Title: Bubblegum Crisis 2040: The Last Battle

Rating: Explict PG-13... for sexual implications, language, and best of all violence.

Summary: What happend after 2040? I was not at all happy with the lack of conclusion, so this is my idea of what could have happend. Sylia rounds them all up, and alot of romance drama crap happens. If this isn't bad enough they get more drama and angst thrown upon them. Whenever I write a multi-chapter fanfict (which this is my first one in a loooooong time) there's always a sick twist near the end. Bad summary? I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or rights or anything to BGC 2040, don't sue me... not that I really think you'd bother. Blah, blah, blah...

Authors request: Feedback *really* inspires me... so if you give me feedback I'm more likely to finnish this fict, and even write more. AND if you ask really nicely I might draw some Fanart of whatever you think would make a god pic.

Warning: BAD spelling ahead. I'll take this warning out when it's finnaly been revised...


Tokyo was still in ruins, though the city would never stay that way. Only weeks after the great Boomer attack, people from all over Japan had returned to the city to rebuild. Not all was lost. Most of the boomers died after the sky had fallen down upon them in little drops of light. It was only a matter of prying the boomers off and out of most of the buildings. Others were too far gone for this though. The AD Police tower was to be torn down, and completely rebuilt. Sylia was having the same done to her home. In the meanwhile Mackie, Nigel and herself were living in the country home that she had grown up in.

Day by day she could feel herself slipping deeper, and deeper into a never ending pit of depression. She was somehow keeping her calm, and strong composure though. She was greatful to have Mackie back, and safe. He was the only bit of happiness she had to cling onto. Well... and then Nigel. It was a strange relationship. He didn't show emotion. She didn't show emotion. They both knew how the other felt, but it was never spoken of, or acted upon. A silent understanding.
She was sitting in an old oak rocking chair. Her face buried deep with the palms of her hands. The feeling she knew only as self pity engulfing her soul. She held back the tears, and watched as the emotional pain turned into a physical pain. Her head was pounding. She continued to rock lightly holding her now throbing head.

"Sylia..." Mackie said lightly putting a hand on her shoulder. Sylia uprighted herself and smiled at Mackie. He still looked concerned, so she stood up and began to pace.

"Sylia, what is it?" Mackie asked watching her pace nervously.

"I can't help but feel that the others are still alive." Sylia answered. Her head felt like it was about to explode. The pain of every heart beat. Pound, pound, pound. It was killing her.

"I believe they are." Mackie said, "Since you are all connected through the Knight Sabers process, it would only make sense that if they had died- you would feel it."

"Exactly what I was thinking Mackie, they're alive. Somewhere" Sylia nodded. The nod was like a snap. Cracking and popping. She wanted to wince in the horrible pain. She'd felt worse. Much worse. That reassured her enough to keep her composure.

"Do you think they'll return to Tokyo?" Mackie asked, completely oblivious to Sylia's psycho-sumatic headache.

"Maybe. I'm really not sure...." She trailed off. She looked into the kitchen and saw a bottle of rum out on the counter. She could feel her entire body sigh with relief. "Could you excuse me, Mackie?"

"Um... sure Sylia." Mackie looked around, "I need to be helping Nigel out in the garage anyway-"

"Thank you Mackie" Sylia slipped into the kitchen.

One glass down. Head still pounding. Two glasses down. Almost feels worse. Three. Four. Not helping. Taking the bottle and glass into the bathroom she sifted through the medicine cabinet. Nothing helpful. A packet of ancient razors, some shaving cream, so allergy medicine and a packet of bandaids. She slammed the mirror back into place. There she was stareing back at herself. Her silvery light blue hair pulled back nicely as always. She was wearing a designer suit. Her eyes calm and beautiful. She looked nothing like what she felt.

The mirror glimmered. She lipped out the words 'It's all your fault'. She sneered at the mirror. Again she lipped at her self 'All your fucking fault'.
"No..." She whimpered. Looking down at the sink. There was her rum. She threw her head back and took a huge gulp. Better. Looking back at the mirror. She was glareing coldly at herself. "What do you want from me!" She screamed at the mirror. The she whispered rasply "All the lives of all the innocent people you killed. You killed them all. You let her out. You killed them. She was made from you. She was you, and You killed them all."
She doubled up and feel to the floor crying. She finnished off the bottle of rum and pulled herself back up useing the sink.She looked at her tear streaked reflection.
"You don't FUCKING deserve to LIVE you fucking MURDERER!" She punched the mirror. The glass shattered all over the sink and the floor. Her hand was bleeding. She threw the rum bottle at the bathroom wall. It shattered as well. She leaned on the sink for support in her sobs. The sound of running threw the house, and Mackie yelling her name made her look up. She Choked back the tears for a moment.

"SYLIA!" Mackie yelled through the door, "Are you okay? Sylia"

"I'm fine , just dropped a glass." She said with incredible expertise in hiding her pain.

"Oh, alright. If you need anything-"

"I'll be out in a little while, Mackie. Thank you." She sounded stern, and a little annoyed. So he nodded at the door and walked away. When she was sure that he was gone she looked around the dark bathroom. Glass shattered everywhere. Her fist was gashed up pretty badly. She turned on the water and held the wound under it until the blood stopped rushing. She cleaned up the glass and looked at the broken mirror. There was no way to hide that. She turned and walked out of the room casually. In her bed room she wrapped a small piece of cloth around her fist. It hid the wound nicely and looked decorative in the meantime. She smirked to herself realizing the headache was gone.

"I'm sure glad that it wasn't a derserted island, aren't you" Linna laughed at Nene looking back at her from the helecopter window.

"Yeah... though I think it'd be worse for me." Nene nodded.

"Why do you say that Nene?" Linna peered at her curiously.

Nene put a hand behind her head, sweatdropped and replied "There wouldn't be any boys on the island"
Linna looked confused for a moment, then with the relization of the implications blushed and grumbled "I don't see how that's worse..."

Nene giggled, "You're so wierd."

Linna went back to watching the ocean waters outside through the small window. They were on thier way back to Japan finnaly. They had landed on a small bahamahs island. They were taken to the U.S. and held there for days. Once they were proven to be who they said they were, they were shipped back to thier country. Of course Tokyo was not a very good place to live right now, so they'd have to go elsewhere for the time being. When they landed Linna took a bus to her parents house. Nene re-grouped with waiting AD police in a small town outside of Tokyo. They promised to keep in touch via e-mail.

Nene checked into the Motel. She recognized almost everyone there, at least all the AD Police. The regular cops were the ones she didn't know. She was just about to head to her room when a familiar male voice stopped her.

"Now how did you young ladies pull this off?" He said in his normal Leon tone.

"With incredible brains and brawn, of course. Much better than you could ever dream of doing Leon-poo"

He growled. "Don't call me that."

"So what is it that you really want?" Nene rolled her eyes.

"Well, If you're back... then... uh..." He stuttered over his words.

"If you're asking me about Priss. I don't know. She..." Nene trailed off

Leon grabbed her and shook her "She what? She's okay? She made it...Right Nene. Priss made it."

Nene stuggled free "I told you- I don't know. She stayed behind... I don't think she did. I'm sorry Leon." Nene could feel her eyes burning. Poor Priss. She ran to her room and slammed the door. First thing she did upon entering the room was sit down at the computer. She began a search for Priss. If anything like what happened to her and Linna happened to Priss-there's be record of it.

Linna paused outside of her parents house. She truely hated it there. She knocked. Her parents had very surprised faces when they saw her. Then there was the hugging, the exchange of the I missed you's, was so worried about you's and love you's. They made dinner fot her right away. It was delicsious, but with dinner comes conversations.

"So are you staying home now? Maybe taking a nice suitor, and becaome a wife?" Her father asked.
Linna sighed. She poked at the food and thought about Priss. She was lost between Priss being alive or being dead. She knew she couldn't possibly be dead though. She just knew it. And as long as Priss was still alive, Priss had Linna's heart. "No, dad."

"Why not? There's no longer a job for you in the city." He pushed.

"Because it's not what I want." She stood up. His glare made her sit back down and start eating in silence.

After dinner she went to her room. She began to compose an e-mail to Nene.

Dear Nene,

How is the AD Police doing? I read that it looks like you'll be back in buisness, and probably paid more too. That's great. Have you heard from Sylia yet? Do you think there will be Knight Sabers again? Can't wait till we are all back together again. Let me know how it's going over there.

Love,
Linna

She didn't even have time to get up before she got a "Nene Mesage"

Nene spoke into the screen "They're all here. Leon, Daily, they're here. Leon harrassed me about Priss already. I told him that she probably wasn't comming back. I haven't heard from Sylia yet, but I sent Mackie a Nene Message. I hope he's okay now. I'm sure Sylia will be rounding us up again son. After all she has to pay us big time for that last job. Hehe. Well hope it's going okay for you out in the country."

Linna sighed. She knew she couldn't stay out here and be happy. She had to find Priss, or at least confirm her.... death.

Priss walked through the wrecked city. She sang to herself the whole way, she sang of loss, and recovery through love. In the dessesert she had found a small city. A young rich man had loved her voice and offered her some clothes. When she told him she needed to get back to Tokyo, to her surprise the man offered her a ride. A personal delevery back to Tokyo. Now she was there, and almost to her run down trailor. Standing out side of it she studied it. Almost just how she had left it. No use for the boomers to touch it. Closest thing to a boomer in it was her refrigerator. It had been turned into a boomer, but so what? She flopped down on her bed. She closed her nice. Boy was in nice to be back on a bed.

She wondered where Leon was, and what he was doing. She smiled to herself. It's not like she wouldn't see him again. She couldn't keep that guy away from her if she wanted to. He'd find her. She hummed a melody. She needed to write. She pulled out some sheets and began writting some new tunes.

Hours had passed. It was nearly impossible for her to see her own writting anymore, so what else to do than sleep? She took off the clothes she was wearing and tossed on an extreamly large shirt she had for sleeping in. She eased herself into her bed, and into a peaceful sleep.

A knock on her door started her out of bed. She didn't know how late it was. She couldn't see a damn thing. She russeled over to the door and said "Who's there?"

"It's me Priss" Linna's voice said on the other side of the door. Priss opened it. She was greeted by a flashlight and a huge hug. "I was so worried about you!"

Priss stood there and took the attention for a moment the pushed Linna off.

"We didn't know if you made it... How did you make it? Oh I'm so glad you're here!" Linna continued.

Priss watched the flaslight move around in Linna's excitement. This was rather amusing, even though it was the middle of the night. "I guess I'm just a survivor" She shrugged in a monotone response.

"How did you destroy her? We saw the explosion..." Linna kept on asking questions.

"I'm not to sure. My battery died, I thought I was dead. Moto saved me. It was like she just gave up." Priss answer siting donw on her bed again.

"What do you mean?" Linna sat down beside her.

"Like I said, I'm not sure" Priss sighed. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I had to try and find you..." Linna said.

"Heh"

"You're my best friend... an I..."

"Linna, don't." Priss said simply.

"Don't what?"

"Don't finnish that thought, okay?"

"Why?"

Priss sighed again. She was glad she couldn't see Linna's face. She knew that Linna had that silly crush on her, but it was better left unsaid. If Linna confronted her on it she'd have to react.

"You just don't want to hear that I care about you. If you think you could just disapear Priss, you can't. There are people who care about." Linna scolded Priss' lack of response. Priss still didn't answer this. She found when talking with Linna, sometimes it was easier just not to answer. Linna stayed silent for a long moment. She clicked off her flashlight. Priss' smirked to herself. She fell asleep dreaming about Leon comming to find her... and who showed up at her door. Her knight in shinning green armor. She almost wanted to laugh at her pun, but that would break the silence. She was just about to lay down when Linna spoke up.

"In case anything like that ever happens again Priss..."

"Hmmm?" Priss leaned back as orginally planned.

"I have to say this so I don't forever regret it. I'm... I'm in love with you."

Damn it. She had to say, didn't she? Now what? Priss found herself not responding at all. It was back to the silence. She wondered what kind of cute face Linna's was contorted into, waiting for Priss to say something. Anything. Again, she wanted to laugh.

"What time is it?" Priss asked with no acknowledgemnt to the confession.

"It's late. Or early. Somewhere between two and three" Linna answered.

"Hmmm" Priss grunted, "Well then, if we're finnished I'm going back to bed."

"Oh." Linna said, obviously confused and disapointed, "I guess I'll be going."

"Where?" Priss scoffed playfully.

"I ah... don't know. Back to my parents I suppose" Linna sounded depressed.

"Nah." Priss smacked Linna on the arm waving her hand then patting the small messy bed next to her, "You're gonna stay here. No funny business though"

"Hey, what do you think I am?" Linna glared in Priss' direction.

Priss though for a second before deciding whether or not to answer this one.

"A friend who's in love with me? You wouldn't believe the things that friends that are in love with you will try to do." This time she kinda chuckled at her joke.

"Priss..." Linna layed down next to her. "Please don't tease me... I've never... felt like this before."

"Alright Linna." Priss shrugged, "Goodnight"

"No goodnight kiss?" Linna grinned.

"Now who's joking around?"

"Who said I was joking?"

"Dream on." Priss rolled over and curled into her pillow.