Okay, now back to the story. …And slight warning, there may be a bit fluff-

Fangs: Hold it RIGHT THERE!

Me: What?

Fangs: There is no way we're getting any fluff in this story! Not happening!

Me: Why? I thought you liked tender moments.

Fangs: Yeah, but every time you write a fluff-chapter, you always make it about me, Fangface, and Pugs! Or have you forgotten those moments in Swapping Lives, Family Traits, and Missing In Fiction Part One?

Me: o_o …Wow, didn't think you had that long a memory. Well, Fangs, I hate to break it to you, but you and Puggsy aren't having any fluff-moments in this story (truth is I couldn't come up with any)

Fangs: Oh. Really? Okay… so who's it gonna be, then?

Me: I dunno. I'm still trying to decide who should be the fluff-targets-

Fangs: Can I write it then? I've got a great idea! Please please please PLEASE?

Me: Okay, but we'd better get on with it. This author's note has taken up half the page already.

Fangs: Yes! (grabs laptop, an evil smirk on his face) Revenge!

Me: O.O …What have I done?

Reviewer Thanks

Scoobycool9: Nah, Darkarai won't be showing up in this story (thank God). Plus, we're dealing with enough villains as it is :P

Tracker78, Storm, and Hunter: Tracker's right, she-wolves. You'd better watch your backs! …Glad you enjoyed the chapter, though ^-^

Disclaimer: Like I've said before, I only own my OC, and this computer in which I write my stories on. That's it.

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Everyone sat in the Goof household in silence. It had been three hours since they found Max and FF2 unconscious, with no trace of their attacker. Vincent, Tracker, Eric, Fangpuss, Jackie, and Edwin decided to stay behind to not only try to find a clue on who harmed their friends, but also to wait up for Astrid and Allen.

Max had regained consciousness after the first half-hour, telling everyone about how he and FF2 found a photograph of the co-author's parents, only to end up being attacked by a cloaked figure. "I couldn't tell who they were, but I noticed they had the number 10 on their cape," Max was telling them, holding an ice-pack on their head. "And they somehow managed to steal Allen's twin key-blades… though they were a lot more powerful than I thought they were."

"How so?" Alan asked.

"Well, one of them shot lightening for one thing. I was struck and blacked out after that… Where's FF2? He's alright, isn't he?"

"He's still out," Biff answered. "It's weird though… when we found him, no one was there, but we found this little case right next to him," he held up a silver, rectangular case. "We couldn't open it, though."

"What do you suppose it is?" Analessa asked.

"Maybe it's a bomb!" Rusty gasped. Crim yelped and ducked for cover, and his human half laughed. "Gotcha."

"(grr) Not funny," Crim sneered.

"I think I've seen that case somewhere before…" Goofy said, rubbing his chin, and he passed by several photos on the wall… a large one that happened to be of FF2 holding that same case! "It looks really familiar… hmm… Gawrsh, I can't remember."

"Dad!" Alan and Max both exclaimed, pointing at the photo.

Goofy looked. "Oh, now I remember! It was a birthday gift of his when he was five! *hyuck*"

"So, why is it suddenly here?" Kasandra asked.

"I guess we won't know until FF2 wakes up. He's probably the only one who knows how to open it." Kim guessed with a shrug.

"Unless Silver knows, too." Kitefang pointed out.

"Hey, where IS Silver?" Storm asked, looking around and noticing her cousin was absent.

"Yeah, and WG and Stalker aren't here, either." Brody noticed next.

"They decided to keep an eye on FF2," Fangs said, sitting at his laptop. "Just to make sure nothing bad happens to him,"

"Should we go get them?" Gin asked.

Kiff shook his head. "Nah, let them stand guard," he said, watching Fangs type. "He probably wouldn't want to wake up alone, anyway."

The others nodded, then decided to continue the conversation in the kitchen. Kiff looked at Fangs, smirking, then walked on.

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It was quiet in the room, as FF2 rested on Max's bed. Stalker sat at the end, her bright yellow eyes keeping on him, like a cat watching a mouse hole in hopes that she'd catch her prey… though the she-wolf wasn't in a hunting mood, but in a defensive one, keeping an eye on him to make sure he was alright, remaining motionless and not shifting her gaze, in hopes that he would wake soon.

Silver and WG sat by the window, looking out at the rising moon, knowing that if they stepped close to the bed Stalker would snap, the she-wolf so protective of their friend that she wouldn't even let her own human-half near him just yet. The werewolf glanced at the authoress, knowing that she had been absolutely silent around him, ever since they split from their cartoon counterparts. When he first came back, he was expecting her or Stalker to tackle him in a hug… yet they were both stone-still.

"WG?" he whispered, nudging her with his elbow.

"Yeah?" she replied, hardly looking at him.

"Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet,"

"Well, yeah. If I wasn't Stalker would probably bite my head off-"

"Shh!" Stalker hissed, proving WG's point.

She lowered her voice. "See what I mean?"

"I'm talking about ever since we got our memories back, though. We haven't really spoken to each other much, (grr) and I know you probably have a lot to say," Silver replied, quietly.

WG shrugged. "A lot has happened over the past couple weeks. What would I have to say?"

Silver sneered. "How about, 'I'm glad you're alive, I've missed you'?"

Her eyes widened a bit, and her bottom lip trembled a bit, so she turned her gaze away.

The werewolf arched an eyebrow. "You DID miss me… didn't you?"

"More than anything," Stalker replied, startling Silver, though she kept her gaze on FF2. "We thought you were gone forever… and it was really hard for us." she rubbed a wristband on her left wrist. "It made us show a side we thought we never had,"

Silver looked at WG, noticing she, too, had a band on her right wrist. "What happened?"

Silence.

"Stalk… what happened?"

"Have WG tell you… she was hurt more than I was," Stalker answered firmly, and said nothing more after that.

Silver turned back to WG. "Wherever Girl…?" he put a hand on her shoulder. "What happened? Please tell me,"

WG sighed. "So much… we lost a lot of friends, and I wanted to get away for a while, but no matter where I went, sorrow followed me." she replied, quietly. "Ricky's death was basically the last straw… and to add more injury to it, I was the one who gave him a ticket to Heaven." she sighed. "I didn't want to do it, but I didn't want him to suffer, either… then that night, I had a dream that he visited me, telling me he wasn't ready to die. …No one's ever ready to die, no matter how much they want to."

His eyes widened. "Luna… what did you do?"

She kept her eyes shut, trying to force back tears. "I couldn't handle it anymore… So much was going wrong and I wanted to… but I didn't. I didn't want to make it seem like you died in vain protecting me,"

"Which would be nice if you didn't do it again," Stalker commented. "Trust me, it's not exactly as romantic as girls would think it would be."

"I wanted to keep you safe…" Silver began to say.

"Yeah, but you over-did it. The impact nearly killed us… if you didn't stop us from doing something stupid."

"I stopped you?"

"In a way… yes." WG replied. "We thought about taking the coward's way out of life…"

"Despite how much our dignity made us refrain," Stalker added.

"We almost did it, too… but then I thought about that one day… the day before the last day we were together…"

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~The Day Before The Last Day They Were Together~

Jennifer slapped WG across the face… and that's when Silver stepped in, snarling. Jennifer's daughter cried in her playpen and she grabbed her, running out of the room. "If you ever hurt her again, I'll maul you in front of your own child! (snarl)" Silver shouted at her, standing over WG.

"You keep away from me and my child!" Jennifer snapped, glowering at her sister. "BOTH of you, stay out of our lives!" With that, she ran out the door.

WG rubbed the side of her face, and Silver knelt beside her. "Geez, take your niece to see your friends ONE TIME…" she sneered, then looked at Silver. "You didn't have to step in, you know."

"I wanted to. I knew something was wrong, and I had to come," Silver answered, putting an arm around her. "Knowing what kind of a bitch your sister can be, I knew you'd need back-up. It's a good thing I came, too," he caressed the side of her face that had been slapped. "I just wish I made it before you got hurt,"

WG sighed, shaking her head. "Well, you won't have to worry now. Jen's gone, and I just lost my babysitting job… and a chance to watch Kynley grow up."

"Don't worry, you'll see her again, (grr) Jennifer can't keep you away forever, and she'll realize how much her daughter loves you AND how much she needs you," he helped her to her feet, and they opened a portal back to the toon-world.

"By the way, Silver, how did you know where to find me? You didn't know where my sister lived,"

He shrugged. "I only knew I was needed somewhere, and followed my instinct. Don't ask me how, I just knew… like I have some sort of radar in my brain or something (grr). Like I said before, I knew something was wrong, and I wanted to find you and help you,"

WG nodded. "You don't have to help me ALL the time. It's not like I'm a damsel in distress or anything,"

"I know… but I want to. I want to make sure you're always protected and nothing happens to you… like what almost happened when we fought Finneas." he looked at her, a serious look on his face. "I thought I had lost someone I loved again… and I never want that to happen to you. (grr) If something happened to you…"

She hugged him. "Nothing will, Silver. Even if you're not around, I'll look after myself… I don't want you to go through any of that ever again."

He hugged her back, tightly. "Just be careful,"

"I will,"

~End of Flashback~

"I didn't want to break that promise," WG answered, tears running down her face. "That memory was the one thing that made my common sense kick back in and stop me… but it kept getting harder, living without you. I could hardly sleep at night, barely ate… it was weeks before I could move on."

"…Let alone eat something before we both starved to death," Stalker added.

She turned and hugged Silver tightly. "I really missed you… I can't believe you're actually alive…"

Silver hugged her back. "I've missed you too…" he said, feeling her tremble. "You don't have to cry anymore,"

"I'm just scared that it'll all be a dream… that I'll wake up as Roxxy again, inside a group home,"

"…meaning we'd probably have to kiss Pugs again, yech!" Stalker muttered, shuddering.

"It's not a dream, don't worry." Silver said, giving her a gently squeeze. "I'm here, and so is FF2... And we're not going anywhere,"

Silence fell, and after a few minutes Stalker took her eyes FF2 for a moment to look over, seeing that their other-halves had fallen asleep in each other's arms. If I wasn't so happy to see them back together, I'd probably vomit, she thought, then looked back at FF2, just in time to see him open his eyes. "Hey, look who finally decided to join the living," she said quietly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "We thought you were a goner for a second there,"

"Ugh, my head… Stalker, what happened? Where is everyone?" FF2 asked, sitting up.

"Downstairs, c'mon… but be quiet," she nodded toward WG and Silver.

FF2 cocked his head at the sight, then shook his head, lying back down. "I feel nauseas."

"Better get some more rest, then. I'll tell the others you finally woke up," With that, she walked out of the room.

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Fangs shut his laptop, sighing. "Nice job on the fluff," a voice said behind him, making him gasp.

He turned around, seeing Edwin, Vincent, Tracker, Jackie, Eric, Fangpuss, Astrid and Allen were behind him, Astrid being the one who spoke. "Guys! …How long have you been standing there?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"Just a couple minutes. Where are the others?" Jackie asked.

"They're in the kitchen, why?"

"Well, for one thing, we've found our missing piece for the gauntlet," Edwin said.

Allen then held up the cell phone. "Anyone ready for some action?" he asked, smirking.

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Fangs: So, how was that?

Me: Eh. Not bad. Nice choice on characters, it actually fit well.

Fangs: Ooh, good. I almost thought I'd mess up, like I did with the Roxxy-and-Puggsy fluff scene… oops.

Me: So that was YOU! (chases after Fangs) Get back here, Fangsworth! I'm gonna pummel you into the next sequel!

Fangs: You started it! YIPE! (dodges as WG swings an ax) Help! My co-author has gone off the deep end again!

Tracker: (sigh) …Please review.

FF2: Don't flame. (runs after Fangs and WG) Why does every fluff-moment have to end so violently?