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Changes Sequel – III. War + Epilogue – Epilogue Part 12

At some point in the future…

Hidden by the shadows a man with startling green eyes and black hair watched how a group of four left the club on the opposite side of the street. They were laughing. The girl with the long black hair, mocha-colored skin and blue eyes was linking arms with the blond-haired and blue-eyed adolescent to her left. He knew that her skin color was actually ink-blue and her eyes yellow, a trait she had inherited from her father and grand-mother. But he hadn't come for them. His interest were in the man, who looked exactly like him and who was currently slightly leaning towards the handsome young adult to his right. Only very attentive eyes would have noticed the brief brush of hands and the knowing glances they exchanged. Green eyes met chocolate-brown ones and while the skin was a shade darker in mocha now, also he actually possessed ink-blue skin that changed between both colors depending on the light.

The man watched how they walked down the streets, past the illuminated and colorful windows. He knew their aim was the black SUV a few blocks further down the street, knew that it was his twin's turn to drive and he also knew that their lives would change completely before they were even four blocks down the road. His eyes darted aside as his companion shifted his position while leaning against the wall to his right. He needed silence, wanted to concentrate on what would happen, even though he could cite every single second of it. Sticking to the shadows, he began to follow them, constantly watching from the opposite side of the street, knew that his companion was following him silently. Block 1, they would pass the small pizza place that was still open and the blond would suggest grabbing a bite before they would head home. His twin and handsome friend waved off, knowing that the blond only said it to be able to have some alone time with the black-haired girl. So they would agree to meet at the car. Block 2, they would walk past it, laughing, smiling and making plans for the next day all the while their hands or shoulders kept on brushing against each other accidentally. Between block 2 and 3 the handsome, darker-skinned man would check his surroundings, making sure no one was close by before he would pull the green-eyed young man into the alley to steal a quick kiss and cop a feel. They would exchange sweet nothings before they would leave the alley to head for the car again. Reaching block 3, with only 1 more block to go, the green-eyed man would search his pockets for the car keys, completely oblivious to his companion bumping into another man, who sported a FOH sign on his jacket, and who would continue his way up the street after a murderous glare at the mocha-skinned man. It wouldn't be before his friend whispered his name that his twin would turn around with a smile that would quickly change into a horrified look, as he would see the blood gushing out of the stab wound. His twin would drop the car keys and jump forward to catch the fall of his collapsing friend, who would be dead before he had even hit the ground. He knew the man had severed the abdominal aorta with one smooth hit and that his twin, who was clutching his dead friend to his chest, begging him to open his eyes, was in too much agony to realize that he would soon wreak havoc on his surroundings by unleashing his powers accidentally. His twin sighed as he watched exactly all of this happening in this order, knew it was foolish to hope that something would be different this time, but woke up from his dream the moment his twin let out a gut-wrenching cry and the wave of destruction followed soon afterwards.

"How many more times do you want to see this? Why are you doing this to yourself?!" his companion asked and stepped out of the shadows, his mid-length black hair hanging wild into his handsome face, while amber eyes looked at him questioningly.

He looked at him, his eyes tracing the high cheekbones, snub nose and large amber eyes, once more surprised how little they had in common except for the same shape of mouth that they had inherited from their father. "Crazy, huh…?" he asked sadly and his eyes returned once more to his twin, who was refusing to let go of his friend, even though the blond and the black-haired girl were trying to force him to.

"Yes! It is crazy," his brother replied and shook his head. "Why don't you simply change it, Jamie? Why come back here and watch the same thing happening over and over again?! To what purpose?!"

"I can't change it and you know it, Jake…," Jamie replied sadly, his eyes fixed on his twin.

"You can…"

"No, I can't!" he insisted and turned to look at him. "Your nephew will never be born…"

Jake sighed and shook his head before he looked at the scene too. "You're so full of shit…"

"Well, thank you," Jamie snapped.

"No, you are!" his brother insisted. "You could save him and still have your son. Did that thought ever occur to you?"

Jamie huffed. "I can't…"

"Why not?" Jake interrupted him. "Why? Go and explain it to them! He will understand!"

"And what if he won't? I know I wouldn't," Jamie insisted and reached out to support himself against the wall, feeling the pull as Jake took them back.

"It's for you to decide, brother, but I certainly won't take you back there so that you can be miserable!" he snapped as they were standing in front of the mansion in their present time again. "You can either go on and see him die over and over again, be miserable for the rest of your life, which, if I may remind you, will be a very, very long one," Jake went on with a hard look on his face. "Or you finally grow some balls and try to change time! Screw your whole rules about alternating timelines shit. I certainly have enough!" With that he turned and stalked over to the mansion, leaving Jamie to stand in the garden.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face, then looked up at the sky and the stars. "Help me out here…," he whispered and waited for a reply that wouldn't come. Sighing, he ran a hand over his face and walked slowly back over to the mansion. He entered through the back door and went straight to his room where he let himself fall on his bed next to the window. His eyes stared at the bluish walls, his head resting on his folded hands while he thought about what he had seen. The pressure in his chest soon became unbearable and he sat up with a sigh, his green eyes staring at the dark garden. What should he do? He kept on pondering and always came to the same conclusion: he couldn't have one without losing the other… Jamie's eyes fell on his Sony mobile to his right and, without thinking about it long, he took it and dialed the familiar number. It didn't take long for someone to answer.

"Hey."

"Hey, are you home?" Jamie asked, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Yes. Is something up?" He sounded worried.

"No, I just…" Jamie sighed. "I need to talk to you…"

"Alright. I'm here." A click announced the disconnection and Jamie also put the phone away. He then proceeded to concentrate on the place he wanted to be at, his eyes and body glowing before he suddenly found himself standing in front of a tall glass building, an apartment complex in Québec that he was too familiar with. He made his way over and pushed the familiar button on the panel to his right. It only took a moment before he was buzzed in and could head for the elevator. After reaching the 35th floor, he stepped out of it and found himself standing in the familiar living room with its wooden floor, that had a huge TV on the white wall to his right and an interior that looked worth its money. Despite all of this it had always looked cozy to him.

"That was fast," a silky and smooth voice addressed him to his left and Jamie turned, returning the smile he was receiving of his eldest brother, who was dressed in low-hanging blue jeans, a simple white shirt that hugged his body tight and was barefoot. Daken hugged him and looked him over. "So, what's the matter?" he asked and beckoned him to sit down on the white lounge across from the TV. While Jamie sat down, Daken poured them some soda and joined him, his chocolate-brown eyes on him. As soon as his younger brother had entered the apartment he had taken notice of the upset state he was in. It was easy for him to guess why. "Tommy," he said matter-of-factly and received a nod. "You went to watch him die again." Again a statement without a question.

Jamie scoffed. "Did Jake call you?"

"No, you're easy to read, that's all," Daken replied and put his drink on the glass table, then leant back. "Why are you doing this to yourself? It's been three years…"

Jamie stared at the glass in his hand first before he put it away and got up to walk over to the large window. The usually so breathtaking view over Québec's skyline did nothing for him right now. He didn't care. Green eyes simply stared into the darkness of the night without seeing anything for real. Jamie didn't realize he had been staring before he felt someone touching his shoulder. He startled and turned around, his vision blurry.

Daken sighed and pulled him into a hug, allowing his younger brother to cry on his shoulder. He looked up briefly as the front door was opened and closed, then waited a moment before the younger man had calmed down enough to listen to him. "If you suffer so much, why don't you just go back and warn him?" he demanded to know and let go of Jamie, who wiped his eyes and heaved a deep breath. "Tell him what will happen, tell him what else is at stake."

"I can't. He wouldn't understand…," Jamie sighed and ran both hands through his ebony hair.

"How do you know he wouldn't understand?" Jean-Paul asked and handed him a stronger drink asked, startling Jamie, who hadn't heard or noticed the speedster coming through the front door. "Did you ask him? No. You don't need to sleep with her in order to make sure your son will be born. Go back, warn them, tell them what will happen and let them also know what happened afterwards!"

Daken nodded. "He's right. There are other ways to ensure that your son will be born. Trust me, he will understand!"

Jamie sighed and downed his drink, feeling the burn of it down his throat while he stared out of the window once more. Would he understand? What if he wouldn't? There was simply too much at stake for him. "What would you do in my situation?" he asked Daken with a nod at Jean-Paul. "If it was him?"

Daken exchanged a look with his husband. "Then I'd go and warn him. There is no point in being miserable forever, if you can change it!"

"I agree," the speedster nodded and reached out to put his hand on Jamie's shoulder. "I already called the mansion. You can stay here for tonight."
"Thank you…," Jamie said and gave him a small smile. "Will it be okay with your kids?"

"Don't worry about them," Daken waved off. "Kaz is still at college and won't come home before the next holidays. Lin is staying over at a friend's house and Shinji always sleeps like a log."

"Wonder who he got this from…," Jean-Paul muttered and grinned as he received a look before he set off to prepare the guest room. Soon afterwards they went to bed and the speedster and feral were not surprised to find a single piece of paper on the guest bed that had two quickly scribbled words on it: Thank you!

Back at the mansion, Jake was still deeply asleep as someone touched his shoulder and began to shake him awake. He growled and turned around, burying his face in his pillow, but the annoying shaking wouldn't stop. He cursed and opened his eyes slowly. "What?!" he grunted and groaned as he realized who it was. "My answer is NO!"

"Just this one last time!" Jamie begged.

"NO!" Jake insisted and got up, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Please, Jake!"

"I told you no, Jamie. I'm not going to bring you back again." His eyes narrowed as his younger brother came closer and took his hands into his. He couldn't recall a single time that Jamie had looked so desperate.

"One. Last. Time!" Jamie repeated and held Jake's gaze until the man groaned and finally agreed. He got dressed and faced Jamie again, holding his hands as he teleported them back through time. He hated that alley they ended up in. He had lost count by now how often they had landed here, how often he had stood aside and watched his brother watching himself. He hated seeing him being hurt and miserable. So he took his usual place again and leant back against the cold brick wall, watched how the door to the club opened and the group stepped out of it, laughing and joyful. He knew how this would end, knew that this wouldn't be the last time as Jamie had promised. He watched Jamie's younger version, TJ, Tommy and Alex for a brief moment. Shaking his head, he looked up at the dark sky and its stars, wondered if there was anything he could do to break this awful cycle. As something moved to his left he looked quickly aside and frowned as Jamie suddenly crossed the street and headed over to the group. He let go of the wall and walked over to the curb, watching his brother talking to his younger self. The shocked looks of the group would have been worth a picture, if the situation hadn't been so serious. After a couple of minutes Jamie jogged back over to him and nodded. "Thank you. I'm done here."

"Wanna tell me what changed your mind all of a sudden?" Jake asked, but Jamie only smiled as he took his hand and was pulled back to their time. He soon found himself standing in Jake's room again, his heart bursting in his chest.

"If you faint, I won't catch you! Now get out. I need my beauty sleep," Jake mocked and shoved him out of the door and into the living room.

Heaving a deep breath, Jamie went over to his room and opened the door. He slipped into the dark room, his eyes immediately darting to the small bed at the far left of the room. His heart leaped as he spotted the 2 year old in it, sleeping peacefully with his favorite teddy in his arm. Jamie tucked him back and looked at him lovingly before he turned and stopped dead in the tracks, his heart racing horribly. His eyes never left the sleeping figure in his bed as he walked slowly over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Was he asleep? Had he fainted and was in fact lying on the floor in Jake's room? Or was his mind simply playing a mean trick on him? Carefully, he reached out and touched the black hair, shocked to feel the texture underneath his fingertips. A chocked cry escaped him and he tried to stifle it, his hands covering his mouth quickly. After he got rid of his shoes and jacket he lay down, his arms immediately pulling his companion close as he cuddled up to him and inhaled his scent.

"'s everything alright…?" Tommy mumbled and Jamie uttered a chocked, happy laugh.

"Everything's alright now."

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