I have never tried writing for Futurama before, so forgive me if this sucks. This is my first ever attempt.
Eh, Futurama commentaries are distracting and I was watching one when I wrote this. Which will hopefully explain any weird bits or mistakes in here. I read it over a few times though, I hope I didn't miss anything. If I did, let me know and I'll sort it out as soon as possible.
That was the first thing Fry had been certain of.
That he would never see Leela again.
It was something that broke his heart every day, but he'd known it would happen as soon as he went back in time again; if he managed to get back to the 31st century he'd be killed, and then Leela had Lars anyway.
He knew that he couldn't win so he didn't try to fight it.
Hadn't he always wanted to go back to his own time, anyway?
After spending eight years in the future, he'd started to think of that as his 'own time' too, but at least he could see his family again... everything could go back to normal.
But how could it really go back to normal? How could he carry on living without the single most important person in his life?
He didn't, really. Or at least it didn't feel like he did. The only time he felt even vaguely alive was when he was with Leelu, and one could hardly call a narwhal a true replacement for the woman he loved. He could try, but it wouldn't work, and he knew it. It was somewhat artificial, but it filled the void left within him, slightly. It was better than nothing.
But in the end, even Leelu was taken from him, and then what did he have left?
Nothing.
Nothing but a single crumpled photograph, and even that reminded him that Leela never returned his love.
The second thing Fry had been certain of was that Leela would love him back.
Not that she'd know it was him, exactly, but that didn't matter anymore. He was not the same man he'd been twelve years ago, so he had no problem with her not knowing who he really was as long as she loved him in some way, and once he realised that he himself was Lars, he could hardly contain himself - after so many years of thinking he'd never see her again, it was more than he'd ever hoped for.
He could wait, though. He knew what would happen and he knew she would come to him eventually. He just had to wait until she came back into his life.
For her, he would wait as long as he had to.
For Leela, he could wait forever.
The third thing Fry had been certain of was that he would die.
And really, he could do that.
It had been the worst day of his life when he'd had to leave Leela at the altar, and he never would have done it that way if he'd known in advance what his fate would be, but he knew it was for the best.
Anything to save her from the pain.
And then the time came and he knew this was the moment he had to die.
And he was okay with that.
Because he was absolutely certain that she loved him. That was all he needed to know.
He was satisfied now.
He had, for lack of a better term, had his dreams come true.
That was all he needed.
She was all he'd ever needed.
It, uh, wasn't exactly in the tone of the movie, or the series for that matter, but... this came to me and I just had to write it... heh.
And the ending of this... Grrrr. That frustrated me. I couldn't think of how to word it properly and I am still not exactly satisfied. I might rewrite it at some point.
Review, please?