It's been fun, guys, but we're done. I'll let you guys go, and catch you at the bottom of the page.
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
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Fifteen years came and went, and Trowa met his fate just as Midii had told him. A car accident, and even though he knew in advance, he never saw it comming.
How does that really old Randy Travis song that Lizzy's always singing go? 'That driver never even saw the stop sign/And eighteen-wheelers can't stop on a dime', is that it?
He was hovering about the wreck in limbo, watching as the paramedics took his body away in an ambulance, lights flashing, siren blaring.
It's no use boys, I'm long gone. He saluted as the ambulance turned the corner. You do good work, but give up on me. I don't want to go back, anyway.
He sighed heavily, thanking God that Midii had told him the day, so he could keep his children and grandchildren out of the way. Little Midii had wanted so badly to go to the movies with him today, and Trowa had been forced to turn her down, as much as it hurt his heart to see her unhappy, he knew it was for her own good.
"Maybe your mother can take you," he suggested, grinning brightly.
The child nodded, her eyes lighting up. "And Daddy too?"
Man, was Liz right. "Child see, child do." She should write a book or something. "Yes, and Daddy too."
"Yay!"
Even now, a faint smile tugged at his ghostly lips at the memory of his oldest grandchild.
Suddenly, two strong arms encircled his waist, and someone pressed a kiss against his temple. "Good morning, Mr. Barton."
Trowa turned to see Midii's gorgeous face. "And good morning to you as well, Mrs. Barton."
"Hmn... You haven't aged a day," she told him with a smile, grabbing his shirt collar, pulling him closer. "You're still the drop dead sexy ex-Gundam pilot I fell in love with."
"What, so I'm ten? I didn't know you were into pedophilia."
Midii gave him a dirty look. Trowa grinned, put a hand to her cheek and kissed her, throughly, completely, absolutely, pouring his heart and soul into the kiss, holding her close. Then he pulled back. "If I had a heart that was beating, I think you'd be close enough to feel it."
"Ah, then now I know I'm close enough," she replied, looping her arms around his neck and smiling sweetly at him.
"So tell me, what's Heaven like?"
"Well, it's been lacking without you," Midii replied. "You see, Heaven is personal to everyone. Cathy and her husband have been kind enough to take me into their Heaven while I've been building my own. My personal Heaven... Is wherever you are. In our house. Just the two of us. With the kids dropping in ever Sunday for lunch, and all of our friends over every Wednesday for... Hell, proably blackjack and poker, knowing you crazy pilots."
"We'll have a while to ourselves before we start with regular Wednesdays and Sundays." He blinked. "Hey, I'm getting kinda used to this whole death thing. You, foresight... I could deal with this."
"Good. Now come on, Mr. Barton. We have a little date in our personal Heaven..."
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"Oh, wow... It's perfect..."
Midii turned and smiled at Trowa, who had stopped at the doorway.
"There's even a crack in the ceiling, from the kid's escapades..." He looked up and pointed. "Amazing..."
"Isn't it? I tried to remember the most I could about the house."
Trowa grinned. "And how much do you remember about the bedroom?"
"Oh, you..." Midii shook a finger at him. "The matress and the ceiling."
Trowa started laughing, then opened his arms. "Come here."
Midii literally jumped in his arms, knocking him back onto the carpet. He rolled over, cradling Midii and catching her in a kiss. She slid her arms up around her neck, pulling him closer. His hands slid down her back, and splayed on her hips. She sighed contently as he pulled back. "Oh... Trowa. I've missed you."
"And I missed you." He leaned forward to kiss her. "And I'm not going anywhere." He stood, Midii still in his arms. "And now come along Mrs. Barton. There's a certain lion that needs to be tamed..."
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Okay, I'm back. Now, lesse... I've been sitting on this one for a few years now, and since I'm leaving for LSU this fall, I decided that this would be my last story for a while... Unless I have way too much free time at college, you never can tell.
But please, review! Tell me what you thought.
* * * * *
Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
* * * * *
Fifteen years came and went, and Trowa met his fate just as Midii had told him. A car accident, and even though he knew in advance, he never saw it comming.
How does that really old Randy Travis song that Lizzy's always singing go? 'That driver never even saw the stop sign/And eighteen-wheelers can't stop on a dime', is that it?
He was hovering about the wreck in limbo, watching as the paramedics took his body away in an ambulance, lights flashing, siren blaring.
It's no use boys, I'm long gone. He saluted as the ambulance turned the corner. You do good work, but give up on me. I don't want to go back, anyway.
He sighed heavily, thanking God that Midii had told him the day, so he could keep his children and grandchildren out of the way. Little Midii had wanted so badly to go to the movies with him today, and Trowa had been forced to turn her down, as much as it hurt his heart to see her unhappy, he knew it was for her own good.
"Maybe your mother can take you," he suggested, grinning brightly.
The child nodded, her eyes lighting up. "And Daddy too?"
Man, was Liz right. "Child see, child do." She should write a book or something. "Yes, and Daddy too."
"Yay!"
Even now, a faint smile tugged at his ghostly lips at the memory of his oldest grandchild.
Suddenly, two strong arms encircled his waist, and someone pressed a kiss against his temple. "Good morning, Mr. Barton."
Trowa turned to see Midii's gorgeous face. "And good morning to you as well, Mrs. Barton."
"Hmn... You haven't aged a day," she told him with a smile, grabbing his shirt collar, pulling him closer. "You're still the drop dead sexy ex-Gundam pilot I fell in love with."
"What, so I'm ten? I didn't know you were into pedophilia."
Midii gave him a dirty look. Trowa grinned, put a hand to her cheek and kissed her, throughly, completely, absolutely, pouring his heart and soul into the kiss, holding her close. Then he pulled back. "If I had a heart that was beating, I think you'd be close enough to feel it."
"Ah, then now I know I'm close enough," she replied, looping her arms around his neck and smiling sweetly at him.
"So tell me, what's Heaven like?"
"Well, it's been lacking without you," Midii replied. "You see, Heaven is personal to everyone. Cathy and her husband have been kind enough to take me into their Heaven while I've been building my own. My personal Heaven... Is wherever you are. In our house. Just the two of us. With the kids dropping in ever Sunday for lunch, and all of our friends over every Wednesday for... Hell, proably blackjack and poker, knowing you crazy pilots."
"We'll have a while to ourselves before we start with regular Wednesdays and Sundays." He blinked. "Hey, I'm getting kinda used to this whole death thing. You, foresight... I could deal with this."
"Good. Now come on, Mr. Barton. We have a little date in our personal Heaven..."
* * * * *
"Oh, wow... It's perfect..."
Midii turned and smiled at Trowa, who had stopped at the doorway.
"There's even a crack in the ceiling, from the kid's escapades..." He looked up and pointed. "Amazing..."
"Isn't it? I tried to remember the most I could about the house."
Trowa grinned. "And how much do you remember about the bedroom?"
"Oh, you..." Midii shook a finger at him. "The matress and the ceiling."
Trowa started laughing, then opened his arms. "Come here."
Midii literally jumped in his arms, knocking him back onto the carpet. He rolled over, cradling Midii and catching her in a kiss. She slid her arms up around her neck, pulling him closer. His hands slid down her back, and splayed on her hips. She sighed contently as he pulled back. "Oh... Trowa. I've missed you."
"And I missed you." He leaned forward to kiss her. "And I'm not going anywhere." He stood, Midii still in his arms. "And now come along Mrs. Barton. There's a certain lion that needs to be tamed..."
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Okay, I'm back. Now, lesse... I've been sitting on this one for a few years now, and since I'm leaving for LSU this fall, I decided that this would be my last story for a while... Unless I have way too much free time at college, you never can tell.
But please, review! Tell me what you thought.