I remembered The Last Mimzy the other day, and thought about having one written for it. I really loved that movie as a kid. Haven't seen it in a long time. There's so little that I remember, so I did the best that I could with what I could grasp.

It's too bad The Last Mimzy doesn't have its own category in either the movie section or the books section. It really deserves its own category.

Well, enjoy this fanfic. ^_^ I really went all out with this.


Emma stood at the shoreline, the waves rocking back and forth, the sand getting pushed back. Little seashells and pebbles would surface in the smooth-looking sand. The sun sank in the horizon, the sky a color that reminded Emma of orange sherbet ice cream. She enjoyed listening to the sounds of rocking waves and the wind creating a melody most pleasant to the ears.

She remembered the spot where she first found Mimzy. It seemed like such a long time ago, and yet, it felt so recent. It was funny how time passed and how some perceived it. Some thought time moved a snail's pace. Some thought time faster then the speed of lightning. But to her, it moved at the pace it always moved.

The day she found Mimzy was the day her entire world opened up. She was introduced to a future that would end in disaster without her help. With her intervention and Noah's engineering she was able to give Mimzy her DNA and send her back to her own time. The memory was still fresh in her head. Seeing Mimzy in the pulsating purplish miasma was something no one else would believe. It was why she wanted to keep it secret. Mimzy's existence created a whole of havoc. She was so powerful, she could wipe out all the electricity to the city. That was something she didn't enjoy, and neither was being pursued by the FBI.

Racing against time to get Mimzy back to her home was dangerous as it was exciting. And although Mimzy and the spinners and engine are gone, she and Noah would always remember everything that happened that night. Her and her parents.

"Emma!"

Emma turned to see Mr. White, Noah's teacher, trudging through the sand. His wife Naomi joined him, her paisley pattern dress blowing in the wind. Behind them was Noah and their parents. She waited for them where she stood.

"Hi, Emma," said Naomi. Her hair whipped in the wind.

"Hi, Naomi," said Emma. "You came." She sauntered over toward her, embracing her when they were in arm's reach.

"I told you we were going to come visit," said Naomi. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see the sunset." Emma looked down at the sand. "And I came to look for more shells."

Naomi looked down, spotting a small conical shell. Stooping down, she picked it, observing it. It was black and smooth. She pressed her thumb against its surface. It was rather sharp for a shell.

"I think I'll keep this for myself," she said.

Emma smiled.

Noah walked past Naomi, eyes on the ground.

"Do you remember where you found Mimzy?," he inquired.

"Yeah," responded Emma, turning around. She pointed to a spot to her left. "It was right there."

Noah waltzed over to the spot Emma pointed to.

Mr. White glanced over at the setting sun, then at Emma.

"It seems like such a long time," he said.

"I remember it like it was yesterday," commented Jo.

The tides washed away the beach sand, leaving behind miniature shells and other such items. The brilliant, bold sunset added touch to the wave's tune. The wind whistled through the rocks and the fallen branches.

David approached Noah. Mr. White took notice and followed him.

"This where two found her?," asked David. He stood before his son, who was crouched in the sand. David observed the sand curiously, as though something might shoot out from the spot.

"Yeah," answered Noah. "The box washed up from there—" he pointed to the shore— "then Emma and I brought it here. And we opened it."

"It was amazing that you two discovered this," said Mr. White. "You and your sister were lucky."

"Yeah," remarked Noah, standing up.

Emma looked up at Naomi.

"Naomi," she said, "I like your necklace."

"Thank you," replied Naomi. She lifted the necklace's pendant, holding it up to the sun. It was gold with a floral design carved to it. "It's a mandala necklace," she explained, "like the drawings your brother made."

Emma thumbed the pendant, liking how the floral carvings felt.

Jo walked over to her daughter.

"Emma," she said, "do you know if your little friend—"

"Mimzy," interrupted Emma, as a way to correct her mother.

"Right, Mimzy," repeated Jo, "do you know if she plans on coming back?"

Emma bit her lip.

"The whole plan was to help Mimzy get DNA and send her back to her time," explained Emma, "I don't know anything about what happens after we sent her back."

She remembered the night they built the bridge to send Mimzy with Emma's DNA to her own time. She remembered getting her hand stuck in Mimzy's orb just as it was about to take flight. It was only pure luck that her brother managed to pull her out before the takeoff sequence took effect.

"I wonder what it's like in Mimzy's time," ventured Emma.

"Do you remember what Mimzy told you?," asked Naomi.

"She said that there were bad things happening in her time," said Emma. "And that she needed to find DNA for the cure."

Jo looked at the sunset briefly, and then at Emma.

"Didn't she say anything else?," she asked.

"No," said Emma. "She just said as soon as she got the DNA, she was going to go back to her own time."

"I just keep thinking," said Jo, "that she's going to suddenly show up out of nowhere someday."

Emma slumped her shoulders, glancing at the descending sun.

"I wish she would come back," she mused. She sighed wistfully. She trotted over toward her brother.

Noah picked up a small pebble. It was dark-colored. Flat and long. Like a bean. He balled his hand into a fist, standing up to see his sister walk up to him.

"Did you find anything?," she asked.

"Just this rock," said Noah, opening his hand. Emma looked at the pebble. Nostalgia hit her, and she was again reminded of the spinning rocks that formed Mimzy's miasmic orb, her means of returning home. She would trade every seashell in her collection to see Mimzy for even just one day.

"Emma," said Mr. White.

"Yeah?," said Emma, turning around.

"Do you remember the first time you found Mimzy?," he asked.

"Yes," replied Emma.

"And you were the only one who understood Mimzy from the start?"

Emma paused.

She remembered the moment she opened her box and found her in it. To the others, all they heard were nonsensical gurgles. To Emma's ears, she could hear the voice overlapping the gurgles. Mimzy's voice was distorted and unearthly that no human word could describe it. All the others like Mimzy were not able to return to their own time, and it was a Miracle that Emma and Noah able to help Mimzy.

Although Mimzy and the other toys were gone, she and Noah still had a fraction of their special abilities. Noah could still command a spider to spin a web in his own liking. When her parents weren't home, Emma could still levitate the occasional stuffed animal. She missed having the spinners to create the glittering miasma. She remembered the green disk her brother used the first time to teleport a soda can.

It was amazing how a year has passed and it feels like it was just recent. A year passed since Mimzy came into her life. A year since she and her family were being hunted down by the FBI. They have since left her alone, but Emma knew they were still watching, waiting for some interference to happen.

The past year she'd been gazing up at the night sky, hoping, wishing. Emma didn't see any sign of Mimzy returning. When she would gaze upon the starry night, she would think about all that's happened and what she might face in the future. She learned so much from Mimzy, and she was pined to have Mimzy back by her side.

"Say, Emma," said Naomi, walking up to her, "what do you think things in Mimzy's time is like?"

Emma looked from her to the sunset, lost in the brilliance of orange colors and wispy reddish clouds. She had an answer, but wasn't sure if it was the right answer.

"I don't know," she said, glancing up at Naomi, "but I do know that thanks to my help, she's going to be alright."

Emma sidled over to her a scraggly branch, eyes on a pink bucket. She crouched down, observing its contents. Seashells in many sizes and colors; some pebbles; even two sand dollars. She'd spend most of midmorning exploring the beach, going inside to eat, and then spent the afternoon looking for more. It was surprising to find the sand dollars. None of these compared to Mimzy and her gadgets. She picked up the bucket, holding it by its handle and walked back to the group.

"Emma," said Naomi.

Emma didn't say anything, but looked up, looking the woman in the eye.

"Do you remember the dreams about the bridge to the future?," asked Naomi.

"Mhmm."

"Well, began Naomi, "I know you've been wishing to see Mimzy again, we have, too." She slumped her shoulders.

"It's true," said Mr. White.

"And," continued Naomi, "we know that that bridge was to return Mimzy home." She fiddled with her mandala necklace, dropping it back, so it hung above her breast. "Well, there's a bridge connecting you and Mimzy."

This grabbed Emma's attention. Noah sauntered over to Naomi, intrigued by the topic.

"That bridge is not like the one you built for Mimzy," explained Naomi, "that bridge is invisible, but you can feel it. It connects everyone who has a deep connection. That invisible bridge is made by love."

"Love." Emma echoed.

"Love is the greatest emotion of them all," said Naomi, "it's stronger than anything."

"It's true," said Mr. White, wrapping his arms around Naomi, who let out a giggle.

Noah chuckled. Emma snickered.

Jo approached the four, by her side, David joined her, brow furrowed in curiosity.

"Mimzy may be gone," said Jo, "but you two will always have your own bridge."

"Do I have a bridge with her, too?," queried Noah.

"Of course," said David, "you helped Mimzy go home. And you were the one that built the bridge."

"You and Emma," chimed Naomi.

"It doesn't matter how far you are," retorted Mr. White.

"What matters is your bond," said Naomi.

"That's what connects you to her," said Jo. "I didn't understand it then, but I know that you two were opened up to a whole world of possibilities."

"That's true," said Emma, "but it wasn't us, Mimzy made it easier to see them."

"Yeah," said Noah.

Jo smiled.

"I actually miss Mimzy," said David.

"Me too," said Emma.

"So do I," replied Noah.

The waves rocked back and forth, the symphony it made was pleasant to the ears. The wind blew away the sand, revealing lost wonders.

"We should head inside," said Jo.

"Okay," said Emma.

She followed them to the house with her bucket in hand. She stopped for a minute, turning around to look at the sunset. The sun was as bright as freshly cut orange. It dispersed a golden glow, and its light was reflected on the water. The lights danced and changed pattern according to sea's movements, making it hard to see what pattern it was before.

What Naomi said got through to Emma. Mimzy may be gone, but her connection was still there. It had always been there. There were times when she forgot about the things she did with Mimzy. Looking at the sunset now made her think whether Mimzy was looking at a sunset right now. If only she could see into the future and find out for herself.

She suddenly remembered about the stars. They connected on some way. She remembered the constellations and how they formed an image in the dark sky. The brightest stars could only be seen on the darkest nights. Emma liked how the stars looked, and how she could see how they connected. They could also form a bridge.

Emma smiled, turning and walking toward the house. The sea roared with the sound of the wind howling and the golden sunset bidding farewell. The calls some seagull could be heard in the distance, harmonizing with the rest of the insouciant seascape.

The world dragged and the sounds of the rocking waves washed away the sand, proving the sea's neverending movements.

The sea, and everything around it, was in harmony, in tune.

Everything was connected.


I loved The Last Mimzy when I was little. ^_^ I should probably watch it again someday. :) Hope I can find it on DVD.

Thank you for reading my fic.