A/N: Only a few chapters left, guys! We're coming to a close x33 I'm excited for the outcome. Alright guys, enjoy.

Sitting quietly in the kitchen after everyone had gone home, Serah sipped her tea tenderly. The still hot beverage burned her throat a bit but it was soothing, especially after all that had happened. She took a deep breath and hoped that Lightning was okay. She had heard a loud clatter coming from her room a while ago but didn't want to intrude on her sibling's lashing out. She knew how violent Lightning could get when she was so frustrated and it frightened the younger Farron. Her sister was normally calm and cool, but once she became agitated, she could be like a bomb; explode without warning.

The sound of a door opening caused Serah to turn her head towards the hallway. Lightning emerged from the room calmly walking towards the kitchen island. She had something in her hand and she was studying it hard like it was the missing piece to a puzzle. And little did Serah know, it was.

"Hey, Claire," Serah said with a soft smile. Lightning barely mumbled a response. She didn't even look up. Serah looked down at the mug in her hands then back over at her sister. "Would you like me to make you some tea?" Again, no response. The younger pinkette sighed and set her cup down. She noticed that the item Lightning was holding was a picture. "What is that?" She asked as she slid off of the barstool and stood beside her sister.

There was a silence for a few minutes. Serah couldn't believe what she was seeing. She hadn't seen the huntress in months. Not even in pictures. Vanille made her take all of the pictures down when they couldn't find her beloved sister. Serah didn't think there were any other photos of the woman. She had no idea Lightning had one stashed away. That must've been what the ruckus was before. Lightning must have been looking for the photo.

"Serah," Lightning said softly, not taking her eyes off of the photo. "Who is this?" She knew what the answer was going to be. She remembered. She remembered clearly as if she had never forgotten.

"Fang," was Serah's short response. "Vanille's missing sister." Her voice cracked as if she was holding back tears. Lightning glanced towards her and frowned. "We couldn't find her during the search before. You were still comatose when the search was called off."

Lightning nodded. She looked back at the picture and sighed. "I remember her," she told her.

Serah looked at Lightning as if shocked. "Really?" she asked, excitement filling her voice. Lightning had finally remembered her lover. The last thing she had missing from her memories had returned. Lightning nodded. "That's great!"

"I've been having dreams about this woman for such a long time. I would hear her name in the dreams and see her face but I couldn't remember what I had dreamt about when I woke up. Now I know that it was Fang. I even dreamed of the time we first met."

Serah couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face. She wrapped her arms around Lightning in a joyful hug. "I'm so happy for you!" She exclaimed.

But Lightning still seemed distracted. She looked at the photo with such concentration like she was trying to figure something out. The way Fang had acted resembled Ragnarok's behavior in many ways. How she walked was the same. The way she gestured was the same. Her smile and facial expressions were even almost exact. Her personality was spot on. The way she acted towards the pinkette was the same, too. It just didn't make any sense. Maybe Lightning was thinking too much into it. But Ragnarok did show up at about the same time that Fang had disappeared. Lightning remembered hearing the rumors of a beast that dwelled within the woods at the same time she was informed of the Pulsian's disappearance. It didn't mean much to her at the time since she didn't remember Fang, but now it was getting to her.

Upon coming to a realization, Lightning dropped the picture and stood from the wall. Turning towards her sister, she took a deep breath. "Ragnarok is Fang," she told her with certainty.

Serah looked at her with a skeptical glance. "Claire, are you okay?" she asked as she pressed the back of her hand to Lightning's forehead.

Lightning pulled her hand away and scoffed. "I'm fine, Serah." She reassured. "Just listen. You know how Fang was before. She would do anything to keep me safe. That's how Ragnarok was. And Fang knew everything about me. Ragnarok knew my name before I even told her. She knew the little things about me that no one knows."

"Like what?" Serah asked, intrigued with Lightning's observations.

Lightning crossed her arms and sat on the barstool with a sigh. "Well, she put strawberries in my pancaked."

"You don't have to be a genius to know you like strawberries, Claire." Serah said with an exasperated sigh.

Lightning shook her head. "This was when we first met. And she threw the first pancake away, the one that didn't have any strawberries. It was like she had just remembered. And then she showed me the library. She knew that I like to read. And the first night I was there. . ." Lightning's voice grew low and she spoke slower as if not believing her own words. "I fell asleep in a chair and she carried me to the room I was staying in. I was sort of awake. Kind of half asleep I guess. I heard her call me Sunshine."

There was a silence between the two for a while. The only sound that was heard was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Lightning kept her gaze to the ground, afraid that her sister would think her to be insane, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and found the smaller girl with a serious glance.

"You need to go back," she said. "And you need to go quickly. I don't know how much time you'll have."

The look on Lightning's face was replaced by one of confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Serah frowned and her eyes found the floor as she pulled her hand away. "Snow and the others," she began. "They were convinced that Ragnarok—er. . . Fang—had done something terrible to you. They went to find her and try to kill her. . ."

The taller pinkette was already out of the front door as soon as she heard the words. She made her way to the woods, not even bothering to grab her coat before she left. Fang was more important.

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Upon arrival, it had seemed like it was too late. The house was engulfed in flames. Lightning rand up to snow and grabbed his trench coat from behind, pulling him backwards only to uppercut him in the jaw when he was in front of her. "Bastard!" She called. She was about to jump at him again until she felt herself being pulled back by Gadot and Lebreau. Snow stood and rubbed at his jaw.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked shocked.

Lightning struggled against Gadot and Lebreau and tried to lash out at Snow. "You're trying to kill her!" She shouted over the popping flames. "Fang is in there! That's Fang!"

Everyone seemed to stop and look at Lightning. This gave her a chance to break free for their grips had loosened. She sprinted towards the burning building turning a blind eye to the shouts and cries of her name. She leaped onto the windowsill and threw her shoulder into the glass, hitting the ground and rolling to her feet on the inside.

"Fang?!" She called through the smoke as she shielded her eyes. She ducked beneath a fallen pillar and made her way to the living room. "Fang, where are you!?" Her cries became more desperate as the silence filled her ears. She maneuvered her way through the flames and the smoke and ventured upon a burning notebook.

It was the notebook she had used to try and translate Beauty and the Beast to Pulsian. It certainly was a difficult task but it had been worth it. She waved off the miniscule flames and lifted the notebook carefully. A thought rose to Lightning's head and she now knew why she had though so fondly of Ragnarok. She had known there was a familiarity that was calming with the beast. She felt part of Fang within the beast. A part of her remembered Fang all along.

She set the charred notebook back on the ground and continued her search. The air was becoming thin and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her eyes were watering and it was getting harder to see. She coughed as she climbed the stairs towards the library but was stopped when she heard the snapping of a beam above her. She looked up but her vision was clouded by the smoke. Something broke and came crashing to the ground right before the pinkette. A sharp, burning pain ran up her leg as she felt the weight of the beam on top of her right leg. She let out a pained scream and took hold of the beam but quickly pulled her hands away. The heat was too intense.

The pain was almost too much to bear. She took in a deep breath and pressed her hands to the stairs. She had to get free. And if that meant a bit of pain, it was worth it. Lightning readied herself, and on the count of three, she began to pull herself from underneath the beam. She gritted her teeth and let out another cry of pain. The beam dug into her leg as she pulled. She held her breath and pulled harder and harder until finally, her leg was freed. She fell back onto the steps behind her and laid still for a second, panting and catching her breath. But there was no time to waist. She rose to her feet and climbed the rest of the way disregarding the immense pain in her leg.

As she came to the large double doors, she burst through. "Fang!" She called again." There were several books littering the floor. They were burning brightly with different shades of orange and yellow. All of the books, destroyed. Lightning sighed and limped through the room carefully, looking through the different aisles for the beast.

Soon, her eyes found a lump in the ground. It was Fang. Lightning rushed forward and knelt beside her. "Fang," she said as she shook her. No response. "Fang, wake up." Nothing. She was unconscious.

Lightning lifted the beast from the ground, an arm around her waist and a hand holding the other's arm around her shoulder. Carefully, she began carrying her through the burning building, limping and coughing as she went.