Jimmy POV

It had been an hour since Henry Dunn had left me, handcuffed to a poll, crying and covered in blood. He'd killed Abby, he'd killed Shane, he'd killed Nikki and Charlie and everyone else I cared about. And for what? To live on this Island by himself, with nothing. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell him what a piece of dirt he was, I wanted to cause him pain, worse pain than I'd suffered in the past seven years, worse than the pain I'd suffered in the past hour, because even that wouldn't be enough for him.

He didn't know what it felt like, to lose everything you had in a 72 hour period of time. He didn't know what it felt like, to have everything, and then nothing in a week. It wasn't fair. Abby had just come back, we were back together, I was going to see her, we were going to have a life together, I'd felt it when she'd kissed me on the docks.

But now she was gone. I stared down at my lap as tears filled my eyes again. I wasn't afraid to cry. Really, the only person who would see these tears was Henry, I couldn't give a damn about what he thought.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang! I looked up from my lap, and started hyperventilating. I dragged my knee back up to me as I stared at her through cloudy eyes. Abby was right there, alive, and absolutely terrified. Her chocolate hair was wild and chaotic as it whipped around. She saw me then, on the floor. Her eyes were big, and I saw a quick light in them, despite the terror on the rest of her face.

"Jimmy!" she whispered quickly. Then I saw Henry march in after, her, grabbing her by the neck. She started screaming and choking as she tried to loosen his grip on her. His eyes were murderous as he began to drag her back, I started to kick, trying to push myself free from the pole and help her. The door slammed, and Abby was gone.

She's alive! She's alive, she's okay! I chanted to myself. The immense joy and the immense terror in me grew as I banged my head against the pole. She was alive, but Henry had her by the throat. He had her somewhere else, she'd escaped and run, and he'd dragged her back, half strangling her in the process.

What to do, what to do, what to do?! There was nothing that I could do. I was chained to a pole, and Henry was taking her god knows where. I couldn't do anything, and it angered me almost to oblivion. I yelled out loud, but it came out muffled because of the gag in my mouth. I continued to bang my head against the pole, probably giving myself a concussion. I calmed down after my tantrum, and slowly heaved myself up off the floor. I could hear my broken ribs cracking, and it hurt. It was hard, but eventually I stood erect, faced forward, and waited.

It wasn't twenty minutes later that Henry slowly walked back toward the door. I wasn't afraid anymore as he stepped closer. He sighed as he stepped close enough to me to push the gag from my mouth. And I let it out.

"You bastard, son of a bitch, What did you do to her? Why the hell are you doing this?" I would have continued but he snapped another on at me square in the jaw.

"Are you going to be quiet now?" he asked calmly, but the dark fire in his eyes was there again. It had been there when he and Sully'd almost shot me at the beach. I glared at him just as darkly, and nodded one curt nod. "Good. Now…" he paused, reading my face, and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to hit him. I wanted to run him over with a truck, push him off the Empire State building, drown him in the Arctic Ocean, and suffocate him. I wanted for him to die. "Are you still willing to die for Abby?" he asked slowly. As soon as he said her name, I cooled off. She was like an antidote for any pain I'd ever been caused, even though she was usually the cause of the pain.

I didn't even need to think about what he said. If there were any way to make sure that she alright, I would do it. I would die a thousand times if it kept her safe. Besides, what was death compared to life without her? Without any further consideration, I said it, steady and loud. "Yes." No hesitation in my voice, no crack, no falter. Of this, I was one hundred percent. Sure.

Henry nodded. "Are you willing to… sign a confession?" he asked slowly, testing me.

"What you mean like, saying that I did all of this?" I asked skeptically. What did he need a confession for? Hadn't he said that the coast guard thought that everyone was dead? He nodded. Was I willing to take the blame for the murder of two dozen people, for Abby? It was a stupid question. I would do that, and take death with a smile if it would keep her alive. "Yes." I said again. His smirk was victorious and triumphant. "But," I started and his eyes narrowed. If I was going to die, I couldn't let the last time I saw her be her dragged by the neck out of this room. "You have to let me say goodbye to her." His eyes softened the smallest smidgen of a bit.

"Fine." He paused before he turned around on his heel, "You really do love her?" he asked hesitantly. Wow, he was stupid.

"More than anyone will ever know." I stated with meaning. He stared at me, shrugged, and left the room, shutting the door quietly.

I heaved another sigh as soon as he was gone. As odd as it would be, I suddenly felt happy. Abby would live, would continue to be, and I would get to see her again. It was better than this morning, when I'd thought I'd never, ever see her again. I stood tall and straight again, and waited.

Maybe a half hour later, my patience was rewarded. Henry opened the door to the shed. He held his hand through the door, and ushered in the only thing in this world left for me. She had tears in her eyes, her face was pale, and hesitant. As soon as I saw her, my back slumped under her gaze and I blinked at the sadness I saw. Henry shut the door, and she glanced down at the floor. With the click of the lock, she looked back up to me, and stared, words filling the depth of her eyes.

"Say goodbye," Henry said gently. He was calm, different from before. Abby was still staring at me, and I looked deep into her gaze. I had so much to say, so much to tell her. I was sorry I couldn't have done better, I was sorry for wasting time, I was sorry for not helping her when she needed me most. But this one final act, would have to do. "Abby," Henry pushed her forward a little, and she slowly started walking towards me. She seemed afraid –who wouldn't be? – and I could see tears starting to leak over the edges of her eyes. As she came closer, in the corner of my eyes, I could see Henry follow slightly behind, like a shadow.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged as she stared up into my eyes. "I'm sorry I left," she said slowly. Her voice was shaky, and I wanted so bad to stroke her cheek and say that everything was going to be fine, that she didn't have to worry. I nodded slowly, letting her know that I felt the same, and forgiving her at the same time. "I thought about calling every day," she whispered. She had? So she hadn't just left me, only thinking of me every so often, an old boyfriend from a past life? She's missed me every little bit as I'd missed her, and I could see it in her eyes, even if she only said it because it was our last minute together.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled the cloth down from my mouth, her eyes determined as I sucked in a breath, and she kissed me. Greedily, I kissed her back. It was passionate, and it made my heart ache. Abby reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck, holding me close to her. She opened her mouth, sliding her tongue over my bottom lip, it sent shivers down my spine. But then I felt something cold, hard, and I knew exactly what it was. It was a pin, or a needle or something, to get me out of these handcuffs. I continued to kiss her as I took the object from her mouth. She broke away as soon as it was gone, and I felt my heart skip a beat. But didn't stop there, she breathed in, and came right back to press her lips to mine again.

But then, I heard movement behind us, Henry took a step forward, grabbing Abby's arms and angrily pulling her back, "That's enough," he said- and I realized that I wasn't the only one in the room that harbored deep feelings for Abby. She struggled, breathing hard as he took hold of her neck. I watched as she glared up at the man that was once her best friend.

"I love him," she said the words strong and confident. My heart practically jumped out of my chest and did a dance right in the middle of the room. But it only lasted for a second.

I could only stand there watching as Henry backhand slapped her in the face, sending her flying into the workbench on the other side of the room. She half groaned half yelled as she crashed into the toolbox. The happiness I'd felt vanished completely and that murderous feeling I'd had earlier replaced it. He'd hit her.

Abby whimpered slightly as Henry turned around running his fingers through his head, "Uhh, I shouldn't have done that," he was obviously unhappy with his actions, but that didn't make it okay. I wanted him gone, I wanted to hit him and kick him for what he'd done. He reached towards her to help her up "C'mon, let's get-" Fury reached its peak and I yelled at him.

"Get the hell away from her!" I said leaning towards him, ready for the blow that was sure to come from the murderous black glare he was giving me. He advanced, but Abby was quicker. She yelled as she stabbed him in the foot with a tool that had flown from the box. Henry yelped out in pain, and Abby bolted it. She flew the door open and ran. I was glad for it. Henry grunted as he pulled the screw driver from his foot, turning around quickly and hesitating at the door, "Abby!" he yelled, but turned around and grabbed a massive boarding knife from the work bench, Wakefield's crude weapon of choice. He ran from the room, and as soon as he was gone, I spit the pin out of my mouth, and worked quickly to unlock the handcuffs.

I would save her this time, I wouldn't let him get her. I wouldn't let him win.

I finished on the handcuffs in less than a minute. I was ready to bolt out the door as they had, but my ribs gave up a little. I stretched and groaned out loud, there were definitely more than two broken bones. But I sucked in a breath and ran from the room.

I couldn't see them, but I could hear voices, and I ran towards them. As soon as they came into view I heard Abby yell, though I couldn't quite hear what she was saying. Her voice sent me racing, and I crashed into Henry, as we both went flying over the side of a cliff I hadn't known was there. My ribs crunched again as Henry and I went rolling down in separate halves of the cliff. I tumbled all the way down till I hit the rocks, slowed, and finally came to a stop at the water's edge.

I was definitely banged up, but at least Abby was away from Henry. The crunching of rocks told me that she was running to me, and I felt her hands on me, on my chest, and brushing hair from my face. Even her feather light touch on my had my ribs aching. "Jimmy, Jimmy," she whispered quickly. She moved both her hands to my face, and turned my head slowly to her, I blinked and opened my eyes, wanting to see her face. "Are you okay?" she whispered frantically. I decided to answer truthfully, so I slightly shook my head back and forth.

"No," I groaned, lifting my head up to get a better look at her. She was absolutely terrified, I could tell. But despite myself, I smiled a small little smile, because she was alive, and Henry wasn't there to hit her. I started to lay my head back down, and began to close my eyes, but out of the corner of them, I saw the monster approaching, with an odd look on his face. He looked… repentant. Abby noticed that my attention had been diverted, and she automatically took the boarding knife that was next to me in her hands- how had it gotten there? She turned around, prepared to defend us when I couldn't, but she was too close, and Henry was too near, I tried to muster up a small voice to warn her not to turn, but it was lost inside of me, and as soon as she had turned, the blade was run through her best friend.

Abby gasped and looked down at the blade that pierced her best friend's abdomen. They stared at each other for a long moment, grasping what had just happened. Sinking to their knees, I felt my hand twitch to help Abby, I wanted to help, but the moment seemed… private. Henry had given me a last moment with her to say goodbye, and so I should let him. He may have killed everyone in our lives… but despite all of that, I knew that he cared about Abby. There was always a look in his eyes when he saw her, and I knew that he loved her.

I couldn't see Abby's face as she looked up at Henry, but I could see his. They were filled with tears, and he looked so innocent, so sorry, that it was hard to believe that he was the same person who'd kicked and hit me earlier today, telling me that he was going to kill me. Abby was breathing hard, I could hear her breaths coming in little gasps, like she was crying.

"I love you," I barely heard Henry whisper. I watched as Abby let go of the boarding knife, and let her best friend slowly slide down, and collapse slowly on his side, his eyes fluttered closed, and Henry Dunn, was gone.

She sat there, staring at the man she'd just killed… Killed… Abby couldn't have killed him. It was impossible. It wasn't comprehendible. It had been an accident, he'd been too close, he'd been about to kill us. She was starting to cry, softly, and she buried her face in her hands. I needed to help her.

So I pulled myself up, groaning as I did, and propped myself up on my good arm. I reached my hand out, hesitant, and put it on her outstretched hand. She whirled around to me, staring at me wide eyed. "Jimmy," she whispered. I pulled her closer to me, as she dug her head into my chest, and cried.

"Shh, Abby, it's okay, it's okay. It was an accident, it's okay, you're safe now, everything is going to be alright." I kissed her hair. She turned to look up at me, tears streaming down her face. I bent my forehead to hers, she inclined towards me, breathing softly, as we had a moment of our own.