Well, normally people don't work on Christmas Eve but really, the family doesn't come until late tonight and I am going to work. Deal with it people! I think I'm gonna give ya'll a break because, well, it's Christmas week. So, people, I won't be expecting any reviews... :)
Lots of Laughs and Smiles and Merry Christmas
Disclaimer: nope..I never owned High School Musical and probably never will...I don't own Home lyrics by Daughtry

Love ya'll


Good Comes Last

by: Laugh, in laughnsmile96

Chapter Four: Home


Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

Chris Daughtry, Home

A prolonged 'ding' resounded in the elevator and the doors started to close, pulling one 28 year old and a 25 year old man out of their thoughts. Quick-like, Troy pushed the 'door open' button on the side of the portable box and the doors parted again. This time, Troy stepped out of the transporter onto the rough, carpeted floor of the hospital, face to face with Jesse. Instead of speaking, Troy took off, sauntering towards the entrance of the building.

"Wait!" Jesse's deep voice cracked. Troy turned around, about thirty steps away from Gabriella's elder brother. Jesse looked just as miserable as he was three months ago with Chad. "Floor number three?" Jesse asked softly , barely audible. Troy looked down, shamefully, nodded slightly and then face the other direction. Defenselessly, Jesse disappeared into the lift.

Troy seated himself on a blue, striped couch and looked around. Not everything was white in the lobby, there was more blue and red. There were more people, too. Some were on the couches sniffling with a pale tissue in hand. Others were soothing the ones crying or just looking desperately out window, into the dark rainy night. Children, who were too innocent to know where they were, sat in front of the aquarium , watching the shy clown fish go and in and out of it's respective cave. Everywhere it was still silent. Only the tender, comforting words , that were whispered into ears, were heard.

Suddenly, a light pat was on his knee and soft cries were overwhelming his ears. Troy's eyes shifted to a small, adorable girl, crying at his knees.

"Mommy! Kian just pushed me onto the ground and now I got a cut on my leg!" the little girl was bawling innocently and looking in the direction of an older boy, just older than the little girl crying in front of Troy.

Now, Troy wasn't so fond of kids, little ones especially but something about this petite girl was just too adorable. He found an obvious attraction to this kid. Troy looked ,again, at the girl more closely , this time and studied her features. Perfectly curled, black hair flew down to just beneath her shoulders, bangs pinned back on her head. Tears stained the girl's face but her eyes were a bright chocolate. Her cheeks were red, and chubby. Troy's heart melted at the sight of this beautiful youngster. The girl turned her head towards Troy and a soft gasp was inhaled into her mouth.

"You're not my mommy," the girl sniffled. Troy shook his head, agreeing with the her. "Where's my mommy?" she looked around but then her eyes came back to Troy's blue ones. Troy didn't know how to react. A 4 to 6 year old girl comes up to him with a cut, and looking for her mother, of course he doesn't know how to react. He decided to start with her cut.

"Can I see your cut?" Troy's voice was two octaves higher and a abnormal screeching sound came with his voice. Immediately, Troy closed his mouth and cleared his throat.

"What?" the girl's voice squeaked. She showed a small sign of giggling at Troy's voice.

"Can I see your cut?" He repeated, normally. The kid's mouth formed in the shape of an 'o'. She nodded at Troy and held her hands up. It was at this that Troy's eyebrows drew close together. A few moments passed before Troy understood her plead. She wanted a seat on his lap. Troy took his hands out of his jean pockets and placed them under her armpits. Carefully, he lifted the girl up plopped her on his lower thigh.

The girl wore a flowery skirt with a denim jacket over it. She delicately pulled up her skirt , right above her knee. There, a red line ran the whole length of her knee with a blood slowly dripping down her leg.

"Does it hurt" Troy asked. The girl nodded, her whole body shaking as an impact. She was still looking at the cut on her joint. Troy looked around at first but then lifted the girl again and stood up. He held her close to him, on his side. She looked at him, confused. Troy carried the toddler to the front desk. The nurse on the other end of the counter smiled at them, ready for a certain order.

"Can we have band aid, please" Troy confronted and placed the baby on his side on the counter. She sat on the edge of the cold, blue wooden desk. The old nurse nodded and smiled at Troy. She left her seat and turned around to go into a door. Troy gave his attention to the girl in front of him.

"Whats your name?" he asked curiously. To Troy is was surprising he was even helping this girl out. The girl smiled at him, brightly.

"Camilla Luther" she said proudly with a smile on her face. Troy felt tears of joy brim in his eyes, he found the start of his healing process and for the first time in three whole months, Troy smiled lovingly.

"And Kian? Is he your brother?" The little girl nodded and rolled her eyes.

"Yup, Kian Luther is my bwother. He's six and I'm four. He's a big fat meanie" Camilla whined.

The nurse who had gone for the band-aid came back with two in hand. She handed them to Troy. He looked down in his hand and instantly saw the reason why there were two band aids.

"Barney or Blues Clues?" Camilla looked at the band aids he was looking at in both of his hands. She thought for a while before pulling both of his hands and holding them out for him to put on.

"It's very big cut" Troy laughed at Camilla's words and then knelt down in front of the girl. Her legs swayed back and forth as Troy pulled her skirt up to right above her knee. Silently, he oped the two aids and stuck them on Camilla's baby skin, forming an X. Camilla leaned forward to watch him miraculously put the bands on her. As soon as he finished Troy started to get up, picking up the scraps.

Camilla giggled. " Hey! You forgot something!" Troy looked at her and titled his head to the side.

"What did I forget?"

"A good luck kiss!" Troy's heart dropped at her cuteness. "Mommy, always gave every boo-boo a good luck kiss so that it will heal fast and then I get a lollipop. Troy laughed out loud again.

"okay?" he got on his knees again. Troy pulled up her skirt again and then leaned forward, closing his eyes and puckering his lips. As soon as a wet kiss was placed on her knee, Camilla slid off of the counter into Troy's arms again. He lifted her up.

"Now, my lollipop, " Troy grinned brightly in amusement as Camilla held her tiny hand out. He picked out a cherry flavored lollipop and handed it to the little four year old. As she took it, she slid down Troy's body and landed on her feet again.

"Open it please" she ordered politely after she had struggled with the wrapping paper at the end of the stick. Troy did as she had said and gave the red candy to the girl.

"Thank you!" With that, Camilla turned her little body around and walked away. Troy watched in admiration.

"daughter?" the nurse behind the counter asked. Troy snapped his head towards the nurse, smiled and shook his head. Suddenly, a rhythmic tug came at his jeans. He looked down to find the same chocolate eyes looking up at him. He squatted down and put his arm around her.

"I forgot to ask" she said. "What's your name?" Troy smiled, his ocean eyes sparkling.

"Troy" he answered.

"Troy" Camilla repeated. Her eyes brightened. " You were on TV last night!" she remembered. "My bwother loves you!" Troy smiled.

"Tell him that I would like to meet him sometime but only if he is nice to Camilla" the girl's eyes twinkled. She giggled.

"I will!" she ran away. " Bye Troy" her small hand waved Troy off, leaving a brand new smile on Troy's face. The 25 year old man started the other direction until he was called by Camilla again.

"Troy?" Troy turned around instantly and blue met brown.

"Yeah?" she giggled, her soft voice echoing throughout the whole hospital.

"You look pretty when you smile"


Chad came through the doors of Los Angeles Hospital, panting heavily from his jog to get from his parking space to here. He looked around for Troy until he finally spotted a brown head on a dark blue couch. He exhaled in relief.

"Troy!" he yelled. The brown head that he yelled to twisted his head. Chad stopped in his tracks when he saw Troy's face. His lips had curved at the edges. Troy Bolton was smiling. Chad ran over to the couch where he was sitting at. He took a seat right across from him on the matching couch.

"Holy shit," Chad was stunned. "What happened? I haven't seen you smile ever since-" Suddenly Troy's smile disappeared and in a second a dark cloud hovered in his eyes. Chad was horrified at this. He winced.

Teagan. God, he forgot. Teagan. The devil's name played over and over in his head. "Teagan" he said aloud. "Chad! Why did you have to remind me?!" Troy clutched his heart in antagonizing pain as tears poured out of his eyes. In a matter of milliseconds, Troy traveled back into his dark world. Teagan.

"Troy" Chad soothed. "Tell me what happened,"

And just like three months ago, Troy told him everything that happened in the past four hours with his friend trying to comfort him.


"I picked up Matt and I'm on my way" Jesse put his phone away and slid down the white walls. The doctors did not tell Jesse anything, yet, they didn't even notice that he was there. Jesse was scared. Deathly afraid of losing Gabriella, his little sister. The elevator doors opened and a blond slim lady stepped out, with a tear stained face. Behind her an African American ,looking desperate for hope, followed.

"I got the phone call. What the hell happened?" Sharpay's voice, just like many others, was cracked indicating that she was crying. Along with her blood shot eyes. Jesse got up and fast-walked towards them. Sharpay engulfed him in a hug.

"Some...someone hit Gabi" he said. Zeke approached Jesse and rushed forth for a manly hug. Zeke gave Jesse hard pats on the back, like he was trying to jolt the happiness alive. Sharpay winced and her eyes closed.

"Have you heard anything from the doctors?" Zeke asked calmly, trying not to breakdown. Jesse shook his head, no. The elevator doors opened again and a African American woman and behind her a brunette male with his hand in another brunette. Taylor, Matt and Ashley came joined the group ,too.

Soon enough, tears were spread and everyone shared their pain. They all were pleading god, begging for Gabriella's safety. She was too important. Gabriella was the life in the whole gang. The one that kept them all alive and running. Without her, it would be like the whole world had dimmed in life.

Once again, the lift's doors disconnected and out stepped Troy, his eyes as dreary as they were three months ago. Behind him, Chad came, too.

Sharpay's anger flared. This was the guy who had hurt Gabriella , their dear Gabi. Her hazel eyes burned with fire and mouth leaked with poisonous words. Everyone knew this was going to happen, that was who Sharpay was. Jesse, Taylor, Zeke, Matt, Ashley, and Sharpay all stood up.

"You," she expressed, venom dripping from her mouth. She started walking towards Troy, threatening him. "You foul and loathsome, evil bastard" she cursed him. "How could you do this to Gabi? What harm did she ever do to you, huh? Do you know how many hearts you are gonna break if she is gone?" Sharpay was yelling, right in front of his face, her tears springing out of her eyes like a waterfall. Sharpay raised her hand. The hatred inside her for Troy exploded. She thrust her hand towards his right cheek. Troy winced as he anticipated the sting.

"Shar, stop!" Jesse hollered in a demanding tone. "He's got it worse then us" Jesse stepped forth in front of Troy. He looked at the 25 year old man in the eye with his sea green eyes and suddenly, enveloped him in a hug. Troy erupted in tears.

"I'm sorry!" he cried as the two bawled together. "I'm sorry!"

"Jesse Montez?" another male voice interrupted. The two young men pulled back from their hug and looked for the source of the voice.

"That's me" Jesse indicated, solemnly. Dr. Kane made himself visible to everyone.

"I need to speak to Gabriella's family" he informed.

"We are all her only family" Taylor said. "Well, except for-"

"Tay" Jesse disciplined. He started to speak,"Anything about Gabriella can be heard by all of us" Dr. Kane nodded, understanding and continued.

"Gabriella Montez, age 25, born on December 14th, 1983 did not die today" A wave of relief passed through the whole hallway but silence sustained. "But I am sad to say that Gabriella did not have a peaceful survival" he paused before explained. "Gabriella suffers from amnesia, simply put: the Loss of Memory"