You're Not in this Alone *The final book in the We'll Carry on Series*

Oh, How wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying.

Gerard's Point of View; 5 months later.

My heart pounds through my chest as Bandit and I walk back to see Stormy. My palms suddenly become sweaty as Bandit plays with the ends of my too long hair. I kiss her cheek gingerly before stopping outside of a large wooden door; 336.

"Okay B, we're going inside here to see mommy, because it's your birthday. " I say to my now 6 year old daughter, smoothing back her shoulder length curls.

"Okay, daddy, will mommy be awake now?" She asked with hope brimming her doe eyes.

"I- I don't think so, baby. I'm sorry." She nods, suddenly finding her feet interesting.

I take a ragged breath as Bandit takes my hand, pushing the door open, not really sure what we were going to see.

The room was still and the air was stale; the smell of morphine filling the small, dimly lit room as we walked in. Stormy was lying on her back, arms to her sides with tubes and machines hooked to her from what looked like every limb. I cringed at the sight of her, she was lifeless.

"Okay, Bandit. We can talk to mommy, but we have to keep our voices down." Bandit simply nodded.

I wonder where she could be; if she could hear me.

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Stormy's Point of View;

I had honestly lost track of how long I had been here- wherever here is.

I missed my family and honestly, I just wanted to go home. This place was lonely and confusing. I guess it was sort of like limbo. Waiting for god or whatever to decide if he was going to kill me yet or not.

In a way, I wish I would die already and end this incessant suffering, but then again, I don't want to.

If I died, I wouldn't hurt anymore, hell.. I wouldn't feel at all probably. I could watch over Gerard and Bandit safely and maybe not drag them down into my spiraling doom.

On the other hand, I hated to leave my precious little girl and amazing husband behind. I had waited my whole life to have my own family; to start over. Now it seemed that it was all being brutally ripped from under me and thrown away. What the fuck was I talking about? I didn't want to die!

I could hear the things around me- another small form of torture; hearing everyone you love sob over you.

"Okay, Bandit. We can talk to mommy now, but we have to keep our voices down." I hard my broken husband say. Oh, Gerard. I miss you so much. Your touch, your crooked little smile, the way you crinkle your nose. Your smell even makes me miss you.

I heard little feet shuffle as my bed indented from a small little Bandit sitting next to me. Oh fuck, here it comes. The hardest part.

"Hi mommy." I heard Bandit's small voice whisper.

"I turned 6 yesterday, mommy! I'm a big girl now!" Oh, B, yes you are. I missed her birthday.

"I colored you a picture, daddy is hanging it up now!" She giggled cutely, " I miss you, mommy." Her voice broke, trailing into the distance. If only she knew how much I missed her little cherub face.

"Why can't she talk to me, daddy?" I heard her ask curiously.

"B, we talked about this, honey. Mommy won't be able to talk to us anymore." I could hear the tears drip from his eyes, he sounded completely shattered.

"O-oh... okay. Mommy... I miss your hugs." She sniffled, collapsing onto my chest as her hot tears flooded my shoulder. I wanted more than anything to wrap my arms around her and comfort her. I needed to tell her that it would all be okay, that I was still here, but I couldn't.

It hurt so much knowing that I was causing nothing but grief to the ones I loved and cherished the most. My poor baby girl was suffering. Gerard was suffering, Mikey, Frank, Lindsey. They were suffering, but what could I do? Just fucking lay here in this uncomfortable ass bed.

"Stormy Onyx.." A sudden voice boomed, sounding all to familiar. Where had I heard that voice?

"Behind you." The voice stated. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder to see... my father.

My father was standing in my front of me, clad in a black and white suit, his hair slicked back and a smile gracing his face. Oh god, I missed my dad.

"D-dad?" My voice broke as I ran to him as fast as I possibly could, engulfing myself in his tanned arms.

"Baby," He tsked at me, " what are you doing here? " He asked, looking at me as if I didn't belong. I didn't belong here.

"I'm dying, daddy." I looked into his big brown eyes. "I have cancer." I laughed humorlessly as he shook his head somberly.

"Ony, sweetheart. Do you believe that miracles can happen?" His face was soft as his hand cupped my cheek.

"I used to. When I met my husband and had my daughter." I smiled sadly at my father, wishing they could be with me or I with them.

"Believe again, Stormy. It's your only saving grace." His voice demanded softly. I looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean? I'm being kept alive by machines, dad." I felt the hot, unwelcome tears threaten my eyes.

"Believe again, it's your only saving grace." He repeated, louder this time.

Before I could open my mouth to speak, he was gone into the abyss. I couldn't find him again, he was gone, but his words still echoed in my head.

Believing was my only saving grace...

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Gerard's Point of View;

She was still as Bandit cried her little heart out. Her face was like stone. cold and unmoving. Her heart slow and steadied by the respirator spilling from her small throat, and her voice a mere memory. With all of my heart I wished that she would wake up.

More than anything I miss her eyes, the eyes that captivated me from the moment I saw her in that Starbucks line 7 years ago. She had the most gorgeous see through blue eyes. I got lost in them every time I looked at her. She was my saving grace, my addiction. I needed her to breathe, to smile, to carry on, but I knew that I had to learn to go on through the fires of life without her. I just wish I could kiss her one last time.

I was stuck in my own self destruction when I heard the beeping on her heart monitor rise. Bandit obviously had noticed because she was now alert-having fallen asleep on Stormy- and staring at me with wide eyes.

I ran to her bed side taking her hand and hitting the red call button on the railing that kept her in bed; not like she could go anywhere.

It seemed to take the doctors forever to come to her rescue when something happened. Something happened and it made my heart drop to my stomach.

Stormy opened her Icy blue eyes.

And there you have it guys! A brand new update! Let me know what you guys think! Thank you so much for baring with me through this crazy fucking mess. I hope you liked it!

Xoxox-S