A/N: So, we're wrapping it up here, on lucky number 13. Read on.

Will awoke in the hospital. Looking around, he was laying in what looked like an intensive care room. He had bandages over his arms, his head and just about everywhere from all of the other fights. Carefully removing his I.V. drip and other medical equipment from his body he stood up. He felt exhausted and energized at the same time, his mind made up. He started to walk out of the room when several doctors tried stopping him. He shrugged them off and quickly limped out of the hospital to go visit the one place he had not been in awhile.

In the middle of the cemetary, Will stood in front of a grave. The tombstone read 'Linda Connor, Loving Daughter and Sister' and under that, tiny, scratched and faded read 'I miss you.' Fresh flowers now sat on the grave. Someone approached from behind.

"Never figured you'd ever come back here." Sam asked.

"Why'd you do it?" Will replied

"Do what?"

"You know very damn well what, why did you kill him?"

"Ah... That, well if I hadn't, you would probably be in there right now." Sam replied, gesturing to a fresh grave with a simple tombstone that said nothing.

"Well, now we'll never know will we?"

"So, why'd you come here?" Kim asked from next to Sam.

Will looked around in surprise, Ted and Kim had apparently decided to join him, Tanya no where in sight.

"It's been three years since I last came here, the first time, I threatened the grave diggers I'd skin them alive if they buried her."

Will walked over to here grave, pulling out a knife. He dropped to his knees in front of the stone, and began scratching something in the surface. Standing up, he was grinning like a child, but the sadness in his eyes remained. He started walking away from the stone, the smile never leaving his face.

"Where's Tanya." It was not a question.

"She's back her house, resting up, she got the more banged up than me." said Sam, holding his chest.

Will nodded, and walked away in the direction he had come. The remaining three walked up to the tombstone to see what he had scratched. Under the faded words, in the same sloppy way, new scratches had formed. They read simply 'I'm sorry.'

Will walked up to the front door of his house and knocked lightly on the door. His dad answered it, and at the sight of Will, his face twisted up in anger.

"What the hell do you think your doing here?"

Will just started walking into the house. His father tried stopping him, but didn't have the strength. Will stepped past his shocked parent and started walking up the stairs.

"I'm going to get changed, then I'm going to go see Tanya, that's what I'm doing here." he replied half way up.

"Look, I obviously can't stop you, but atleast tell me what's been going on with you lately, I haven't seen you for a week, and now you come walking in here all covered in bandages and the like."

Will sighed, walked back down the stairs, and recounted to his father what had happened the past weak, just before that, and what he'd been up to the last four years. His dad listened on in silence, his face dropping into sadness when Will recounted what had truly happened to his sister. When he was over, his father walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him. Tears falling from his face he only said one thing.

"I'm sorry."

Will slightly chuckeled to himself and returned the gesture. After their moment Will said one last thing to his father.

"I'm taking a trip."

His dad only nodded and walked off into the kitchen. Will walked upstairs and changed into his normal clothes, and started packing a bag. Packing clothes and some MREs, he also grabbed his secret stash of cash. It was for when him and Tanya had finally gotten married, so they could retire. It was farm from full, but it would do. Dumping the money into his now empty backpack, he grabbed his few precious belongings, and walked down the stairs and out the door. Piling all the junk into his own car, he got in and swiftly drove to Tanya's house. Getting out, he pulled the bag full of cash and walked towards the front door. Knocking on the door, Tanya's father answered it with a shotgun raised against the thief.

"What the hell do you want here freak?" he asked, staring daggers at Will.

"First, get that damn pop gun out of my face, second, I'm here to see Tanya."

"I don't think you're stepping one foot in this house." he replied, pumping the shotgun for emphasis.

Will sighed, and brought his clenched fist down on the weapon. The barrel bent into an odd angle, enabling the weapon useless. Tanya's father stepped back from the opening, and Will stepped inside the house.

"What do you think your doing, I'll call the police."

Will replied by taking out a wad of cash from his pocket, "Here, take the Mrs. somplace nice."

With that, he walked up the stairs towards Tanya's room. Opening the door, he peered inside. She was propped in her bed by many pillows, reading a book, a single lamp by her bed illuminated the whole room.

"About time you showed your face here." She said, not looking up.

He walked in, and dropped the backpack on her bed.

"What's in that?"

He replied by opening it and turning it upside down. Many tightly wrapped dollar bills fell out and covered the bedside. She looked at the pile in shock and amusement.

"This is your going away present." he said.

Tanya instantly understood what he meant, a look of grief cut across her face.

"What about your going away present?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Oh, I'm sure there's something you could want." and with that, she shoved the money off the bed and opened the blankets.

Climbing in, they kissed. Will only had to clear one thing up.

"You're sure?" he asked.

She replied by turning off the light, immersing them in complete darkness.

Will awoke in Tanya's bed. He slowly removed his arms from around Tanya's nude form. He quickly got dressed in silence. Making his way to his car, he checked to make sure the tires had not been slashed. Getting in, he started it up and was about to pull out of the driveway when Tanya came walking out of the house. Rolling down the window, he looked at her and smiled warmly.

"Trying to get out of here without saying good-bye?" she asked.

"You know me, I don't like to make a scene."

"Just let me ask you one thing, why are you leaving?"

"This past week has made me realize that I'm not safe to be around, I need to be alone, to make myself better."

Tanya stood in silence for a long moment, then pulled a card out of here pocket. It had an ace with three daggers below it, all pointing off in different directions. Above the ace on a red banner were the words 'Ace up the sleeve.' Handing it to him, he stared at it quizzically.

"When you think your ready, place this where I can find it, and I'll be sure to have everything ready."

He understood. Kissing her one last time, he pulled out of the driveway waving. Tanya watched him go, her hand resting on her stomach. In the car, Will smiled slightly as Tanya slid out of sight. Punching the gas, he drove towards a new beginning.

A/N: I'm finally done, this is it, the first finished project I've ever done EVER. I won't threaten to you into reviewin' mainly because I'm using up this next bit towards thanking people, which is so unlike me.

Thanks: skilful-trickster for always pushing me forward and giving me some ideas and whatnot.

Thanks: allyburner for giving helpful suggestions and always reading my crap.

And last but not least, an explanation. This is not the final product, I will go through and re-work the story, I just had to write down the basic plot and characters and I will make the fight scenes way better, so better, they'll bleed with awesomness, add in some stuff that I thought of, and change any errors, inconsistencies that I find. So, in a sense, this truly isn't done.

Stay tuned for next time.