A/N: Well folks, that's it. Thank you so much for your patience with my erratic updates. And please review! Was it somewhat decent considering I've never actually had the opportunity to play Heavy Rain before?

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He needed a fucking job. Of course, what were the career prospects of a Boston native in his late thirties with a degree in criminal psychology who resigned from the FBI because his brain nearly exploded? Jayden wasn't sure he wanted to work in law enforcement anymore, but it was the only thing he'd ever done that actually felt worth something.

"I'll call you when I get to New York," Madison said. "If you need anything, Sam and Ellis are always available."

"I'll be fine."

"You've said that before."

"I know," he looked down. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah...I'll miss you, too." Madison picked up her bags—God knows she wouldn't let Jayden help her with them—and headed toward the gate.

"Hang on, I have something for you." She gave him an odd look but slowly set the suitcases back on the ground and lowered herself into a chair while Jayden got down on one knee and dug in his pocket for the ring.

"Oh my god..." Her mouth fell open as what was happening dawned on her. It seemed surprise took away all the strength in her jaw. "This is so cheesy!"

"I know."

"I mean, right here, in the middle of the airport? Did you get this from a chick flick? A romance novel? Seriously, Norman!"

"Would you rather I not do it at all?" They were drawing quite a crowd by this point.

"No, no, please proceed. I'll shut up."

"Thank you," Jayden smiled. "Madison Paige, will you marry me?"

"Yes, you idiot, of course!" He stood up and Madison embraced him. "Ugh, this is so unfair! Now I have to get on a plane and be all professional when all I can think about is you!" She waved her newly ringed hand around excitedly, then ran down the jet-way, kicking off her shoes and yelling, "I just got engaged!"

Jayden watched her go. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. They were both desperate to save the other because they could not save themselves. Psychologists called it a guardian angel complex. But it worked for them, somehow. Two fundamentally fucked up people trying to find some meaning in filling each other's voids.

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Ethan Mars stared at the package he'd received in the mail today. The last time anyone sent him a package, it was from the Origami Killer. But it turned out to be a book. Madison's book, to be exact. He opened it to the title page where she had written a message to him:

Ethan, I didn't want to leave things like that between us. Maybe someday you can see my side of the story. I hope so.

Sincerely,

Madison

Of course Ethan forgave her. She was only doing her job, really. He had wanted to apologize for accusing her the moment she was gone, but it was too late. Madison had been the only person who believed in him. Hell, even Ethan himself thought he was the killer, but she wouldn't be convinced. The dedication page was next. Above the note of thanks for her friend, Sam, his name was also mentioned here:

This book is dedicated to victims of the Origami Killer and their parents, as well as Ethan Mars. His determination to save his son is nothing less than inspiring. Never have I witnessed a love like that before. The trials he went through were unimaginable. He's the real hero, not me.

"Hey, Dad," Shaun the kitchen and saw Madison's book open on the table. "What are you reading?"

"Nothing, son, it's just..." Should he tell him? Both of them generally tried to avoid the subject even though it had brought them closer than ever. "It's just a book written by Madison Paige."

"Oh, I know her," Shaun picked up the book and turned it over. On the back cover was a small picture of Madison, looking exhausted and pretending to smile. Ethan hoped she really was happy. "That's the lady that visited me at the hospital. She saved me, didn't she?"

"Yeah," Ethan answered. "She saved me, too."

"Oh." His son was quiet for a while, then asked, "Can you read it to me, Dad?"

"I don't know...Maybe after I read it first."

"Please?" Shaun did have a right to understand what had happened. Knowing the details couldn't be worse than actually experiencing them. They all needed a way to move on. For Ethan and his son it meant physically moving to a new city, and for Madison and Jayden it just meant trying to cope emotionally.

Ethan turned the page and began to read:

Author's Note: Journalists tend to pride ourselves on objectivity. But I cannot be objective here. This book is not intended to report solely the facts; it's an analysis of my own experience investigating the case of the Origami Killer.

All right, that's not entirely accurate. It's true that I was just in it for the story at first, but that all changed when I met Ethan Mars and saw the pain he was going through. This book is about my small part in the mission to save a little boy's life.

We all had our own reasons for it, but I think we sought something similar. One could argue that it was just the right thing to do, but people are rarely that selfless. I think in the end I, at least, was after a sense of purpose. When it wasn't about the story anymore, that's what remained. What can I say? I guess I'm selfish, which is why Ethan inspires me.

Maybe I just like being the guardian angel.