A/N: Thanks to two recent reviews, I couldn't resist! Knocked out this chapter last night. Be on the lookout for more to come soon! :)

Disclaimer: Harper's Island is the property of CBS. (Though I wish I owned Jimmy.)

Abby took the bus home and was leaning her head against the window, a solemn look on her face. The LA sunshine was as bright as could be but that did nothing to help up her mood. Realistically, she should have been crushed at seeing the man who, along with his father, the man who had brutally murdered her mother seven years ago, killed all of her friends and remaining family. Well, not all my family. She kept reminding herself. The truth is, she'd been ecstatic to see him. And that thought pained her. How could she even look him in the eye after what he did to her? To everyone?

But he's your best friend. He's your brother. He loves you.

He did it all for you.

She sighed. All of those things were true, she couldn't help it. And he had always been a good person. If that horrible man, Wakefield, hadn't gotten to him, it's likely that none of this would have ever happened. She recalled what he told her back at the house on the island... about how on the day of the rampage, he'd almost been killed by his father. Maybe it would've been better if Wakefield hadn't recognized him. Henry would've never been changed like that.

Stop this! She scolded herself. This isn't doing anyone any good. Abby knew she had to be there for him. She promised Henry she would be. Other thoughts passed through her mind. After all, it had only been just under three months since the killings took place. It seemed like an eternity ago to her, though. She and Jimmy had done a good job of trying to heal and creating a world for each other that was all their own. No fear, no hatred, no death... But their world wasn't perfect. Yes, they were engaged to be married and absolutely in love but they had their disagreements here and there. Mainly centered around Henry.

It was Jimmy who'd suggested she go see a therapist, hoping it'd help her to talk to someone who could evaluate her words better than he could. But she didn't need that. All she needed was someone to hold her and just let her grieve. Not only the deaths of those who were gone too soon but also her own life. What could have been. If the deaths never happened, if the rampage never happened, if she'd known about her brother... If she could have stopped him. If she could have saved him.

It was those thoughts that unnerved Jimmy the most. He didn't even know she'd come to visit Henry today. All the times she'd suggested it, he'd flat out refused and told her it wasn't a good idea. Better to ask for forgiveness, in this case, than permission. And so she went.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the bus and she saw that a few rows up, a mother sat with her two children. A small boy and girl. Brother and sister. That could have been her. Would such a tragedy ever come to affect them? Don't be stupid. She shook her head. No, something like that would never happen to anyone else. These poor children didn't know loss, and they shouldn't. They should always stay together. They should always be friends.

A sudden squeal caused Abby to jump in her side and her eyes to widen. Panic started to set in until she noticed that it was just the two siblings, having a laugh with one another. Will Henry and I ever be like that? No. No, things would never be normal for them. Abby had never been an overly jealous person but right now, she couldn't help wonder why those two children could have a normal relationship when she and her brother couldn't.

"Jimmy? I'm home!" She called as she walked into our newly rented one-bedroom apartment.

Her fiance walked out of the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel. "Hey, Abby. How was work?" His eyes went down to her own hands and he noticed her left hand was bare. "Where's your ring?"

Abby wound her hands together nervously. "Yeah, uh... about that. I didn't go in today. I... went to see him, Jimmy." She replied, shrugging and wincing preemptively.

"What, you mean Henry?" He asked, his nostrils flaring. "Listen, I thought we talked about this, I don't want you seeing him!"

"No, Jimmy, you talked about this. I could barely get a word in!" She looked at him pleadingly. "He's my brother."

"Abby, I can't believe that after everything he's done to you, you've got any sympathy for the guy!" Jimmy ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "That guy? Your friend? Your brother? Yeah, he threatened to kill you if I didn't sign the confession. He was going to kill me and stuff the note in my pocket so he could go off with you and live the sick, twisted life he wanted." Tears started to gather in Abby's eyes and the last thing he wanted was to make her cry. She had cried enough over the past few months. "Hey, come here."

Abby closed the distance between them and held onto him for dear life, his warm grip comforting, her tears wetting his gray shirt. But he didn't mind. Jimmy never minded. "I love you, Jimmy. You. Not him. But he needs help. And he can't know about us, it'd kill him." She pulled back, looking him in the eye. "Please say you'll help me."

"I'm not... I'm not alright with the idea that he gets to see you. He's unstable, what if-"

Abby shook her head. "No. No, you didn't see him, today. He's better. Or on his way to being better." She gave her husband-to-be a deep kiss, pouring all her emotions into it. "Please. I know we'll never be able to trust him but... I can't let him down. He was there when-"

"Look, I know he means a lot to you. Meant... Anyway, let me just ask you one thing." He reached into her jean pocket, held her hands, and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger. "How can you ever - how can we ever - expect to move on if every week, you're faced with the past?"

Smiling at her ring, the man in front of her, and their happy future together, she sighed. "We'll just have to find a way."

"Abby..." His voice was weaker this time, less insistent. As if he knew that there was no way Henry Dunn would ever escape their lives. As if he'd already given up. And Abby hated that, she hated the fact that she was somehow, however inadvertently, hurting him. But more than anything, she believed in what she said. She would make it work.

They would make it work.