A/N: Ok, here it is, the final chapter to Tattle-Tale. I am currently working on another TDI/TDA story. I'm not sure when the first chapter will be up because this week I'm moving across the country so I'm doubting I'll have time to hop on and do some writing, but I hope everyone will look forward to it. :)!
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When Gwen woke up again, she was in the hospital and the beeping of the systems was in her ears.
"Tr-Trent?" She asked as her eyes moved to the side and he was there, asleep in the chair, but as soon as he heard his name he opened his eyes.
"GWEN!" He rejoiced, as he jumped to his feet and started to cry. The doctors had told him it was slim that she'd ever wake up again, and that she might have very well had serious brain damage.
"Don't cry. I'm okay." She said and tried to nod, but the pain didn't let her.
"Gwen, you almost died. Actually you did for about four minutes." Trent said as he touched her hand. "If Courtney wouldn't have made it to you…" He swallowed his tears back.
"Courtney?"
"She saved you." He turned his head some. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I let you down."
"No, you didn't. Trent—you're still my hero." She said smiling up at him. He smiled at her. "So how long was I out for?"
"Three weeks."
"Wow. Felt like two days at most." She said with a small laugh, it was the most the pain would let her get away with.

The door opened again and Courtney came in.
"Gwen, I'm so happy you're awake." She said smiling. She had balloons and a stuffed animal in tow that said; Get Well Soon!!

Gwen looked over and that's when she saw how heavily decorated her hospital room was. Flowers, candy, stuffed animals, balloons. She smiled.
"Everyone came to see you." Trent said softly. Gwen turned her head toward Trent.
"What—what happened to Duncan?"
"…Guards are at his room." Courtney answered.
"He's in the hospital?"
"Of course he is. I shot him." She said as she set Gwen's stuffed bear down next to her and set the balloons next to the others.
"You—shot him?"
She nodded without turning away. "It was the only way. He would have killed you if he would have hit you one more time with that. At least that's what the doctors told us." Courtney looked over at Trent. "You should get yourself some food; you've been up here, eating whatever we bring you. Get yourself a real meal. You know Gwen's okay now." She said with a chuckle.

Trent smiled and nodded. He looked at Gwen; "I'll be right back, okay?"
She nodded. He kissed her lips gently and left the room.
"Gwen…I heard what you told him." Courtney said.
"Wh—" And then Gwen shut up. She knew what Courtney meant.
"Why did you say that to him? What did it mean?" She asked.
"Courtney—do we have to do talk about this now?" Gwen asked trying to avoid it all together.
"Gwen, just answer me straight and I won't bring it up again to you or Trent. Were you with him before?"

Gwen sighed; "Yes, I was. BUT. I only said that to him because I thought it'd keep him from killing me."
"Oh I know." She laughed. "No one could possibly love someone who was about to beat their brains out."

Gwen smiled some. Good at least that was straightened out. "Guess everything happens for a reason." Courtney said nodding. "I mean now I'm dating a really nice guy I met in DC."
"Really? That's great." Gwen said as she reached for some of the chocolate Izzy and Owen had brought her.
"Here, let me get that for you." Courtney said and unwrapped it, and fed her a few of the pieces so Gwen wouldn't have to move too much.
"Courtney, where did you shoot him?" Gwen asked as she finished a piece of chocolate.
"Arm to make him drop the lamp and then I shot him in the back. But you were out cold when I got to you; I thought I might have been too late." She said patting Gwen's hand.
"Thanks. Thanks for going against what I said and saving my ass." Gwen smiled.
"No problem." The other girl said smiling.

That day Gwen had so many guests it wasn't funny. Everyone from the island came to see her, whether or not she'd stayed in contact with them. Her parents, Trent's parents and frighteningly enough; Duncan's parents. They apologized so much and his Mother wept some. Gwen of course told them it wasn't there fault and thanked them for coming to see her.

Night rolled around and Trent was finally leaving her side. The doctor had said that no matter how much the nurses told him visiting hours were over he refused to leave and eventually they just let him stay. But Gwen told him to get his butt into a proper bed, and he listened, wanting to make her happy of course. He normally would have argued with her, but he knew she was just worried about him. He kissed her good night and told her he'd be in at ten the next day.

Gwen fell asleep with the TV on, and didn't notice her curtain being pulled back slowly. There were dragging footsteps and soft grunts of pain, but eventually the person was sitting in the chair next to her bed. Gwen could hear breathing. Her eyes opened some and the light from the TV revealed who was in the room. She gasped and went to press her call button for the nurse.
"Don't." Duncan said.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Heard you woke up." He said.
"Obviously." Gwen said.
"Heard the cops are guarding your door."
He laughed some. "They gotta sleep sometime too." He nodded. "Plus they didn't think I could get up. I act pretty well when I need to." He grinned.
"I know." Gwen said. "Now what are you in here for?"
"Wanted to know if you meant what you said."

Gwen eyed him. She might as well tell him that she did. "Yeah, I did."

He smiled some. "If Princess wouldn't have busted in and shot me, I wouldn't have killed you." He said softly. "I still love you too Gwen." He said softly.

I bet. Gwen's mind huffed. That's why you were trying to kill me… But she played along.
"If you want—I'll come visit you in prison." She smiled.
"Really? That'd be nice. It gets lonely with no one visiting. Will you come at least once a week?"
"I'll come at least twice a week." She said nodding.
"I'll hold you to it." Duncan said as he slowly got to his feet and shuffled out of the room. Gwen let out a sigh of relief. Good. He was gone. She would be fine now. Live her life with Trent—have a family all that good stuff. She watched him leave. And just maybe—maybe she'd visit Duncan twice a week. Maybe.

The End