Chapter 63

Conflict

"That's brilliant news!" Lukas beamed down at Dominika, his hand grabbing hers. "Is it just your foot or…"

"At the moment it's just the foot." Dominika confirmed. "But they weren't expecting any movement at all. The fact I can move my toes means good expectations that eventually I'll be able to move my legs and then go back to normal. I still have to get surgery, of course, but this is a start."

"I was worried you'd never walk again." Lukas frowned.

"There you go again, being worried." Dominika shook her head slightly with a wry smile. "Tak zhe, kak moy otets."

"Your father?" Lukas tilted his head slightly in question. "Have you talked to him recently?"

"Yeah, on the phone." Dominika nodded. "It's times like this, when you're injured badly, that you regret the stupid decisions you make. I was so intent on getting out of the house because I hated the control my father and mother put on me, the pressure, everything. Ya takoy durak."

"You're not an idiot." Lukas disagreed.

"Not anymore." Dominika grinned. "But I was. You don't appreciate the good things in life until it goes to shit. But I'll get better. And you know what? I'll talk with them. Fix things up. I can't be on bad terms if something even worse happens, y'know? Peace of mind and all that."

"I know. You definitely should. There is nothing worse than not being able to tell family the important things. I was far too late."

"But you didn't know it would happen." Dominika said firmly. "Both were unexpected. No-one could have expected that."

"Other than the guys that instigated my dad's… dad's death."

"You're being down again. Ne unyvayte."

"Cheer up?" Lukas smiled. "Not much to be cheerful about, Dominika. People are dropping like flies. Josie, Riley, Becca… I saw them. I saw their smiles, their determination but despite that… those faces are as still as the night. Snuffed out before their time."

"Now you're just being grim." Dominika frowned.

"I'm being real." Lukas wiped a hand across his face. "It might be my face that grows still as stone soon."

"Don't say that." Dominika squeezed his hand. "Now you're just being a pessimist."

"Yeah, I guess." Lukas sighed. "There are going to be so many things I'll regret if things go south. I want to fix them but I just can't. But there is one thing I can do…"

Dominika barely opened her mouth to ask 'what?' when Lukas leaned down and planted a kiss straight on the lips. It continued for a few seconds before Lukas pulled back, smiling softly.

"When death seems so close, you need to have friends, family, and people to keep you going. You are definitely the person who is keeping me going, Dominika." Lukas chuckled slightly. "I think being kidnapped and then being in a near death accident bonded us."

"Huh…" Dominika touched her lips in surprise. "I guess you're a romantic as well as a handsome guy." Suddenly she grinned. "Hey… y'know what else you would regret?" Dominika glanced mischievously around the room. "No one's going to be coming here for a while…"

Lukas blinked, his eyes flashing in surprise. "Woah, I'm not sure-"

"Ne bud' takim zastenchivym!" Dominika reached up, hooking her arms around the back of Lukas' neck and pulling him in. "I don't need my legs for this."

XXX

About to knock on Dominika's room's door, Nick stopped at the sounds within. He let out a small chuckle. Or… I won't go in. Withdrawing his hand, Nick turned and walked towards the exit. He was planning on telling Lukas that David was going to be all right and about Dorothy, but… well, that could wait. Lukas and Dominika were enjoying themselves, he didn't want to be the one to break that up.

Enjoying themselves… 'Cause they trust each other and survive for each other.

Nick paused as he exited the hospital, feeling a small knot in his stomach. Everyone seemed to have somebody to latch on. David now had Dorothy, Chloe had Jeremy, even Jay had Alexander (In the friend status). Not him though. He was the only person who actually had no-one. No family, no friends… The only people he talked to were those who talked to Wayne, but they weren't direct friends. He hadn't heard from them since Willingboro.

What was worse was that he couldn't bury Wayne's physical body. When the CSI were called in to the remnants of Willingboro, all that remained were multitudes of blood stains. They were still identifying each of the blood stains.

The only person without someone… the only person with nothing to lose…

A sudden idea sparked in Nick's head, and almost instantly grew into something more. Something that would work. For a moment he paused, wondering how to go about this newfound plan. He had to talk with Fisk. Nick walked off at a brisk pace, heading for Fisk's building.

XXX

"You are a fool, Lisa." Fisk rarely showed anger, but now a vein pulsed in his forehead as he confronted Lisa, eyes wide enough to strain the wire stitches.

Lisa shook her head wildly, eyes and cheeks stained with tears. "How? How am I a fool?"

"Remember the last time you descended into mourning?" Fisk growled. "You abandoned your new-born son and your nine-year old child. They had to grow up without a mother."

"And now Miles won't know the love of a mother anymore." Lisa snapped back. "That man killed him."

"'That man' is your son, and from what I understand, he didn't have much choice."

"He should've killed me!"

"And what good what that have done?" Fisk roared, his raised voice causing Lisa to recoil back in shock. "Lisa Valentine, I hope you realise the anguish that Joshua is going through. He was given a choice, an impossible choice, between two people he shared the bond of blood. His younger brother who he raised, or the mother who raised him. The only way Joshua could have decided was by pure business and that business was who could help defeat Myers, and Lisa, you are strong and the ideal candidate. Joshua made the very hard, but correct decision." Fisk breathed hard, his chest rising and falling. "What is happening is exactly what Myers wants. For us to break apart. Joshua's gone already, and I'm guessing you want to be doing the same thing. You cannot. Lisa, we need you."

Lisa just shook her head. "You don't need me. I'm useless." Lisa started to walk out towards the door.

"You are breaking everything Joshua saved you for." Fisk snapped. "Even if he did make the wrong decision, which he did not, you need to make the most of the life he saved. You are not doing that by walking away like a good for nothing coward."

At the sharp words, Lisa stopped walking but didn't turn back around.

"Joshua saved you so you could end this atrocity known as Myers. You need to help us. Joshua wanted you to help and I am all but certain Isaac would want you to help too. Isaac doesn't want you to walk away from this situation like the coward you seem to b-"

In an instant, Lisa swung around, her hand striking Fisk's cheek like a knife. The force of the slap was enough to send Fisk stumbling, clutching his face in shock.

"Isaac is not alive anymore. He cannot suggest anything." Lisa said slowly. "Just like Miles is gone. My son is dead, my husband is dead, and my other son is nothing but a murderer. That is something that my mind cannot handle."

"What about Joshua?" Fisk asked, red welts already growing on his cheek. A thin line of blood was also showing from Lisa's nail. "What about his mind? Now more than ever he is going to need support, and that support is something you can give. He is going to rot away if he isn't helped."

"Let him rot." Lisa snarled, walking back towards the door and opening it. "He is not my son anymore."

A/N:- Thanks to PrincezzShell101 for your review!

Things are definitely getting big in my writing. Not only is Revelations reaching its crescendo (and, I have the say, the best fanfiction I have written), but I am on the verge on starting to write my first original story (Which is going to be fantasy based). Things are only heating up from my writing. In a few years, I think I'll be ready to head on out to a real book.

Anywho, 'till next time!