Hello everyone! I have a new chapter up (: I've decided that I need to add a few other characters as well as Tommy and Rebecca so I have Lucy in here too. I always wondered what the Tommy and her relationship was like so I kind of went off of the information I knew and the way Lucy talked about him. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

It was dark. Completely and utterly dark. Nothing moved and nothing made one single sound as Tommy waited out in the middle of the woods, his neck craning to get a glimpse of the stars underneath the veil of leaves. With a sigh Tommy drew his knees closer to him. He hated this. This darkness. This stupid, pathetic, hopeless, soul searching darkness. He had never been fond of it before. Darkness wasn't something he was necessarily scared of. The thing was that he just didn't like it. The way it blinded him and hid secrets. The way it left him utterly unsure and insecure of what was happening around him, the way it loomed over him in any possible way, basically taunting him with what he wanted most...

The way it reminded him of Alcatraz.

Because almost everything went back to that place. Everything. It wasn't something he could forget- as much as he would like to. It was something no one could ever forget... Which was exactly the reason why he was here. Waiting. Because Warden James told him that she would be here tonight...and James was usually right about such things. And if he wasn't? James would usually make himself right. Which was probably the most dangerous thing about him.

Sure enough, it was only seconds later he heard the satisfying crunching of leaves. He gripped his gun but put it behind him, hoping he wouldn't have to use again...Not again. It frustrated Tommy that he was limited in weapons now. He hated using a gun since that was what ended Agatha's life. He hated using a knife now because that was what ended Rebecca's life...Momentarily. Never the less, he couldn't go unarmed thus, he was here with a weapon he had hoped never to use again.

"Got away from your prison?" he asked suddenly and there was a pause from the leaves crunching. Tommy jumped down from the trees and found himself face to face with one of the only things that hadn't changed in this strange time period.

"Dr. Sengupta." he said "May I join you on your walk?" he asked in his most jaunting voice, rolling his eyes at her shell-shocked face. She was almost exactly as he remembered her...hence the glasses and jeans.

"Tommy Madsen." she said shaking her head, not looking the least bit afraid- probably knowing that he wouldn't hurt her. It was one of the nice things about Lucille... She didn't treat you like you were an animal. She understood that you were human, despite the sickening mistakes you made in life which was always something he was grateful for. That was one thing that also made her a horrible, horrible person to have against you though. With the world so against you it seems that one nice person would make you put all your trust into them...Even when you shouldn't.

"I must say, I didn't expect to see you out here." he told her "I didn't even know you were up and around. I suppose lover boy over there made it top secret information did he not?" she frowned, and looked down at her shoes, her dark eyes hard to see in the dim light of the forest.

"Then how did you know to come here?" she asked and then made a face "I suppose you have some of your little comrades for information?" he shrugged and leaned against a tree bringing out an apple and a knife- forcing himself to use his second least favorite weapon to start carving the skin away.

"I was sent." he told her "By...the warden as I'm sure you now know from Rebecca." he paused and waited her to reply. "I also heard you were leaving...For...your protection. True?"

"It seems odd that you are asking me for information. Yes. I am aware that James is behind this. The question is why and how...Along with other assortments." Tommy snorted.

"Yeah, well...I can't really tell you that. Plus, If I remember correctly, the last time I asked you for information I never got it. I had to find out the hard way."

"I tried-"

"We had a deal!" Tommy snarled managed to cut the apple in half from his anger "I trusted you to follow through on it! Perhaps if you had done your part none of this would have happened!" Lucy pursed her lips and folded her fingers together, watching her with that same intense look she always did when they were together.

"I would put away that anger Mr. Madsen. That is the anger that almost cost you your granddaughter's life." Tommy felt his hands clench and he threw the apple down.

"I don't care for her." he lied smoothly but Lucy just smiled at him and shook her head.

"Tommy Madsen you forget that I know you quite well. You love Rebecca the same as you did Agatha and Van. Personally, I think you are a good man. So tell me...Why are you doing this?" Tommy felt as though he were being trapped into a corner.

"Me? A good man? Forget it. We are not here to talk about my problems. Nor are we here to have one of our little medical sessions where you try to diagnose my mental state Doc. I'm here for James. We both know that much...Now tell me: Have you got in?" Lucy looked at him for a moment before allowing herself a small nod.

"Yes, right after Rebecca 'died' we went and opened it." she told him and Tommy blinked, caught slightly off-guard.

"You left her?" he asked appalled than saw the small smile playing on her lips and scowled. "That was a nasty trick." he muttered.

"Trick? No. It just proves you care about Rebecca. Anyway, why are you so interested if we got in the Warden's room?"

"I told you, I'm here on business. James needs to know. Me? I don't give a damn what you find."

"Then why are you doing his dirty work? You must see that-"

"We had a deal! Ok? If I do this then everything will be fixed." he shot at her and focused his eyes back up into the night sky where the moon drifted over head, clouds parting away so that it lit the ground they were on. It was silent for a moment and frogs croaked in the distance as crickets sang softly.

"Thomas..." Lucy sighed and he was taken a little off-guard at the use of his first name. Only his mom and Lucy used it really. Occasionally, Ray and his father when they were younger and they wanted to sound more demanding but that was it really. "You can't trust the warden. He's lying. If you want to make deals then come over here and-"

"And what? And you'll 'try' to help me like you did last time? I don't think you understand. If you would have followed through and figured out why they were taking blood from me nothing would have ever happened. Ray would have gotten me out legally; I would have gone home and raised my son. I would have seen him get married and actually meet my daughter-in-law. I could have seen Rebecca be born and maybe even play a bigger role in her life! I could have gotten old and actually lived my life with the family I had left! But...No. I know you mean well Doc. But to be honest? I'm sick of people trying to help me. Last time my brother helped me? I got my face smashed. Last time my parents helped me? They died. Last time you helped? Oh, that's right. I ended up in 2012." there was another long drawn out silence in which Tommy was breathing heavily and Lucy looked pained.

"Mr. Madsen...I never wanted to hurt you. I never knew what was going on. I thought I was helping you and the others. James tricked me. You're right that I should have worked harder to keep my end of the bargain but what James is using you for...Whatever it is. Do you really think he'll hold up his offer?" Part of Tommy, knew she was right but...He couldn't. It was his only chance to set things right. He couldn't risk throwing that away.

"I have the information I need." he told her, not breaking eye-contact "You better get back to Hauser. I'm sure he must be worried on how his prisoner is doing." As he expected a dark look crossed her face and she nodded solemnly.

"I won't tell anyone I saw you." she said quietly and he turned back around with raised eyebrows. Was this some kind of negotiation? "I owe you that much." she explained and then held something out. Warily, he looked over and saw something in her hand.

"Take it." she said "It isn't going to do anything I swear." carefully, he took the item and looked at it in the gleam of light.

It was a picture. A man that looked oddly familiar was beaming at the camera. His eyes were a piercing blue and his face bright as he held another woman by his side. She was about his age and was laughing as she held a one year old on her lap. Her dark hair fluttering across soft amber eyes. The child, who was reaching for the camera had blonde hair that was everywhere, her blue eyes gazing softly in the camera with childlike innocence, one tooth showing as she grinned into the photo.

Tommy felt his face soften as he looked at the family and flipped the picture over. On it was scribbled a few words, hastily written in slanted writing.

Van, Sally, and Rebecca's first Easter.

It couldn't be...Tommy felt his heart tighten and he looked up at Lucy who was looking at him with sad eyes... So this is what Van looked like...

"You...How...When...?" he spluttered out and Lucy leaned forward cautiously and closed his hand around the picture.

"I found it when I went to their old house. I originally thought Rebecca or Ray might like it... But you might need it more."

"Thank you." he whispered and suddenly felt as though he owed her. Was this some kind of trick? Before he could demanded answers though, Lucy was gone, the sound of crunching leaves retreating. Frowning he looked back at the photo. Part of him smiled, looking at the small family. The other felt jealous, that it was something he could never have. He could almost see where he and Agatha should be standing...

Looking at this would drive him crazy.

Rebecca was not in a good mood. Her birthday had been lousy with her still being in the hospital and the doctors had stopped letting visitors come after what happened with Hauser... Long story. Therefore, she was alone and completely full of useless energy. She had been tossing and turning for an hour with no prevail towards sleeping. Honestly, she had been a coma for three months. Why did they think she needed more rest?

"Screw this." she muttered and pushed herself off the bed, pacing back and forth. Trying (and failing) to entertain herself. The only problem? There was nothing to freaking do. Completely and utterly bored, she drifted into the bathroom (after checking and finding that she was locked into her room... She supposed that the doctor had done that after she snuck out three other times...) and washed her face and hair...And basically everywhere else since she couldn't think of anything else to do. With a sigh sat in a chair and pulled out a book and tried reading it upside down for amusement...Too bad she memorized the whole thing. After doing so random yoga, jumping up and down, trying to count the dots on the ceiling, trying to pick the lock on her door, and taking yet another shower Rebecca found herself in quite the position: Back to where she started.

"I. Hate. This. Stupid. Place." she screamed into her pillow and jumped at a sudden slam. Instinctively, she went for her gun only to remember it wasn't there. Frowning, she went forward and looked at the door...It was still closed and locked (yes, she checked again). I was only then that she noticed the window was a crack open and only one thought came to mind when she saw it.

Stupid twenty-four year old grandfathers.

Marching over so that perhaps she could escape from the room and pursue him, Rebecca almost didn't notice the neatly wrapped box on her bedside table.

"To: Rebecca, Happy Birthday...This is weird thinking you may be a year older than me." she read off the card and scowled. "Let me guess. This has a freaking bomb in it? Then after you kill me, you're going to say you didn't mean to address a bomb in a box to me? Well too bad for you." she muttered and threw the box in the corner scathingly. Of course, it was only about ten minutes before she realized with that box and her untamable boredom...She was going to open it. Bomb or not, there had to be some kind of action around this place. Rebecca didn't honestly think she could physically stand it if one of those stupid nurses offered to play checkers with her again...

"Fine. You win." she sighed and ripped the paper off, revealing two items inside. One was, to her complete shock, a gun. Was this some kind of joke? She saw another note and picked it up, reading through it carefully.

Happy birthday! I saw that you looked a little lost without this the other day when you went to shoot me. I figured since I won't be seeing you any time soon and you lost your other one (Uh...Yeah...I have it...) you might want this. I thought about getting you some Alcatraz books but then realized that may be a bit useless seeing as you have a walking encyclopedia as your friend. Anyway, I hope you put it to good use (meaning use it on other inmates not me) and happy birthday again. -Tommy

After studying it for a moment, Rebecca noticed that above Tommy's signature there was another word. It looked like he wrote 'grandfather' but thought better of it and erased it. Carefully, she looked at the gun and saw that it was the model she looked at last Christmas...Damn. It was a nice gun but...She wasn't for sure she wanted to use it quite yet. Next to it laid a photo. Rebecca picked it up and saw three people smiling into the camera. She flipped it over and saw slanted writing above messier scrawl.

Van, Sally, and Rebecca's first Easter! the first said while underneath it read I was given to this by a...friend I guess. I thought about keeping it for myself but I realized that I was haunted too much by the memories to look at it for very long. I thought you may like it better.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She hated that man! Why was he so complicated? He was just like...A...A...oh she didn't know! A super annoying, complicated, I-just-can't-understand-you-at-all person! Yet...As she finally fell onto her bed and let her eyes close she mumbled out loud, where she was sure Tommy could hear because she just knew he was sitting outside her window.

"Thank you."

Well... I tried to keep them all in character... What do you guys think? I don't really know if I like this chapter or not yet... The next one I am hoping will be a little better. Well please review and give me any advice or thoughts you might have! Thanks (: