Kilana, Abby, Haily, Thoren, Sammy and Chandra - hey guys! Wow, that's a lot of you to be jumping around! lol. I'm glad you're all happy though!

Nienna Tinehtele - lol, you may want to hug him now, but you might not soon!

ambercsiny - Well I'm glad that I could make you laugh. And I think that song is possibly my favourite!

Carrie Michelle - I couldn't leave it like that, even though I was tempted, so she had to pull through. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long!

Trizzy - Boone... I was GUTTED when they killed him off, and so mad at Locke. But I'm now about two seasons behind - and I'm not going to watch it until it's done with, because I can't stand waiting for the next episode (and two and a bit seasons to find out why that dratted plane crashed was unnecessary!) I think that would be an amusing review, lol! Sorry to keep you waiting!

ah-dorably key-ute - It's become something of an epic, so I'm thrilled you kept on reading. I'm glad you like it, and I hope you continue to do so!

Bmangaka - I know - I have visions of people walking down the streets with salt shakers. And we've gone so long without snow whilst the rest of the country has it. And then it snowed last night. Yay!

demolished-soul - that's alright - it's nice to be ahead in the updating for once, lol! I hope your exams went alright! And I was very tempted. So very tempted!

meadow567 - Well, I think there's a semi cliffhanger on the end of this one, but it's not as bad! And I've had a play around for you!

sparkyCSI - I watched last night's episode and it has given me inspiration - unrelated to the episode, but inspiration nonetheless! So I'm going to try and get something sent to you tonight. Did I send you 18 back? I can't remember!

RK9 - so you want a dog in this?? I have something planned, I think. But not a dog. I think Seymour's ready (he has been enjoying the snow!)

Righto... two things... the first being that this chapter was beta'd by my wonderful beta, sparky... the second being, I made changes, so spelling mistakes are my fault... and the changes are dedicated to meadow567!

Part Two.

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 205: You didn't get to heaven, but you made it close.

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head oh…
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh…

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close

42, Coldplay

Taylor stared out to sea, feeling the sun's warm rays calming her. She knew she was supposed to be doing something. Something relatively important. But the actual thought of what that was, was fading away, being carried out to sea with every lap of the surf against the beach.

In the distance, a surfer she had been watching wiped out, disappearing under the water. He emerged coming out of the water not far from her. 'Have you decided?' he asked her as he joined her side.

Taylor shrugged. 'I don't know. I don't remember.'

Luke smiled. 'Let me remind you.' The scenery changed in a ball of white light. It took a while for the balls of white light to disappear from Taylor's eyes to realise that she was standing in a hospital room, staring down at someone asleep in a bed. 'Does that help?'

'That's me?' Taylor said, more statement then question as she recognised herself lost in the bedsheets.

'That's you,' Luke confirmed. 'And do you know what you want to do?'

Taylor shook her head, shaking the cobwebs from them. 'Yes,' she told Luke. 'But you already knew that didn't you?'

Luke nodded.

'And you already know what my answer is?'

Luke nodded. 'Yes. But you made the choice, and that is the important bit. Even more important than the fact that you made the right one. Now,' he stepped behind her. 'This is going to hurt.' He gave her a shove and she went flying back into herself.

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Taylor's eyes shot open. And the first thing she saw was Aiden. 'I didn't pick heaven, did I? Am I dead?'

Aiden grinned at her. 'No, you are very much alive. Welcome back to the land of the living… and the dead…' she shrugged. 'Glad you're awake.'

Taylor shifted her gaze to the rest of the room. There were dozens upon dozens of flowers – namely roses (which she assumed to be from her father), balloons, and more cards than she was sure she knew people. Finally, her eyes settled on the figure asleep in the chair next to her. 'Sam?'

'He turned up about two months ago with Dean,' Aiden explained. 'Aw, crap,' she muttered as she realized what she had said.

'Two months?' Taylor croaked. 'I've been here for two months?'

Aiden was going to correct her when the door opened.

Taylor nearly passed out from the shock, as Dean, Marty and her brother, Chris walked in.

'You should have seen his face,' Dean laughed with Marty and Chris.

'Itching powder?' Marty cackled.

'Why do I get the feeling that you're laughing at me?' Sam asked with a yawn as he stretched awake.

'Why don't you tell them about the Jell-o i-' Taylor started to croak, but was cut off by several yells and all four men crowding her.

'Drew!' Dean cried.

'You're awake!' Chris wrapped his arms around her.

'You're here!' Taylor countered hoarsely.

As Chris pulled away, Marty placed the back of his hand on her forehead. 'How are you feeling?'

'Like crap,' Taylor croaked.

'Here,' said Sam, leaning to offer her some water.

Taylor drank it hungrily. 'Two months?' she repeated when she'd finished. 'Have I really been here that long?'

Marty nodded. ''Fraid so.'

'So, why are you here? Well, yeah, all of you. I mean, Marty, you're supposed to be in St Louis, and you two,' she indicated to Sam and Dean, 'I actually have no idea what you two should be doing, but I'm certain it should be more meaningful than sitting beside my bed and watching me sleep.'

'Taylor,' said Marty softly, 'my gig in St. Louis was up weeks ago. It's the end of February.'

'You mean I've missed Christmas, and my birthday?'

Marty nodded.

'Well, that explains why you're here,' she looked at Chris. 'Actually, no it doesn't. I thought you'd be on parole.'

'I am, only Dad managed to arrange it here, so I could keep an eye on you and I didn't want Cordelia to be pulled from another school.'

'How is Cordelia?'

Chris smiled proudly. 'She's top of her class. And she's living with me, thanks again to Dad.' He looked at his watch. 'Actually, she should be getting out of school in a bit. I'll have to go soon and get her.'

Taylor smiled. 'That's really good, Chris. What about you two?' she asked Sam and Dean.

Dean looked over at Chris before replying. 'We're private investigators now. Had a couple of cases that crossed over with New York's finest. And I'm telling you, some of them most certainly are fine. Sammy here even has a crush on one of them.'

'It's Sam,' Sam snapped, glaring at Dean. 'And she just reminds me a lot of someone.'

'Who?' Taylor asked.

'Detective Angell.'

'Sorry, Sam,' Taylor apologized. 'But you're so far from her type.'

Dean smirked. 'Oh yeah.'

'I told you, she reminds me of someone,' Sam repeated, glancing out of the window.

Dean coughed. 'Anyway.'

'What happened,' Taylor asked softly. 'To me, I mean,' after Dean shot her a glare. 'I know I got shot, but what happened to me that meant I was unconscious for so long?'

'In all honesty, no one really knows. To this day, and I've had a look at the scans, Tay, you were dead. You were being kept alive by a machine, but when it was turned off, your heart kept beating,' Marty told her.

'What about Dad?' Taylor asked quietly.

'It took a while to get through to him,' Chris explained. 'He flew straight back as soon as he heard. He's actually at your place with our mother.'

'Mama's here?' Taylor groaned.

'She's been looking after Cordelia.'

'Hang on,' Taylor frowned. 'No offence, Chris, but the last time I checked, you didn't exist to her.'

Chris nodded. 'Nearly losing one child can make you forgive your second child very quickly. That and the fact that she's always wanted a grandchild.'

'I suppose some good came from this, then,' she muttered as she tried to sit upright. Chris was quickly at her side, helping her, pushing pillows behind her. As the others pulled chairs around the bed, she took in all the cards. 'Do I know that many people?'

Dean laughed. 'Doubt it.'

'Yeah, the press got hold of your story. They're from your fans.'

Taylor glanced around the room. 'Wow.' The amazement slowly dropped into one of slight fear. 'Where's Reggie?' she demanded.

'Who's Reggie?' Chris asked her.

'The guy who tried to kill me,' Taylor spat.

'Taylor, he's dead,' Marty told her gently. 'He was killed on the scene.'

'Oh.' Taylor sat back and frowned. 'Oh yeah. Okay, where's Felix?'

'Why?' asked Marty.

'Because as soon as Don gets here, I'm discharging myself and paying him a visit.'

'You know, that's not a very good idea,' Sam told her.

'Maybe not, but plucking his eyeballs out with a spoon, and stabbing him with a screwdriver will make me feel better,' Taylor told him venomously.

'Someone's rageful,' Dean smirked.

Taylor turned to him. 'He very nearly had me killed, he had Louie killed, he had my apartment burnt down, tried to frame me for possession and intent to supply of an obscene amount of heroin, and he tried to frame me for murder.'

Dean shrugged. 'And that's worth getting sent down yourself is it?'

'He drove my car into the Hudson,' Taylor cried.

Dean's expression changed instantly. 'He drove your GTO into the Hudson?'

Taylor nodded.

'Hell, I'll pin him down if you want.'

'Smooth, Dean. Show more concern for the car.'

Dean turned to his brother and pulled a face. 'What? The Impala is the most important thing in my life. You know I'd be getting revenge if something happened to that.'

Sam looked put out. 'The most important thing in your life?'

'Relax, Sammy,' Dean laughed. 'I'd put you before my car.'

Sam smiled. 'It's Sam. And you better had.'

Dean grinned. 'Most of the time, anyway.'

Taylor's eyes hadn't left Marty's for the majority of the conversation. 'What aren't you telling me? What happened to Felix? And where's Don?'

Marty's eyes narrowed. 'Maybe you should ask Flack,' he muttered.

'I would,' Taylor said slowly. 'But he's not here and you are.'

'I think it's time I went to pick Cordelia up,' Chris announced looking at his watch. 'I'll see you later, Tay,' he told her leaning over and kissing her cheek before the two of them left.

'I think it's time we took care of that thing,' said Sam.

Taylor looked over at Dean who was leaning back in his chair, grinning at her.

'Dean!' Sam called.

Dean looked at Sam. 'What?'

'We need to go do that thing.'

Dean frowned. 'What thing?'

'You know, that thing.' Sam emphasized before nodding his head at Marty.

'Oh,' Dean said, drawing out the word as he worked out what Sam was implying, 'yeah, that thing. Catch ya later, Drew.'

Taylor waited until they three were gone until she turned to Marty, arms folded. 'Spill, Marty. And I want to hear all of it.'

Marty exhaled softly. 'Alright. Flack hasn't been in here since he realized that you weren't dead. He hasn't been back to the house. He's barely left the precinct unless it's to follow a lead.'

Taylor stared at him, her face expressionless.

'I finished the semester in St. Louis early – I had my TA grade the papers.' He shook his head. 'Cordelia had been living with Rikki, Taylor. Flack just left her with her. I, uh, moved into your spare room, so that Cordelia could have her own room back,' he added quickly, checking to see what Taylor's reaction was. She just nodded blankly. 'And to top it off, some rookie's just got killed on his watch.'

'Oh,' Taylor mouthed.

'You had me worried,' Marty told her. 'You had us all worried.'

Taylor nodded. 'Thank you. For believing in me.'

Marty smiled. 'How are you feeling?'

Taylor sighed. 'Honestly? I ache all over. I think the pain medication is wearing off.'

'You want me to get a nurse?'

Taylor smiled. 'I'd rather sit with you before they come flocking in here.'

'Ah, Miss Turner,' the doctor's voice boomed from the doorway. 'So you are awake.'

'That didn't last as long as I hoped,' Taylor muttered.

'I'll just be outside,' Marty told her.

'We're going to have to perform some tests, doctor,' the doctor told him. 'She may be resting when you return.'

'I've been asleep for months,' Taylor objected.

'Trust me, you will be sleeping,' the doctor told him calmly as he ushered Marty out of the room.

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The doctor was right. When Taylor awoke again, however, this time she had a new visitor. Lindsay. Her hair had grown long – half way down her back – but then again, Taylor had been in a coma for several months. She looked different though. Younger… if that was possible.

'Hey Lindsay,' Taylor croaked, feeling annoyed that her voice was still raspy. 'I like the hair.'

Lindsay whipped her head around and stared at her bed ridden friend. 'You can see me?'

Taylor nodded, maneuvering herself so her pillows were more comfortable underneath her. 'Everything is in perfect working order according to the doctor. They're just keeping an-'

'You mean you can really see me?'

'Lindsay, I'm beginning to wonder if it's me that should be in this bed,' Taylor muttered. 'Are you feeling alright?'

'I'm not Lindsay,' said… Lindsay.

'Alright,' said Taylor drawing out the word. 'I'll bite. If you're not Lindsay, who are you?'

'I'm Emma.'

'Is this some game that you've got going with Danny?'

'I'm not seeing Danny,' Emma protested.

'Why Emma?'

'It was my grandmother's name.'

'Lindsay, this is hurting my head,' Taylor sighed. 'Can we play the "I've changed my name" game later?'

'I've told you, my name isn't Lindsay. And Lindsay's not changed her name since she changed it back to Lindsay Monroe in 2001.'

Taylor arched an eyebrow. 'Ok, well, Taylor would like to know what Lindsay changed her name to, to change it back, and why Lindsay changed it in the first place.'

'It was changed to Lindsay-'

Taylor sighed. 'Seriously, can we play this game later, please?'

'You need to do something for me,' Emma/Lindsay blurted out.

'Go ahead.'

'Tell Lindsay to stop blaming herself.'

Taylor stared at her in confusion. 'You want me to tell you to stop blaming yourself.'

'No, I need you to tell Lindsay to stop blaming herself. But not yet, because she's not ready to hear it yet.'

'Lindsay,' Taylor started before it turned into a coughing fit. She turned to grab the glass of water to soothe her itching throat, and when she turned back, Lindsay was gone. 'She's lost the plot,' she muttered. She settled back into her pillows as Marty stuck his head around the door.

'You're awake again,' he smiled.

'I knew you were coming.'

'In a hospital bed and still a charmer,' he grinned, walking over and handing her a bunch of flowers.

'Who's here?' Taylor asked.

'TAYLOR NICOLE TURNER!" her mother's voice bellowed into the room.

Taylor winced as she tried to shrink into the bed.

'What were you thinking?' she shrieked in English before reverting back to her native language, 'Come potreste essere così irresponsabili?'

'Mama!'

'Nicolette,' Captain Turner interrupted. 'Why don't you go and get a vase off the nurses.'

'Thanks, Daddy,' Taylor mumbled after her mother had left the room.

'Oh, don't thank me yet, Taylor. Your mother is right; what you did was completely irresponsible and reckless, but I'm glad you're alright.'

'How long are you here for?' Taylor asked her father hopefully.

Captain Turner sat down next to her and sighed. 'Sadly, I don't know. I could get recalled this very afternoon. I've been off the ship for a week now.'

'I will be staying a while longer,' her mother announced as she breezed back into the room.

'Marvelous,' Taylor said, trying to turn her grimace into a smile.

'Someone is going to have to look after you whilst this young man is at work,' Nicolette told her, smiling brightly at Marty, who she was clearly quite fond of. 'Your cooking skills are not going to aid in your recovery, nor will they keep Martin satisfactorily nourished.

'Why do we always have to bring my god damn cooking into everything?' Taylor exploded. Three minutes. That was all it took before she was ready to murder her mother.

'You will not use the Lord's name in vain in my presence!' Nicolette all but screamed.

Taylor clutched at the mattress. 'Why can't you just accept I'm never going to be any good at cooking and drop the subject?' she asked through gritted teeth.

'I actually enjoy cooking,' Marty piped up, as he placed his hand over one of Taylor's and gave it a squeeze. 'So it's somewhat a good thing that I get to cook.'

Nicolette looked from her daughter to Marty and pursed her lips. 'Perhaps it is you I should be giving my secret recipes to,' she told him by way of relenting.

Taylor smiled feeling strangely relieved, 'I think that's a very good idea.'

Wondering where Flack is? Yeah, aren't we all! I suppose I will have to show you in the next chapter!

Sorry to have you made you all wait - I have truely had the crappiest start to this week I could imagine... all your reviews have made me smile - so thank you!!