A/N: Here is number two, now this ending is of the supernatural and spiritual genre.
This chapter was inspired by the novel 'Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold.
I could hear my brother, he was calling my name, "Bobby, come on man," many a time I have heard fear in Frank's voice and he was scared, but why? Someone, probably Frank, was shaking me, "Bobby, wake up, wake up!"
I tried to respond but I couldn't, why not?
"The cops are on the way." A woman said.
The cops, what the hell for? I heard sirens and then the room was filled with chatter, not bar room chatter. I couldn't see them but I could hear them. They were speaking to my brother. I heard Frank say, "He's, he's my brother, help him...you have to help him," he screamed.
"Sir," I could hear sobs, Frank was crying, for me. Why? "We will, Sir, please calm down. Paramedics are on the way. Move that bar stool."
Paramedics? Why? Who is that? A cop?
"Did anyone see the shooter?"
The shooter? Who got shot? Was it me? I don't feel any pain, maybe I'm dreaming.
"He ran out the back door, he walked right up to him and fired," I knew that voice it was Tom the bartender.
"Did he say anything?"
"Yes Officer," Tom continued. "He said, heard you were looking for me, well you found me, too bad you won't be able to do anything about it. Then he shot him, twice."
It is me….I was shot….by Fulton, Fulton I screamed but no one heard me. I repeated….Fulton. Though I had stopped looking for him we happened upon one another that night at Murphy's bar, I was high and so was he. He recognized me; I on the other hand didn't notice him at all, until he tapped me on the shoulder. There wasn't much of a confrontation, that son of bitch shot me.
Frank and I were spending the evening together, his legal problems have been put away and though he did have to give back all the money he testified against Ben Irwin and was put on probation, he still gambles and drinks every now and then.
I heard another set of sirens, "People move out of the way, let the paramedics do their job."
"This guy knew my brother and he," I could hear his voice cracking. "He just shot him, didn't even blink an eye. That sick bastard shot my brother! Find him!"
"Calm down Sir, can you tell me what he looked like?"
Yes, I tried to scream it was Fulton.
Frank was obviously unable to speak, Tom answered, "He was about my height, long blonde hair and a beard."
"Any scars or tattoos?"
"No, but he had a limp," Tom answered.
Someone was touching my arm, I felt my shirtsleeve being pulled up, "He's a junkie," a male voice said.
"That doesn't matter now." Someone responded from the other side of my body. "I don't see an exit wound. He was shot twice once in the chest and once in the back."
Fulton you prick you shot me in the back.
Someone was wrapping something around my arm, then I felt pressure, a few moments later the voice said, "BP is 100 over 50."
I felt that but why didn't I fell any pain from the wound.
The voices came closer and they knew my name, but the voices were of strangers. "Bobby, open you eyes." The voice commanded. I tried to comply but I could not.
"Does anyone know the shooters name?" A strange voice asked, sounding very official. Mumbles were heard then someone spoke up.
"Yes I know, Officer." I know that voice, it was Deakins. "I'm James Deakins," he paused for a moment, probably showing the other man his badge.
"Captain?" The man who was probably a cop said surprisingly.
"The victim," he paused. "Is a friend of mine, his brother is the one that called me."
"Why?" The Officer asks.
"I'm not really sure, maybe he was scared of the consequences, from the description I would say that the man you are looking for is Louis Fulton, he has been on the run for close to two years for shooting Detective Alex Eames."
"Goren." The Officer said sadly.
"Yes," Deakins answered.
I was being moved, where were they taking me? Men and women continued to speak but their voices became fainter and fainter.
Soon after another voice, a man's voice, was talking to me, trying very hard to get me to look at him, I tried but it was useless. "You people have to get out of here, please Officer get them out of here." I could hear voices in protest but then the voices were silent.
"Doctor his pulse rate is 30 and his BP is 60 over 45." I felt hands and cold instruments on my body.
"The bullet pierced his kidney and is lodged in his spine." I heard a strange noise, as if someone was shaking plastic. "See here, the bullet barely missed his heart."
"Here is the other X-ray from the side, Doctor."
Again I heard shaking plastic, they were looking at X-rays.
"I've seen this injury before; he will most likely be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life."
Paralyzed, No! I tried to move my legs but I couldn't, my chest was hurting.
"His pulse rate is dropping, he's in cardiac arrest, we're losing him!" a woman's' voice exclaims.
I wasn't sure where I was but I have never felt so calm, peaceful, and serene; whatever adjective describes a feeling of total tranquility. I felt no more pain in my mind or my body, I felt strong and healthy, and no worries just like a little kid. I stood completely still as my keen eye scanned the area. There was no one there but me, I took a step forward, and smirked. I felt as if someone or something was pulling me toward them. After a few steps, I heard my name being called, from two different directions. One in front of me and one behind, one voice was familiar the other was not.
I didn't analyze the situation I just kept walking forward, away from the unfamiliar voice. I stopped and a feeling of elation intertwined with tranquility filled my body and my mind. I still could hear the two different voices, the one behind me was getting fainter, and the one before me was getting louder.
She shook her head and offered a smile, "What have you done?"
I couldn't answer her because I had no clue as to what she was referring, so I asked. "Done, what did I do?"
She raised her small hand and pointed for me to look behind. I didn't want too, but the look on her face assured me that it would be all right. The inquisitive side of me had to look and I saw the body that belonged to the voice that was calling my name. He was dressed in a white smock, "A Doctor," I said aloud. Before I had a chance to turn, back to face her, she was beside me. "Alex, I don't understand." I wanted to take her hand but for some reason I couldn't move my arm.
"They are calling you back, Bobby."
Just the way she said my name was a welcome and much missed sound. "Back?" was the only word I could think to ask.
"Yes, they want you back."
I started to shake my head quickly, "No, I don't want to go back, I can't...they've taken all I had to give, I don't have anything left." This time, I was able to raise my arm and I took her hand in mine. "I want to stay here with you," I said and for the first time it sounded so natural and it was easy to say. I looked down as my hand completely covered hers, I had to smile, yes a smile, and it had been a long, long time since I smiled.
She squeezed my hand and with a little tug she guided we away from the man in the white smock. I didn't hear his voice anymore.
Together, we would be together forever. This is where I wanted and needed to be, always by her side.
Ok, there you have it, now the first ending was more down to earth, LOL... but I do enjoy a little fantasy now and then. Hope you enjoyed one of them or maybe both of them.
For you Non-shippers, Oh well.
...Till Next time...Later...