Miss me? Well, I logged on after watching the amazing finale and saw that a couple more people wanted me to keep going on what happened with Tommy after he killed her. So...I did it (: Personally, I cried. I admit it. When Tommy stabbed her and when Rebecca died...I cried... A lot. I just had to write a little piece on here. Read and tell me what you think :P

"Sir, I'm sorry but-"

"Please, just let me in."

"I can't-"

"Please!"

"You're going to have to-"

"Let. Me. In." the woman sighed and peered over her glasses to look at him through the thin piece of glass separating them.

"Sir, she's dead. Her body is going to be moved in a few hours. I just cannot let you see her at the moment."

"Not when I'm finished." the lady sighed, apparently not taking in what was said, or perhaps determining the man was crazy as she looked at him again, her eyes filled with such sorrow it made anyone almost tear up as she tried to make the man see sense.

But Tommy Madsen very rarely saw something as simple as sense.

"Please." he said again his voice on the verge of pure begging. "I don't want to ask again." maybe the woman heard the slight threat under his words or perhaps subconsciously she knew she was about three seconds away from getting shot because she sighed and looked up at Tommy dejectedly.

"I...I suppose. I mean, it's not like she can get any worse." she mumbled and got up, leading Tommy to a room down the hall. The hospital was large and busy, screaming patients could be heard doors down as doctors ran around, some covered in blood while some were perfectly clean.

It reminded Tommy of Alcatraz. Of course, almost everything did now. Almost everything felt as though he was trapped again. Because once you get a taste of imprisonment...It never leaves you.

"Right here sir." the receptionist told him, patting him on the shoulder in a comforting manner. She gave him another sorry look and went out the door as Tommy peered into the hospital bed.

He had done this.

Rebecca laid, perfectly still, her hair fanning out behind her so she looked like the sun. Her face white and her eyes closed.

Good god, he was a monster.

Shaking, Tommy fumbled in his bag as he kicked the door closed, pulling out a long tube and needles. Still trembling, he managed to poke the needle into his own skin before jabbing the other end into hers. Red liquid began pouring out of Tommy, flowing into Rebecca's pale frame.

"I'm sorry." he whispered "I am so, so sorry." How could he ever live this down? He remembered the feeling after he stabbed her, the awful sickening feeling as he caught her, making comforting sounds as he laid her down on the cement. What kind of person does that? If only he could just...explain. Of course he had, had time for that but he always imagined himself talking to her...without the gun.

The painful silence carried on until there was a sudden sound of movement and an angry voice coming from the door.

"What the fucking hell do you think you are doing here?" there was a moment of pure panic as Tommy whirled around, careful that the needle didn't leave his body as he saw the now only living relative he had- Ray.

"Get away from her!" he growled and reached towards Tommy, his hands about to grasp at his throat in an angry clenching motion when he froze, his eyes swallowing up the scene of the blood being exchanged.

"What..." he said slowly "Are you doing?" Tommy froze, his eyes pained as he looked into his brother's face.

"I'm going to save her." he whispered hoarsely and Ray closed the door harshly as he glared at his brother with utter most hatred.

"You're going to save her huh? You are going to be the good guy to save her? After you damn killed her? Is that right?" he asked with such intensity Tommy bit his lip. He had known his brother for a long time...But never had he seen him this angry...This broken. Ray was always the calm one, the one who saw sense. He on the other hand…Was a bit of a different story.

"I have to try." he said quietly and took out his gun and knife from his pocket. Before Ray could react Tommy threw the weapons at him and kept his eyes on Rebecca. "There. After I'm done you can kill me. I don't care. Just let me try to save her." Ray hesitated for a moment before yanking a chair and sitting down, making a distinct line on the other side of Rebecca's bed that Tommy knew he couldn't cross without getting killed.

"What makes you think that your blood will save her?" he asked and Tommy stared intently at his granddaughter before answering.

"My blood..." he said slowly "Is...Special." Ray snorted in a sarcastic way, his eyes cold as he watched Tommy carefully.

"Special? Really? Does it carry some kind of super human chemical that makes you a complete bastard? I'm guessing you got that from Dad's side." he grumbled and Tommy let his hand twitch for a moment.

"No...You don't understand." he said quietly "The blood. The blood from Alcatraz." Ray's eyes lit up in understanding and for a moment he seemed to forget about his hatred for Tommy because he leaned forward slightly with an almost eager look on his face.

"You know why they were taking the blood?" he asked and Tommy flinched violently.

"What do you remember" he whispered "About Ghost? The one who tried to escape and everyone thought he died? Do you remember that night?" he asked and Ray slowly nodded, his face contorted in confusion.

"I remember...I heard the torturing him later in the night. I heard his screaming...All that screaming." he told him and Tommy's eyes finally tore away from Rebecca and went towards the small window on the other side past Ray.

"That wasn't Ghost. That was Me." he told Ray "They took me that night...They put the blood back into me. They messed with it; put some silver or something in it. I was... I was scared. It hurt, oh God it hurt so badly. All I could remember was shaking and asking if I was going to die...All I could think about was not ever seeing Van again and...and..." his voice broke off and for a moment Tommy let his face show the broken anguish he had been hiding so well over the past couple years.

"Tommy..." whispered Ray after a moment "What did they do to you?"

"I...I was an experiment. They brought me here on purpose Ray. The doctor did. The guy strapped me down, he messed with my head...He messed with my blood. When I woke up...I wasn't at Alcatraz. I was-"

"In 2012." Ray finished looking awed but Tommy shook his head.

"No. I was in 1960 but in a very nice room." Tommy shook his head again as though that itself was some kind of miracle "The Warden was there and he was so nice to me...He let me choose where to eat." For the first time all day Ray seemed to relax and let out a small smile.

"You took him to the place Agatha worked didn't you?" he smirked knowingly and a bit of heat crept into Tommy's face.

"Yeah." he muttered "I did. I just wanted to be there again... I told the Warden how I first met her there...I don't why I told him but I just did. I told him how I saw her and how it had taken me weeks just to ask her out on a date."

"I remember that!" Ray suddenly busted out laughing "You were a wreck. I would get home and you would be in full out panic, asking how you looked and telling me to mind my own business when I asked where you were going." Tommy made a face but said nothing as Ray continued "After a couple days Mom was convinced that you were off selling drugs or something so she made me follow you and I saw you almost pouring coffee on yourself every time Agatha went near you."

"What?" Tommy said looking alarmed "You followed me? That is so…so…ugh!" Ray blinked for a moment before snorting and shaking his head.

"I forget that you are still in that 24-year-old mind frame." he chuckled as Tommy glared heatedly.

"You are only older than me by-"

"At least fifty-six years now if not more." Ray cut him off "Ok, so Warden took you out to where you met your wife. What does that have to do with anything?" he asked and Tommy's face went solemn again.

"He told me I could have one wish... I...I went to go see Van, Ray." he said and put his face in his hands "I saw him...He was so big! I even got to talk to him but...but he didn't remember me. If he did than he didn't even like me. Who would? He was there when I killed Agatha. He deserved so much more in life...A better life that didn't include me or an orphanage."

"Which is why you made me leave." whispered Ray and Tommy looked out the window again.

"Yeah. That was my wish. I just wanted him to have a life. I didn't want him to wait on me anymore. I wasn't worth that." there was a long pause in which Tommy bit his lip, watching even more blood fill Rebecca's body. Would she ever come back?

"I asked for one more thing too." Tommy said, trying to distract himself from the dead body "Ray... I was part of an experiment. I was an experiment since 1952." his whispered "That's when it started."

"What are you-?"

"Why would I kill her Ray? I loved Agatha! I didn't want to kill her! I had no control...They did something to me..."

"Tommy...Please just say it."

"I can't!" Tommy suddenly yelped and his eyes glazed over for a moment and he covered his mouth "I can't, I can't, I can't!"

"Why not?" Demanded Ray and Tommy shook his head wildly

"I can't!" he almost screamed "They promised if I did what they said they could reverse it! I could go back!"

"Go back? Go back where?" Ray asked but Tommy was now having some internal battle as he tried with the last of his strength to pull himself together.

"Go back and change It." he whispered "I could go back and change everything...To make things right. To live with Agatha and Van...I could go back." Ray's face went completely blank for a moment, no emotion aside from pure shock registering on his face.

"You want to go back in time." he said deliberately and Tommy kept his eyes down on the tiled floor. There was seconds-maybe minutes that passed before either said anything. All that was heard was each other breathing and the ticking on the wall clock.

"Why did you do it?" Tommy looked up at his brother and saw that he had asked an honest question. He looked into the window, seeing his now white face looking back at him, the veins showing from all the blood he was losing.

"I...I don't know. She pulled me out of the car." he said, knowing that he was talking about Rebecca "I thought it meant something-her saving me. I guess not. She had her gun pointed at me. Told me if I didn't do as she'd said she'd shoot me. I told her we were blood but... she said that didn't make us family. She'd said she didn't know me. I...I kind of lost it. You told me I was no one's grandfather, and then she was sitting there telling me we weren't family, and when I asked about Van...She said shut-up. As if I had no right to know about what kind of man he grew up to be. I had every right to know! He was my son!"

"You knew they were dead. You knew how they died." Ray started but Tommy cut him off

"I wanted to hear it from her! I had to know what she thought of it! And you never even told her! Ray, I will forever be in your debt since you raised my family but...why the hell did you have to lie to them about everything? About me. About Agatha. About Van. Was it to try to protect them? To protect her? Because it didn't work!"

"I never thought I would be protecting them from you! I never thought you would kill Rebecca! I never thought you would destroy the last piece of your son you had left! I'm not the criminal here! I never put that knife in my own blood! In my son's daughter's blood."

"Do you think I wanted to? I had to! They would have killed me!"

"Then you value your life more than your granddaughter's?"

"Then I value my family's life more than my granddaughter's! I am going to get back to them...No matter what." Ray shook his head in disgust

"You are a selfish man Tommy Madsen."

"I'm a man with nothing left. It is better to be selfish when you have nothing than when you something."

"You did Tommy...You did. And you gave it up." at this Tommy opened his mouth to reply but his eyes began to roll back in his head and he let out a great shudder. With a great sigh Ray leaned forward and heaved him up.

"You're giving too much blood." he told him and Tommy let out a weak breath.

"Don't take the needle out." he coughed and Ray shrugged.

"I could care less about you. As long as you are helping her." Tommy nodded and took another shaky breath, trying to not keel over at this point.

"Are you going to kill me? After all this?" he asked his brother weakly and Ray stared, he had told him that...and he never went back on a promise.

"I don't know Tommy. You aren't the same person I used to know anymore." Tommy nodded again, too tired to speak. Ray had always been a man of his word, something he always respected. He looked over at his granddaughter and very carefully took a hand and gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face, ignoring the angry sounds Ray was making. He could tell it was hard for him, trying to push away the natural concern he was feeling for his little brother. Ray was always concerned about everything it seemed to Tommy.

"What are you doing?" Ray demanded as Tommy closed his eyes.

"I'm trying to hear." Tommy muttered, and indeed he was. His ears were straining to hear yet straining not to. He didn't want to hear the shouting, screaming, or slamming of doors. He didn't want to hear empty promises to children and the cries of dreams lost. He didn't want to hear the sounds that filled his life.

"What are you trying to hear?" Ray muttered, obviously thinking Tommy was crazy...Maybe he was.

"Hope." Tommy whispered as he focused on closing in his hearing on the selective sound. He wasn't for sure how one could 'hear' hope but...He knew it was there.

"Oh really?" Ray grumbled "And what does 'hope' sound like?" he demanded and Tommy clenched his body. The pounding in his head was incredible now. The thick darkness clouded into his mind and then-

Beep. Beep. Beep. He froze. His eyes slowly opened as he looked at Ray who looked just as shocked. They both turned to the heart monitor at the side of the table which was now emitting slow beating sounds as Rebecca's chest seemed to move very thinly up and down.

Tommy looked up at his brother and smiled

"That… Is what hope sounds like."

What do you think? You'll see in there that I put some of my own opinions in there a little... To be honest, It was a bit hard writing the relationship between Tommy and Ray. The two of them were obviously very close. Now Ray resents Tommy for hurting Rebecca yet, when you are that close to someone it is hard to get rid of that caring feeling you have for them so I tried to make sure I had that aspect in there.

Also, you'll notice I added a part on it not being totally Tommy's fault. When that guy said that he had his eye on Tommy since 1952 my thoughts were that they may have done something to Tommy much like they did Clarence in Korea. Messed with his head or something. Tommy seemed to really care about his wife and son so I have a feeling that scientist guy had something to do with it. Plus, I think with all that time-traveling business Tommy is being tricked into thinking he will be able to get his family back when he obviously can't. Anyway, that is all I have to say. Review and tell me what you think!

~HuntressofArtemis39