A/N: This update has been sitting on my computer for months so, thanks to Indecisively Yours for reminding me about it. This chapter's for you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harper's Island.

Henry POV

It had been a Tuesday. I was brought in to the Seattle Institute of Psychiatry for professional help, courtesy of Abby. Back at the island, they had tied me up and thought I was unconscious but oh… I heard everything. And what I heard gave me a semblance of hope for my future. My future with Abby.

I could hear Abby incessantly choking on her sobs. Jimmy tried whispering words of comfort to her but I guess he just didn't know that words didn't mean much to Abby Mills. He didn't know that the best way to comfort her was to just let her be and hold her. No words, no soothing gestures. Being there was enough for her. He just didn't know how all I did was sit with her and let her cry on my shoulder when her mother was killed, when she had to leave the island, when it was the first year anniversary of her mother's death, or when she lost her first job. Staying with her proved that I cared more than a verbal confession of the sort could. But it sure did kill me when she said she loved that son of a bitch who should be dead right now.

"We have to kill him, Abby." Jimmy had said decidedly.

Abby shook her head. "No, I… I can't. You don't know Henry like I do. He didn't-"

"Well you obviously didn't know him very well, then, huh?" he'd shouted.

Abby had been taken aback by his sudden outburst. How could he treat her like that? I would never treat her that way. I would cherish her like the wonderful treasure that she is. Abby doesn't deserve to be yelled at. Yup, he definitely should be dead right now.

Jimmy sighed. "I'm sorry, Abby. That was out of line."

"It's ok. We're all a bit stressed right now." And she had looked around her, painfully realizing that 'we all' consisted of only herself, Jimmy, and I. It pained me to think I did this to her. Took away all her loved ones.

Well, I smirked inwardly, not all her loved ones. She still had me. She'd always have me. I would never leave her. But she thought I had it in me to hurt her. She was scared of me. I've known her all her life and she was actually scared of me! Of course, I couldn't blame her. I was scared of my father when I first met him, too.

But soon, that all faded. And it didn't matter that he'd killed people. He was just… dad. And I killed him for her. Did she not see that? It wasn't easy but I would do anything necessary to keep Abby out of harm's way. And to think that Dad had wanted me to hurt her. She was nothing like her- our -mother. She was loving and beautiful and wonderful and would never hurt me, just as I'd never hurt her.

But the end of that boarding knife would sure leave a nasty bruise on my head. I suppose I deserve it, though, having slapped her back in the shed. I never thought it was possible to feel such remorse and how ironic that the guilt I felt was not for those I killed but rather for the one person I kept alive.

And how ironic that despite the fact that I'd killed nearly everyone she loved (with the exception of myself) that she wanted to keep me alive.

Maybe there was still hope for us and for our future. Together. Forever.

And it was a Thursday… last Thursday, to be exact, that she had come to visit me. God, she looked so beautiful. Still as pale as ever but her eyes didn't have as much sadness as I'd expected. As I'd once seen.

I thought she was going to yell at me, tell me she hated me, and condemn me for killing all those people. But I should have known better. She's the one who somehow convinced Jimmy not to kill me and bring me here. She thought I needed help. Oh, Abby. Bless her for trying but the truth is, I don't need any help. I'm not my dad. If I was, I would have killed her. I chose love, not death.

Death was just a way for me to get to love. A means to an end, in a way. But I should have known she wouldn't see it that way. I could tell she hadn't forgiven me yet but she was going to visit me again tomorrow.

That had to mean something. And she was through with Jimmy. How perfect could things get? Of course she was through with Jimmy. She must have realized the magnitude of what I did for her. It's the greatest profession of love anyone could give to somebody else. I did it for her. Not to impress my father or enjoy myself, because I didn't enjoy killing Trish or Sully. They were the hardest. But I pushed on through because I knew the only way to be with her was to get rid of them.

They'd stand in our way.

And now, she wants me to stay with her. Doesn't she know by now I'd follow her anywhere? Wherever she wants to go, we can go. It'll finally be the perfect ending we've wanted since childhood.

Oh no, 2:00. Every single day that old Dr. Livingston came in, sat down, and talked to me. He didn't even try to do what psychologists do, like analyze why I did what I did. No, he would just talk. And it infuriated me because I didn't know what he was up to. I wasn't in control of the situation and I sure didn't like it.

He reminded me of Richard, Shea's husband. Not such a good thing when you remind your patient of the man he harpooned, but the two were very similar. Richard had always been an ass and this doctor… I don't know. I know I promised Abby no more killing but let's just say he annoyed the hell out of me.

Of course, I couldn't complain too much. Abby had put me in the best mental hospital money could buy. I had my own room, television, even a phone! And the food wasn't so bad, either. All that was missing was Abby but I was just sure she'd come see me again. After my appointment tomorrow, I'm sure.

Dr. Livingston walked in, looking all professional, and sat down across from me. Funny how these people weren't scared of someone who killed or helped plot to kill over twenty people. I'll never understand it myself.

"So, Mr. Dunn. How are you today?" he asked. The same old question just like yesterday and the day before last.

I smiled. "Please, Doctor. It's Henry." Might as well play on his level.

"Henry." He smiled back. "How has this week treated you?"

"I'm doing great." I replied simply. The less I said, the better.

He adjusted his glasses. "Is that because Miss Mills is coming tomorrow?"

"Something like that."

"Are you going to give me any more than just three-word answers, Henry? I deal with difficult people everyday but the thing is… I think you're smarter than them." He paused, and I tried to contemplate what he meant by what he said. "Can you tell me what happened on the island? Why you killed all those people to be alone with your sister? Why you gave in to Wakefield, excuse me, your father so easily?"

I was taken aback. After weeks of him just coming in, talking about the weather, I really hadn't expected him to be so damn forward. Well, if he was going to go there…

"Abby isn't my sister. We might be related through her mother but we've gone our entire lives without knowing yet still, somehow, we managed to become and stay best friends all this time. Have you ever had a best friend who was a girl, Doctor Livingston?" He just shook his head. I thought not. "That's right. Because they don't exist. I've always had feelings for Abby and helping her pick out what to wear on dates with Jimmy hurt, because I wanted to be the guy she'd dress up for. But… if I had brought it up back then, it would have been awkward. Our relationship would never be the same and I didn't want that to end. So… When I finally met my dad, he hated Abby. Thought he was just like our mom but I knew better. I only went along with the plan because the end result was Abby. I was never planning to kill her. I think deep down, Dad knew too but whether he did or not he sure did a good job of pretending to be oblivious. Now you probably think the way I feel about Abby is wrong. But all I've ever wanted was for us to be in each other's lives. Now tell me, Doctor. Is that so wrong?"

I sure showed him. "No, Henry, it isn't. But you do realize that you killed innocent people." Did he think I was stupid?

"Of course I do." In my defense, as I said, it was for Abby. That might not cut in court but if this guy wanted honesty, he was going to get it. "It might have been an unorthodox way of going about it but I have what I want."

"And what is that, Henry?" Once again, the man's pen was rapidly moving across his pad of paper. What I would give to see what he was writing about me.

"Abby." I replied simply. "She may not be mine yet, which is understandable. There's healing involved. But I have to heal, too. I'm not a heartless bastard, Doctor. I loved those people. I miss them everyday. But just the thought that someday... maybe not now, but someday... Abby will be mine. That's what gets me through it. Call me a psychopathic killer, if you'd like. But I'm nothing if not logical."

"Indeed, Henry." His eyes had narrowed. I wonder what he was thinking. "I'll leave you for now. Same time tomorrow?"

I nodded, so looking forward to our next talk. Because our next talk would be tomorrow. And tomorrow, Abby was coming. I smiled to myself as he left the room, losing myself in thoughts of Miss Abby Mills.