Disclaimer: I don't own any of them I'm sad to say. BTW this is based more in the movie than the book because I loved the movie and came up with this after watching it and I'm sad to admit I still haven't finished the book. I know, I know, terrible me.

Back To Before.

Part Two.

Ida watched as Prosper howled before her, his hands grabbing the soaking fabric and holding tight. Slowly she drew one of her hands up to Scipio's face and closed his eyes with care, letting her hand rest on the cooling face.

"Prosper," she said quietly. He looked up at her, his heart breaking as he kept a tight grip on his loves shirt, "He asked…he asked me to tell you he was sorry, that he was sorry for everything. I don't know what it meant…"

"Oh Scipio, you've got nothing to be sorry for. It was my fault, I pushed you away, not the other way round remember," Prosper said choked, resting his cheek on Scipio's shoulder. "Why did you have to die Scip? Why?" His voice was so quiet now and filled with sobs but still Ida could hear and understand him, "I love you, you idiot, I love you. You have nothing to be sorry for."

She blinked in surprise and finally saw something that had been before her eyes for a long time. Looking back she now recognised all those looks for what they had been, all those flushed cheeks and bruised lips, all those nights when Prosper didn't come home till late and when he did smelling of something Ida hadn't been able to place. They had been lovers.

"Prosper why didn't you tell me?" she asked quietly.

"That I loved him? Because I thought it was sinful, disapproved of. And when he went on the merry go round and was older I pushed him away slowly. Stopped sl-sleeping with him, stopped letting him kiss me, stopped seeing him. I didn't want him in trouble if someone saw him kissing a little boy," he admitted sadly. "And now he tells you-me that he is sorry? It's me that should be sorry!"

"Prosper…"

"The last two months he must have thought I didn't love him, that I didn't care. The last two months of his life he was miserable because of me!" Prosper shouted in agony, pulling Scipio from her into his own arms. "I am so, so sorry Scipio. So sorry."

Ida glanced at the door and saw the other children there looking as terrified as could be, especially little Bo who was already crying his eyes out in Riccio's arms. Hornet wasn't there, probably still on the phone getting an ambulance, an ambulance that was no longer needed. Turning back to Prosper she found him sobbing into Scipio's hair.

"Prosper I think you should go inside, I'll wait for the ambulance crew," Ida suggested quietly. Prosper looked up at her sharply and shook his head.

"I can't leave him now, not after…no…"

"Prosper I think it's for the best, they'll have to check his body and then store it. Prosper it's better for you to go. I will stay with him, he won't-won't wait alone," Ida said choked. Prosper looked at her and then down at Scipio's relaxed face.

"Alright. But not before I say g-goodbye," he said quietly. Ida watched in utter sadness as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Scipio's forehead. "Goodbye Scipio. You'll never know how much I really love you now but maybe that's for the best. Be happy where you are, be at piece." After his whisper he leaned down again and this time pressed his to the cold and lifeless ones of Scipio's.

And it was then it happened. Right before Ida as the two boys kissed, or rather Prosper kissed Scipio. They began to glow, brighter than anything she had ever seen, so bright that everyone was forced to look away…

A/N There's Part Two. The almost as depressing but not quite.