So sorry, but this week was hectic so its just a drabble. My bad.

I don't own the characters. I attach strings to them and shout, "Dance marionettes! Dance for my pleasure!"


It was all a blur to me until I realized that Susannah wasn't next to me anymore. Instead she was being crushed to a wall by a car.

I rushed over to her and somehow got some passerby's to help me move the car out of the way. I knew there was too much blood. If the EMT's didn't get here fast she wasn't going to make it.

Why? Of all the people in the world that deserved it, why did it happen to her?

"Jesse." She moaned once I laid her away from the crash. "It hurts."

"Shhh." I hushed her. "Try not to talk querida."

She shook her head. "No Jesse. It's time."

"It can't be!" I grew hysterical. "You can't be dying!"

She gave a quiet chuckle. "That's the thing about life: you never know when its going to punch you in the gut or give you a sack of gold."

"Please Susannah." I begged her, grasping her hand as tight as I could. "Don't talk about dying."

"I have to. Jesse," She finally turned her head and looked me straight in the eye. I saw no fear. Just acceptance that made my stomach turn. "I need to tell you about this dream I had."

"Have querida." I insisted. "Go on."

"I've always dreamed of a family with you." A lump the size of a baseball lodged in my throat. "I dreamed of two children. Two because I know how lonely only children are. I dreamed of a beautiful girl, and if I could help it, a boy who would look just like you. Maybe even more if we could afford it. I didn't want our powers to be transferred to them if I could help it, but if they did I wanted to teach them how to kick ass just like me. I wanted them to be able to protect themselves and the ones they loved just like I love you." She coughed and blood trickled down her chin and I couldn't help but wonder where the damn ambulance was. "I dreamed of a house with a view of the ocean. It really gets addicting once you live next to it for three years. I dreamed of a small house, but just big enough so that we could raise children. I dreamed of raising our children and watching them get married and start their own careers and futures. I dreamed of growing old and dying with you." She sighed. "I guess that dream will never come true. We're not even married."

"I'm sorry querida." I sobbed. "I'm so so sorry."

She smiled softly. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I couldn't give you what you wanted."

She shook her head again. "No, you gave me what I wanted. I just never got what I dreamed about and that wasn't your fault." She sighed. "Promise me that you won't try to follow me."

"I will never promise you that querida. The minute you die I will slit my throat and join you. I've been dead once, it won't matter a second time."

She groaned. "No Jesse. I worked so hard to keep you alive. Please don't waste all my hard work."

"I could never live without you!"

"Yes you can. You lived without me for the past 180 years without knowing of my existence."

"I was miserable every moment."

She coughed again and more blood spilled out. "No Jesse." She croaked. "Live."

"You can't ask me to do that! You cannot ask me to live without the other half of my heart!"

"You must."

With those two final words she never opened her eyes again.