A/N: Okay, by a show of hands, who missed me?

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No Way Out

"No!" I shouted, my eyes flying open as I sat straight up.

I heard a calm, soothing voice beside me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It seemed too good to be true. But how was that even possible? Didn't he just…? Wasn't I just…? Wait a second. Where was I anyways?

"It's okay. You're okay," Logan said, planting a tender kiss on my forehead.

I did the first thing I could think of, and I threw my arms around Logan. I was completely over the moon with joy. He was alive! Logan was alive! Tears of happiness leaked from my eyes. I thought I had lost him…again! Now more than ever I was confused. I couldn't make heads or tails out of anything. I wasn't sure what was real and what was just a dream. One thing was for sure though; I didn't want Logan being alive to be a dream.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I took in the familiar sight of the bank where the robbery had taken place. I took in my surroundings, and in doing so, I became even more puzzled. Tony was there. That alone sent a wave of fear through every fiber of my being. I thought I would never have to see his face again. Johnny and Joey were there too. What was going on? Did the bank robbery never happen in the first place? Was it in progress? So what then, was the first one where Logan died all just some sort of sick dream?

I had a horrible thought. It was hard to believe that something as small as a cell phone, could bring about the death of the one I love. I rummaged through my purse with great urgency. I had to find it! I couldn't make the same mistake twice! I wouldn't make the same mistake twice!

"What are you looking for?" Logan asked.

"My cell phone. Where is it?" I replied, my eyes never leaving the inside of my purse.

I could tell merely from the tone of his voice that Logan was perplexed by my behavior. I didn't care though. Logan's safety depended on it. After all, I knew what would happen if I held onto my cell phone.

"You already gave it to the robbers. We all did. Remember?" Logan replied.

I tilted my head to the side and knitted my eyebrows. This didn't make any sense. That's not how I remembered it happening! What was going on here? I was so confused!

"Will you two shut up? Why can't you be quiet like all the rest of the good hostages?" Tony remarked, waving his gun menacingly at us.

My breath hitched in my throat. I still wasn't sure if this was just a dream or if this was reality, but in any case, a loaded gun was not something to be taken lightly. I grabbed Logan's arm, and he positioned his body in front of mine.

"Relax, kid. I'm not going to harm you as long as you don't try to pull anything," Tony stated, patting Logan on the cheek with his free hand.

Beside me, I could feel Logan tense from the unwelcome contact. His eyes never left Tony's. Logan didn't trust him for one second, and quite frankly, I couldn't blame him. I didn't trust Tony either. Then again, robbing a bank and holding people hostage doesn't exactly promote trust.

Then something just dawned on me. I didn't have a scratch on me. Logan didn't either. In fact, now that I thought about it, no one had been shot or killed at all. This was really starting to freak me out.

Tony walked back to the center of the room. Johnny was stationed at one door. Joey was guarding the other. Joey! Of course! I suddenly remembered the shaky arrangement he had with Tony.

"Joey, you don't need Tony to save your daughter!" I cried out.

Joey looked surprised when I had mentioned his daughter. Even though he had his gun pointed at me, I knew that he had no desire to shoot me. Unlike Tony and Johnny even, Joey had a kind spirit. At least the Joey I remember did. I couldn't be certain this Joey did. I mean everything wasn't exactly as I remembered it.

Joey stood in front of me. Though I didn't fear Joey, Logan took up a protective stance in front of me. I was worried; not that Joey would shoot me, but rather that Logan would try to play hero and get himself hurt.

"How do you know about my daughter?" Joey asked.

That was the million dollar question. Well, one thing was for certain; he did have a daughter. So then maybe the rest of it was still true as well. There was really only one way to find out.

"She's sick, isn't she? Really sick, right? Do you really think Tony will take care of your daughter's medical expenses? He's selfish! He's not going to give you a dime!" I exclaimed.

That got Tony's attention. He stormed over to me, seething with anger. Looking back, I probably didn't think that one out too well. Tony definitely wasn't going to sit by as I insulted him and called him out on his untrustworthiness.

"Watch your mouth, girl!" Tony warned.

"You don't have to do this, Joey. It's not too late for you. I'll vouch for you. Logan will too! I'll tell the police it was all them," I said, pointing at Johnny and Tony.

"Camille, are you crazy?" Logan interjected.

I kept forgetting that this Logan didn't know about Joey's terminally ill daughter. He didn't know that Joey agreed to help Tony rob a bank in return for a cut of money large enough to cover his ill daughter's medical expenses.

"Keep it up, and you won't be telling anybody anything!" Tony remarked, cocking his gun and pointing it at me.

Joey continued to talk to me as though it were just the two of us. He paid no mind to what Tony was doing or saying. He didn't even seem to even notice that Logan had said something.

"What other choice do I have?" Joey asked.

"You have a choice, Joey. You always have a choice," I said.

What happened next happened so fast that it went by in a blur. A gunshot rang through the room. I suddenly found myself lying on the floor with Logan on top of me. I immediately thought that Logan had been shot, and was looking him up and down for injuries, and was relieved to find none. I felt fine too, so then who…

"Joey!" I shouted.

I covered my mouth with my hand. Logan wrapped his arms around me in an embrace, gently shushing me. Joey had a bullet protruding out of his forehead. A thin stream of blood trickled down his forehead onto the bridge of his nose, traveling down further until it dripped off the tip of his nose. He fell backwards onto the floor. His face was inches from mine staring at me with lifeless eyes.

Then, there was the sound of glass shattering. That was followed by even more gunshots. I heard a shuffling of feet and loud shouts. I looked up from my position on the floor and saw the S.W.A.T. team and several police officers rush inside. Bullets were flying everywhere.

I knew that Johnny and Tony were outnumbered. They didn't stand a chance. I was just glad that this nightmare was finally coming to an end. Logan and I were both lying on our stomachs on the floor. That was when I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. There was a wetness coming from my chest.

"Logan…"I choked out, suddenly feeling like a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around my torso and was squeezing every last breath out of me.

I felt a dampness trickle out of the corner of my mouth and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that it wasn't saliva. I looked up into Logan's worried eyes. We both looked down at the same time; to the bullet wound in my chest.

I wasn't sure who had shot me. With bullets flying around everywhere, it could have been anyone. All I knew was that I had been shot. My strength was leaving me. The air in the room felt horribly cold. It was a chore to keep my eyes open.

"It's okay. You're okay," Logan said.

I didn't know who Logan was trying to fool, but I wasn't okay; I was far from okay! I had a bullet in my chest! I mean I get what he was trying to do; he was trying to reassure me that I wasn't going to die. I just found it hard to believe him when every breath was more difficult to take than the one before it.

I was barely aware that Logan had torn some fabric off his t-shirt and was pressing it to the gunshot wound on my chest. I'm sure he was putting pressure on it even though I couldn't feel any.

I knew I was dying. There was so much that I wanted to tell Logan in these, my final moments. However, my words were incoherent. It was hard enough as it was to breathe let alone speak!

"Shh. Save your strength," Logan told me, his voice cracking.

I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw Logan's eyes fill with tears. I wanted to reach my hand out and wipe his tears away. I didn't like seeing Logan cry. I also didn't like to be the reason for Logan's sadness. The only problem was that I couldn't seem to even be able to lift my arm. I tried focusing only on that task, but it was no use.

"Stay with me, okay?" Logan said, his voice sounding far off.

My eyes shut briefly until Logan gently shook me, and they sprung open again before they started closing all over again. I wanted to stay awake, but I didn't. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to feel anything; not pain, not sadness, nothing.

In a weird sort of way, I was actually glad that I was the one dying. I mean at least it wasn't Logan this time. I took comfort in the fact that Logan was still alive. I liked it better that way. I rather Logan live without me than me live without Logan. I've been there and done that. It's not something I want to experience ever again.

I hardly noticed Logan shake me more frantically than before. I couldn't even make out what he was saying to me anymore. My eyelids drooped as my eyes fell shut. Each tick of my heart was growing softer. My heart slowed down further and further. I could feel my life force seep out of me. Despite it all, I think I had a small smile on my face as I welcomed the pitch black darkness with open arms.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I have a new poll on my profile page. It's really important, so be sure to vote, okay? It has to do with the status of my In-Progress stories. I'm sorry about the lack of updates. I hate how I always make excuses for myself, but this is the part where I make excuses for myself. I recently moved, and then I had roommate problems. So that was pretty stressful. Couple that with the fact that I had absolutely no desire to write this whole time, and there you go.