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A/N: I have to be honest with you guys, I practically cried when I read all of your amazing reviews. I'm also super sad that DF finally came to an end but I'm super glad you all loved it. All your wonderful praise was just the best and I can't wait to upload Dear Mother!
Oh! And a guest reader was asking about Johnny's age? Johnny turned 7 in November '72 and continued to be 7 in 73 until November of that year. It all just takes place in 73 before his 8th birthday. Its why he's still 7 (unless I messed up my own timeline somewhere) haha but yeah, idk why I made him born in November when in the show's timeline it should have been sometime in the summer, I think, but oh well.
But alas, the alternate ending!
Johnny wandered through the dark corridors of Briarcliff, lost and upset. Tears streamed his face as he looked around, desperately calling for Lana. He received no answer. He quickened his pace, hurrying down every corridor and calling out through every door.
Johnny ambled along the wall, unsure of where to go. He stopped and leaned against the wall and let himself slowly fall to the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Mom." He whispered and cried.
"Please." Lana begged as Oliver lifted the needle above her. Tears streamed her face and she tugged against the restraints that bounded her, "Please."
There was nothing more she could do but beg and even that wouldn't save her. Nothing could save Lana for what Oliver had in store for her.
Oliver stood over her. A smile placed from ear to ear; he had finally gotten what he desired. "Don't worry, Lana. Its for the best."
He lowered the needle and brought the small hammer above it. "We'll finally have Paris." He smiled and brought down the hammer.
EUREKA, CALIFORNIA 1975
"I Wonder Why" sang from the car radio. It was an odd thing to get music from such a time through the radio in those days. Music in general had changed much over time, especially in the mid 70s. Nevertheless, Oliver drove through the neighborhoods with a smile on his face.
He drove in to a quaint little neighborhood with nice little homes aligned in to a perfect cul-da-sac. People were out on their front lawns, washing their cars or watering their gardens. Children were playing out in the street. A group of boys played dodge ball in the end of the cul-da-sac.
Oliver slowly drove the car up the driveway of a beautiful two-story home. He stepped out of the car dressed nicely in his slacks and ironed dress shirt with his briefcase in hand. It had been a long day at his practice.
Oliver smiled and waved at their neighbor who smiled and waved back and returned to his gardening.
"Dad!" A voice called out to him.
Oliver stopped and turned around to see his first-born son run up the driveway. His clothes were dirty from playing out in the street all day with his friends.
Oliver grinned. "Hello son."
Johnny stopped before Oliver, looking up at him with those doe eyes of his mother. Johnny had grown much in the span of three years. He had gone through a growth spurt that surprised both his parents but left Oliver quite proud saying, "That's my boy".
"How was school?" Oliver asked as Johnny accompanied him up to the porch of the house.
"Good." Johnny answered.
"Did you do your homework?"
"Yes, sir." Johnny answered.
"Good." Oliver ruffled his hair.
"Johnny, c'mon!" Another boy called from the middle of the street where they had continued their game.
Johnny looked to Oliver for permission. "Be back inside before dinner." Oliver warned with a smile.
"I will!" Johnny called and ran back to join his friends in the game.
"And don't forget your inhaler!" Oliver called after him.
Oliver shook his head and opened the front door of his home. As soon as he stepped inside the wonderful aroma of a home cooked meal hit all his senses. Of course, it had taken multiple cooking lessons for her to finally get the hang of it but he expected nothing less of her.
She was wonderful. She had been doing wonderfully.
Oliver stepped in to the kitchen, softly setting his suitcase on to the table. He grinned as soon as he saw her facing the kitchen stove.
He walked up from behind her. "Good evening, Mrs. Morgan."
She turned at the sound of his voice and smiled softly upon seeing him. She wore a lovely blouse tucked in to a long skirt with her hair up in a ponytail. She always looked so beautiful for him. In her arms she carried a two-year-old baby girl. Oliver couldn't help but to grin as he saw his lovely wife and daughter.
"Good evening, Dr. Morgan." Lana smiled. The baby in her arms cooed softly.
Oliver went up to Lana and kissed her lips. "Mmm, how I missed you."
Lana smiled politely.
"And you too." Oliver said as he took the baby girl out of Lana's arms and in to his. He kissed her temple. "How are we doing?" He turned back to Lana, placing his hand upon her tiny pregnant stomach. She was about to be five months.
"Fine." Lana answered, politely once again.
There was a smile on her face but an absence of light in her eyes.
After the procedure, Lana was an entire different person. It took Oliver a few months to get her back on her feet and convince her (or in better words, brainwash her) in to believing she was someone she wasn't. It also took Lana some time to adjust to her new life. Johnny wasn't easily convinced either and struggled greatly with accepting Oliver and the new change he brought in to their lives. But it was Lana's sudden change that confused him the most. However, he came around when he saw his mother's smile and heard her reassuring words. But it wasn't easy.
Oliver took his new family to Eureka, California where they started new lives with new identities. And as far as Oliver was concerned, life was wonderful.
"Moving more and more these days, I hope." Oliver smiled brightly, referring to their baby on the way.
"Yes." Lana answered almost as if on cue, placing her hand upon her stomach.
Oliver sat on the living room couch watching with a soft smile as his daughter played with her blocks.
"What are you spelling there, precious?" He asked her.
The little girl, who carried his eyes, looked at her father and smiled. She giggled and returned to her blocks. Lana caught Oliver's attention as she made her way to the front door.
"Johnny!" She called out in to the street, "Dinner!"
She waited patiently until the ten-year-old came running through the door.
"Wash your hands first." Lana warned him.
"Yes, Mom!" Johnny called out and hurried through the living room. His little sister perked up and watched him run by with big curious eyes, always wanting to go where he was.
"C'mon, sweetheart." Oliver said as he sat off the couch and plucked the little girl from the floor, taking her in to the kitchen.
During dinner, Johnny made faces at his little sister, making her laugh in her high chair. The toddler was completely overjoyed. Oliver couldn't help but to chuckle and Lana only smiled.
"This dinner is delicious." Oliver said as Lana took a seat across from him. She had been so well behaved and complacent that it was all just a lovely dream. It must have been.
"Thank you, dear." Lana said civilly and helped Johnny cut his steak, "I thought you might like it."
When his parents weren't looking, Johnny dropped a piece of stake to the floor where Scout was. The beagle ate it right up. The little girl giggled up a storm.
"I love it." Oliver grinned as he reached across the table and squeezed Lana's hand gently.
She only smiled.
"Read it again." Johnny said as Lana placed the book on his nightstand.
She was putting her children to bed whilst Oliver waited for her in their room. Johnny was in his pajamas and in bed. Scout lay at the foot of his bed, fast asleep.
"It's getting late." Lana answered. "You should be sleeping by now."
Johnny sighed. "Ok." He said a little bit defeated.
Lana sat at his side. She took her hand and brushed his hair out of his forehead. "I love you." She told him.
"Do you promise?" Johnny asked her.
"Of course,." She caressed his cheek. "I love you and your sister both very much." Lana stood and kissed his forehead. "Now, go to sleep my Johnny boy."
"Goodnight mom, love you." Johnny said as he lay back down on his pillow and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, baby." Lana smiled softly.
She then turned and walked to the crib where her daughter lay fast asleep. Lana leaned down and kissed her soft cheek. "Goodnight, precious." She caressed the little girl's cheek and turned off the light before she exited the room. But not before looking at her two children one last time.
After Lana put the children to bed, she returned to her shared room with Oliver. He was already in bed reading one of his psychiatry books. He set the book down and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. His eyes made their way to Lana who sat at her vanity mirror brushing her hair.
He smiled softly. "Lana." He spoke her name with such adoration. It was beyond him that he had finally obtained everything he ever wanted. He had two beautiful children and a third on the way. He couldn't be happier.
"Yes?" Lana answered not taking her eyes off her task.
"Have I told you how happy I am?"
"Yes." Lana answered.
"Come here." Oliver patted the spot on the bed next to him, noting that Lana was a bit distracted.
Obediently, Lana placed her brush down and joined Oliver in bed.
"What's the matter?" He asked her as he pulled the blanket back and let Lana crawl in to bed.
"I got a call from Johnny's school." Lana began, "He's misbehaving again."
Oliver pressed his lips together and nodded. "I'll be sure to have a talk with him first thing in the morning. I promise." He wrapped an arm around Lana's shoulder bringing her closer.
Oliver looked in to her distant gaze. There was something about Lana that had been lacking since she awoke that morning after the procedure. The fire and pluck she once had burning so intensely in her eyes had burned out, replaced by a blankness so subdued that Oliver often wondered if she was all there. Of course she wasn't. But he was pleased with her new self. She was obedient and pleased him in every way he wanted. She was almost a dream come true but Oliver couldn't lie to himself, he often missed the old Lana.
"Lana." He spoke gently.
Lana turned to look at him.
He looked in to her eyes. "Are you happy?"
Lana smiled without true emotion in her eyes. "Yes." She answered.
And even though something lacked within her, that one single word was enough to make Oliver grin from ear to ear. Now it was he who had found his heaven.