A.N. YAY!!! IT'S CHRISTMAS!!! I'M FUCKING EXCITED!!!
Ah, that feels good, getting that out of my system. I'm sleepy.
But anyways.
mydracomalfoyyou're my favourite now, because you reviewed Lost Unity. Happy Whatever-You-Celebrate!!!
Neral IdazmiIt's a great song, You should download it or get the CD, which is entirely awesome as well. Hey, I'd make a good advertiser! Thanks for reviewing, it makes me so happy, you have no idea. Actually it's kinda sad how happy it makes me. LOL
MikhyelI feel really bad for Severus too. I almost cried when I reread the first chapter. Pathetic much? J
Bluebird161221; Yea, I've always thought he would prolly have an unexpected hobby like painting or some thing artsy. It just seems obvious to me, like Severus and Remus being together, even if in the 3rd movie their not sexy, because their supposed to be, because why else would she focus on how he walks so much if everyone wasn't always looking at his ass, eh? Eh? EH?! I love Allan Rickman, but Sev is supposed to be around 35, not old like him, although he has a super sexy walk, doesn't he? I'll shut up now.
MoroTheWolfGodThanks for reviewing but this is the last chapter. That makes me happy and sad. But oh well, what you gonna do? Not a sequel, I can tell you that much. LOL! Do you like sandwiches? I do. I'm eating one right now. It's yumtacular. Not craptacular, that's for sure. Mmmm, ham.
Bubba; I'm going to fucking kill you. You reviewed Stay a Little LongerIn the Bleak Midwinter and MY story on MY FUCKING ACCOUNT. Now it looks like I'm some retard, reviewing my own story, and I can't remove it. We're fighting.
Emu: Here's the thing with me: I don't take criticism unless its interlaced with complements. That's what I mean by "bluntness". And I'm serious, it can be painful on the receiving end. Unfortunately I don't have enough time on my hands to research werewolves to put correctness into my stories. Besides, I like a little drama, and you can't do that properly if someone's gonna die from a breakup. Trust me, there is little more I'd like to do than spend the rest of my life researching mythology and mythological creatures, but between school, karate, work, and all that other shit, everybody's lucky I post at all. I'm especially sorry if I offend you at anytime during this response, but I have the fucking flu on fucking Christmas and was up fucking puking last night. So, Samourai swords or not, I feel like bitching. But then at the beginning I said, "Based on Finger 11's song 'Thousand Mile Wish'. See where I got the title? Original, eh?" God I feel like shit.
CC; If you kept reading sorry for being a bitch, but like I said, artists privilege. Wow, my hands are cold. Matches the current temperature of my heart. OMG, even when I'm sick I'm funny! And don't mind rgFaNaTiC, she's my sister and terribly protective of anyone she's related to, and there's the least bit chance of their pride being hurt.
But anyways, here's the last chapter, I hope you guys like it. Ignore mistakes please, it's taken me almost two hours to type this out, and my beta is gone at the moment. Ah, sickness!
Oh, and it's the last time I get to say this: WHY DOESN'T ANYONE REVIEW LOST UNITY?! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY, CAUSE YOU'RE SUCCEEDING! MYDRACOMALFOY IS MY FAVOURITE!!!
Ah, memories.
Bye bye now.
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Thousand Mile Wish
Chapter 4
As Remus slowly regained consciousness the next morning, he felt the pain of new bites and scratches burning deeply into his skin.. He was dizzy- probably from blood-loss, he realized as he studied the wounds and dried over bites along his torso. What he wouldn't give for a pot of Severus' healing cream right now.
Eventually he stood and crossed over to the door. He gave the password and it swung open, revealing his abandoned clothes (he took them off so as not to rip them) and, to his shock, a pot of healing cream. He sniffed quickly. Yes, Severus had been here. The Potions Master had a very distinctive sent and Remus could smell it even more so at the moment. He put some of the cream on the worst wounds, and dressed, moving as quickly as he could.
As soon as he opened the door at the top of the stairs, his nose was assaulted by the scent of frying bacon and pancakes. His mouth watered as he looked around. No Severus. He went over to the cupboard to get glasses and plates, then utensils, and set the table. He waited. The bacon flipped itself.
Finally Severus entered from the backyard. He glanced at Remus, who smiled faintly, but said nothing. He got the plates of pancakes and bacon, and a bowl of beans, all of which he'd coked himself. Remus had learned that Severus was as Particular about his cooking area as he was his lab or studio.
They served themselves silently, passing plates to each other without a single glance. Remus ate ravagely, starved after the transformation. Severus barely had a bite or two, simply pushing his food around nervously.
When Remus finished he insisted on cleaning up. Severus went back out on the porch to wait. Remus went as fast as possible, throwing out the left overs and leaving the plates and bowl in the sink to soak. He nervously adjusted his shirt to make sure severus wouldn't see how particularly bad it was this month. His eyes strayed around the room and stopped on his desk. He frowned, trying to figure out what was different. He shrugged it off and went outside.
They sat on the porch for a long time, each trying to figure out what to say. Just as Remus was about to thank Severus for breakfast, Severus blurted, "I got your letter."
"What letter?" Remus asked without thinking.
Severus turned to him, looking slightly confused and a little sad. "The one you sent with Potter's owl. The Snowy one."
Remus stared at him. Suddenly it clicked. The change on his desk- the page he'd written was gone and there was an extra letter. "Hedwig," he muttered, not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He kept his eyes down, not looking at Severus.
"Is it true?" Severus asked.
Remus nodded. "Everything. Every word." Slowly he looked up at Severus, who was staring ahead, his elbows on his knees.
As Remus watched him, he leaned his forehead on his palms. "I still can't figure out why," he said quietly, the unspoken question as loud between them as if they were shouting. Did I do something wrong?
Remus winced, remembering that first night. He'd ignored every thought about Severus and just gone with it, going home with Chuck. He didn't know why either- he'd felt guilty and sick about it since that night. Chuck wasn't even that attractive, or fit, or polite, or very good in some unmentionable areas. He was nothing compared to Severus.
And he'd questioned himself constantly. If he really loved Severus, why would he mess around behind his back?
But he knew he loved the Potions Master; as odd as it sounded, it was true, Remus knew it with all his heart. How could he not? Once he'd let go of the past, Severus had proved himself a very loyal and loving mate(1), trusting and trustworthy, even if he didn't often vocalize his emotions.
Remus sighed, feeling his throat start to constrict. He swallowed thickly and said, "There's nothing you did that I didn't like or appreciate, severus. I honestly have no idea why. I love you and I love being with you. I want nothing more than to go back in time and tell him to get lost, that I had the best person I could ask for waiting for me."
Severus listened silently. Remus knew he was hurt, as hurt as he'd ever been, but prayed in his mind that that he could forgive him. They sat in silence for several minutes, the quiet communicating as much as any words could.
Severus' mind was just as busy as the silence. As Remus made his quiet prayers, Severus calculated. He weighed the pros and cons. He judged the situation. He considered different alternatives. He listened to first his mind, which said leave and don't look back, and then to his heart, which was screaming to forgive and forget, begging to hold Remus again. Ultimately, in every war there is a victor.
"Had?" he asked, looking at Remus with a raised eyebrow.
Remus' head snapped up and Severus couldn't help but smile slightly at his expression. They stood and went to each other, clinging tightly. They held on for a long time that day, and for a long time afterward.
The End
(1) Yea, it said mate. I don't want them to be like stuck together through some freaky deaky bond thing, but he is a werewolf, so he just considers who he's with a mate. If you have a problem with that, think about this: Do you really want to mess with a female with the flu and PMSat Christmas who is on little to no sleep because of throwing up? No, I didn't think so. Artists fucking privilege.