Beyond the Shattered Glass

For what's right, for what's right, for what's right: Yep. I have yet ANOTHER new song. Hero by Superchick. That song kicks butt. Anywho. I'ma write. Thank Nikoru (Author of Photographic Memories, which kicks the SNOT out of my fics) for writing her latest chapter, which gave me the oomf to write this. Also love Elisha and Allison, my bestest friends in the whole big wide world, 'cause they encouraged me and stuff...

WARNING: BEYOND FLUFFY CHAPTER!!!

Beyond the Shattered Glass: File 10

Megan's head swam, and every inch hurt. It was dark, too. Very, very dark, but there was a pinprick of light at the end of a long tunnel. She rubbed her head, looking around. She was back to her normal body, and in a simple, white cotton dress...like a nightgown. She blinked blearily, confused and dazed. "What happened?" she murmured to herself, looking around.

"You died." said a loud voice, and from the darkness, a boy emerged. He had sandy hair, silvery eyes, and the face of an angel

"Where...what...?"

"You died," he repeated, kicking back, hanging there as if suspended by invisible thread. " You were in a fire, Rachel Kudo." He yawned, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're at the crossroads right now."

"Kudo? My last name is Moore." she corrected.

"Ah. But you wish it was Kudo, do you not?" he said quietly, raising a brow. She blushed furiously, folding her arms tightly over her chest.

"Who are you?"

"The angel of Death," he said quietly. With a quiet wave of his hand, he produced a live stream. Rachel gasped lightly. Jimmy..he was in an ambulance!!! And next to him...he was holding the hand of a little girl. The doctors were rushing around, trying to revive her. The astral Rachel leaned in for a closer look, and realized that the little girl was her. It was true. She was dead. She whimpered quietly. It's a very curious thing, finding yourself dead. It's very surreal and numbing. Rachel didn't know what to do, but then something wrenched her very heart. Jimmy was crying. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and every so often, he'd open his eyes to glance at the little girl next to him.

"Jimmy," she whispered quietly, tears rimming her spiritual eyes. He raised a brow.

"Now, Miss Moore, if I'm not mistaken, YOU do not have an aura. You need an aura to go to heaven or hell." She glanced down at herself, noticing small blue sparks dancing off of her, before nodding dumbly. "Do you wish to go back?"

"More than anything!" she cried. "I want to...to see dad and mom! And Jimmy! I want to tell Jimmy that I love him!" The angel stared quietly for a moment, before waving his hand serenely.

"I'll let you off the hook. This time." he said with a smile and a wink...

"CLEAR!" yelled a doctor, before giving her a sharp electric shock to the chest. The child's small body jumped into the air, her heart kicking back into life. They promptly put a breathing mask over her face, watching each shaky breath the girl took. Jimmy let out a sob of relief, squeezing her hand gently.

Jimmy was in the hospital for two days, Megan for a week and a half, before she was allowed home on a strict bed rest order and on a oxygen pump. She was still out of it for about a week, awake for ten minutes of the day, tops, and had a feeding tube. It was sad, but soon, she was taken off of that, awake for nearly 4 hours and eating on her own. They put her back into her real body soon enough.

It was a nippy day in early November when Rachel awoke, batting her blue eyes, squinting against the light. She yawned loudly, stretching lightly. It was lovely to have that stupid tube out of her nose. She was GLAD she could breath alright on her own. Jimmy, who had been at her bedside for the past twelve hours, jumped awake at her motion. He blinked, staring at her for a moment. She smiled softly. That smile that seemed to etch itself deep into his very soul, warming him from every nerve. And...she looked so angelic. Her dark locks were splayed around her face gently, shining in the sunlight pouring in through a window. He smiled back, his own blue optics scanning over her for a moment.

"Morning, sleepyhead." he commented with a slight, sleepy grin. Something that sounded like a weak giggle came from Rachel's throat, and she continued smile right back. He looked at her for another moment, before his gaze softened. It's now or never... Last shot at love, Jimmy Kudo. You may never see her again... He stood up, gulping and facing the window, gathering all the courage he could find.

"Rachel. I have something for you. I should have given it to you a long time ago, and I meant to give it to you when I saw you again that morning at the park." This sparked her interest, and she propped herself up a bit further.

"What is it?" she asked softly, a playful smile on her lips. He heaved a huge sigh. God was he nervous. He turned to face her, leaning towards her slightly, meeting his eyes with hers.

"This." he whispered, before pressing his lips firmly against hers. Rachel's eyes got wide, her heart pounding. What was happening!? Was that JIMMY?! What should she do? Was she supposed to slap him? No... she liked it. Was she supposed to wrap her arms around him?! She spent so much time worrying about what to do, that he pulled away, splashes of red staining his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Rache. Dunno what came over me and--" Rachel sat up fully, placing one finger on his lips gently with a smile.

"Shh." she whispered back, as if she was about to tell him a secret, before wrapping her bandaged arms around his neck, kissing him. It was his turn to be stunned, but he regained composure faster than Rachel had, and proceeded to wrap HIS arms around Rachel. They stayed like that for a good twenty seconds, before breaking their kiss, staring deeply at each other, saying everything silently. Rachel's eyes fluttered, and she sunk back onto her pillows with a soft smile.

Jimmy first sat on the bed, before carefully stretching out beside her, pulling her into a protective, loving embrace. And that's how they fell asleep. Wrapped safely in the other's arms.

Richard and Eri walked down the hall to check on their daughter, and Richard's mouth flew open at what he saw, but Eri's hand was faster than his voice.

"Richard. She isn't little anymore. And quite frankly, can you think of anyone better for her?!" she hissed.

"But...!" he whispered after she removed her hand.

"Doesn't it sound awfully familiar? A bright young martial arts star meets a budding detective?"

Richard blushed profusely, looking to his feet, before noticing the ring on Eri's hand. "You're still wearing our wedding ring, Eri." he said softly.

"I know." she replied. "I never stopped loving you, Richard."

"I never stopped loving you either, Eri." With that, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her. She kissed back...

Six years later...

A man gingerly opened the door to a small house, creeping in. On the couch facing the door, layed a young woman. She'd clearly fallen asleep waiting for someone. Dark, chocolate brown locks lay splayed around her face, and on the mantle there were two Olympic medals along with various certificates, plaques, and trophies. He smiled, placing a duffel bag down quietly, walking over and carefully picking her up. Her stunningly blue eyes flittered open, and she smiled a soft smile at him.

"You're late." she murmured, burying her face into his chest.

"What can I say." he said, just as softly. "If I came home on time every night, you'd have nothing to look foward to after ten." She just laughed lightly. On the floor below lay two children, obviously twins. One little girl with dark hair, fair features, and a sweet face. Next to her lay a little boy with messy hair and scrapes all over him.

"How're Conan and Megan?" the man asked quietly.

"Peachy. Conan solved the mystery of a stolen grade book at school today, and Megan is going to be in a tournament next Saturday." you could SEE the man puff out with pride.

"Excellent." he murmured, placing his head on top of hers. "Excellent." he repeated again softly. He paused abruptly. "There's one thing I'll have to ask Conan about in the morning. Wake me before he leaves for school."

"Hmm?"

"Woman. The one mystery I could never solve." he said with a smirk.

The woman smiled quietly. "That's one thing, no matter how many times it's explained, you will never understand, Jimmy Kudo."

FAREWELL: I hope you all LOVEEEEDDDD it. I added that last bit in as a sort of extra, on account of you all gave me over 100 reviews on this one! YAY!! Now, while I will NOT be making a sequel to this ( maybe a oneshot of the wedding, but noooo sequels), I AM thinking of a prequel. No direct connections to Last Shot at Love, but It would have some foreshadowing in it for this series. The only hint you get? The title is probably going to be Memories of Days Gone Past. No promises though. I am also thinking of writing an Inuyasha fic which would be called Never and Forever, and replacing my current Past Hogwarts fic, Never Say Never, with a better fic. Luff ya'll! Review, send slobbery kisses via email or AIM to me...oh! And I still have that picture, folks. I worked fairly hard on it, and it is in semi-realism. ASK ABOUT IT!!! Mmk.

Thank you all very, very much for giving me the confidence to write this in reviewing. I love ALL my reviewers now, and you've all helped me really grow as a writer. I truly mean thanks, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you all SO much.

LUFF YEW ALLLLLL!

-Bunny