It's time for the fifteenth installment of this here story. Before we go on, let me tell you to read my new Animorph fic, Pants On Fire. I hope that you will check it out and like it.

LittleMidgett: You worry about me?
How sweet. I feel special...special ed maybe...
Anyway!
Interesting chapter...whoopah! it's over! maybe..dunno...ah!
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The war is over, indeed. Now we enter the story of the aftermath. What will be different? Read to find out.

Edriss: YES! Great chapter! Woo-hoo! I feel bad about not reviewing your fics earlier on, their really great. I'll most definatly be reviewing more often.

Hangs head in shame I was re-reading Book 54 when I realised that for the past 13 chapters of my fic I've been spelling Asculan wrong. Ops.

Please keep this up as it is really great!

I sure hope you review more often. I really like your story about Asculan. I noticed as well your misspelling, but I decided to not say anything. Sorry.

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Cool. I have planned out what happens to Tobias and Loren, and I hope you will like it.

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I sure am. And I plan to update soon.

Tobias

"Tell us a little about your book, Tobias," David Letterman said. I snapped my head towards him, then back to the audience. I was trying to stop my bird-like actions. I really am. It's just so common to me that just because I'm a nothlit now doesn't mean it will stop.

I snuck a glance at Rachel, who was standing with her arms crossed just outside the stage. She flipped her hair and smiled at me. I focused on the camera.

"Well, it starts with a brief summary of my life before the war. You know, from when I could remember going to kindergarten to the bullies at the school. Things like that make up the first chapter." I reflected that my whole childhood, from when I was born to junior high school, is just a small prologue in a thick book. The majority of my life, experience, and knowledge was contained in the four years of conflict, from the age of thirteen to sixteen.

"And?"

I snapped back to reality. "It continues with the first time I met my real father, an Andalite by the name Elfangor. From then on, the next thirty-two chapters tell of our war, from the good times to the bad times."

"So, what do you think is the funniest thing in your book?"

I thought about it, then smiled. "Most definitely the time we found out that Yeerks were highly allergic to oatmeal. Not just any oatmeal, but instant maple oatmeal."

"Not exactly part of your daily breakfast needs." The one guy that always wears sunglasses started cracking up, and I forced a smile. I am just not used to being in the spotlight. Usually Marco or Jake do these kind of shows and the people just love them. With Jakes recent marriage to Cassie and my permanent choice to stay human our popularity hasn't slowed down, not even after two years. People see us as little less than gods.

"But really, I've read this book and it's great. About your final chapter, where you delve into your choice to become human permanently, why did you choose to do that? When did you decide to change your life forever?"

I grinned wide, seeing an opening. "Well, it has much to do with Rachel. Why don't you step out here, Rachel."

Even though Rachel is stunningly beautiful and has had thousands of modeling and acting and publicity job offerings, she surprisingly has shied away from the attention. She stared at me as if she might morph grizzly and rip my head off, then slowly and gracefully stepped into sight as the cameras trained on her.

She flashed a smile, sat next to me on the couch, and muttered something about me and toast. I smiled again and sub-consciously felt the lump on the inside pocket of my suit coat.

"As I was saying, I decided to stay human because of Rachel. Rachel," I began, suddenly shifting to the floor on one knee, "will you marry me?"

Everybody stopped breathing. Despite my calm appearance I was sweating like a racehorse after the Kentucky Derby as I pulled the diamond ring from my coat. Rachel just stared at me like I was crazy, but written in her eyes was the answer I so desperately wanted, needed.

"Yes."

Soon the audience, as if they had one mind, stood up and clapped and yelled and cried. Letterman wiped a tear away and congratulated me and Rachel. The Bald-
Sunglasses-Man tilted his head to the side and said "Aww."

I wrapped up the interview with Letterman soon after and me and Rachel headed to the parking lot. "Do you need a ride home?"

She smiled. "We could go to your place." I laughed. Ever since I became a nothlit for the last time I had been living with Rachel.

That was when I noticed a women walking towards us. She was weaving back and forth, as if she didn't know exactly where she was going. She stopped ten feet from us and I noticed that she was wearing sunglasses. At night.

Then it clicked. She was blind. "Ma'am, can we help you?"

Her head turned toward the sound of my voice. That's when I noticed the long scars on her head. "If you can lead me to Tobias the Animorph."

"That would be me."

She froze. Then, oddly, she started crying. I went to her side. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Tobias, you never knew what happened to your mother. I feel so terrible. Can you ever forgive me?"

That made my heart stop. I was at a lost for words. My mother? I had known my father for a few minutes and I hadn't the slightest memory of my mother. Could this possibly be her?

Luckily Rachel was there. "Your Tobias's mom? How did you know where to find him?"

And so began the story of a desperate woman needing to find her only relative that might, just might, love her.

"It all started back when I was in a serious car crash which blinded me and caused amnesia. When they started reeducating me I was informed that I had a son who was living with his aunt and uncle. That's when I realized that I was no good to you blind. I couldn't teach the facts of life and how to be a good person if I was just learning that myself." She wiped away a tear as Rachel held the back door to our car for her. After we piled in Rachel drove slowly to her house as my mother continued her story.

"When the war ended and I heard about the Animorphs over the radio, I dismissed your name as pure coincidence. The thought of you being my child crossed my mind only once. When they described the Andalites over the radio it triggered a long-forgotten memory. But I shook it off. It wasn't until they described what you looked like after you became a human that I became certain that you were my son. So I tried to contact you several times, but I failed. Then I came here."

Rachel turned and looked at us. "We're here."

"Mo-…Loren, why don't you stay the night here. We can talk this over in the morning."

She sniffled then nodded. I opened the door for her and she felt her way in. Rachel followed her, and I stared at the two as the went upstairs to prepare our guest room.

A fiancée and a mother, all in one night? This is the happiest day of my life.