"Hi, Flynn. I just wanted to call and see if I can do anything for you."

Flynn smiled. "Thanks, Lindsay. I'm okay. It was a bad day but my mom says it will get better."

"I saw what your mom did to those creeps. She seems kind of bad-ass."

Flynn laughed. He'd never really thought about it before. "She's okay."

"I know you don't really know me, but there is something I wanted to say to you. This is really embarrassing..."

"Its..it's okay Lindsay."

"To tell you the truth I've kind of had a crush on you for a while now. That sounds kind of stupid, doesn't it?"

"Really? That's pretty cool. Really cool."

"The reason I didn't say anything before is because your dad was boring old Mr. White, and he always gave my brother a tough time in chemistry. I figured if I said anything then he'd really have it out for Jake."

Flynn laughed. "Well my dad's no longer around..."

"Yeah, I heard," Linsday sympathized.

"Wait, Jake Jackson is your brother? How come he doesn't have...your last name?"

"He's my foster brother. I've been in foster care since I was born. My mom used drugs when she was pregnant, and my dad's been in and out of jail. I have never really met them."

"I'm sorry, Lindsay."

"It's okay. Anyways that's why I can't go to gym class or stuff like that. I kind of have problems breathing sometimes and have to use an oxygen mask. It's a pain, but I guess you get used to it after awhile."

"Kind of like my braces."

"Yeah. Like your braces," she smiled. "Anyways, I didn't know if you wanted to go to the dance next Friday with me."

"I'd like that, but my mom..."

"Oh, yeah, with your dad and all that. That's okay. I guess I was kind of stupid to think..."

"You're not stupid! I would really like to go. Maybe...maybe I can talk to my mom."

"Yeah? Okay then."

"Okay."

"Well, Flynn, I got homework to do. But anytime you want to talk or if your mom will let you hang out with me..."

"Thanks, Lindsay. I'm glad..I'm really glad you called."

"Me too. Bye, Flynn."

"Bye."

With that, he hung up the phone, and with a huge smile on his face, he headed back out to the living room.

"Mom, you'll never guess..."

"Just a minute. I'm on hold with your aunt Marie."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Would you mind checking on your sister for me?"

"Sure, Mom." With that, Flynn happily went to Holly's room, anxious to tell anyone, even an infant, about what had just happened to him.

00000

"You're pregnant."

"If you think you can take this child from me the way you took my husband..." Marie warned.

Walt started coughing. Marie didn't know what to do. For a minute she felt bad for him, but why should she?

"I don't want to impose..." he started as soon as his coughing started to die down. "But do you think I can sit down for a minute?"

"Why? Why are you here, Walt? What do you want from me?"

He reached in his pocket, slowly, and for a minute she was afraid he was grabbing for a gun. But then she saw what it was he had in his hand- it was Hank's wedding ring.

She started to help him to the couch, then looked down and realized her hand was covered in blood. Looking at Walt, she quickly surmised that he'd been injured, shot more than likely, then wrapped him in a throw blanket and helped him sit down.

"Marie? Are you there?" came the voice from the phone.

"It's Skylar, isn't it?" Walt wheezed. "It's okay. Do what you need to do."

Not taking her eyes off Walt for a minute, she quickly and calmly returned to the phone. "Skylar, listen to me. You need to come here, right now. Have Flynn watch Holly. I don't care what you have to do, just come over here now."

"Is it the baby?" Skylar started to ask, but by then Marie had hung up and returned her attentions to Walt.

"What do you want, Walt? Do you know how easy it would be for me to call the cops right now?"

"Do what you must. But before you do, I want you to have this..." he reached into his wallet and pulled out what appeared to be a lottery ticket.

"What do I want from this? I don't need money! I need my husband back!"

"With this, you will have him back. These are coordinates. That's where you will find Hank. And Gomez, too."

"So he's really..."

Walt nodded. "But I want you to know that I did not do it."

"Why should I believe a word out of your mouth? You tell me you know where my husband's at, you bring me his ring...do you think I'm stupid?" Marie spat out.

.

"Because..." Walt said slowly. "Hank was family. I would never hurt my family. He was more than family, he was my best friend. I tried to save him."

"How thoughtful. But that still doesn't bring him back, now does it?"

"I offered every penny I had-80 million dollars, if they would just spare him. I never wanted this. I'm so sorry, Marie. I'm sorry."

For a minute she felt sorry for him. It was clear from his condition that he was not long for the world. He was dying all alone, a broken and hated man, with nothing to show for any of his evil deeds. She still had the gun within reach, but Marie knew she wouldn't need it. Nature would take its course at any moment.

"Marie! What in God's name is the emergency? You had me all scared..." Skylar shouted as she let herself into her sister's house. Then she saw him. Now laying on the couch, laboring to breathe, was Walt.

"Oh, Walt. What can I do? Do you want me to call someone?" she asked meekly.

"We both know that won't do me any good. I just had to tell you..had to tell you both.. that all threats to the family have been taken care of. You have nothing to worry about anymore."

Skylar and Marie both knew what that meant.

"Did Hank know..about the baby?"

Marie shook her head.

"Skylar..." he gasped. "Can you...get me a pillow or something?".

She did one better than that. She sat next to him and propped his head up on her lap. With one final caress of his face, for better or worse, Walter White was gone.

tbc