A/N: Hey there, this is the author. I have come to realize that I cannot possibly finish this story. I never had an ending planned and I honestly had not originally planned this story to go on for more than a couple chapters. Still, I made a promise, so I'm going to try and give you some sort of closure.

The whole bit was meant to be something like an experiment to see if I could incorporate weird computer-stuff into the narration and still have it make sense. It worked out pretty well at first even if it was a little too obscure and nerdy and I was just like, oh hey look how nerdy I am lol I know how to Linux.

We left off in the desert if I recall correctly. What little I had planned was for Yuki to ask Kyon to sort of share her cpu load. You know, Pacific Rim style. With that done, she would be primarily in charge of Kyon's body, but the narration would have shifted seamlessly, or at least as close to seamlessly as my skill level would have allowed, between Kyon and Yuki.

The primary villain of the piece was Asakura. I don't remember what her motivation was. She was just evil. I suppose the overmind had noticed a flaw in Yuki's operating system and sent Asakura to correct it because the overmind is a gullible hack. I suppose Asakura intended to kill Yuki and take her body, and nobody would be the wiser after she erased the normies' memories. All the weird gravity stuff happening in Ch. 2 was her doing. It was the result of attempting to summon the big bug things.

There was a second Asakura, and that one was intended to be Haruhi's subconscious taking Asakura's form because... reasons. Haruhi cannot allow herself to become consciously aware of her supernatural powers. I guess. I don't know. That was the Asakura that appeared to Kyon in the acid trip nightmare thing.

I don't recall What I intended to do with Izumi and Mikuru. Cart them off to somewhere harmless I suppose. Izumi was going to have a big damn heroes moment where he rode a big-ass cricket into battle and blew the crap out of Asakura's army while Kyon/Yuki fought Asakura in a war of mind frickery. It was going to be another experimental acid trip sequence I guess.

They would win of course. The power of love and friendship I guess? It was intended to end on a quiet note. Kyon and Yuki speaking to each other, Yuki now returned to her original body and Kyon gently watching over her as she remained quietly recuperating in the clubroom. Kyon would have helped her create subroutines or daemons or whatever to deal with the feelings that she had not been able to eradicate while they shared their minds. I meant it to be rather romantic, but I've found that I have no interest in romance anymore. It's boring. I think that it would have been a super duper cute intimate friendship thing if I wrote it today. What the hell, let's try it. I'm rusty, I haven't seen Haruhi in at least a year, but let's try it.

*ahem*


-Kyon's POV-

I should have been home by now. Honestly, I should have turned around and gone home the moment I walked in the door this morning. I suppose I could say that of every day since I met Haruhi. That's a terrible way to live your life! Have some mercy on me! How can you expect me to cater to your every whim when your weird world puts my body and soul through the wringer all the time!?

Somewhere in the back of my mind, where the lingering link to Nagato still connected me to her, a wall of text and numbers told me that she was coming to. Who even reads this stuff? Well, Nagato apparently. I couldn't remember why it gave her such pleasure. Did she go through her mind and actively rebuild it to act like a human computer? Why would you do that? See, this is the sort of weird thinking that puts you in these situations!

"Hey Nagato," I said. Of course, by now I knew just how enormous she was inside. An alien being that should be beyond all comprehension, full of knowledge and power, and yet human in the most important sense. It was no wonder a being like her was so tripped up by tiny little feelings. I nervously ran his fingers through my hair. "You, uh, hrm. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she answered. Deadpan back in place. Voice flatter than it had ever been. It would have been a relief, but she sure as hell didn't look "fine". A line of errors and failed calls to a kernel or whatever cracking around in the back of my brain like a bunch of five yen coins in a washing machine told me that my instincts were correct. She looked like death, and not the sexy death in a black robe with a neck line dipping all the way to her navel that she would look excellent in. Actually Mikuru would look better in that! Wait, don't judge me for this Nagato! I'm a healthy young man with very real needs!

Still, I could sense she agreed with me.

Her eyes were still bloodshot and dark black circles sat beneath them. Her hair was a mess too, and I could tell she hadn't bothered to regenerate any wounds that wouldn't make Haruhi suspicious. Nagato, what are you, a feral cat? You don't need to hide this stuff from me.

"Nagato," I said, putting on my best scolding voice. I didn't need to, most likely. I felt a psychic whosamawhatsit bounce off me and back to her. I guess she was aware of the connection we still had too.

"I see," she replied. I still don't know what she was replying to, but it sounded like the correct reply for her to make. She slid off the couch she was lying on and fell face-first on the floor. Why do you do these things to yourself, Nagato?

I cringed, but I could tell she wasn't really hurt. I lifted her up bridal style and deposited her back on the couch. I don't know why she thought that she was able to do that yet. I guess she thought she still had my body for a minute. You don't still have my body Nagato. You just don't.

"Yes, I am sorry Kyon. I am me now. You are you." There was that dim tone of voice again. I sighed and leaned over to look her in the eyes. What was there, fear? A flash passed between us.

We didn't want to be alone what if it happened again I'm afraid. Yuki! You know what? Just come home with me. I'll make something up to get my folks to let you stay over! I think we can drag out something for you to sleep on. Let me give home a call and see what they say. Maybe they'll let me stay at your place? I doubt it but you never know! Worst case scenario we sneak you into my room and I sleep on the floor!

She blinked a couple times and closed her eyes for a minute. I felt another burst of incomprehensible alien data gibberish, and then our connection was closed. Had she been keeping it like that on purpose? When she opened her eyes again that liquid helium gleam I was used to was back.

"That is fine," she said. Suddenly she was the Yuki I knew again, or rather the one I didn't know. Mysterious and incomprehensible, yet strangely vulnerable. I could see a human sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there before, though. Despite the deadpan I could tell she was feeling better. There was nothing psychic about it. It was natural; human even. Good girl. "I will sleep on the floor with you."

I knew that was the end of that discussion. I helped her to her feet, and then she pulled me into a horrifically strong embrace. What am I supposed to do with this!?

"Yeah, okay, Yuki."

"Engaging warp in 3... 2..." She stopped counting down and paused as if for some sort of confirmation. Oh God what was warp?! Okay, no, okay. I can take one last risk today for your sake. I put on a brave face and returned her much-too-tight hug.

"Alright," I sighed as she crushed the last of the air out of my lungs. "Number one, make it so."

The next thing I knew, we were home.

the end