small interest from schools and libraries for his sculptures. In fact one school actually commissioned Walker to make a wolf to display in their foyer. They gave him a rough idea, but it was the first time that he actually had to work with an image in his head.

He began to form the main body of the wolf knowing the sculpture had to be of a good size, the biggest he has made thus far. Once he had the rough outline done, he began to figure out the wolf's stance. The library wanted the wolf in a stalking position which was unique. It meant that Walker will have to figure out what the base would be like.

A soft creak told him he was getting a visitor to his little studio and a weird feeling told him it was his brother. It was strange how he and Corbett have started to get the twin sense. He had heard Michael and John talking about it, but Walker never quite understood what they meant till now.

"Hey Corbett." He stopped working on the legs for a moment to make a mock-up base out of cardboard. "What's going on?"

"Got a few pictures to show ya." Corbett went to the workbench and put down a small stack of photos. "There are ten buildings that all hold promise. Now, I actually have to choose one." He shook his head. "How do you know it was me?"

Walker laughed. "Call it a twin thing." He glanced up at his brother with a smile. "Let me see what you have here." He wiped his hands on a moist towel before he picked up the pictures. "Have you figured out a name for the gym yet?"

Corbett gave a shrug as he sat down next to Walker. "Not really sure. Thinking of naming it; 'Firewalker Gymnastics.'" He began to play with a small piece of clay as he nervously bounced his foot. "What do you think?"

Walker put down a photo and stabbed it with his finger. "I really like this place."

"I was actually leaning towards that one as well." He pointed to the large ball of clay that sat in front of Walker. "Is that for the library?"

"Yeah, they want it to be of a good size." He shook his head. "It'll be the largest sculpture that I've made. Hopefully I don't screw it up."

Corbett chuckled. "I have faith in you." He leaned back and picked up a small eagle statue Walker had been working on for the last week. "I'm amazed on how quickly you've picked up sculpting." He put the eagle down then gave Walker's left shoulder a good pat. "When do you want to go to the gym?"

Walker shook his head. "Don't you have a job?" He could feel his brother's ego deflating and he quickly turned to look at Corbett. "Sorry, that was a bit harsh."

"No, don't worry about it." Corbett gave Walker's left shoulder a reassuring rub. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Nah, you can stay." Walker began sculpting once again this time with a smile on his face. "I'll go to the gym with ya in a bit. I just need to get the basic shape down." Walker's watch began to beep signaling the time for him to do his daily reading exercises. He let out a grumble, turned off the alarm then continued on his work. "What are your plans for today?"

Corbett shrugged. "Not really sure. What are you doing?"

"Need to work on this sculpture." Walker's fingers began to shape the wolf's legs onto the cardboard base. "I'll work out with you in two hours."

As his brother worked on the statue Corbett made his way down the stairs and into the barn. After checking the horses he made his way back to the house hoping he can find something to eat. While he made his way across the vast yard his eyes scanned the area. Even though Marcellinio has disappeared for a year, Corbett still feared he will show up.

Corbett went through the backdoor and made a beeline straight to the refrigerator. After a quick search he found a bagel, some ham and a slice of a cheese. He made himself a quick sandwich before heading into the living room. All around him were signs of children living at the house and he had to move a few books aside to sit on the couch.

He rested his feet on the coffee table then picked up the television remote. When he pushed the power button a cartoon came on and he quickly flipped to the news. He was about to turn to another channel when something caught his eye.

On a national news station they were talking about Cordell's attack and how it has brought a lot of attention to law enforcement corruption. Apparently a department in Arizona just busted six officers for lying in testimonies and stealing evidence. Wonder how big of an impact Cordell actually had, unwillingly to the Nation's trust in law enforcement?

He shook his head then turned the television off knowing if he watched anymore news his anger would flare up. Why did everybody think Cordell was useless? Is it because of his mental disabilities? If so, people need to be schooled on brain injuries and how they can effect those that have them. Maybe he could do something about that, with his new gym.

"That's it!" Corbett chuckled as the ideas began to race through his mind. "It's been right there all along!"

"What's been right there?" Corbett quickly spun around to see Cordell in the dining room holding a towel tightly against his right hand. "What are you ranting about now?"

"Cordell, what happened!" Corbett ran up to his brother, his heart dropping into his stomach. "Do you need stitches?"

Cordell chuckled. "Nah, it's really just a small cut." He pulled the towel away to show Corbett a clean cut across his palm. "It's a bleeder though."

"Glad to see it's not a big deal." Corbett laughed as he got the first aid kit out of the pantry. "So, I think I've finally decided on what I will do for my gym."

"Really? What are your plans?"

"Well, I'll still have the gymnastics part, but I will also have a special needs program for those with head injuries." He leaned against the counter and watched as Cordell rinsed the blood off of his hand. "What do you think?"

His brother nodded as he gingerly dabbed his palm with a paper towel. "Sounds like a good idea, but are you patient enough to work…." He began to laugh as he turned towards Corbett. "What are your ideas?"

Corbett shrugged. "Well, I'll have to get a special business license and I'll have to hire nurses, but I was thinking of doing something simple." He gave Cordell a huge smile as he pointed a finger at him. "A martial arts program and you can help."

"Really? Why?" Cordell wrapped a piece of gauze around his hand then tied it off with his teeth. "What can I do?"

"You can help me by being an instructor." Cordell shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. "Come on! You're an excellent teacher!"

"For inner-city kids!" Cordell went over and gave Corbett's shoulder a pat. "Thanks for the offer though." He went into the living room, got a book from a basket then sat down on the couch. "But if you really need the help, I might be able to do something." He took a deep breath, opened the book then began to read.

For the last year, all thanks to Corbett, Walker's confidence in reading has improved and he no longer needed help. He slowly read the page and when he got stuck on a word he sounded it out. It usually takes him about thirty minutes to read ten pages, but it helped keep his mind sharp.

After several minutes he decided to put the book down to see that Corbett had disappeared. Wonder where his brother went to? He slowly stood up, went to the kitchen and saw Corbett quietly talking on his cell phone.

Corbett nodded his head then ended his conversation. "That was Doctor Rojas, from a clinic in California. He wanted to know if we were available for an identical twin study."

"Really? Did he say why?"

"Yeah, it's because we're identical but are so different." Corbett gave Walker a shrug. "Could be interesting and a fun little trip."

"Did you explain to him about my disability?"

"Sure did and that intrigued him more." Corbett smiled. "I think we should do this study." He went to Walker and nudged him in the ribs. "There will also be a television show there doing a documentary on the different ways identicals are so different."

Walker shook his head. "I'm not sure. Is the doc sending you some paperwork?"

"Yep, should get the info in a few days." Corbett took a deep breath then smiled at Walker. "Lets get going to the gym. I have a few techniques to show ya."

Company B Gym - One Hour Later

The small workout center was rather quiet as Walker made his way to the boxing ring where Corbett was already waiting for him. His brother leaned against the ropes then held them open to allow Walker to roll into the ring. Even though Walker's right shoulder was still a little stiff, on a good day he was able to workout with Corbett.

Corbett sat down on the ring's floor and began to stretch out his legs. "So, you ready to kick my butt once again, Cordell?"

"Hey Walker bros!" Gage ran up to the boxing ring with a huge smile on his face. "Nice to see ya two here."

"Gage, after I spar with Cordell for a bit you want to have a shot?" Said Corbett as he started to stretch out his calves. "It's been awhile since we've sparred."

"Sure, I'm game." Gage leaned against the ropes then glanced over his shoulder. "So, Walker have you told Alex that you've been sparring with Corbett?"

Walker shook his head. "Nope, she just thinks we're doing hand-eye coordination drills." He glanced up to see a look of shock on Corbett's face. "Don't worry, I've got an approval from all my docs. As long as you don't hit me in the head and I wear the boxing helmet they'll allow me to spar."

"But I've hit you a few times…."

"You've slapped me, there's a difference." Walker chuckled as he got up to start stretching out his arms. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Corbett threw the boxing helmet at Walker then shook his head. "You're going to get me in trouble with Alex."

"That is if she knows." Walker rotated his right shoulder to see how stiff it was. "And so far she hasn't found out yet." He put the helmet on making sure it was secured tightly to his head. "Okay, so is this going to be three minute rounds?"

"Cordell Walker!" Walker cringed at hearing his wife's voice. "What do you think you're doing? And Corbett, I thought you were smarter than this!"

Gage giggled. "Busted."

Walker went up to the ropes and gave his wife a smile. "Alex, Doctor Hayden said it was okay as long as I'm careful."

Alex shook her head as she approached the boxing ring. "You, careful?"

Walker gave Alex his trademark wink, put his mouthpiece in then touched gloves with Corbett. The brothers held their hands up and started to circle each other. Alex watched as Walker threw a punch with his left hand which Corbett easily blocked. Corbett then came in with a round kick that connected with Walker's ribs. This made Alex cringe, but she kept her eyes open to see how Walker did during the sparring session.

"No need to worry, Alex." Gage said as he turned towards her. "Though Walker isn't as quick as he use to be, he can handle himself."

Alex brought her attention back to the men fighting in the ring to see Walker dodging a kick before throwing one of his own. It warmed her heart to see her husband doing something he loved, but it also worried her. If Walker's head got hit the wrong way it could do some serious damage to his brain.

She began chewing on her bottom lip then felt a reassuring hand on hers. Should she stop the sparring match? Would Walker get angry if she did so? So far he was able to control his anger outbursts and only had a few episodes in the last year. And maybe it's because of this right here.

"Don't worry, they're not even going full speed." It was Sydney. "Walker will be fine."

Gage chuckled. "Oh trust me, Alex. Corbett is going pretty light."

After several minutes of sparring Corbett eventually stopped the match and waved for Gage to climb into the ring. Alex moved to the side to allow her husband room to get down next to her. He wrapped an arm around Alex's shoulder then pulled her into a hug.

She playfully punched him in the ribs and he reacted as though it hurt. This made her slap Walker a bit harder which she quickly apologized for as he started to laugh.

"See Alex, I'm fine." He gave her a kiss on the forehead then took off his helmet. "Corbett is very easy on me."

Alex looked into his one blue eye to see the old twinkle that has been missing for so many years. "Guess I can allow you to do this as long as you're very careful."

"Uncle!" Shouted Gage from behind them. "Walker! Help!"

Alex and Walker both turned to the ring to see Corbett had Gage's left arm behind his back and his right somehow above his head. Eventually Corbett did let go and as he did he gave Gage's head a hearty slap.

"Remember, to side step when I attack you like that." Corbett got back into his fighting stance, one very similar to Walker's and began to bounce on the balls of his feet. "Now, lets try this again."

Gage came after Corbett once more and within seconds the latter had the former in an arm bar. This got everybody to laugh hysterically while Corbett brought Gage to the ground. Alex watched the two friends spar, her mind going back to the days when it was Walker in the ring.

A huge smile spread across Walker's face. "It seems things are finally getting back to normal, Alex." He nodded his head as he gave her another kiss. "Let's just hope they stay that way."