Author's Note: This unintentially became a three part (for the moment) story. Originally, the story was written in one go with line breaks, but I felt it deserved the proper seperation. I hope you'll continue to enjoy this tale.


When she woke, Homura was no longer in her living room. Her couch had been replaced by a soft, white matter, and the creamy yellow light had sharpened into a glimmering, glittering aura that seemed to emanate from the area. Homura shook herself hard, her body lighting up with electricity. The very air crackled around her, shifting and shimming, and with a loud rip, a hole appear in front of her.

And Madoka stepped through, her own age matching Homura's.

Time had done Madoka well. She had developed into adulthood, despite only being a few dozen centimeters taller. Her chest had becoming larger, and her hips had swelled to pressed against her ceremonial robes. Her hair had grown longer, flowing down to her ankles, and her shoulders were squared, ready to shoulder the entire universe on her shoulders. Her eyes seemed deeper and her smile more forced, as if she had seen the entirety of time, and survived it.

And yet when Madoka's eyes met Homura's, the smile evolved to be true, and Homura rose, running towards Madoka's open arms.

They slammed together, cosmic energy crackling as they wrapped themselves around one another. "Madoka!" Homura cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. She nuzzled Homura's shoulder, tears soaking into the white cloth. Madoka chuckled, the sound echoing around Homura as she stroked her hair.

"Hello, Homura," Madoka said, smiling into the top of Homura's head. She kissed the ribbon. "I see you still have the ribbon. I'm so glad!" Madoka said, pulling back. She held Homura at an arm's length. "You're so beautiful now too… not that you weren't before!" Madoka quipped, blushing brightly. She slid her hands down Homura's arms until their hands were intertwined together. "I… I've missed you."

Homura squeezed her hands gently. "How… Why…"

Madoka smiled gently. "I brought you here," she answered. "I… I wanted to see you and so I bent time and space. Just for a little."

Homura's mouth opened a bit and she exhaled. "You… for me?"

Madoka smiled, her eyes clouding over with emotion. "Yes, but… we only have a small amount of time."

Homura tensed. "How… How long?"

"One hour." Madoka's smile tilted down, sadness returning to her features. "And then I have to send you back to your proper iteration. Well, your current iteration, for now at least." She chuckled softly, a mixture of longing and regret, bundled all into a few seconds.

Madoka extended her hand out towards' Homura. "Shall we take this hour together?"

Homura placed her hand into Madoka's once more, and with a tug at her belly, felt herself shift into the cosmos, hand in hand with her love.