A/N: So it's finally here.. took a long time coming and here it is, apologies for the delay, and get your tissues ready, you'll need 'em

Tom just stared at his reflection in the mirror in his suit. Any moment now, Josh and Sam were going to come into his bedroom, laughing and then tease him about how he spent longer in the mirror than she did.

No... No they weren't. He'd never hear her voice again. Never see her looking at him the same way a daughter would look at her father whilst he would look at her with the same love he has for his own son Josh.

He sighed heavily, adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. "Josh come on!" he called as he exited the room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where he had left his shoes the night before.

Josh too walked out of his own room in his school uniform minus the red and yellow tie an blazer, in their places were a black jacket and a plain tie. He walked down the stairs, on the phone to Lauren. He was consoling her whilst trying not to give in to his own grief. They had both lost a friend, Lauren had lost a best friend, a sister. He hated to think how Finn was dealing, or rather not dealing with it as the case may be. He'd find out soon though when they would all arrive at the church together to say their final goodbyes.

When he entered the kitchen he stopped dead. Tom was sat on a kitchen chair by the sink, a shoe still in his hand. He had never seen his dad look so... heartbroken. Sure he never looked happy when City lost a game, but Josh could always joke about it. He never looked happy when Finn would always try and include him in his stupid plans, but a cheeky smile and the offer of a takeaway soon sorted that little issue. But this...? Never in his life did he want to see that expression on his face again.

"Lauren I'll talk to you in a bit... Check on Finn for me..." he muttered before hanging up and walking over to Tom, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Tom's head snapped up from the contact and he quickly wiped his eyes. "Sorry son..." he said quietly and finished putting his shoes on and he stood from the chair.

Josh didn't say anything, just simply shrugged and went to go get his coat. What could he say? 'No need to be sorry dad, Sam's in a happy place now'? That would just be stupid talk. Especially when nobody knows where you go when you die.

"What are you thinking about?" Tom asked, walking over to him.

"Just Sam... How she's not hurting anymore." Josh said quietly, deciding that would be the better phrase to use.

"Yeah... It's nice to know that wherever she is, she's not in pain anymore." Tom sighed and hugged Josh without warning, half expecting Josh to shove him away and declare him as embarrassing as usual.

But this time Josh just let him, and hugged back. A rare moment for father and son.

Denzil walked from his room, and out of habit, turned in the direction of Sam's room, and went to check that she was ready, as though it were a normal school day. Only realising when his hand found the door handle, and it instantly hit him, his eyes filled with tears again. They would never have a 'normal' start to the school day again.

He jumped when he felt an arm go around him. He didn't need to look to know it was his mum.

"I should be in there now, winding her up cause she's got The Wanted or something playing loo loud... or calling them gay or something stupid like that..." he muttered.

"She'd be coming out that door telling you to get lost and you would be running down to take cover behind Prince." Rose nodded before drawing a heavy breath. "Come on, the cars will be ready in a few minutes." She said, leading him down the stairs.

"Where is Prince?" Denzil asked.

"Karen next door has him... A funeral is no place for a kid that young..."

"But he won't get to say goodbye..." his voice cracked at the last word.

"I'll take him to see her every day... He will get his chance I promise." Rose told him, hugging him gently. She just couldn't handle the questions her young son might have had.

Eventually Denzil pulled out of his mother's arms to look out of the window in the front door. "Mum they're here..."

Rose looked up, wiped her eyes and grabbed her bag from the banister, before exiting the house with Denzil. She saw Tom and Josh in his care and she walked over to it. "Come sit with us..."

Tom looked at her uneasily. "It's supposed to be for family, Rose..."

"You were her family... Well as good as... And not just hers but ours too..." Denzil piped up.

Tom just sighed and looked at Josh, who seemed to be checking up on his friends in the car behind. "Josh?"

"I think I'll go sit with Lauren and Finn... she's got her mum but he ain't got anyone."

Tom nodded and stopped the engine, both he and Josh getting out before Josh went and sat with Lauren, Finn and Lauren's mum in the car behind while Tom walked with Rose and Denzil to the one Sam was in, to make her final journey with her before she was buried.

Lauren was sat beside him, sobbing quietly. But Finn? Finn was silent. Sure the tears fell, but Josh knew too well if he was quiet, the outcome afterward was never good, and brushed off any comforting touch Josh had tried to give him. Josh just settled for his arm around Lauren and occasionally tapping Finn on the shoulder to be sure he was... well, not okay, but at least not about to make a run for it.

"You're wrong!"

Heads turned in the direction the voice came from, as though needing a good explanation for someone to be so rude to interrupt the funeral.

Finn stood, his expression a mixture of anger and complete loss. "You're talkin' up there like you knew her! Get off!" he moved his arm away from Lauren who had tried to get him to sit down. "You didn't know her at all, we knew her. Her family, her friends! The whole school knew her, but you're just some bloke standing there thinking God's way's the right way, well if he's so bloody great and powerful and all that crap you're spouting, why'd he take her? Why did someone so good, so pure so brilliant have to go while there's scum like her dad allowed to fucking live?!"

The whole room was silent.

Tom stood and walked over, gently but firmly starting to lead him outside. Only when they reached outside the doors and Tom had hugged him, did Finn finally break down and allow everything to just flow from him.