So it turns out this finale might be more than 1 part. If I had it in one part… it might be longer than 4k words. So I just put it into parts. Here's the first part 1 enjoy!

Sean's leg was shaking uncontrollably as he sat on Alex's couch. It had been hours since they started on Alex's surgeries and still no word. He kept his eyes on the rings. Both seemed so similar, but both were two different futures. He loved Alex. He had never felt the way he did before. The moment he saw Alex for the first time, even though they hated each other, he never loved anyone so much.

If he had a chance to change one thing about her, he would take it in a heart beat. The one thing he would change would be her last name. Alexandra Pierce, he would do anything to make it a reality. He would tattoo it on his chest to prove it to her. He knew more than anything his love was true. He had found the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It takes a man to not cry. He lifted his head trying to hold back the fear filled tears for Alex's life. It takes a man with a heart to cry for the ones he loves. It was no use. His cheek filled with waterfalls. His fingers brushed the engagement ring in his hand. The inside read, My Love, My Life, My Alexandra Pierce.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he kept her picture in his mind. "She'll be fine. She's been through worse."

He looked up to see Birkoff giving him a reassuring smile. "It's all my fault. I tried so hard to find her when she left," Sean hid the rings in his fists, gripping them tighter as he thought of how true his words were, "The only reason she went through all that torture was to save my life… and now she might die because of me."

Birkoff took a deep breath, unsure what to say.

Just then a doctor left the room and walked over to Sean. There was blood all over is clothes. No doubt in anyone's mind that it seemed like too much blood for someone to lose.

"Please tell me she's okay," Sean begged.

"She's awake but we're afraid the healing from the surgery might go either way. Her body was so weak from starvation that it's a fifty-fifty if she will survive," the doctor wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead, "She needs to stay awake or she might enter a coma state. We will need to keep an eye on her making sure she stays in bed and her wounds heal right."

"Can I see her?" Sean's voice was shaky. What he heard was the last thing he wanted to hear, but she was alive and he was more glad than ever.

The doctor smiled with exhaustion, "Yes, but try to make sure she stays in bed. Every time she's left alone she tries to leave. Something about an Elizabeth."

Sean didn't wait for any other words. He went straight to the room. Heart pounding afraid for what he might see, yet ecstatic that she's alive, he stopped at the door preparing himself. He hadn't seen her in almost six months. He wasn't complete that whole time.

Alex sat there in her bed, staring at her arms. They were covered in bandages. There were only small points on her arm where she could actually see her skin; the rest was just shadowed by all the wraps from the surgery she had done. All she could think about was Elizabeth. All the things she could have been going through at that time. Everything the young girl was going through was all her fault. If she hadn't went to find her than she might have a more normal life.

Now that Amanda is dead, does that mean her life will finally be normal? Will her life ever be normal?

"Alex?" a soothing voice came from the door.

She looked up to see Sean with a smile and tears. Her emotion wasn't what he was expecting. Her face was filled with nothing but despair. Alex's eyes which were usually so welcoming, were now barren and lost. He looked at her trying to stay strong. She was covered in injuries. Her leg was covered in a cast and so was her arm. There was a wrap around her head, a small amount of blood seeping through.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" he ran up to her kissing her cheek.

"Is Elizabeth here?" Alex asked nervous to find out the answer.

Sean hesitated to tell her. He was afraid if he let her know then she might get up and leave again, opening her wounds. "…. Nikita's left for her and we haven't heard anything sense."

A moment came where the only sound in the room was Alex's heart monitor. No one spoke. Sean tucked the rings inside his jacket pocket. It wasn't the right time. She wasn't herself.

"I can't do it," Alex gently spoke, "I thought I could. I thought that if I tried hard enough I could, but I can't."

"What are you talking about?" Sean became scared, not for himself but for her, "You can do whatever you put your mind to."

"When I was with Amanda for months, I went through pain I never knew existed, not just physical, but unbearable mental torture," Alex paused for a moment trying to keep herself together as she remembered what she went through, "My body isn't even as bad as it was when I was in there. My father sometimes had doctors come in and help me. What I should look like right now is something you would never want to see."

Sean just sat there. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wanted nothing more than to not hear any of it. The more she told him the more guilt he had on his shoulders. It was all his fault she didn't fight back.

"Amanda would break one of my bones just so she could have something to do. My arm was bent all the way around at one point. I could feel my skin ripping as she kept on twisting it. No matter how loud I screamed in pain, no one heard me; no one came to save me. I know more than anything that you love me and that you were looking for a way to save me, but in my head I felt like no one was coming. That I would have to feel the relentless pain for the rest of my life…" Alex paused as she came to what she needed to say, "With everything I went through, all the knives and wounds, none of it was even close to what the brothel was like. I would go through all that torture time and time again if it meant staying out of another sex trafficking."

Sean's eyes didn't move from looking at her. They just scoped out all her bandages. Each one was a time Alex felt alone and each one was a reason Sean blamed himself.

Alex finally looked at him, "I can't be a mother knowing that each day my daughter could end up in a place like that. I haven't even had her for a year and she's already in a brothel. Elizabeth deserves a safe life…. Even if it means a life without me," Alex took a long deep breath choking down the tears as they tried to surface, "That's why I'm going to give Elizabeth up to an adoption family when she comes back."

Alex gave him one of the worst fake smiles he had ever seen. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The only reason Alex left in the first place was to find her daughter. She would take a bullet for the girl. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved her daughter more than ever, no way she truly wanted to give her up.

"Alex, no place can be safe for her than with you-"

"Then why is she in trouble right now!" Alex turned to him furious, not at him but herself, "If being with me is really the safest place then why is she in a brothel!"

The heart monitor sped up. The beeps became fast and faster. It read one hundred eighty beats per minute. It was practically off the readings.

"Alex, please calm down," Sean tried to put his hand on her shoulder.

She slapped his hand away. "How can I be calm when she's being used as a sex slave?!"

Doctors began rushing in. They all had frantic looks in their eyes as they saw the heart rating. "her bandages are opening up!" a doctor was grabbing everything he could, sweat pouring down his brow, "Alex calm down!"

"Elizabeth I'm sorry!" Alex resisted as all the doctors tried to hold her down.

"Sean you need to get out of here," a doctor looked at him as they were putting a needle in Alex's arm.

They began to lead Sean out, but they were really pushing him. He walked as slow as possible. Alex had felt like no one was there for her before. He was going to make sure she never felt that way again. He tried as hard as he could to try and stay, but they practically grabbed him and threw him out.

"Her wounds are opening up! Hold her down already!" Those were last word he saw of Alex before he left the room, leaving her alone again.

Michael

The pedal was on the floor as he drove as fast as he could. His tires screeched every time he turned. Each red light made no difference to him; they were more like suggestions as he didn't slow down.

How could you do this? How could you go off on your own? I was so close, you could have waited. Michael hit the steering wheel; his thoughts began to get the best of him.

He was brought out of his thoughts as his phone rang. With so much excitement he clicked answer, "Nikita!"

"No… It's Owen. I'm right behind you," Michael could hear car horns by the phone.

"You're not coming," Michael told him.

"Well that's not the kind of hello I was hoping for," Owen tried to lighten the mood.

"You're not coming!" Michael yelled demandingly into the phone, "Look! Nikita's still mad about what we didn't tell her!"

"You need back up. Who knows what we're heading into," Owen tried to persuade him, "… hey did you ever see what Nikita's secret was?"

Michael breathed in, "… Nothing could be worse than what I did."

He hung up the phone, giving up on Owen.

Owen sat there, closing his phone. "Don't be so sure about that."