AN- Wow. It's been over a year since I updated this one. I'm proud to say this is the final chapter. No sequel, most likely, because I am lazy. I'm doing this thing where I want to finish all my unfinished fics that I planed on finishing before I start anything new. So, I'm starting with SIMH because there's only one chapter left! After this, I'm going to try and update my Katie fic.

Quick recap: Tammy transferred to Eden Hall where she met the Ducks. Fulton liked her, Tammy fell for Charlie. There was F/T/C drama, Tammy chose Charlie. Tammy's mother is over-bearing. Tammy skates. Tammy become addicted to speed to help her skate. Charlie finds out about the drugs, Tammy takes one too many, Tammy blacks out.

And, here's the final chapter!

The Ducks crowded the waiting room. Charlie sat away from his friends, his hands running through his hair. If only he'd found out sooner. If only he'd confronted her sooner. Maybe if he had taken the bottle, this wouldn't have happened.

"You can't blame yourself, you know."

He looked up as Connie sat down next to him. "I know that's what you're doing. You need to stop."

"Connie-"

"It's not your fault. Tammy, as much as I love her, should not have gotten involved with drugs. You tried to help her, Charlie. Remember that."

Before Charlie could respond, the doors to the waiting room burst open and Tammy's mother walked in.

"This is all your fault!" she practically screeched, pointing at Charlie. "If she hadn't gotten involved with you-"

"If you hadn't pushed her to skate, she wouldn't be in that bed!"

The Duck's heads turned to where Tricia sat glaring at her mother. Tammy's older sister had arrived earlier in the day and had been sitting with them, anxiously awaiting any news on Tammy.

"If you had just let her be normal, if you hadn't pushed her to be a mini-you, she wouldn't have needed the pills mom. But you did. You punished her for going on a date by adding more practices. I'm not surprised she turned to drugs, given her hectic schedule."

"Don't you dare blame me." Came the mother's reply, her finger pointed threateningly at her oldest daughter.

"I am blaming you. It's thanks to Charlie that we even found out about the drugs. If he hadn't found them-"

"She wouldn't have overdosed!"

"She wouldn't have needed them in the first place if it wasn't for you! You could have killed your own daughter, mom! You wonder why I ran away from home, you wonder why I never visit? It's because that almost happened to me! I'm just sorry that Tammy had to be the victim."

Tammy realized she was in the hospital as she came to. It smelled extremely clean and the sheets she was laying on where slightly itchy. The last thing she remembered was Charlie's face as she fainted on the ice.

"Good, you're awake."

Tammy hadn't even realized her eyes were open until an elderly man suddenly appeared in front of her. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." Tammy whispered. "A little thirsty."

"Of course, we'll get you some water."

"What happened?"

"You overdosed." the doctor said, matter-of-factly. "We pumped your stomach, got rid of the drugs."

"Does....does my mom know?" Tammy asked, in a small voice.

The doctor's gaze was sympathetic. "I'm afraid so, dear."

"Oh, God." Tammy whispered, her hand covering her mouth as tears formed in her eyes.

"Now, sweetie, it's not the end of the world. Why, we get plenty of students in here who have alcohol poisoning and their parents are just happy they're alive."

Tammy shook her head. "I've let her down. I've let her down."

The doctor was helpless as the teenage girl began to sob.

"Mrs. Duncan?"

An older woman stood up, immediately followed by what looked like a troop of teenagers. The doctor smiled.

"I'm Dr. McGee. Tamara is awake and feeling fine. She's a little tired, but, she'll make a full recovery. Unfortunately, her body was almost used to the drugs at this point. She's going through slight withdrawal."

The woman wrung her hands nervously. "How long is that going to-"

"Tamara took the drugs for a few weeks. Thankfully, her detoxification process will not have to be a full month. We want to keep her here for a few weeks, just to make sure she'll be okay."

"Will she be staying in her room, or can we get a more private one?"

"I'm talking about rehab, Mrs. Duncan. We wish for Tamara to enter rehab to help her fully move on from the drugs."

"No, no she's sixteen. She's too young for this."

"Mom." Tricia walked slowly to her mother. "Tammy needs help. If she has to go to rehab to get it, then I say let her go."

Her mother nodded. "I'm being stupid. Yes, yes whatever can help Tammy."

"Very well. I'll get the paperwork for you to sign."

He walked away. Mrs. Duncan turned to her daughter. "Tricia....you've grown so much. I can't believe I missed it."

"Mom." Tricia looked down. "It's-"

"It's nothing. It was horrible. It was a horrible thing for me to do. To think, that could be you up there. Or, Tammy could have died. It's my fault. It's all my fault."

Tricia hugged her as both woman came to tears. "It's okay, mom. I'm okay, Tammy's okay. It's okay."

"I love you. I love you so much. I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, mom."

"I'm going into rehab?" Tammy asked. "I'm not a druggie."

"No one is calling you that, Tamara. But, you did have an addiction, no matter how small. You need to be cured."

"My mother will never agree to it."

"Your mother signed the appropriate paper work. I'm sorry, but you're going."

"I want to see her. Now."

The nurse quickly left and, a few minutes later, came back with Mrs. Duncan and Tricia.

"Hey, sis." Tricia smiled.

"I'm not going to rehab."

"Sweetheart, you have to." Mrs. Duncan said. "This is the best way for you to get better and I want you to get better." She sat down on Tammy's bed. "It's my fault you're in here."

"No, it's not-" Tammy began.

"If I hadn't pushed you, you wouldn't be here."

"Everyone is going to talk about me at school. They'll call me a druggie."

"Who cares what those snobs think?" Tricia demanded. "You'll have your friends behind you."

"I dumped Charlie. I highly doubt they care." Tammy said.

"Then tell me why the entire Eden Hall Hockey team is in the waiting room right now, including your ex-boyfriend."

"They're here? Charlie's here?"

"Yes. And, they want to see you. They're moving you into rehab tonight. I told all of them they can see you when you have your own room." Mrs. Duncan said.

"Mom." Tammy whispered.

"I want you to have a normal teenage life, sweetie. Forget skating, forget the competition. Just live."

"So, can I pierce my tongue?" Tammy asked.

"I said live, not go overboard."

Tammy laughed and soon, her older sister and mother joined in. As Tammy hugged both of them, she couldn't help but feel that her family was on it's way back together.

Once Tammy was settled in, her visitors arrived. All of the Ducks were there, except Charlie, but she tried not to let the disapointment show on her face.

"He promised to come back later." Julie whispered.

Tammy grinned. "So, how does everyone like knowing a drug addict?"

Dean snorted. "Please. You did a little speed. Come back and ask once you've done the hard stuff."

Julie whacked his arm. "What Mr. Insensitive means is, we're glad you're okay and please, don't ever do drugs again."

"Trust me, I don't want to. I threw up earlier. All part of my withdrawal. I can't wait to get out of here and go back to school. You guys gotta let me know what everyone's saying about me."

"If they say anything, they'll have to deal with us." Fulton said and there was a round of agreement.

"You guys." Tammy whispered.

"Don't go getting her all upset." Charlie's voice came from the doorway.

The Ducks turned to see their captain leaning in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the blonde skater. Connie and Julie exchanged a look.

"Okay, guys, Tammy's tired. Why don't we let her get some rest."

Together, the two girls managed to usher every out of the room. Connie gave Charlie a supporting smile before closing the door behind her. Charlie and Tammy looked awkwardly at each other.

"Hey."

"Hey."

He walked over to the chair next to the bed and sat down. "So, how are you feeling?"

"Slightly nauseous. Not too bad."

"Good." Charlie whispered. "I was going to bring flowers but I wasn't sure if we were still broken up."

"Why wouldn't we be?" Tammy asked, her heart racing.

"You dumped me in a fit of rage brought on by narcotics. At least, that's what I've told myself since it happened."

"Charlie." Tammy whispered, reaching for his hand. He entwined their fingers together.

"I love you." he said, quietly.

"I don't deserve you."

"Of course you do. Someone has to help you skip anymore skating practices."

"My mom is letting me stop skating. I'm going to be a normal kid again." Tammy said.

"Good. You deserve that." Charlie kissed her hand softly.

"I love you, Charlie."

He grinned. "I know."

"When I dumped you, I was in a fit of rage brought on by narcotics."

"I also know that."

"So, we're not broken up?" Tammy asked.

Charlie stood up and pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back only to whisper a small no, before leaning back in.

Tammy went through rehab for the next few weeks. She had nightly group therapy where she opened up about her mother's need to live through her and how they were working hard to get past that. The feeling of nausea and the chills slowly began to disappear.

She was visited daily by her older sister, mother and other family members. It seemed Tammy's overdose that had been the bad shock the family needed for Tricia to come back. Tammy knew the two women were also working out their problems and she couldn't be happier.

Her fellow skaters visited as well. Michelle refused to look at her, and Tammy knew she felt guilty. She hadn't told anyone where she'd gotten the drugs and she hoped her predicament would help Michelle stop taking as well. According to Hannah, she'd recently thrown out her entire stash.

The Ducks came each day as well. Usually in small groups, they'd sit around her bed and make jokes or fill her in on all that was happening in Eden Hall. Julie also brought her homework assignments.

Charlie refused to leave her room unless he truly had to, like when visiting hours were over or her family wanted private time. But, he was usually there, helping her with homework or just enjoying her company.

The weeks went by slowly, but Tammy was happy for the opportunity to completely heal herself. She never wanted to go through all this again and she vowed never to take drugs that weren't doctor prescribed for the rest of her life. And, even then, only take the prescribed dosage.

Finally, the day came where she was able to leave.

Tammy packed her suitcase, double checked her room for anything left behind, then sat down on her bed. "I cannot believe I'm leaving."

"You'll be okay." Charlie assured her. "You're strong. Besides, you must bored."

Tammy laughed. "You have no idea. I'm surprised my parents let you pick me up."

"They're at home, preparing your surprise party." Charlie said, grabbing her suitcase.

"Well, there goes the surprise." Tammy muttered.

He grinned. "Whoops."

"You know, you're lucky I love you so much." Tammy whispered, throwing her arms around his neck. "Or, maybe I'm lucky that you love me so much."

"We're both lucky, Tams." Charlie kissed her softly. "Don't ever forget that. Now, say goodbye to this place and let's head home."

"Goodbye, room. Thanks for being there while I went through some hard stuff. I'll never forget this place."

Smiling, she took Charlie's hand and, together, they left the room.

AN- Wow, did that suck as much as I thought it did? Sorry for the crappy ending guys! At least it's finished though, right? I apologize for this horrible chapter.