Sorry, sorry. I know I said I'd have this up yesterday, but I got lazy. I wrote a detailed outline yesterday, then didn't want to write it out. I think I'm going to give myself two days to get up a chapters, so I can afford to be lazy :P So next chapter will be up on Thursday.

I think, my detailed notes from the movie, mighta been a be too detailed. So, again, please tell me if I've gotten too close to copying the movie. I don't mean to, but sometimes I can't figure out how to have the same situation without them saying practically the same thing.

And please no haters on the fact that I have skeet shooting at my nursing home. For those who've seen the movie or read the book(i'm assuming it's in the book), Allie plays the piano, so i needed something that Mello was good at and the only thing I could think of was shooting a gun. And, because I've seen shows and stuff with old guys (though not usually 80 year olds) skeet shooting, I thought it was a bare minimum pass as something I could use. Still, I know, nursing homes don't have skeet shooting, so give me a little slack please. :/

Anyways, hope you like the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own anything. [Sorta. I do own Gabriel Stone, Dr. Johnson, Ana, Lily, Rain, and Lawliet(this one is mine, I'll explain at the bottom)]

When Matt was just about to leave Wammy's to go back to his job in London, there was an unlikely turn of events – Roger died of a heart attack. Matt was then legally the owner of Wammy's House.

After arranging the funeral, Matt quickly picked up his things from London, quit his job, and moved into Wammy's. He was sad that Roger had died so quickly, but he couldn't help feeling a bit of hope that maybe Mello would find out about his succession and come back to him.

It was a little chaotic in those first few days after moving in, with Matt having to learn who all the residents were and learn each of their little quirks. He hadn't paid much attention to the other students when he had lived there, so the ones that were still there after five years were as new to him as the ones that had arrived after he'd left. It took a few trials and errors but he quickly got the hang of dealing with all 26 of the little geniuses.

Meanwhile, in London, Mello and Gabe stopped at an upscale shop to buy tuxedo's for their upcoming wedding. They had gotten sized and were in the dressing-rooms.

"So, why are we buying tuxedo's?" Mello inquired as he stripped himself of his leather and started to pull on the rather expensive clothes.

"Why not?" Gabe shot back. "Just because it's a private wedding, doesn't mean we can't at least look good."

"Fair enough, but I hope you know that I'm only wearing this because you asked. I find wearing so much material very bothersome."

Gabe chuckled a little. "I know; but you look so handsome when you're all dressed up." He gestured to Mello, who was now all suited up and looking more prim-and-proper than he ever had in his life. "At least I agreed to no tie."

Mello scowled. "The evil things, resembling the hangman's noose. Never in my life, will I wear one."

"Yes, Mello. I know," he smiled.

They were quiet as they removed the tuxes, deciding that they would take them. They made their way out to the counter.

"I'll pay for these, just wait over there." Gabe pointed to a bench a little ways over.

Mello didn't usually obey orders, but he noticed a newspaper there. Gabe had rushed them out of the hotel that morning so Mello hadn't had the chance to read the days paper. He made his way to the bench and sat down, unfolding the newspaper in front of him and taking a bite out of the chocolate bar he pulled from his pocket.

He skimmed the headlines to find something interesting, but didn't see anything until a small picture caught his eye. It was Wammy's House, and there was a man about his age standing in front of it in a suit. The caption read, 'Matt Jeevas succeeds Wammy's House after the death of Roger Ruvie'.

Matt?

He had almost missed the article because it's boring heading was, 'Orphanage succeeded by past resident after death of owner'. Mello gave a quick read through but his eyes were drawn to the picture again. He studied the man who looked so familiar and yet so different at the same time.

Even though the goggles and the stripped shirt were missing, and there was a cigarette between his lips; Mello knew he was the same Matt he knew all those years ago. He had actually done what Mello said he should do; he had succeeded Wammy's, and Mello couldn't help feeling a desire to go see him, to see how he was doing.

When they got back to the hotel, Mello approached Gabe. He didn't say anything at first, because he wasn't sure how to broach the topic.

Gabe picked up on Mello's hesitance. "What's wrong?"

"I need to leave," he said, blunt as usual.

"Leave?" Gabe asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

Mello looked deep into Gabe's brown eyes. "I just need to go somewhere for a few days. Clear my head."

Gabe watched Mello carefully. "You will be coming back right? You're not getting cold feet are you?"

"No, no." Mello insisted, giving him a quick hug. "I just need to take care of something and then I'll be back. It shouldn't take me more than a few days."

"Okay," He agreed, brushing a kiss across Mello's lips. "Just promise me you're not doing anything dangerous."

Mello grinned. "I can't promise anything." At Gabe's annoyed expression, Mello laughed. "I'm joking, I'll be fine. It's just a friendly visit to Winchester."

"Winchester?" Gabe wondered.

Mello gave a quick nod of his head before grabbing the keys to his motorbike.

Mello stopped just outside the iron gates that guarded the main entrance to Wammy's House. He typed his old access code, into the computer that was built into the side of one wall, and pressed his thumb into the fingerprint scanner. He was pleasantly surprised when he was granted access and the gates opened for him.

He parked his motorbike on the path just outside the front doors, and walked up to ring the doorbell. Mello waited – a little impatiently – listening to the faint sounds of kids from behind the doors.

A minute later, Matt opened the door. He stood there, not believing what he saw.

"Hey," Mello greeted, trying to act casual. "I saw you in the newspaper and I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing."

Matt still didn't say anything, and just stared at Mello.

"Umm, well, are you doing okay?" Mello looked a little annoyed at Matt's silence.

Still nothing. Just the steady rise of smoke from his cigarette.

"Fine," Mello muttered, "It was nice to see you again, but I'll be going." He walked down the stairs and went over to his motorbike.

"Wait!" Matt finally said, his eyes still bewildered by the sight of Mello. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

Mello looked back at him. "Only if there's chocolate."

"You know," Mihael mused. "I like this story, but I have the strange feeling that I've heard it before."

My heart jumped for joy, he was starting to remember again. "Yes, you have."

"More than once?" He had a troubled expression on.

I nodded solemnly.

It was then that the nurse came up to our table. "The doctor would like to see you," she said to me.

Mihael sent his wrinkly glare at her. "But he still hasn't finished the story."

"It's okay," I said soothingly, "we'll get right back to it once I'm done. I won't be long."

I got up from the table and started to walk away when I heard the nurse start talking to Mihael.

"Would you like to try skeet shooting in the field with some of the other men? You love to do it on days like today."

"I do? But I don't know how to shoot," he sounded confused like usual.

"You always hit the disks," she pointed out.

"No kidding."

I chuckled to myself as I walked into the medical room and sat down, taking my shirt off like usual.

Someone I didn't recognize came in in a white lab coat, and shut the door behind him.

"Hello," he said, "My name is Dr. Johnson. I'm a new physician here, and to get to know the residents I've been doing some of the small checkups."

Dr. Johnson opened what I assumed to be my medical file, read it over quickly, then turned to me. "So, you've had two heart attacks in the past 18 months."

"They were both very minor, and I feel A-okay now," I stated as he put his stethoscope in his ears.

He did the standard procedure. I took deep breath as he listened to my heart in four different places, then he wrote something down.

"And, you are still taking your medication, correct?" Dr. Johnson asked.

I nodded. "Every day; when I get up, and when I go to bed."

He scribbled another note. "Perfect."

I put my shirt back on as he took a seat in front of me.

"I've been told that you read to Mr. Keehl," he remarked.

"It helps him remember," I explained. "But you don't agree do you?"

He shook his head.

I clasped my hands in front of me. "Well, he does remember. I read him the book, and he remembers. Not every day, but it happens."

Dr. Johnson sat back and regarded me with caring eyes. "What Mihael has is degenerative. You must know that after a certain point, victims of senile dementia don't come back."

"Yes," I replied, "they've told me that many times."

"It would be bad for you to get your hopes up for him."

I smiled and stood up. "I'm not getting my hopes up, but science only goes so far, then comes God." I paused for a second, listening to the silence. "Damn," I swore, "I forgot to show him how to aim and shoot."

Meanwhile, in the empty field behind the retirement home, Mihael stepped up to the line drawn in the grass. He was hesitant, and held the shotgun uncertainly with two hands. He raised it to his shoulder, and braced himself carefully. Mihael then closed one eye and signaled, waiting for the clay disk. It was released and Mihael shot. The disk shattered into pieces.

"Sounds like someone showed him," Dr. Johnson remarked.

"Nope," I smiled as I walked to the door. "That he's doing from memory."

Matt and Mello sat in a private dining room in the house, away from all the noisy kids.

As they ate, Mello explained everything about the Kira case, Gabe, and his engagement.

"Do you love him?" Matt asked, looking straight into Mello's blue eyes.

"Yes." Matt could see the seriousness in his gaze, and couldn't doubt it.

"So," he started, "you'll go back to marry this business guy, and we can be friends, right?"

Mello smirked. "Yes, we can do that."

They finished the rest of their meal quietly, then Matt asked if he'd like to see their old room.

Mello agreed and they walked down the familiar corridor. Matt unlocked the door with his master key, and they moved inside, closing the door behind them.

"It's exactly the same as when I left," Mello murmured. "It's as if time stopped in here and hasn't moved since that night."

Matt shifted a little uncomfortably. "I haven't been in here since I left either. I guess Roger locked the door so no one would steal our stuff in the event we might come back."

They wandered through the room, looking at the stuff they owned so many years ago. The TV was still set up on Matt's side, with his games and systems stacked messily on the floor. He had left them all when he went to University and just bought new ones, not wanting a connection to the past. Mello's closet still held all of the textbooks, and the portion of clothes that he had left behind.

Matt sat down on his bed and Mello did the same on the bed opposite him.

"It really did happen, didn't it," Mello said, more of a statement than a question. "Six years ago, when we were still kids. We really did love each other."

Matt didn't comment, just gazed at Mello.

He rubbed his left arm unconsciously, removing his eyes from Matt's green ones. "I should go."

The pair went outside and Mello mounted his motorbike, putting the helmet on snugly.

"Can you come back tomorrow?" Matt asked hesitantly. "There's something that I want to show you."

Mello glanced at him before revving the engine. "I can do that." Then he sped off out the open gates.

Matt had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Thinking about how hard on him it would be to lose Mello again, after he'd suddenly stepped back into Matt's life.

"I still don't see how this story is going to end," Mihael complained to me. He had never liked not knowing things.

We sat outside on the front lawn at a table with a number of lawn chairs around it.

"You're children are here," the nurse called.

"Mine?" Mihael asked.

The nurse shook her head, pointing to me. "His."

I glanced at Mihael. "Do you mind?" I gestured from the approaching group to him.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind meeting them," he said. More open than usual.

I stood up from my seat and embraced each of them in turn. They weren't actually my children, but rather a few of the previous or current occupants of Wammy's House.

One at a time, they walked up to Mihael.

"Hello, I'm Mihael," he said to the twins, who were in their thirties.

"I'm Ana," she introduced, shaking his hand.

"And I'm Beyond," he said, repeating the motion.

Then the two youngest, both girls, approached, one ten years old, the other eight.

"I'm Lily," the ten year old smiled.

Mihael gave her a smile back. "A lovely name."

The eight year old rushed up and gave him a hug and said, "I'm Rain."

"And this is Lawliet," I said, gesturing to the male twenty-seven year old who stayed behind the group.

"How do you do," he murmured, a flicker of sadness in his eye that I hoped Mihael wouldn't catch.

"It's nice to meet you," Mihael replied to them all.

For a while, we sat not really saying much of anything. Then Mihael waved the nurse over.

"I think it's about time for my afternoon nap."

I turned to Mihael. "We can continue reading afterwards."

He nodded and got up, waving goodbye to everyone as the nurse led him away.

"He's better today than usual," Beyond remarked.

I settled more into the chair. "Yes, today feels like a good day. A day for a miracle."

Ana looked pleadingly at me. "Matt, please come home; Mello doesn't remember us. You shouldn't have to stay here like this."

Lawliet spoke up then. "We could take turns visiting, so he has someone to talk to each day. But don't put yourself through this anymore."

I knew that they would end up saying something like this, but I just couldn't leave him.

"Mels is my everything," I explained. "I can't leave him; he is my home. Wherever Mello is, I will be."

R&R Please :D

And, to explain the 'Children'. All the names are the fake names that they were given at Wammy's. They called Mail and Mihael by their fake names because that's what they were used to doing.

I named twins Ana and Beyond (A&B). Beyond was named, after Beyond Birthday (it was Mello's idea)

Lily, was named by Linda (who, I'll give you a sneek preview tidbit, does have a small part in this story)

Rain, was just some random name I used cause of all the rain we've been getting here.

and Lawliet, named by Mello, after L Lawliet of course.

If you have anymore questions just ask them in a review. :)