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ATF universe, Ezra´s POV.

-Voices-

I heard muffled sounds, I must have crashed because the amount of doctor shouting's hadn't being so loud before. Did my heart stop beating? Did I stop breathing?

That voice again, demanding and growling...

Chris? No, it can't be, he left us.

Didn't he?

Definitively, that is Mr. Larabee's voice. Surprise, surprise, he's accusing me of running out on them.

Me? What a joke.

I tried to make them talk, I tried to hold the team together, I was the last one to leave the team 7 space at the office with the useless hope of fixing our squad.

I'm tired, I want to rest.

-Voices-

Don't they see I'm in the need of rest? Why they continue talking to me, trying to awaken me?

Wait a minute, they are here. All of them. In this room.

What does it mean? Is everything all right now?

Were the last months the horrible nightmare that resulted of me being used as a shooting target? I need to know, I make an effort to talk, to ask them, but the black void got hold of me again.

"My God, Chris..." Buck was looking intently at Chris, his voice full of anguish and uncertainty.

At the other side of the bed, Chris Larabee had become so pale, that Nathan was afraid the man in black was going to faint at any moment. The blond's mouth was open and attempting to form the words but not a sound was leaving it.

Josiah, who had been praying, had closed his eyes.

J.D. was the one who acknowledged Buck as Vin was frozen at his spot, by the feet of Ezra's bed. "Maybe somebody at the bust was called that or he knew a girl, Sarah is a popular name. It's not the same Sarah we are thinking about. I mean, why would Ezra, after all this time...and he's hurt, he would not ask about Sarah Larabee... a nurse or doctor, that's it..."

"This has gone too far" Josiah's voice was steady and clear as he interrupted J.D.

Looking at Chris he rose from his chair. "We let the derisive words of an insane man damage our friendship and destroy our family. We let our senses be clouded by pride and pain. And as a result of our sins we let our brother fall and almost lost him"

The preacher's son held Chris' gaze as he talked to him. "You trust Buck, with your life and your team's. You trusted him with your family"

Chris looked at the moustached man, remembering all the times he had, indeed, trusted him. Swallowing the knot in his throat he managed to murmur a soft "sorry" that was answered from Buck with a firm nod.

Vin got hold of J.D.'s arm and started for the door. Turning to address the men at the sides of Ezra's bed,

"You two stay and talk, we're going for food"

Nathan headed for the door too.

"I'll talk with the doctor about Ezra's discharge, he would want to know when he can leave the moment he wakes properly."

"I'll be at the chapel" interjected Josiah, "And, brothers, consider that each of you are at different sides of the bed, but Ezra is in the middle and he's hurt by being pulled in both directions."

Both friends, as different as they were; one blond and sombre, the other dark haired and always cheerful, answered at the same time.

"We know, Josiah. Now we know."

The older man closed the door and headed to the pay phones. He had to call the Judge to tell him that everything was going to be all right. Then he was going to the chapel. He had prayed so long for a miracle that now that he had got it, he felt the duty to say thanks properly. Deep inside he always knew that the "Magnificent Seven" would remain together.

FIN

Notes: The original story didn't have a happy ending. I wanted it to end at the first black void... (mwa ha ha) but my evil twin wanted it as a birthday gift.

Isn´t she really evil?