Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, nor anyone associated with them

Hey guys, sorry for my long absense, but the internet did not get turned on until today. So, yeah...I was watching Titanic earlier, this weekend, and this popped into my mind, so...yeah, tell me what you think.


Eighty-one year old Ian Hecox laid upon the bed, he was very...very tired.

He was the only one left, the others were gone...all that was left now, were memories. His blue eyes turned to the tiny figure at the doorway of his bedroom. He smiled softly, and beckoned for the figure to come. The little boy went over and knelt down beside his great-grandfather's bed.

Cody was Mary Margaret, his grandaughter's youngest son...and arguably the one of his great grandchildren he was closest to. The five year old smiled softly at his great grandfather, before looking at the pictures on the bedside.

" You want to hear the stories again?" He asked. The five year old nodded, as his grandfather ruffled his hair listening as the old man told him how he'd met Anthony, started Smosh, met his great-grandmother, and all the others...everything.

" What happened next?" Asked Cody excitedly.

" Cody, time for dinner!" Called Mary Margaret down the hall.

" Five more minutes mommy." He replied, pleadingly. Making Ian chuckled, and ruffle his hair yet again.

" Go on, I promise I'll tell you after." Said Ian, Cody opened his mouth to say more, when Mary Margaret appeared at the door, carrying a tray of food for Ian. Ever since his last trip to the hospital, her grandfather had been bedridden, and couldn't get up and move around as much as he used to.

" Honey go on, I made your favorite." Said Mary Margaret, Cody smiled as he smelled Spaghetti. He hugged and kissed Ian, before rushing off before his brother got there.

" How are you feeling?" She asked softly.

" Tired, why don't you set the food down here on the other nightstand while I take a nap?" Mary Margaret nodded, and did so, before turning to her grandfather. His once brown hair, was now all white, and his baby blue eyes, were beginning to get hazy. She cleared her throat and smiled softly, as she held his hand.

" I hope you feel better, ok grandpa?"

Ian looked up at his granddaughter and smiled up at her. holding her hand, His granddaughter had always been closer to him, he remembered she would come over to his house, lay beside him, and watch Disney Movies, always asking for them to be repeated.

" Don't worry dear, I'm just going to take a small nap." He replied wistfully, she smiled and nodded before walking off. Ian turned to face the pictures on the mantle.

In truth, he knew it wasn't just the tiredness...it was something else, but he didn't know what. He loved it here in his granddaughter's house, with his great grandchildren...his son and daughter-in-law visited of course, as did his grandson and their families.

His blue eyes looked at all the photographs, at the forefront, his wedding picture...he and Mel smiling at the camera, with Mel looking amazing in her white gown, He, Anthony, Joven, Lasercorn, and Sohinki all gathered aound at the reception, His graduation photo, pictures of Noah, of his grandkids, and great-grandkids, Pictures of various family vacations, birthdays and other events, him and Anthony highfiving with the words 'Friendship always wins' on it.

He sighed and closed his eyes..deciding to take a little nap.

Ian looked around, He was infront of the Smosh house...he smiled and opened the door, walking in to find familiar faces like his mom, his sister, Anthony's family, and their other friends like Felix, Marzia, Toby, Shay, Rhett, Link, everyone. His smile grew wider, as he saw Joven, Mari, Sohinki, Lasercorn, Kalel, Mel and Anthony. Melanie went over and took his hand.

" You made it dude." Said Anthony with a small smile.

Eighty-one year old Ian Hecox laid upon the bed...resting.