Ok so you know how I am always saying in my A/N "this is the last chapter bla, bla, bla" Well...I've given up on that all together. I enjoy writing these so I don't know if and when I'm going to stop. I'm also going to take some time to edit my previous chapters to get all the grammar stuff fixed because that has honestly been bugging me for three whole days now :P lol. Anyway, next little chapter is up so tell me what you think.

"Come on. In and out. In...and out...In and...out." Tommy had to turn away to keep from laughing as he saw the look his granddaughter gave the doctor. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and her lips stuck out slightly in pursed position, her face clearly asking Really? She crossed her arms over and the doctor stopped, shaking his head at her exasperatedly.

"I know, I know." he told her and Tommy peered closer to the window so he was able to get a better look inside. "But it is protocol and procedures Rebecca. I have to do all these breathing techniques and stuff with you if you want to be discharged anytime soon."

"I know how to breathe." Rebecca told him, obviously frustrated "Procedures and protocol aren't going to help me. Just check off that I did them so I can leave!" she cried, waving her hands around. She looked disdainfully at the room, more specifically the bed, and sighed as she leaned back into the pillows.

"I know." the doctor sighed "You just have to be here for a little while longer before we take some blood samples ok?"

"Ray hasn't let you take any blood samples." Rebecca grumbled "God knows why." for a moment she didn't move but then threw her hands up as if she couldn't take it anymore "Why am I still here!" she asked "I hate sitting still!"

"Don't overexert yourself" the doctor started to lecture but cut himself off when he saw the heinous look Rebecca was giving him. Sighing, he went over and patted her shoulder, exiting the room as he shook his head.

Tommy smirked and leaned his shoulder against the window, the shadows looming over him so that his form wasn't notable. The glass was open so that he could hop into the room if he wanted too, but he thought it would be wisest if he didn't. Rebecca stared straight at the wall, her hands clasped together and Tommy felt the maddest desire to talk to her...Of course he couldn't though. She had been in a coma for three months now. During that time he had given her more of his blood- hoping, praying, and basically begging for her to wake up. Not the begging...Well, not that he would admit.

It was no good. He had to say something. After giving her all that blood he remembered her stirring. Ray had actually hugged him when she did he was so excited. After realizing what he was doing though he pushed away again, glaring. Tommy left when she woke of course, letting the doctors stay flabbergasted over how someone dead could come back to life like some kind of medical miracle. He watched then. He sat there and watched her, to see how she was doing and what they were telling her- which was basically nothing. She didn't even know she had died. Ray didn't tell her Tommy had helped her either.

"God damn you Tommy Madsen." he jumped at least twenty feet, thinking she saw him. However, she just sat there in her bed, looking like she was going to strangle someone. Oh forget it. He gave up on trying to be discreet.

"Well geez. That isn't very nice." he told her as he swung himself to the other side of the window, allowing her to view him. The reaction was predictable, she jumped, swore, and reached for a gun that wasn't there...Then swore again.

"Come to finish me off?" she growled at him as she looked around for another weapon to use.

"Ah, but what the doctors didn't tell you was that I did. Which gave me a heart attack, rest assured." there was a long pause in which Rebecca froze as she reached down to grab a vase of flowers to throw at him. She slowly looked up to meet his eyes- their eyes he should say.

"What are you talking about?" she asked slowly and Tommy looked at her for a moment. Trying to memorize he face. Who knows how long it would be until he saw her again?

"I...I killed you. You flat lined. You fucking died." he told her with a wince. "You died and...and..." he shook his head and looked away. His heart pounding harshly against his chest.

"You killed me and...You're upset?" she asked in confusion and he whipped back around.

"Upset?" he hissed, anger seeping into face "Upset? You died and you think I was upset? I was horrified! Tormented! Whatever the hell you want to call it." he couldn't believe this. She was asking him if he was upset that she died. As if it were debatable.

"Why?" Rebecca asked with just as much force "You say you killed me right? Then why would you be upset? Wasn't my life ending the purpose of you sticking that knife into me?" there was a pause in which Tommy realized- she had a point.

"I didn't mean to kill you." he told her slowly "I just wanted to slow you down. Injure you so I could get away. I had no idea that..." he let his voice trail away and Rebecca glared at him again.

"How am I alive?" she asked intently and Tommy felt his face brighten.

"Me." he said simply and she stared at him.

"No, really. How am I alive?" he frowned at her, slightly hurt.

"Me." he said again and she furrowed her eyes in confusion. "I gave you my blood." he finished and she stared at him.

"You're blood is...inside...of me?" the way she said it...You might as well have told her there was leeches in her body. Tommy tried to push away the hurt he was feeling from her clear revulsion and tried to look indifferent.

"Yeah. Healing powers remember? Well...Not really powers but you know what I mean. It was the only way to save you." he told her and Rebecca looked at her hands as though she wasn't entirely for sure they were hers anymore.

"I would rather be dead than have anything of yours inside of me!" she spat out and knocked a glass off the table, shattering it on the ground. Ouch. He had to admit, she had a certain way with words. Usually, anything that well...anyone said to him Tommy could just brush it off. Put it off and not care but with her...

You think that makes us family? I don't know you.

Get on the ground. Now.

I'll shoot you.

I would rather be dead than have anything of yours inside of me!

They never left his mind. It was as though the haunted every corner of his thoughts. It freaking hurt. More than she realized. He was her father's father. This wasn't how it was supposed to work.

Wordlessly, he jumped into the room and made to pick up the fallen glass when it happened.

She flinched. She flinched. She freaking flinched...away from...him. Her body moved to the other side of the bed and she looked prepared to defend herself...From him. It all happened so fast that Tommy just stood there for a moment in complete and utter shock.

He was such a disgusting creature. To be able to make his own granddaughter, his granddaughter who was able to take on the worst criminals the world has ever seen flinch away from him...It was...Tommy couldn't even come up with a bad enough word for himself at the moment. Oh god...He was going to throw up.

The whole situation was sick. He wanted to tell her that he would never hurt her, that she was crazy for even considering the possibility but...She had died once...Because of him. He had worked so hard to protect her and she was ignorant to it all. The only real memory she has of him is him sticking her with a knife.

His hands were shaking almost violently as he picked up the glass. A couple pieces slit his hands open but he paid no mind. When he was at Alcatraz he cut his hands often...Just so he could say he actually saw the blood on his hands. After throwing the pieces away he backed up to the window, where Rebecca was still watching him under a careful eye.

"I don't understand." she said finally "It's...like you care but you still hurt everyone. I don't get it." Would she ever? Would anyone ever? At this point the whole world is so screwed up that Tommy wasn't for sure if he was even himself anymore...In fact... He felt like part of him had been stolen from him. Stolen in 1952. And God did he wish he could have it back.

Rebecca sat there waiting. Waiting for him to respond, to say something. What could he tell her? What could he honestly say?

"I cared." he said quietly because that was really all he could say. He had never been an emotional person. He never cried, nor got all lovey-dovey with his girlfriends- except maybe Agatha. He had just been...Silent. He had sat there and let all the emotions roll on the inside where they were safely tucked away where they couldn't be used against him. Of course he cared, he had always cared. He just never let it show. He never let the world see it. It was rare that he would ever even say it. There were only two people in the world that he had openly told them how much he cared. His wife and son.

Now they were dead.

So...No. He wasn't going to risk it. He wouldn't tell Rebecca exactly how much he cared or that he loved her because he wasn't about to risk losing someone else again. He wasn't going to see another gravestone that his own should be next to, he wasn't about to steal another life, he wasn't going to let his damn emotions get the better of him. Because at this point...She was all he had left.

And that was one thing that she could never know.

Done again (: Review and tell me your thoughts. I was thinking about having Lucy in the next chapter... But yeah, it might take a couple days because I have all the grammar stuff to do (btw thank you for pointing out to be about some of the names I've been spelling wrong. It is always hard to tell when it is on a TV show :P I'm usually too lazy to check the credits). Thanks for reading and please review!