(Author's Chapter Notes:

This will most likely be the one and only MiMo fic I will ever pen, and it was done with Sarcasm. I hope you enjoy this aquatic tale.)

Fish; a Painted Tetra, colorful and of intricate design had lived and loved, ultimately doomed to lose the one true love he had ever known. He lost his Sara, the most beautiful of all the Platies he had ever met. She was kind and caring, always looking out for the weaker fish in the tank, the Guppies, the Gouramis, any and all that needed her. Sara was always there, a caregiver in their aquatic prison never once asking for anything in return.

Until the day she was taken from Michael, the day of the Plecostomus.

Susan was a cleaner, sent in to leech to the side of the tank, sucking the slime that built up on the smooth glass of their cell...But something was twisted inside, something went wrong on that tragic day.

The day that he lost Sara would live onforever in Fish's mind, or so he thought at the time of her horrible death.

Two days after losing the love of his life however; a new fish arrived, Mollie. Mollie was a beauty, a beauty suffering a loss of her own. She had lost her entire family at the Fish R us she was purchased from.

Poor Fish, poor Mollie! But one look across the tank and it was, if not love at first sight, well it was at least comfort they saw in each others eyes.

It wasn't long before this new fish approached him and her eyes though sad, were lit by a smile placed just for him.

He glanced with worry at the Convicts, White Tip Sharks; the now dead, murdering Plecostomus lying at the bottom of the tank, Michael's vengeance having been spent in a blinding, rage filled moment.

But could he keep his Mollie safe?

He made a vow then and there that he would protect his new love, he had to. He convinced himself she would be safe. She would be safe so therefore it was safe to give this new fish his heart.

They swam the first few days together, trading bubbles, sharing the flakes that drifted from the pull of the filter. Then came a day much the same as the ones it followed, but ending on a note of intimacy. Yes, fish lips met fish lips, gills were caressed as they consummated their union. Ahh, Michael was happy! Fish was finally at peace.

His brother Loach was off with his son, starting a new life over by the Pirate chest, And Michael's new love was beautiful. He could almost forget his lovely Sara…Almost…but she would always hold a special place in his heart.

A week later, he led Mollie to the picnic spot he had set up. It was close to the sunken Pirate ship, but not too close to the filter. He had gathered flakes all morning for their feast, so many flakes for his new love...

The problem was Fish had not thought this plan out. He had taken the day's rations leaving the Cichlids; Convicts and Pink Convicts, The White Tip Sharks, ravenous! What had he done?

Mollie was laughing and nibbling when it happened. He was telling her a childhood yarn...And prehaps he had let his guard down? It came from out of nowhere. The large Cichlid swooped down and…One bite later, when we had just found MiMo, her head was gone! Oh, No! Poor Fish! Had they given him a love only to take her away, again?

He went mad then, his fins swimming fast, faster, fastest. He swam, and he swam till he could swim no more. And then, then poor Fish, too weak to fight anymore, too tired to care anymore sank to the bottom of the tank...Poor Fish was alone again.

(THE END)

(Chapter End Notes:)

A Mollie is a species of tropical fish, and so are all of the above mentioned. No Fish were actually harmed in the writing of this tale.