Will Traynor tried to grasp onto slivers of the scene that was fading from his eyes. He wanted to know more about his daughter and to find out who the mother was. He couldn't recall any Tanya in his young adult age. Maybe a Terri? Or a Sonya? His mind was all fuzzy, a horrible haze that reminded him of when he was lying in his hospital bed after being told he was paralyzed. He went into shock and then into a sort of placid state that made him grumpy and eerily unfriendly.

How could he have not known? He dated a lot of women in his life and he was self-assured that they would have told him. Or at least faked a pregnancy just so he would marry them or give them money, not hide the child and never tell him.

How many years did he miss? She was obviously older than twelve so he assumed her to be at least fifteen or sixteen. Sixteen years ago... Tanya...

Nothing.

He couldn't remember a damn thing and it hurt. To forget this woman who carried his child. He felt foolish, like a damn idiot. How could he have fallen so down the drain?

His internal rambling had been so foggy that he had barely spared a thought of Clark. He yelled at her and now he had to look at her in this grieving state of mind. And her flat! Didn't he have any decency to leave her any cash before he died? It wasn't horrible but it also wasn't Louisa Clarks. There was no silly posters or little trinkets lying about. It was all very plain and very void of life. It mad his heartache for her.

How had she fallen so far? Literally and figuratively. His Clark fidgeted next to him the entire time in that unwelcoming flat she called home, staring at his daughter as if she was an alien and probably very angry at him. Angry because she thought he was lying to her. If only she could believe and hear what exactly was whirling around in his mind.

He felt incredibly guilty now that he thought of the recent moments. He would have reacted the same way. Heck, he wanted to scream when she told him that she had known all along about his plan to die. She had been nothing but kind and... Lou. She was being his Clark. It seemed as if the name was it's own personality entirely.

They were now placed in a room full of a circle of people. They were sitting in plastic chairs with a biscuit tin in everyone's arms reach. Will had to hold in a laugh when his eyes landed on a disgruntled Louisa that was wearing an Irish skirt that somehow made her look silly but still very flattering. He could only imagine what pair of tights and pumps she would pair with her outfit and...was that a wig? He accidentally let out a snort as young Louisa glared at him.

It was then that Will realized what this really was. Older men and women talked about personal guilt and pain. Older Lou looked so uncomfortable and this time it wasn't about her itchy wig and skirt. It was the support group her parents were trying to talk her into after she had fallen off the roof of her flat.

"What about you Louisa? Do you suffer feelings of guilt?" A man asked Lou. Will resisted the urge to take a glance at the woman beside him. Did she fell guilty? She had no reason to.

His heart hurt with his own guilt for having driven her so far into depression that she had to attend a support group just to help with the pain.

He missed her next sentence but shook at of his ranting when a woman asked her, "What do you find difficult about this subject, Louisa?"

Louisa nervously sipped her cup and Will took a peek out the corner of his eye to look at Clark. She fidgeted and shifted in her spot. What could she feel guilty about? She was pure and innocent.

"That I couldn't stop him. Sometimes I think if I had been smarter, or handled things differently or just been more—I don't know. More anything." Louisa confessed as if she had revealed her biggest secret.

Will couldn't think. Damn. Don't do this Clark.

"You feel guilty Bill's death because you feel you could have stopped him?"

This time Will actually did look at the present Lou and turned in his chair to face her. He cocked an eyebrow, trying to forget his guilt. He caused his bumblebee girl to feel guilty when she didn't need to. In truth, he really did appreciate all of her efforts. Everything she did to make him happy only made him happy because she was there beside him. She made him happy, not millions of different trips. Although, he did love going to the concert and getting to sit in a pool even if had to be in a contraption and he couldn't actually swim.

It was worth every cent and muscle spasm to see her smile as her beautiful eyes crinkled as her eyebrows rose up to her hairline. The thought made him want to smile but it immediately died out when catching an ever-present Lou stand in front of him looking like a child as she twiddled her fingers. She was frowning and her confident shoulders were slumping as her eyebrows knitted together. He wanted to make her smile. She felt uncomfortable and so did he.

Nothing wrong with a little teasing.

"Bill? Ashamed of me Clark?" He pursed his lips in mock-annoyance.

She looked at him and took a deep breath. "I don't think I can do witty today Will Traynor."

She took his words and turned back to the scene. It stung and he felt himself frown at this. It was exactly what he said to her when he had been admitted to the hospital after Alicia's and Rupert's wedding. And he could now understand how she felt in some moments. He realized that in return, he had to give back what was given to him.

So maneuvered his chair closer to her and raised his finger as much as he could. It gave a feather-light touch to her nail but she felt it and immediately grasped her cold hand into his warm one.

Now it was his turn to be there for her.

Oh, Clark. What have you done?

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