Title: Lazarus
Author: Diane A. Doty
Email: Jadecow@hotmail.com
Summary: Derek gets a wish, only to have it shattered.
Spoilers: Subject: The Harbingers
Disclaimer: I don't own Freakylinks. If I did, you can only imagine what would happen, and 'Snoop Dog' wouldn't be in the picture. Also, Alice In Wonderland is quoted here often, I don't own that either...I have no idea who has the rights to all of this, but not me, and no infringement intended. If you want to sue me, I think there's five bucks in my bank account...hell I'll throw in my car too...That'll take it up to 15 dollars easily!

Author Notes: 'This is the fic that wouldn't end. Yes it goes on and on my friend...' This entire thing was written before Subject: The Harbingers in 3rd person, then changed to 1st person and to fit into that episode a little better. I wrote the whole thing, and decided I didn't like the ending. So I wrote a new one. And now I can't choose which I like best, so you, the reader, get to choose which ending you want to read. The 'It's So Perfect My Teeth Ache' (to quote our favorite American in the Uncharted Territories) or the 'Realistic, Less Happy Ending'. I can't make up my mind, okay?
Thankyous: Michelle, Lena, and everyone else I forced to read rough drafts of this and assured me that the characterization was right...This would be crappier without the help, trust me.

Enough blabbing. I'm sending the different endings in separate emails, so you don't have to read both if you don't want to....Feedback good...

Lazarus Realistic, Less Happy Ending
By Diane A. Doty
I didn't know if I should keep on laughing or start crying when the all too familiar face came running in. I felt the same way I did when I first saw Adam at the cemetery, my body wanting to do a thousand things at once, except breathe, and my mind running in circles. My mind kept screaming 'It's not him!' and 'It's him!' each time louder and louder.

Adam just started at the empty room, wide-eyed concern on his face. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity.

"Guess you didn't need my help." Adam said finally, breaking the tight silence.

I didn't say anything, still not sure if I could believe that this was my brother. They tricked me into thinking he was dead once. I had seen one of them look exactly like Adam right down to the mark on his lower lip from where I punched him three days ago...Convincing evidence. All Adam was giving me was concern. That could be faked.

"Derek, it's me!" Adam said, easily reading my face.

"Prove it." My voice was hardly above a whisper. A spasm when through my shoulder after I said it, making me nearly cry out in pain.

"Maybe we should discuss this after you see a doctor." Adam suggested, coming forwards two steps.

"PROVE IT!" I screamed, moving backwards until my back hit the wall. The yelling was doing nothing to help the pain in my shoulder.

Adam was silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke, eyes half closed, like he was in a trance. "When we were thirteen, you tried to do a skating move down a flight of stairs and broke your arm. I was with Mom; I fell on the ground holding my leg and started screaming like a nut in middle of a shoe store. When we got home, there was a message from Jimmy Gardino's Dad saying he took you to the emergency room."

Painful memory. More from the guilt trip Mom gave me then anything, but that was beside the point. I wasn't convinced.

I wasn't surprised when Adam started talking again, telling another story. "Our senior year we traded places in school. You went to my gym class and I went to your science class. Chris Minson was pissed at me and the two of you got into a fight. When Mom came up to school she had to tell the dean that it was you and not me. You were suspended for three days for the fight and I got detention for a week."

Heavy silence followed. Finally, I felt myself smiling. "I...I think I need to go to the hospital."

He smiled back, relief in his eyes. As he pulled out a cell phone and called for help, I slid down the wall, all my energy snapped out of my body. The adrenaline rush gone, and I couldn't even stay on my feet.

"Derek, you okay?"

I wanted to tell him yes, that I was okay, that I was just a little tired. The problem with that was that I was tired, and I had the minor problem of not being able to think let alone breathe without pain in my shoulder.

Another spasm when through my shoulder, enough to make me close my eyes. It was getting worse. The fact that I had no idea how long it had been out wasn't really helping me. I don't really know what happened after I closed my eyes. I guess I passed out, because the next thing I was aware of, I was in an ambulance.

Adam was gone. The guy back there didn't even know who I was talking about.
Things kinda blur together after that. I know I managed to get through the whole process of filling out papers, and convincing them that there was no need to call my next of kin (my Mom, which I obviously didn't want to get into). I even managed to get a cab ride home after the four hours of sitting in the emergency room, despite the fact that I was literately flying from the amount of painkillers they gave me.

All I wanted to do was sit, alone, and of course try to sort out all that had happened. I knew that I wasn't going to get a chance to do either when I saw Jay's car parked in my driveway. For some reason, I wanted to talk to him even less then I wanted to talk to Lan. He would be mad at me for running off, yet again, and I wanted to deal with that as much as I wanted to pay this latest hospital bill.

I wasn't even all the way to the door when it was flung open, Jason standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I all but groaned. 'Not now, please, Jay.' I pleaded silently, knowing that wouldn't happen.

"Derek, what happened?" Jason all but barked, moving over for me to get through the door.

"I, uh, it's a long story." I mumbled. I walked past where he stood and plopped down on the couch. I still felt completely drained --emotionally and physically.

"I've got time." He paused, then added: "Lan and Chloe are out looking at someone they were afraid might be you."

I closed my eyes. I hoped none of them found out how close it was to them identifying a body. Hell, I don't even think they'd have been that lucky. "I'm sorry."

"As always."

I stood up, ignoring Jason's comment as much as I was ignoring the fact that the room was spinning. "Uh, where's the phone? I should call them."

He shook his head. "I got it."

Two minutes later he was back, phone in hand. He sat next to me on the couch, but said nothing.

"Did you tell Chloe about the file?" I asked, hating the silence.

He nodded. "We had to, D. The last time either of us talked to you, you weren't really acting like yourself. We were worried."

"I'm sorry. I...I just had to go."

"Did you get what you wanted?"

I sighed, thinking about the question. "Not exactly."

"What did you want?"

There was a small smile on his face. I couldn't return it. I was thinking of how dark my desires were. I had never been like that in my life, and I hope that I never am again. I didn't want to think about that yet.

"Adam's alive." I said, changing the subject.

"You sure?"

I nodded. "He was there...Alive."

"Where's he now?"

I gave a lop sided shrug. "Gone."

"You okay?"

I looked at him, not surprised to see concern and nothing but in my friends eyes. No more anger. Again, I thought about the question. I went in thinking my twin brother was dead, after only finding out he was alive the day before. I came out knowing he wasn't dead and with a dislocated shoulder.

"I'm okay." I answered, truthfully.

Jay grinned at me. "Good, because I think Lan and Chloe just pulled up."

I couldn't help laughing. It could've been worse.
The End