By ValerieRichards

Disclaimers: I don't own Ratatouille, only Anna.

Author's note: I can't help with the excessive story writing! I have ESWS (Excessive Story Writing Syndrome). Lol, it's not a real thing. This story starts out in nobody's POV.

Chapter 1: Dead

Everything was going great for Linguini and Remy, or so they thought. Colette, Linguini's crush, thought Linguini was being 'weird'. Nobody knew about Remy and it would stay that way. Then, Linguini caught Remy helping the other rats steal the food and yelled at him.

"Little chef" Linguini called as soon as he walked into his new flat. He went up to the window to talk to his friend, but Remy wasn't there. He got worried and ran back to the restaurant. His little friend wasn't there.

"Hey watch it" a person yelled at him as he rode his bike as fast as he could down the street. He didn't turn around and acknowledge the person, he just kept pedaling.

"Little chef" he called out. No answer. After a while of calling, he sat down on a step and put his head in his hands. He then looked up and then paled faster than ever. He saw Remy lying on the street, not moving.

"Get out of the way you idiot" a driver yelled as Linguini walked out into the middle of the road. Linguini didn't pay attention to the honking of the horns.

"Little chef? Buddy? Hey, wake up" he said shaking Remy a little bit. Remy didn't move and didn't open his eyes. Linguini kept shaking him and got the same results each time, nothing. He finally got up and went back to the restaurant's steps carrying Remy. He began to cry.

"Linguini" a voice asked curiously. Linguini didn't hear it and kept crying. This rat was his best friend and had helped him through a major problem. Now, his friend had died and the last words he had said to him were spiteful.

"I'm sorry little chef, I'm so sorry for yelling at you. You were just trying to help your family and friends, I would have done the same thing" he sobbed. Colette sat down besides him.

"I-It's a r-r-rat" she gasped. Linguini looked up. He nodded and then back at Remy. He cried some more and Colette realized that there was something going on. She asked him.

"He was the chef behind the soup, not me. I can't cook. It was all his doing and it's my fault he's dead" Linguini cried. He expected Colette to be happy that his friend had died.

"So, he was like your friend" she asked. Linguini nodded without looking up at her. She smiled sadly and told him she was sorry.

"You mean it" he asked. He was surprise, really surprised.

"Yeah, just because I'm like how I am in the restaurant kitchen, doesn't mean I'm like that in real life" she explained. Linguini looked down.

"Yeah, you're right" he said. He was still thinking a lot about his animal friend. Colette put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and she indicated towards her bike.

"Come on, let's go bury him. He was your friend and just for that, he deserves a decent burial" she said. They both rode to Linguini's new flat and put Remy in a small box. They had a small animal funeral and buried him.

"Thanks" Linguini said rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were bloodshot and he smiled as best as he could. Then, he felt himself leaning in closer to Colette.

Please R&R! This is not the ending for those who haven't seen the movie.