In celebration of a new episode tonight, I'm UDPATING! WOOO!

Anyways, yeah this chapter … is a little sad. Okay a lot sad. Either way, I hope ya'll read.

Updated: 07/6/2012

No, I don't own these guys. If I did, would this be on Disney/Teletoon?

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Benny was in his bed, a fever shaking his body. His grandma stood over him, tears in her eyes.

"Oh Benny… I was afraid this would happen."

"That what would happen?" he asked in a breathy whisper.

"Benny… I don't think… Ethan was supposed to die alone."

"What do you … of course," Benny said as he realized what she was getting at. "I was supposed to die too. That's why I had the urge to stop him from getting hit by the car. He couldn't die without me."

"Of course, you only catch on when you're dying," his grandma muttered, shaking her head. He smirked at her and shook his head.

"I've always caught on, it's just more fun bothering you," he said, chuckling. She glared for a minute before sighing.

"What will I do with you gone?"

"Train Jane to be kick-ass at magic," he said simply, and she smiled at him.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispered.

"I'm not dead yet grandma."

"But you are dying."

"Yep," Benny said simply, smiling at her. "I deserve it. Ethan wouldn't be dead if I hadn't treated him so badly."

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As soon as Ethan left Rory's, he was back in the fog, and greeted with the voice of his guide.

"He's dying," she said, sounding almost sad.

"No! He can't be!" Ethan cried out into the fog, voice fainter than usual.

"I'm sorry Ethan. There's nothing you can do. It's too late."

"I'll go to him, a-and make it to where…" his voice died off as he spoke the impossible.

"No Ethan. You cannot see him anymore. What's done is done. I'm sorry."

"No!" he sobbed, but no tears would fall.

"Ethan, he'll be here soon. You're going to have to guide him, make sure he finds his way. He's very powerful. Others will be looking for him as well. You must stay strong, and help him!"

"No one helped me!"

"I did! I'm your guide. And I'll be his too as soon as you make it back to me with him. Now go! He'll be here any minute."

Then, the guide was gone, and Ethan was trapped alone in the fog once again, this time, with a mission.

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Benny knew his time was ending soon. Closing his eyes, he hoped maybe he could die in his sleep. His eyes snapped open as he remembered something though. With a shaking hand, he pulled a small stack of envelopes from under his pillow. Using the last of his strength, he sat them on his nightstand, for his grandma to find.

"Goodbye world. Ethan, I'll be there soon," Benny whispered quietly as the room grew cold. He snuggled down into his blankets and closed his eyes, letting sleep, among other things, claim him.

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Benny's grandma wasn't a crier usually. She usually let things roll off her back and she'd go back to what she was doing.

But this time…

Benny's grandma cried for her grandson. She wept when she found his body. Tears streamed as she saw the letters, each addressed to someone else, a sticky note on top that said, "Grandma, deliver these for me. Thank you and love you, Benny." She cried even harder when she removed the first one and saw it was addressed to her.

Yes, now, she cried.

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Benny woke up to a dark, dense fog. Looking around, he saw shadows lurking around him, almost moving closer it seemed. He then heard voices.

"Benjamin Weir, come here!" one sang out, almost teasingly.

"Benny dear, over here!" another cried joyfully.

The voices soon all mixed together, and he closed his eyes, afraid of what was going to happen as they got louder and closer.

"Benny," one whispered right in his ear. He opened his eyes to see a dark shadow over him.

"W-who are you?" he whispered, and the dark shadow chuckled.

"Your guide. Come with me." He felt himself tugged up and pulled away. As this was happening, he realized the other voices now sounded like they were complaining.

His guide pulled him through the fog fairly quickly, and was soon in a more lighted, still dense fog. The shadow shifted some, and Ethan tumbled out of it.

"Ethan!" Benny cried, grabbing the shorter by the arms and hugging him tightly.

"Benny," he said, a little sadly.

"What's wrong?"

"You're dead. And it's my fault."

"No it's not. I died from some sickness. I wasn't really paying attention when grandma talked about it." He saw a frown settle of Ethan's face, as if it would never leave.

"Hello Ethan, hello Benny," Ethan's guide said, her shadowy figure close behind them.

"Who is that?" Benny asked, a little freaked out.

"My guide. I couldn't "move on" until you… passed away."

"Ah. Okay. So now what?"

"Boys, you are to watch his funeral, then return here, and I shall take you to your personal heaven. Go!" her voice boomed, and soon, both boys were gone.

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Well, this chapter was sad. And short. Sorry about that.

It happens.

Anyway! Hope ya'll liked it.

In Bethan we trust!

-JustMe133