Two Versions of Two Scenarios

2-Sydney, 2083

Version 1: Adam's Version

Adam stepped out into the warm summer day in Sydney, Australia, and smiled at his newest and final bride. It was their seventy-fifth anniversary today, and both of them looked like they had never reached a day past twenty five. Adam thoroughly enjoyed finally having Claire with him; having someone who knew what it felt like to live eternally.

As such, he promised a special day for a special occasion, just as she had asked and he was ready to deliver.

He had it all planned out. First, they were on a hover craft with a glass floor, so they could look at the ocean underneath. Then he took her on a helicopter ride, and to the pilot's amazement, they both jumped off and clung to each other as they fell thousands of meters to the crashing waves below. They laughed as they regenerated. And Adam realized that he finally felt whole again.

They went to dinner. Adam commented on being glad they left their lives in America back when they did, or else they might have gotten caught up in trying to save the world, or trying to heal it, or fix it or even change it in the slightest bit, because this, right here, was all a man could ask for.

The most perfect day of Adam's long life fell apart when they left the restaurant and were walking in the park by their house. They turned a corner and were stopped by someone.

A familiar face was staring at him. It was round, with black hair, and brown eyes. It looked at his wife and smiled a familiar goofy grin. Adam's stomach jumped into his throat as all the familiar feelings from over a century and a half ago flared back up: jealousy, anger, a sudden desire for revenge.

Before he could think twice, he had pulled out the knife that he always carried with him and jabbed it into his heart. He coughed a few times, and then fell to the ground. Claire gasped and knelt beside him. It was an understated death, Adam thought, because he believed that this man needed to feel more pain before he died.

But as he fell, he revealed the Japanese man who had been standing behind him. Hiro Nakamura was still a head shorter than him, still had unkempt hair, and still – after everything: after kissing his true love, and after locking him in a coffin – still took his breath away.

Adam watched Hiro as Hiro watched his friend fall to the pavement below. The gaping hole that had been inside his heart since Adam first met Hiro was revealed again. Adam felt the pain of not having Hiro as his own. And for the first time in around three hundred years, Adam felt like crying, because he knew Hiro would never look at him with respect anymore. Hiro would never again idolize him like he did in the seventeenth century. Instead of crying, Adam pursed his lips tightly, and glared at Hiro.

Hiro looked back at Adam, with tears in his eyes.

"You brought this on yourself, carp," Adam said coldly.

Hiro's sad eyes never left Adam's, as he knelt down and touched the dead body. Then he scrunched up his face and disappeared. And Adam finally did cry then, because he knew he would never see Hiro again; he would never get the chance to truly love Hiro and tell him that he loved him.

Version 2: Hiro's Version

"Where the hell are we?" Matt yelled. "Jesus, Hiro, we were just in the nineteen-twenties, and now we're God knows where. Shit, is that a hovercraft?"

"Sorry! I do not know when we are. I do not have full control of my power yet!" Hiro responded, as he looked in wonder at the hovercraft.

They wandered around for a while, because after Matt had found the hovercraft, they saw a 2083 Nissan Versa, and Hiro wanted to look around to see what the future was like. They figured out that they were in Sydney, Australia. Matt found a toy store and bought some space themed toys for his daughter, and Hiro bought an X-Men comic that had been published in 2082. They laughed because their MasterCards still worked, even seventy-six years in the future.

The day was ending, so Hiro was about to suggest trying to return to the present again because he was getting hungry, when Matt turned suddenly, and said he thought he saw Claire. He trailed a couple of paces behind Matt, and looked at the ground because he knew Claire couldn't be alive in the year 2083. When Matt stopped suddenly, he looked up and there was the cheerleader. She looked older than he had last seen her, and he was about to ask her what exactly she was doing here when –

Matt was coughing. He was doubled over. And all of a sudden, he was sprawled on the ground, dead. Hiro was baffled. Who would want to kill Matt? Why was there a knife sticking out of his heart? He felt tears form in his eyes and looked up to see who Matt's murderer was.

He lifted his eyes and looked straight into the eyes of Takezo Kensei. He was wearing a sky blue shirt, and suddenly that feeling he had felt before he left Chicago made sense. He had missed an opportunity to see Kensei.

He felt terrible. One of his friends had just died, and all he could think about was how he felt about Adam Munroe. Then when realization struck him, and he figured out that it had been Adam who had killed Matt, tears started to form in his eyes. He now knew the extent of Adam's hatred. He now knew Adam could never forgive him.

"You brought this on yourself, carp." Adam said coldly.

Hiro knew that he had. And even though Adam was glaring at him, he couldn't look away. He was captivated by his intense blue eyes. He knelt down to check on Matt, to take his body back, but still he couldn't look away.

Hiro felt the tears prickle at the back of his eyes, and knew he had to go back before Adam saw him cry. Hiro closed his eyes to concentrate on bending time and space so he could go back to his time.

When he opened them, Adam wasn't before him, and Hiro let the tears fall. He cried because he would never see Adam again. And he cried because he could never truly love Adam or tell him that he loved him.

Fin