Lost and Found Again

by: Cyber Chibi 00

Full Summary: Okay, this fic basically revolves around Albert Heinrich and Jet Link. Anyways, Jet and Albert have deep feelings for each other, but Heinrich still feels a little uncomfortable about Hilda. Then, Jet gets into a serious accident and is presumed dead. But then Albert starts to hear voices, have premonitions and visions... and he believes Jet and Hilda are trying to contact him, to try to tell him something important... but what?

First yaoi, be nice. Categories are Romance, Drama, and Angst. Maybe a bit of Sci-fi.

Chapter 1: The Day after Today

Albert Heinrich's mind screamed as he threw himself onto his bed, sobbing and burying his face into the pillow to muffle his sad cries. ' He couldn't be gone!' his mind yelled. He bit his bottom lip hard, trying to stop the flowing of his tears. He could taste the blood on his tongue. Heinrich turned to face the door, where his comrades were banging on the door, making desperate pleas for him to come out.

'No way had 'he thought, 'there is no way I can face those guys...' Tears welled up in his bluish- grey eyes, threatening to spill once more over his flushed cheeks. He drifted off to his own world inside his head, a blur of thoughts and emotions filling it. His second love had now departed from this earth, just like Hilda, so many years ago.

"Hilda already went! You can't go too!" he cried out loud, pushing himself into and Indian position on the bed and punching his pillow furiously. Not out of anger, but out of blame.

'It was all my fault,' he thought, continuing to sob and beat the pillow, ' If only I hadn't of been so edgy about our feelings, Jet would still be here...' He sobbed as he reached his gun hand up to his mouth and wiped a little of the blood away. He could just imagine the New Yorker's arms around his own smaller figure, matching his own steady breathing with his right now.

"Albert! Come on out of there! Please!" the voice of Joe Shimamora became more desperate, but he had stopped knocking on the door. Albert still stared at the locked door, wondering whether or not to let his friends in or not.

Yes, they knew how close he and Jet Link were, how deep their affection were for each other. They had been going for nearly a month now, and no one seemed to complain or question the pairing. Albert smiled softly. Gawd he had the greatest of friends.

He sighed sorrowfully as he got up from the bed to unlock the door. Hesitating, he opened it a crack to stare at three of his worried friends, Joe, Francoise, and Britain. Francoise nearly looked relieved that Albert hadn't cracked down into depression, and flung her arms around him, locking him into a deep embrace.

" Oh, Albert," she said, crying softly, " I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she continued to give Heinrich a supportive hug. Joe sucked in breath and put a hand on Albert's shoulder, tears in his eyes. Albert looked around at his three friends, whom were all crying silently. He tensed up and tried not to break down again from all of the grief. Britain sighed.

" We can't take anymore of this," he said, sighing, " I mean, when does the grieving start and end?"

With that, Albert broke down and sobbed. He could no longer hold the sorrow in, though he was surprised as anyone at his own sensitivity. None of his companions had ever seen him like this before. He fell to his knees, shaking and burying his face into his hands.

" It'll be alright Albert," Joe said, sighing and wrapping his arm around his friend, " we know it isn't your first cry, and it most certainly won't be your last. Come on, let us go get you a glass of water."

Albert nodded glumly as the four cyborgs made their way into the kitchen. ( A/N: They are in the Dolphin. Forgot to mention that...) Joe got a pitcher of water from the refrigerator, pouring it slowly into a glass and handing it to his friend. Albert took it reluctantly and took a sip, seeming to sastify his worried partner. He took another drink, bigger this time, as he thought back to what happened not even twenty four hours before...

----@@Flashback@@-----

The New Yorker grinned cockily as he threw himself onto the bed next to Albert, bouncing on it purposly to annoy his lover. The German giggled as he playfully shoved Jet, making him grin all the more as he pounced on top of Heinrich.

Albert sighed as he stared into those deep reddish brown eyes. He had always apprieciated how they crinkled when that bad ass cyborg smiled. Didn't he? Jet's eyes twinkled as he started to bring himself closer to the smaller figure. Albert's smile suddenly faded as he turned away, having Jet get a mouthful of hair. Jet frowned as he pulled back.

"What's wrong?" he said in his sexy New York accent, cocking his head to one side. Albert frowned and looked away.

"Its just. Its just that I..." Albert stuttered, trying to avoid his lover's eyes, " I still... Hilda..."

He could see the hurt in Jet's eyes as he slowly got off the bed and started to put his sneakers on. ( Yes, sneakers, not boots. :P )

"Where... where are you going Jet?"

The New Yorker looked back into Albert's bluish-grey eyes. "Oh, just going out for a midnight stroll," he said, grinning. But he could tell there was a slight crack in his voice. That made Albert feel worse. Jet bit his lip as he quickly ran out the door.

----@@End flashback@@-----

Albert frowned as tears threatened once again, as he stared into his near empty glass. The rest of the story he wished he could remember more clearly, for it was the most precious memory he had left with Jet. He wished he could remember all of the colors, the sounds... if he would have only paused to have thought what life had given him.... even in a cybernetic form.

Albert then slammed the glass down, swearing under his breath as he angrily marched out of the door and into the cold night. He was angry, angry at himself for being so simple-minded, so... naive. He cried silently as he started walking the terrain. He then stopped abruptly, surveying the scene in front of him. The battlefield. Here, the final memories of Jet Link rested inside his mind... although it was such a blur to him, even now, three hours later...

He vaguely remembered gunshots a few minutes after Jet left, and himself frantically getting up out of bed, rushing outside. He... he remembered one devastating gunshot and Jet flying backwards off the side of the cliff. The rest was gone to him. That was all he remembered. His world spun around him so fast that very minute, but he vaguely caught phrases like, ' The current... too swift!!' or ' Waterfall! Ahead!' He sobbed as he remembered the last, most heart-crushing word ever...

' Dead...'

He broke down once again, falling backwards and staring into the starry night with blurred eyes. He became angered again. The stars had no reason to shine! He had lost his closest friend, his closest, closest friend just a little over three hours ago. He closed his eyes, wishing he was back in his arms...

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Joe Shimamora's face loom over him, his expression sad and worried. He grabbed Albert's hand and helped him, putting a supportive arm around his friend.

" Let's go in, the crew is worried about you," Joe said to his friend, unsure of what else to say. To his great surprise, Albert drew an item out of his pocket.

' His wife's ring!' he thought, quickly recognizing the object. Albert approached the edge of the cliff, looking down into the rushing waters below. He clutched the ring on the chain ( Repaired after Tears of Steel ) whispering some words.

"Into paradise, may the angels lead you... take care of this, okay?" he said, tears streaming down his face like an overflowed river. And, with those words, he dropped the necklace into the river below.

"Take care of it," he repeated, turning away and heading back to the Dolphin. Joe's eyes watered up as he slowly followed Albert.

'Gawd...' he thought, looking down and shuffling his feet, ' I didn't know they cared about each other... so... so much...' Joe was to caught up with his thoughts, he surprisingly found himself back at the Dolphin. Albert was still outside, deciding whether or not to go in and face his friends in his current state. True, they all were feeling their own emotions, but he could bet his life no one was feeling as much grief as he...

Life... life... life. That was the one special word that Albert had taken for granted. And after two deaths of a loved one... he had finally realized it. Albert sighed as he slowly opened the Dolphin door, slowly walking in. He could feel the eyes bearing down on him as he walked through the room, even though he was staring at his feet.

He walked to his room and slammed the door, falling down on his bed. He breathed in deeply the soft scent of the New Yorker as he closed his eyes and smiled. He could almost feel the steady breathing of the taller figure, snoring slightly and muttering in his sleep, like he did every night.

Sometimes Albert would lie there awake, listening to his love mutter as he dreamed. He had often wondered what Jet would dream about. Was it being back in New York? Was it being free from finally defeating Black Ghost. Was... was it him?

Albert smiled as he started to remember everything that the two had gone through and done, that he was greatly disappointed and sad all over again when he opened his eyes. He put his head on Jet's pillow, and cried himself to sleep....

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Joe: Aww... that was so sad...

Albert: Why did you have to kill off Jet?

C.C: * wails* But Jet is my cutie pie! I would never have him die!!!

Jet: Read and review. * glares at teary-eyed fan girls* Yes I'm alive and C.C said so.

C.C: Jet is my favorite character! Do you think I'd have him die???