Hello Mz. Hyde (Andy Hurley)

Chapter 19- Jet Pack Blues

Becca's POV

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and in a bed that wasn't my own. I rolled over, hoping to find Andy by my side, but I opened my eyes to find Gabe instead. I screamed and shot up in the bed. Gabe snapped awake and fell out of the king size bed. I looked down at him and saw that he was completely naked, then I looked down at myself and saw that I was in my pajamas.

"Jesus Christ Gabe, I don't need to see that first thing in the morning." I grumbled, using my hand to block his junk from my vision.

Gabe laughed and grabbed a pillow to cover himself. "What? I like to sleep naked sometimes. It feels very liberating. And if you're thinking it, no. You and me did not do anything."

I rolled my eyes and sat up in the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. The memories of what had happened last night flooding mind. My phone was on the table next to the bed, so I reached over and checked it. Three missed calls and a ton of texts from Pete, five missed calls from Joe, as well as ten texts from him, a few texts from Gabe, and one voicemail from Andy. I checked the time stamp of the voicemail, 4:00 am. I was debating if I should listen to it or not, but something inside me said to open it. I tapped on the recording, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Hey Becca, it's Andy." There was a long pause. "Look, whatever happened between us, whatever made you leave, if it was my fault, I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you a lot. Please come home and we can talk through this." He sighed. "Nevermind, this was a ridiculous idea. I just miss you a lot, I really do. Bye." Then it went dead.

I dropped my phone on the blanket, wiping a few tears pricking my eyes. "I miss you too."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Since I was the only one who had clothes on, I walked over and answered the door.

Patrick was standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of black jeans, a grey tee shirt, and a red hoodie. His blonde hair was a tousled mess, instead of its fluffed up style. I felt ice run through my blood.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"I want to talk." He said calmly. "Can I come in?"

I hesitated for a second, but Gabe appeared behind me, still naked. I turned back to Patrick.

"Let him in." Gabe reassured me. "It's fine." I stepped back, motioning to Patrick. Patrick stepped inside and sat down on the large tan plush couch in the den area of Gabe's penthouse apartment. I sat in the black armchair next to him, and Gabe sat on the other end of the couch, using a throw pillow to cover his crotch.

The three of us sat in deafening silence for a few minutes.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I broke the silence.

Patrick pursed his lips together, piecing an answer together in his mind before answering. "I'm not asking for you to come back, Gabe has already warned me against that. I'm concerned about you, Becca. He also told me that you said that hell would freeze over before you would ever talk to me again. So either hell really has frozen over or you have nowhere else to go. I know you wanted to know who Action Cat really was, but you wouldn't come to me if it was only because she killed Ryland. And if it was just you she was after you would have taken them on yourself, none of this alias business and needing to find their identity. There's someone else involved, isn't there?"

I sunk back into the chair, running my hands through my hair. "It's complicated. Like I told you last night, the Piper is after me, but she crossed the line. All I had was an alias and I needed a name. That's why I went back to you."

"Then who was Mr. Sandman?" He wondered.

"Patrick, some things are better left with their masks on. If Piper finds out Sandman's identity, and that he knows who she is and what she's done, things will get even worse." I warned him. "Above anything else, I just want to know why she's doing this to us. I always thought that Piper and Aubrey were friends, why would she kill her best friend?"

Neither Patrick or Gabe answered me, giving me the answer that they didn't know why. There was no known motive.

"So we know nothing? We are completely in the dark." I inferred. Patrick and Gabe both nodded. "Then what should we do?"

Gabe shrugged. "No idea."

Patrick nodded in agreement, then stood up and turned to the door. "I agree with Gabe. I'm going to go talk to Gerard, try and get something to try and help us understand."

Before he left, a thought crossed my mind. "Patrick." I called out. Patrick stopped and turned to face me.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you doing this?" I wondered. "Why are you helping us, especially me?"

Patrick paused for a moment. "I saw you one day in the city a few weeks ago. You were with a man and a little girl. I saw you with the two of them, I saw how happy you were with them, which was something I hadn't seen in a long time. And when you came to me last night, asking for the identity of a murderer, I knew you wouldn't have come to me if there wasn't a threat to you or them. That's why I'm helping you Mz. Hyde." Then he disappeared down the hallway.

Gabe and I were left alone in the silence, but he soon left to go take a shower, leaving me to myself. I sat in the silence for a while, minus Gabe's singing coming from the bathroom.

I thought about what Patrick had told me, that he had seen me with Andy and Clara. He knew about them, but he didn't interfere. He told me that he saw me happier than I had been in a long time. And thinking it over, he was right. I loved Andy more than anything in the world. He was my everything, and I was his.

I picked up my phone and called Andy. It rang for a few seconds, something inside me hoped that he wouldn't answer and that it would go to voicemail. And that's what I got. The small tone went off, alerting me to say something, but the words I wanted to say couldn't make it past my tongue. I hung up and looked down at my lockscreen.

It was a photo of Andy and I from our six-month anniversary, which was a little over a week ago. I missed him so much. I missed waking up every day and the first thing I would see was him. I missed his laugh, his smile, his everything.

"I miss you." I choked to myself. "I miss you so much, I shouldn't have done this." I buried myself in the chair, making myself as small as possible.

I should have never left Andy.