AN: Hello! So this is my first story on here, and I hope you will enjoy it. I don't plan on having many author notes, so please read those that are there. Anyway, reviews are welcome, though I may not reply, I do read them, and I am open to any constructive criticism.

Standard disclaimer applies for the whole story.

Madoka was here again, why was she here? She shouldn't be here, she should be in the shelter, she should be safe! She was supposed to be safe!

"Homura-chan, I'm sorry."

No, no, no, no, no! Not again! Please not again!

"I will become a Puella Magi."

She always did this! Why couldn't she… Why couldn't she just save her?! Just once!

"Madoka… that's…"

She just wanted-

"I finally understand. I found a wish I want to get fulfilled. So I'll use this life for that, okay?"

Why was this always the outcome? No matter what path she took, no matter how hard she fought… Madoka would always… always….

"Don't… Then I… I…"

She could feel her tears, and her own anguish surging up inside of her.

"Because then what have I..?"

What was the point in fighting anymore? Everything she had done… was it a waste?

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

No...

"But I believe it's because you've protected me for so, so long, that I am the person I am now."

She wouldn't accept this...

"I really am sorry."

She still had her promise to fulfill, she still had the power to avert this fate!

"Won't you believe in the answer that the one you've protected all this time has found? I swear I won't waste everything that you've done for me, Homura-chan."

Save her, she had to save-

"Madoka…"

She couldn't stop fighting now. It was all she knew… and if she had to continue on for all eternity she would. There was no end to this labyrinth, but as long as there was the possibility that Madoka could be saved then...

Madoka turned away from Homura, it hurt to just leave her there, but she would make sure everything would be better soon. Homura would have to understand. Locking eyes with Kyuubey, she knew, this was what she was meant to do, and only she could do it.

"I wish…" She took a deep breath to center herself. She had to get this right, for all of their sakes. "I wish to erase all witches before they are born… All the witches in all the universes both past and future… With my own hands!"

The fabric of time and space itself began to warp and bend, and it twisted until it snapped and shattered. A bright pink light spread throughout existence, and reality began to rearrange itself according to a new law, her law. Her magic seeped into every crack, every pore of the universe, and began to tie it all together once more.

The universe finished rewriting itself, and Madoka turned her attention to her final enemy… herself. Kriemhild Gretchen laughed as she brought the Earth under her influence, only to burn away in the light of Madoka's holy arrow. Despair, no matter how great, could not stand in the way of the embodiment of Hope itself. With this victory, the cruelty of the Puella Magi cycle had been broken at last.

Before her eyes, Madoka could see visions of everything that ever was, might have been, or would be dance, and for the first time she understood. She could see the life of every Puella Magi, their hopes and dreams, their pain and suffering, their beginning and end. Sayaka, Mami, Kyoko...and Homura. Her heart ached when she thought of her Homura,and all that she had been through for the sake of her.

Countless timelines stemmed from Homura's footsteps, and Madoka could see every single one. How many times had Homura cried? How many times had she broken apart? Every time, she would pull herself together, and begin the cycle anew. How could one person hold that much devotion? When Homura had said she wasn't human, she spoke the truth. That depth of emotion, that love, it shouldn't be possible, but Homura had shouldered on her own for so long… Now she could begin to try and repay her for everything, though she knew she never could.

Homura should have been here somewhere… Her powers would hold her out of the timestream and she would be able to remember her in the new world, all Madoka had to do was find her, and then-

She couldn't see her.

This wasn't possible… there was no explanation for what was going on, and what if something had happened to her? Madoka felt panic rise in her heart, her wish was supposed to save everyone, and that included Homura! Her omniscient gaze could find the unburdened Homura of this new world only, but she wasn't… her Homura.

Madoka felt like she might cry, she had just found out who Homura really was, but she… Homura was gone? Even with all of the power this form brought her, she wouldn't be able to ever find her Homura again… It hurt too much to think about.

But then she saw it.

A place of the universe where the fabric was pulled thin, translucent enough for her to see through. On the other side she could see a bundle of timelines, bound together tightly enough to make their own small world.

A world that always began on March 16th and ended on May 1st...and the only thing binding the two realities together was a single pink thread.

Oh Homura...

As Madoka turned away from her once more, and bright light filled her vision, all sound faded away except for the whirring and clinking of gears in Homura's shield.