I mentioned starting to get into the story again…well I am…last chapter came really easily, don't know how good it was, but it came, and that's the way it normally works for me, with the exception of writers block and boredom of a story, both were affecting me, now it's simply writer's block so, it should be better. It'll be awfully annoying though, cause I'll wan to write it, know what to write…but I just WON'T BE ABLE TO! Which really pisses me off. Anyway, so you know my quota for this fic was I wanted to have as many reviews I did chapters, so my quota's filled and a bit more so…yea…I need to post.

This should be a long chap all, and a huge deal, Kid will be returned!

Hope this isn't hard to follow. My computer screwed up with the damn lines…sorry

Give The World

Chapter 16: The World Isn't Mine To Give

Monsters literally flooded from beyond the open passageway. Serge mumbled a curse. Even if Harle had tricked him, Kid could still be here. Serge swung out his swallow, it fell perfectly into action, as he nimbly slashed out at all the hideous creatures daring to go against him. Besides his other companions would probably be there as well, and still was the promise he'd made to Harle. He couldn't just leave anyway, something's in his life he'd simply found necessary, and anything to do with Lynx automatically fell into that category, there was no questioning, there was just a do. It was a standard survival step, or possibly even the worst coarse of action a chrono trigger could attempt, whatever, he had to…

I'd give the world to have it back…

He could see the pain etched across her bruised face, as she sat chained to a wall, bleeding and bruised, torn and worn. In a dark, musty, damp cell. All alone…Serge would do something. All the miss-leading visions and he'd had enough. Enough…

Blood creeped up the walls like vines, it was everywhere, rolling down Serge's muscular arms mockingly. The crimson was everywhere, the world painted red, dying the floor red in great puddles. It found it's way out from within his pale lips, though Serge refused to cough it up, that'd be giving in, in an odd sense. He wouldn't except defeat, even as his shirt further transformed from it's normal black, to something much more sinister, his clothes were on the verge of soaking through, and it wasn't just his blood, though the majority wasn't in his favor. Serge's breathing was ragged, mostly due to wounds layered upon his chest. All memory of how long he'd endured the endless battles had been lost to Serge; all was just a blur of cutting through hoards of creatures obviously unreal to his own world, some probably concocted by Lynx himself. Ever so often Serge recognized one as a shadow cat, but the comforting sight was rare.

The grim determination had deeply embedded itself into Serge's worn heart, he'd suffered too much, he'd known such a greater pain, the wounds didn't hinder him, and he wouldn't die…too much to live for…he'd adapted so much to all the pain he could almost make himself numb.

A particular nasty monster set out the task of taking Serge out on it's own while Serge was working on a rather large group of scaly monsters to his right. Serge lashed out at a gangly thing, he presumed it somewhat of a mutated and enlarged salamander on two-legs, before a horrendous force sent him crashing down to the cold ground, scraping his elbows, however the least of his worries. Serge winced as he stood, slightly doubling over. A large set of scratches ran down his back. Serge starred up at the owner of the claws that'd committed the crime, ducked a hit, and ran his swallow though it, causing it to shriek, but quickly regain itself. A few smaller beasts latched onto him, causing him to fall backwards slightly, trying to shake them off. His breathes were coming harder and harder every second.

Lynx stood, eyes gleaming in a small room, the highest point of Fort Dragonia, eyes cold with a sort of sinister warmth.

"You too would be better off dead." Lynx told the harlequin behind him. Harle closed her eyes, pushing back the tears brimming over her mascara, she highly agreed. "But you are better off mine." Lynx's catlike hands shifting with malicious anticipation before he continued, "Besides, it's his own fault, he could of come with me and lived."

"He'll still live." Harle told herself beneath her breath.

"Do you honestly believe that?" Lynx questioned. "I know he can survive a lot, but truly, he'd have to be immortal."

"Let them all go." Harle whispered fearfully, trying to ease the subject to matters easier for her to handle.

"As soon as I've seen proof of his ended life. Then we shall continue forth with our plans." Lynx explained, a sparkle in his eyes that made Harle fear even more. "Don't worry I will let them free, their lives for his. Serge shall die tonight." Lynx smirked. "I won't have him destroying any more of my plans." Harle let her eyes fall shut. She only blamed herself.

Serge heard a few more thuds behind him, evidence of a few more beasts lost to his weapon. Serge felt dizzy, his world spinning out of all proportions in front of him. He could feel the ground slipping away from him beneath his very feet. Unconsciousness took over.

…I just realized something

Serge was lying on cold floors, watching as Lynx disguised as him stabbed Kid. Watched and couldn't do a thing as she fell to the ground, her necklace making a jiggle as it hit the ground. Watch as Kid went pale, absolutely white, like some kind of ghost. Watch as Kid's breath stopped. He couldn't save her. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.

Everything was gone

You must understand Serge.

Everything was wrong!

Kid lay in a bed, covered by those blinding white sheets, in Doc's hospital, waiting for Serge to return with the Hydra humor. Though he never did. He couldn't go out in get it, like he did in the past. He failed. Couldn't save Kid.

Serge felt the pain creep up on him unexpectedly

Not Serge anymore. To tell you the truth I kind of miss him

Why?

Serge felt the pain searing through him, could feel the warm blood trickling across his skin

Just started bleeding

"I'm gonna kick you're sorry arses so hard ya'll kiss da moons!"

Failure wasn't an option…

"Just, don't' get yourself killed, okay?"

Dreaming?…dreaming?…dreaming?…dreaming?…

Kid stood atop a cliff, towering over the rocky surface beneath…making it seem small and shadowed…hair blowing feely in the breeze…a perfect example of a smirk planted on her child-like face.

Kid stood on Opassa Beach, staring off into the ocean, rolling in and out, as it had for eternities…her ponytail softly swinging back and forth…the wind playing with it endlessly…Kid turned and softened her cerulean eyes as they focused on Serge…without words reassuring him that everything was going to be okay in the end…

Nothing was okay in the end…

Remembrance of how happy he used to be, how nice it felt only made him hurt more because now it was gone.

"Betrayal is a horrible thing…""Be sure it does not happen to you…"

-Ya never change, eh, mate…-

Gray hues

Don't believe in everything you see. It may not be reality. You may just be dreaming…

His reflection…it couldn't be him…There was no serenity in his eyes…no rolling ocean in them to be lost in, no humorous smirk…it wasn't him…it wasn't what he remembered.

"Don't go tryin no funny stuff, just cause I'm cute n'all."

Kid was gone

Kid was gone

Kid was gone

Everything was gone

Serge slowly stood, making his way to the teleporter, he coudln't give up, the memmories. Serge slashed through a few more monster, despite his worsening condition.

Serge welcomed the familiar sensation of being sucked through the floor as he teleported upwards. Slowly Serge pushed open the once deaded doors, memories flashing silently before him; suddenly the pain slipped away, hot anger and remorse filling him instead. The door creaked slightly before swinging open, the rooms occupants all looked, anticipating a brave valiant handsome knight to enter, a hero…a bright,bravedetermined face, they simply expected Serge.

Serge entered, the shadows hiding him momentarily, then, when they slipped past, he wasn't a valiant knight anymore, not a completely handsome hero, his eyes held bags of purple beneath them, his hair was disheveled, clothes bloodied, and his eyes portrayed such bitter pain, it shocked them, Harle and Lynx both. They'd expected Serge, the Chrono Trigger, the one who kept everyone going, always with a smile, even when they knew they'd long lost him, it suddenly seemed so wrong, and as far fetched as it may seem, even Lynx felt a temporary pang of guilt for the crimes he'd done to cause this…the world was not to be like this…

Serge winced slightly, the pain and blood loss shooting to his brain, he almost collapsed, but he didn't…

He never collapsed…he was…the…chrono trigger…

More importantly, he was Serge…but Serge was lost…

Lynx stood stunned at the raggedly breathing Serge, he couldn't still be alive.

Serge stood strait, even though he felt his legs buckle in protest. Serge slowly made his way forward, hoping to maintain dignity, he wouldn't fall…not anymore. He wouldn't fail, not anymore, he wouldn't lose…not anymore.

"Serge…" Lynx couldn't find proper words to release what he needed to say, to fix the fact Serge hadn't died, he took a moment, one more moment, lost to the silence. "Come-come with me." Lynx took a step forward. "The villains get what they want, I've told you. You can get what you want too,simplyhelp me." Lynx smiled. "I give you one last chance." Serge dropped his swallow, practically throwing it aside, Lynx could see the furry in his eyes, the pain, everything, it was exploding out of him, it'd been building up for way too long...

"You're dead." Was all Serge needed to say, punching Lynx, who fell to the ground from the impact, Serge didn't need his weapon, and it surprised Lynx, that Serge, had enough strength to battle on…maybe he was immortal…maybe he was more.

"You wouldn't kill family, would you?" Lynx stuttered, for the first time in his life he was afraid, maybe ashamed. But his sort of evil wasn't persuaded easily, death would be the only remedy.

"What would you do?" Serge asked so coldly, so bluntly, it made Harle shiver. Lynx stood, wiping away blood.

"I can give you anything you desire, if you only help me, come with me." Lynx smirked once again, regaining his confidence. "I can give you it all back? Didn't you say you'd give the world to have it all back?" Lynx smirked, thinking he'd won. Serge smirked as well.

"Yea, I'd give the world…" Lynx sighed quietly in relief, "but," Lynx halted immediately as Serge continued. "The world is not mine to give." And for a moment his voice lightened, everything left them, and there was Serge, and this time he didn't go away so quickly. The determination in his cobalt eyes, and he let a cute half-smile escape him. Lynx suddenly felt unsure of himself.

"It doesn't matter, I have the key, all I need!" Lynx took a few steps back. "I'm the new fate." Lynx then chose to disappear. Serge stayed silent, absolutely still, it'd all be okay in the end…okay, huh, what a nice word...

The doors swung open again behind Serge, Harle's eyes hurriedly focused on the movement, Serge however, remained perfectly still.

"SERGE!" A voice yelled. "Are you alright, it was a bloodbath out there." Serge was silent.

"I told you not to get help Fargo." Serge chuckled slightly, ignoring the pain. He no longer felt it.

"I changed me mind, seeing this place creeped me out, and I worried." Fargo explained.

"I'm fine, go find everyone else, they must be locked up around her somewhere." Serge closed his eyes as he dismissed them, they argued but eventually cooperated, they hadn't yet learned the seriousness of his wounds. Harle remained only. One tear slipped from Serge's eyes before he opened them once again, turning to Harle. "I kept my promise. You're safe now." Serge stated, making his way to her. "I believe you have something to help me with." Harle sighed. No matter what path she chose she'd lose him…but at least he wasn't lost to all.

"Zis way…" Harle began walking away, Serge close behind. There was a deep silence as Harle showed Serge a spiraling staircase on one of the lower levels he'd never seen before. "So ze world is not yours Chrono Trigger?" Harle questioned, breaking the silence.

"No, it's all of ours." Serge answered. "And I'd already given my own little world."

"Your heart?" Harle offered, and Serge nodded in reply.

"My heart." Serge repeated in agreement beneath his breath.

"Moi haz given her heart as well…" Harle smiled painfully. "Zere iz only one thing moi wishes for." Harle sighed. "But zat is something she shan't get." Harle knew Serge would of said something like: "you can get anything you want if you set your mind to it," would of said that is, if he hadn't known what her one wish was, and hadn't known she wouldn't get it…for fact. Harle sighed. Harle also knew Serge was looking for words to make it all better, heal her, like he once might of, maybe he was just rusty, or maybe it was impossible to fix it, for he didn't get a chance to say anything. "This iz ze room." Harle tossed a set of keys to Serge, pointing out the proper door. Damn it, she wouldn't cry…she promised herself that much, she'd keep her dignity at least. Serge was still looking to fix it, she could almost see pity in his eyes…then he hugged her, and she felt her heart brake, because he was only doing it because he knew how much he was hurting her, he knew that was the only thing she'd ever get, because of pity maybe, but what hurt the most was the fact that this was really all she'd ever have, and that knowledge hurt horribly. Tears streamed down her face, even if she didn't want them to.

"Thank you." Serge whispered, Harle smiled, maybe all she'd ever have was enough…with that Serge was gone, rushing off to his precious Kid, off to save the day again. Like aty the orphanedge and with the Hydra humor. Harle let more tears trail down her face, smearing her mascarabefore she disappeared, Serge could find his way back, and it'd hurt too much to witness such a reunion.

Serge let the door fall open, out of his hands, seeing a tattered and bruised, worn and torn Kid sitting, chained to the wall behind her. Serge slowly walked to her, unlocking the handcuffs, thoroughly unpleased by the red marks they'd left. Kid stirred quietly. Serge told her that he'd never let anything happen to her again, no noe would ever, ever hurt her again, he'd always save her. Hepicked her up in his arms, and there she fell asleep, only halfway back to the S.S. Invincible.

Serge commanded they automatically leave for Guldove once entering the ship, ignoring the odd glancing everyone was giving to Kid and himself. He told them in such a Serge tone, they actually listened, without argue, besides, one of the dumbest things you could do was pick a fight with Serge when Kid was involved.

Serge took Kid to a bed downstairs, laying her down, doing his best to fix her wounds as best he could before they got to Guldove, and Doc, his simply bleed on, it didn't matter anymore.

Okay, so NEXT CHAP SOON. Sigh, now I just have to edit this…REVIEW…I hope this wasn't too hard to follow. Anyway in like the next chap or the one after that, Kid and Serge kiss! Yea.

And don't get me wrong I absolutely despise Harle, but I was so emotional writing this…and I started to feel bad for her…Leena has such an annoying personality that it doesn't happen with her, but with Harle you can tell that she genuinely does care deeply for Serge.