AN: So...I haven't been updating because of work and lack of inspiration...and I also got a flu bug and I felt crappy for a while after that, so, I'm going to try and get this chapter posted right away, because you guys have been asking! So, enjoy! :)

Chapter 21:

Charlotte's POV:

I cross my arms gently over my chest as I walk along the shore of the lake, shivering a tiny bit when a breeze blows across the estate.

I sigh softly. "The one time I'm here, it HAS to be windy as all Hell!" I complain...but, this hasn't changed that much. I always complain.

I look over the water, before looking down at the reflection, seeing myself in it. I don't know how I never noticed it, but, I notice the bullet wound in my chest, the top and front of my shirt soaked in blood. "Ah..." I slowly take my fingers to touch it and wince, blood covering my fingers as I do so. "Violet's gonna kill me for ruinin' her shirt..." I say that at random...and let out a soft cackle...before continuing to laugh. "Her favorite blue shirt..." I snort loudly. "It won't be her favorite anymore!" I really have such horrible humor, sometimes...and the dumbest things give me enjoyment!

"Charlie..." I'm still laughing as I hear someone speak, and I just continue. "Charlotte Louise King." I hear a more stern voice now, and I become silent right away, still staring at my reflection...and it takes my eyes a moment to notice there's a figure standing behind me. Oh dear God...

I should know that voice from anymore, although it's been a long time...because it's Big Daddy's...

I don't turn around yet, because I think it's my mind playing tricks on me. "Daddy?" I stare at the water, at the figure...just waiting for it to say something again.

"Charlotte...you haven't changed a bit..." I hear the voice say again, and I close my eyes, two tears immediately escaping as I turn around. "You're still a tiny little thing."

When I'm facing the figure, I realize it is Big Daddy. My family and I lost him to lung cancer years ago...and I don't think I ever fully recovered from this loss. I had bad relationships with both him and my Momma, but, I was always more of a Daddy's girl. We were the closest...not even Duke or Landry had the same relationship that I had with him! "Daddy...is that you...?"

"Yes, darling..." He's dressed in plain clothes, and he still has his white beard...something I always teased him about, 'cause I liked to call him Santa!

I let out a few more tears, because, as I grew older, my relationship with Big Daddy cracked and crumbled...especially when I started talking pills and drugs. I can't count how many times I wished that I could've said goodbye to Big Daddy properly before he died, and I couldn't. I almost think it's karma for me treating my family as badly as I did years ago.

"Don't cry..." He tells me, and it's kind of funny, because, if I had cries years ago, he would've told me to toughen up and stop it. "You're going to be fine."

Everyone keeps sayin' that...but I don't believe it...

"Daddy...I've missed you so much!" I tell him truthfully, not being able to stop my tears from flowing. "I'm...I'm sorry!"

"What for...?" He asks me in a confused tone, walking over and taking me in my arms...and I know it's real. He may not have hugged much...but, he had the greatest hugs!

"I was such a..." I go to say bitch, but, my dad never cared for curses, and I have one of the dirtiest mouths around. "...such a devil, and I was so mean to you over the years, then, you passed away, and I never got to apologize, and I'm sorry!"

"I know you're sorry, sweetheart..." Big Daddy gently caresses my back, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "And I forgive you...I have for a long time..."

Maybe that's why I could never get over the loss...not only because I lost my father, but, I never was sure if he ever heard my apology...or if he even accepted it. Hearing this from him now, it touches me, and it gives me a new sense of peace that I've never had. "I wish you never left..."

"I know..." He continues to hold me close. "But...I had a good life, and I lived it with no regrets..." He pulls back to look at me, wiping a few tears away on my face with his thumbs. "Your life isn't over yet, Charlotte...you still have a chance..."

I sniffle softly, looking into his green eyes. "H-how? I'm...dead...that's why I'm here."

"If you try hard enough, you can get outta here...you just have to try..." He gives my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "You need Addison...and she needs you..." My eyes widen a tiny bit. Big Daddy was the last person I would've thought would accept me being with a woman. "If you want my blessin', you have it, sweetheart...and you always will."

I hug him tightly, squeezing him a bit...which ultimately makes me hurt myself in the process. "Ow..." I pull back, smiling at him warmly. "I love you so much, Big Daddy."

"I love you too, Charlie Lou." He kisses me on the forehead.

"Now...just how do I get back?" I ask him calmly, finally being able to stop crying.

"Just think of Addison...how much you love her, and how much you need her..." I close my eyes softly, doing just as Big Daddy says. "And just remember...I'll always be with you, sweetheart."

"I'll remember." I tell my father honestly...before getting a weird feeling inside me. Somethin's happenin'... My eyes flutter a bit, and Big Daddy is the last thing I see before passing out.

Addison's POV:

It's been too long...they've been trying to revive her for too long. I haven't moved from my spot once...because I can't stop at them...at her. I wish I knew something I could do, but I can't think of a single thing.

I'm not giving up on Charlotte...but, there's a very big chance that they're not going to revive her...and years ago, I'd be able to live if Charlotte died, because she was such a bitch...but I love her now, and she's the love of my life. I don't think I'm ready to let her go. I don't think I'll ever be ready for that.

I see Pete looking at me...a saddened look, because he knows how long he and the team have tried to save my girlfriend...and nothing has happened.

"Please..." I tell him softly, coming over to the table a bit, seeing Charlotte pale and bloody up close, and I swallow hard. "One more time, Pete..."

He lets out a sigh, and I grab Charlotte's hand. "Please, Charlotte...don't leave me...I don't know what I'm going to do without you..." I whisper to my girlfriend, before they tell me to step back.

They place the paddles to Charlotte's chest, setting it as high as they possibly can, and send another charge through her body. I still hear the flatline, and I close my eyes, my lips already starting to quiver, already starting to cry a bit.

...Before something impossible happens...

There's a blip on the monitor...before a light heartbeat starts going across it.

I gasp softly, staring at it in shock and awe...all of us are, actually. "Oh my God..." I think I almost need confirmation, because...Charlotte's alive!

I start crying again, covering my mouth a bit, because her heartrate starts to get better as we all stand here.

"W-wow..." is all Pete can say. "I think we better finish and close her up...she has a lot of recovering to do..."

I want to kiss Pete...and all of the people in this room for dealing with me and trying to revive her for how many minutes straight. "Thank you!" I tell them all through tears, and I don't think I'll ever be able to thank them enough!

Charlotte's alive...the love of my life is back with me...now, all I have to do is wait for her to wake up!

AN: Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter! I hope I didn't make you guys cry...but, Charlotte and Addison will be getting back on the good side now! : ) I can't promise another chapter before Christmas, maybe, maybe not...but, I will post a new chapter as soon as I can, you guys know this!