A/N: Before y'all get into this chapter I was going to address something that I saw in the comments section on a previous chapter I think it was chapter 16 but I came to the conclusion that it's not worth my time. So with that being said…Moving onto the last chapter!

WOW! JUST! WOW! Did I throw the kitchen sink at y'all along with a mini fridge? Folks almost dropping phones and tears, whatever and other emotions y'all went through. Sorry I had to do that to you guys! Y'all think y'all know who did it? We'll see! Also, hello to the new followers and readers nice seeing your comments, you comment I'll PM you back I really do. So with that being said, shall we start? Happy reading guys! (:

Sam's POV

"You've reached the voicemail box of Uncle Stevie after the tone please leave a message after the beep."

'Cedes has been calling his phone for the last 45 minutes and it's going to voicemail I don't know if his phone battery died or if he turned it off to save the battery because it was low, or he just turned it all the way off with what happened earlier today in Target I don't even want to let my mind go there to think about what Mercedes said with the idea of him going off to find Tank just hope and pray that it isn't true.

"You think he could have babe?"

"'Cedes don't put that in your mind, let's think positive. Positive thoughts." Quickly drumming the steering wheel, she reached for my hand and gently rubbed it calming me down. I focused my attention on the road because I was itching to get back home. 20 more minutes we pulled up.

"What's a police officer doing here?"

"Why is TJ opening the door? By himself?! Where's Puck, Stacey, Artie, Quinn, Rachel, Blaine, and Kurt?!" Mercedes yelled, jumping out of the truck not even waiting for me to park she ran over to TJ and the officer she pushed TJ back and by that time I had park the car and was making my way to the door.

"Evans…Sam Evans."

"That's me. I'm Mr. Sam Evans what seems to be going on." I shook his hand.

"Your brother's been shot."

"What?! Stevie! Noooooo!" Stacey yelled! Kurt pulled her in and began hugging her rocking from side to side.

"UNCLE STEVIE!" TJ yelled falling to the floor Mercedes tried to grab him before he hit but she couldn't get there in time by then everyone else were standing at the front door just yelling questions and cursing at the cop. Puck was consoling me and I was consoling Mercedes and TJ and Quinn, Brittany, and Santana we're trying to calm down Ian, Gabby and Logan. Kurt, Artie, and Blaine were comforting Rachel and Stacey.

"I-Is he…you know? Is?"

"That I don't know they just told me to come out here to tell the family. Would you like a ride to the hospital?"

"I don't need a ride! I want my brother! I want! I-" Puck went to grab my shoulder but smacked his hand away. "No! Don't touch me!" I walked away from the door and someone else reached for me and I knew by the touch it was 'Cedes she grabbed both sides of my face like I did to her hours before the whites of her almond shaped brown eyes were darkish pink red she brushed my hair back a couple of times.

"Sam…." She said my name and I dropped to my knees and cried into her chest by then TJ was being comforted by Aunt Stacey.

"Mercedes, Stevie got shot. He got…Stevie!"

"I know. I know baby but you have to be strong for him and our kids. Sam." She told me pulling back I wiped away her tears with my thumb and stood up she did the same for me. I kissed her softly on the lips holding it for a least one minute. I turned back to the officer who was scrolling through his phone.

"Um…Officer I-I don't need a ride but I need a police escort because if you let me leave my property and hit them streets I'm going to break all of the traffic laws to get to that hospital to be with my brother."

"I understand sir. I can give you police escort there."

"Thanks. Fellas let's roll."

"I want to go with you. I don't want to stay back here what if…he did this and he's looking for us." I hadn't thought of that.

"I'll stay back just in case he comes here."

"Are you sure Puck?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You and Kurt and Artie go be there to support Sam I got this."

"Okay." I gave Mercedes one more kiss and then went over to TJ and Stacey and gave them both a kiss and followed the guys out to my truck. I was driving there. I need something to do to keep me somewhat sane but I'm going crazy on the inside.

Stevie's POV

I got shot! Let me take y'all back to how it happened.

"What up man?"

"Wassup. What brings you over here?" He stepped back so I walked in and he closed the door behind me.

"I need a gun."

"Come to my room." I followed him to his room and he pulled and he opened two of his guns safes my eyes bugged out because I didn't know dude was packing like that I knew he was packing but not in this capacity.

"What kind of gun you need?"

"I don't know. I just need a gun. I know that much."

"Cool." He looked through a few guns and showed me a 9mm. "This is a 9mm. It's already loaded it doesn't have one in the chamber until you cock it. What are you trying to do?" He asked faking shooting it with sound effects.

"I can't say family business."

"Okay…well let me." There was a loud hard knocking coming from the back door he grabbed the gun that he had under his bed and turned off the lights. I ducked down and made my way to the front door.

"LUCKY! OPEN UP THIS FUCKING DOOR! I KNOW YOU IN THERE!"

I heard Lucky cocking his gun I reached for the door and opened it and ran to my car someone spotted me and yelled. "Who is that?! Shoot his ass! Shoot him!"

"Wait…"

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! I fell to ground. "Shit I'm hit! Damn!" I was face down in the grass when I heard footsteps coming over to me he flipped me over and I acted like I was dead with my eyes opened his face was uncovered.

"Shit! Dude is dead." He kicked me and walked away.

"Survive Uncle Stevie. TJ needs you…Sam and Mercedes need you the family needs you." I said to myself as I blacked out.

Good Samaritian's POV

I heard the gunshots and I know you're suppose to duck and all but I headed outside and saw a young man in the grass his foot was sticking out had he been further in I wouldn't have seen him. I ran over to him and saw he was shot in the chest. I dialed 911 and applied pressure on the wound.

"Police or Amublance?"

"Hell send them all…I have a man shot in the chest. Yes, I'm applying pressure. Come on son, stay with me…think of the person loves you. Think of your family. Think of your nephews and nieces…Come on stay with me…stay with me."

TJ's POV

Mommy and all of my aunties calmed us kids down and they too calmed I guess they're trying to put on a brave for us kids. We're sitting around the dining room table and Aunt Brittany and Aunt Quinn are making our plates. Uncle Puck was in daddy's study watching the surveillance cameras that daddy had installed a few weeks back.

"It's okay TJ. Uncle Stevie is going to make it." Gabby told me she was holding my hand. Aunt Santana and Aunt Brittany are her parents. I couldn't answer her I just slowly nodded my head and laid my head down on the table and began crying again.

"Auntie 'Cedes TJ's crying."

"TJ baby sit up." I wouldn't sit up for mommy she turned my chair and lifted my up my chin with her hand so I can look at her in the face her eyes were red. "Come with me we're going to daddy and me bedroom so we can talk. Brittany y'all go ahead and eat I'm taking TJ upstairs to have a talk with him."

"Okay. You want me to make y'all a plate and put it in the oven or microwave?"

"Microwave is fine. Thank you. Come on munch."

Mercedes POV

I've seen my son cry but this cry was on the level of the cry that he did when Tank you know … but I didn't see it, it broke my heart seeing him cry his eyes out over his Uncle Stevie that's his buddy that's his pal, Stevie calls him is mini gamer VP because Stevie is the President. He loves all of his uncles don't get wrong but Uncle Stevie is special to him.

"Mommy, I can't cry no more I'm out of tears. I got a headache." He rubbed his forehead.

"Aww..baby." I kissed him. "I know I do too."

I knew he had questions and I wanted to answer them but I knew this was going to be one but just not the first one he asked. "Mommy, is Uncle Stevie going to die? He's my buddy; he's one of my favorite five uncles. I don't want him to die."

"TJ…no Uncle Stevie is going to make it he's not going to die."

"How do you know?" I outlined his face and wiped a few tears that manage to come out his eyes.

"Uncle Stevie loves you and he cares about you and trust me he probably was thinking about you when this happened."

"I hope so."

"Do you think it was Tank?"

Another question I knew would he'd asked me my heart skipped a beat. "That I don't know baby. I hope it's not Tank because if it's Tank your father would be upset so upset."

"I hope it is Tank. I want Daddy and Uncle Puck to whup his ass."

"TJ…" He covered his mouth and removed his hands. "Playground?" I questioned .

"Yes."

"It would be your Uncle Stevie to take you there." I chucked and TJ let out a little laugh as well. "See you laughed. I know this is rough and it's sad and our feelings are hurt but I want you to not over-think this because I want you to enjoy your time with your cousins I don't want you to think of your Uncle Stevie leaving us for good. Think of all of the fun times you had with him in the game room and at the playground and over dinner. You and him blowing bubbles with y'all milk."

"That was fun."

"Fun it was for you and him not for mommy."

"Daddy joined in."

"I know that's why it wasn't fun for me. One of y'all started then the others would follow."

"You should have joined us in blowing bubbles."

"No mommy was fine but can you do that for mommy, daddy and Uncle Stevie."

"I can."

"That's good." He got down off the bed and was heading for the door. "Um… TJ we're not done talking. Come back over here."

"Yes, mommy."

I sat up on the side of the bed. "Who gave you the permission to answer the door by yourself?"

"No one."

"Did anyone of them tell you and your cousins to get them if someone came to the door?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, Aunt Rachel but I wanted to see who it was myself."

"Thaddeus Joshua Evans-Jones, didn't daddy and I tell you do not answer the door unless you come get one of us. It could have been anyone at the door thankfully it was a cop but not all cops are cops it could have been someone acting like one. TJ don't you ever do that again because I don't know if my heart can take it knowing that you answered the door and something happened to you."

"I'm sorry mommy."

"Does that mean I'm punished again? I just got off it 2 days ago."

"I know but mommy is going to have to punish you again but I'm not going to do it now when your cousins leave to go back home 3 days. Okay."

"Okay. Mommy can, we pray for Uncle Stevie."

"Yes, we can let's hold hands. You want to lead it."

"Yeah, I'm praying for you right now Uncle Stevie, that God would touch you with His healing hand and give you the comfort and peace you need to get through this. And Jesus, tell Uncle Stevie I love him. Amen."

"Amen." He wiped his eyes I pulled TJ into a hug.

Sam's POV

We arrived at the hospital in record time thanks to the Officer Morrison had he not gave us this escort it would have been a trail of lights behind me. I knocked on the window and he rolled it down.

"I just want say thanks again."

"No problem. I got one thing to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"When the opposing team kicks the ball back to the Chargers tell that guy to take a knee! I saw what he did with his previous team." I laughed. I needed it at that moment.

"I will."

Artie, Kurt, Blaine waited for me and we headed inside the ER I went over to the desk where and waited for the nurse to address me. She was on the phone.

"…bye." She looked up at me and gave me a warm smile. "How can I help you?"

"My brother was bought here he was shot."

"Name?"

"S-Stevie Evans." She typed something in on her computer and I was trying to take a look when the doctor came in.

"Are the relatives for Stevie here?"

"Over here!" Blaine called to the doctor I told the nurse thanks and we circled him. "So tell us doc, how is Stevie?"

"Are you his brothers because he looks like him y'all 3 don't look anything like him."

"Look, what does that have to do with right now... Families don't have to match. We're family what is wrong with our brother?" Kurt told the doctor.

"Oookay…Stevie was hit 3 times."

"Did it hit any major arteries and where?" Artie asked.

"Shot in the leg, arm and one in the chest one of the bullets did hit an artery not major it was touch and go there for a few moments but he's in critical condition. I can take you guys back there to see him."

"Yes, please."

The doctor led us to the back and once we reached his room he stopped. "I just want to warn y'all. He's in a medically induced coma. He has a lot of machines hooked up to him so….." He stepped back ushered is in and there was Stevie the sounds of the monitors keeping him alive was the only sound heard for a while. "I'll leave you alone to talk to him."

"He can't answer us. I have a lot of questions to ask him and he can't answer them." I slightly yelled.

"Well talk to him anyway he might can hear. I'll start it off." Kurt walked over to Stevie and rubbed his arm. "Hi Stevie, its Kurt, Sam, Blaine, Artie and I are here we are just going to talk to you. I remember when we first met TJ and I did my Beyonce routine and kicked the ball you were upset that I did but shocked at how far I kicked it."

"Yeah and you was getting upset on why I kept playing the music every time he had to kick the ball you went inside the house and TJ stopped playing with us. Artie?"

"While we were at the beach Blaine was helping me in my water wheelchair and you and TJ came over with some pales of water and dumped it on me. Thankfully Sam, saw it and supplied me with a super soaker he hid and packed away from you guys and the next time y'all came by I was ready. Sam.."

I went over to his bed and rubbed him from this shoulder on the way down to his knee. "Stevie…Stevie…just why? I remember the first time you and I saw TJ it was on my computer and you said to me, "you wish he were your son", that whole day it played over and over in my head. I eventually copied TJ's photo to my phone so I could look at it when I went to sleep. When TJ called me daddy for the first time my heart swelled and hearing him call you Uncle Stevie it made it swell even more tonight my heart is broken, it's broken in 2 pieces each broken piece has a reason one side was hearing that you got shot the other broken side was seeing my son your mini gamer VP crying. I never want to see my son go through that Uncle Stevie you got to pull through. I know TJ's probably already prayed for you, but the first night I put him to bed Mercedes told me I forgot to turn off his light so I went back up to his room and he was saying his prayers. He prayed this, "God in heaven hear my prayer keep me in thy loving care. Be my guide in all I do, bless all those who love me too. God Bless Aunt Brittany, Aunt Quinn, Aunt Rachel, Aunt Santana, Aunt Stacey, Uncle Kurt, Uncle Blaine, Uncle Artie, Uncle Puck, Uncle Stevie, Mommy and Daddy. Amen."". I looked over at Artie, Blaine and Kurt were wiping their eyes did too. "Stevie I love you."

Our moment was interrupted by another police officer. "Can we help you?"

"Sure…I want talk to Mr. Evans can you step out here in the hallway."

"Sure…what is it?"

"Does your brother own a gun?"

"No, my brother doesn't own a gun. He doesn't even know how to shoot a gun? Why?"

"Well, where his body was located at is a drug house the guy who lives there has a lot of guns. I think your brother was going to get a gun…"

Puck's POV

Sitting outside of the house on the porch waiting to see if this punk shows up I looked up and there was Mercedes with a plate of food.

"Here. You've haven't ate since you've gotten back."

"Thanks." I took the plate and set it on the table she sat down.

"Puck…it's not your fault."

"I feel like it is all I wanted to do was spend time with TJ. Why we had to go Target? GameStop would have been the better option all of those selections and you can play the games. Then Stevie ran off when I got back I was going to go after him but I couldn't leave you and TJ here alone. Then Tank and his ugly rude ass mother…just ruined my day…our day. Where's TJ?"

"Rachel offered to give him a bath."

"I hear you're pregnant with his baby. I want to let you know I agree with TJ, Sam needs to kick out that baby and put a baby in there."

She pushed me. I laughed for the first time in a few hours. "I hear that you decided to keep it."

"Yeah, I did."

"I wasn't thrilled hearing this when Sam told me but then it dawned on me real daddy what's a real father. Any guy out here can make one it's the raising and nurturing that separates the two. Just know that I'm going to be here too anything you need call me if Sam won't do it. Now there's limits to this!

"Puck!" She hit at me.

"Alright…" I ducked blocking her shots.

Sam's POV

I let Blaine drive back home I wanted to stay but I make sure 'Cedes and TJ were good. Blaine parked and as I was walking up the steps I saw her crack a smile…we're good for now.

"Hey….how's Stevie?" They asked.

I wiped my hands on my sides and took a deep breath. "He's in a coma."

"Yeah, it's medically induced so there is hope that it could only last a week. Puck, Artie, Kurt and I are going to head inside to give you some alone time."

"I just got my food."

"Eat it in there!"

"Fine."

They 4 of them went inside and I took the spot that Puck had. "A coma?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah a coma. Thankful he's still alive but I have 2 people to tell actually 3 people."

"I know TJ is one…" 'Cedes said. "Your parents."

"Yeah, I can't make that call." She took her phone and scrolled down to Evans name.

"How'd you?"

"I put it in my phone a few weeks back. Your number is my number 1 number your parents are my number 3. It's ringing."

"Hello Mercedes, what are you doing calling at this hour?"

"I have something to tell you….are you sitting?

"Yes, I'm sitting. Is it TJ?"

"No ma'am. TJ is fine."

"Okay, what is it? It's 2 o'clock here."

"I know it's just that" I was holding her hand while she was on the call she squeeze my hand when she was getting close. "Stevie's been shot."

A/N: Good luck to JJ out in San Diego. Another post will be in the works. With Stevie being in the hospital that means the Evans will be visiting!