Up is owned by Pixar; I wouldn't be able to make such a tear-jerker.

"Russell."

The young man turned from his tiding of the old man's retirement room to the elder in question. "Yes, sir?"

"Son, I want you to take me to my old house. On Paradise Falls." Carl told him.

Russell smiled: "Yes, sir."

Russell wheeled the elderly man onto the Spirit of Adventure, the blimp that had brought them back from their first adventure, the last they had. It had been nearly 14 years since the day; Russell was 21, no longer a Wilderness Explorers scout, but he did occasionally help the scouts when he had the time. He was a landscape artist, and a soon-to-be-married man. Whenever he wasn't with his fiancée or at his job or the Scouts, he spent all the spare time he had with Mr. Fredricksen. He loved the old man, like his own dad. Nowadays, Carl was rooted to either his bed or his chair. Both men knew the old man was dying; so Russell was going to do everything he could to get that man to his house.

Russell fired up the old balloon and started steering them in the direction of Venezuela. Don't worry, sir; we'll be there in no time.

The only time Russell ever left the dogs to navigation was to check on Carl and to sleep. He ate in the deck and used the deck bathroom rarely. He was more concerned about getting Carl to his old house, before he lost what little grip he had left on this world. Thankfully, in just over a day and a half, they would arrive.

"Hey. Mr. Fredricksen, sir. Sir~?" The poor elder was barely there, half asleep with a foot in the grave and half awake. "Sir, we'll be there in a few hours time." Russell sighed. "I just wanted you to know..." He left.

"Master! Master! Look! We're just over the house!" Dug exclaimed.

"Good boy, Dug." The younger generation looked out. "I'll take us down."

When the blimp was safely landed, Russell anchored it down, and went to Carl's room. "Sir? We're here, sir."

"Please..." the elder man wheezed. "Take me... inside." He coughed some.

"Yes, sir." Russell smiled sadly, knowing his friend was close.

He wheeled the older man off the airship and started toward the house with him. "Come on, sir, upsadaisy!" He said as he helped the elder out of the chair and up the steps. They crossed the porch and entered the threshold.

"Please... my, my chair..." Carl barely gasped out.

"Yes, sir."

Russell led Carl to the red chair on the left, helped sit down, and propped him up nicely. "There you go, sir."

The old man looked into air hovering over the chair. "I'm home, Ellie." Carl told it (or maybe she really was there; Russell would never know until his time) with his last breaths. Then he sighed and slumped over, a contented smile on his face.

Russell smiled sadly and the first tears that threatened the whole trip finally broke the dam.

"Good bye, old friend. Adventure is out there."

And I will raise you up.

And I will raise you up.

And I will raise you up

on the last day.

I think I made myself cry. But, I like it anyway. Please review; when the ninjas cutting onions finally leave me alone, I'll read them. Criticism and flares are welcome because this is my first fanfiction.