Edit: …it's… It's not… You lied, younger me… This is chapter 12… There are 15 chapters…

Also I'M LISTENING TO EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT WHILE EDITING THIS AND I'M DYING ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE IDK THE SONG KINDA PERFECTLY DESCRIBES CAMMIE AND SID RIGHT NOW AND DFASDFKWEIJD

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The second to last final chapter of The Legend of Stalker Siddeley!

Enjoy. :3

Or maybe third last… Otherwise the last is gonna be SUPER long..

"Cammie, what are we gonna do, just get a taxi?" Patrick asked her as the two cousins walked through the Arizonian airport. Calls for flights and chatting strangers echoing around them were drowned out by the roll of suitcases with wheels around them.

"I dunno, yeah." She answered. "I guess."

"What if someone's waiting for us?" He suggested.

"Like who? Finn didn't even want me to come." Cammie reminded him.

However, as she was saying this, they spotted a familiar rusty tow truck among the waiting cars.

"Of course." Cammie chuckled lightly. "Come on," she told Patrick. "That's Mater's truck."

Patrick stood in place while Cammie moved forward. "…it is?" He asked. "It… He saved the world with that?"

"He didn't save the world… Come on." Cammie urged, and she and Patrick were greeted by the grim faces of, obviously Mater, and Finn.

"Is, uh… Is Siddeley in the hospital, then?" Cammie timidly asked.

Finn only looked at her with a sad expression. "Come on." He looked down, opening the back door to Mater's truck. Cammie and Patrick exchanged a glance and climbed inside. Mater started the engine and they were off.

When they arrived in Radiator Springs, Mater parked his truck outside the café, and Finn led them inside.

"Try to ignore the, uh… Lack of a door." Flo awkwardly suggested as she and Andy worked to sweep up some of the debris and soot. "And the scorch marks. And the shrapnel. It's a… Long story…" She sighed, distraught by the situation.

It was unusually quiet in usually bustling heart of the town. Cammie froze when her eyes stopped at the counter. Siddeley was lying on top of it with his eyes closed and arms rested on his stomach.

Holley and a woman Cammie had never seen before were quietly conversing. The woman was awfully short and rather plump, but fairly pretty, nonetheless. Her curly, red hair was up in a pony tail and she held her arms around her protectively. Both she and Holley looked awful as if they'd gotten no sleep the previous night. Come to think of it, Finn and Mater didn't look so well, themselves.

Cammie could barely make out what the two women were saying.

"Where's Sheriff?" The woman was asking Holley.

"He's driving around the perimeter of the town to keep tourists out." Holley replied.

Everyone that was either whispering or just sitting all turned to look at the group that had walked in.

"That's her," Holley told the woman. "That's his sister." She frowned and made her way over to Cammie. The woman followed and went to stand next to Finn, who didn't protest when she rested her head against his arm. In fact, he put his arm around her in a comforting gesture.

"Oh, Cammie," Holley whispered while she hugged her.

"W-what... What happened to Siddeley…?" She asked, trying to keep her voice from breaking as she tried to look around Holley.

Holley pulled away from her and held her at arm's length. "Well, you're… You're not a child, so there's no need to… Sugar-coat it..." Holley sighed, looking away from the younger girl.

"Sugar-coat what?!" Cammie asked, forcefully pulling away from Holley. Finn put a hand on her shoulder before she could run over to her brother.

Cammie spun around to face Finn, expecting nothing less than an answer that would satisfy her worry and disprove her worst fear.

Finn had trouble speaking. He took a deep breath. "S…" he started to say, but immediately began to trail off. He made an effort to swallow, and his eyes met Cammie's. "Siddeley's gone, Cameron." He gently told her in barely a whisper.

Cammie didn't reply. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She barely even heard what Finn said.

"No," she breathed. She ran over to Siddeley, anyway. "No!" She shrieked. Tears were beginning to blur her vision as she took his limp hand. No, she kept repeating in her mind. No, no, no, no, no... "Sid, you can't!" She wailed.

Cammie buried her face in his chest as more tears poured down her face. Everyone standing near the door could see her shaking with quiet sobs.

Patrick slowly walked up next to her and reluctantly put a hand on her shoulder. She straightened up and looked at him. They exchanged a glance for a second before Cammie turned and ran out the door.

Cammie stopped a distance from the café and realized she didn't have anywhere to run to. Wiping her face with the back of her fist, she thought of the only place she could run to.

Siddeley's jet.

Not being able to hold back her tears, she ran as fast as she could to her brother's plane. Her sobbed echoed over the desert sand as the plane came into view. She ran up the ramp; she knew how to open it. She left it wide open and ran inside the cockpit. She slammed the sliding door and curled up in the pilot's chair. Since this was his jet his chair didn't smell like an ordinary plane seat; it smelled like him. So Cammie curled up and tried to imagine he was curling up in his arms like when she was little and Siddeley would visit her and her cousins. Siddeley… He… He just couldn't…

"Siddeley!" Six-year-old Cammie yelled running to hug her older brother.

"Cammie!" Siddeley grinned. Before Cammie could jump on his to hug him he lifted her up and hugged her himself. Cammie giggled and squealed as he flipped her upside down then right side up again.

"I missed you, Sid." She grinned at him.

"I missed you too, Cam." He grinned back. Then he sat down after being shooed to the couch by his aunt and Cammie curled up in his embrace.

"Don't go away, Siddeley. Stay here." She whispered.

"I wish I could, Cammie. That'd be fun."

"Why can't you?"

"Because I've gotta go back to school, then I have to go to work."

"Are you flying your airplane, yet?"

"Not jet. But soon. And when I get it, I promise I'll give you a ride."

Cammie jumped up and gasped. "Really? You mean it?"

"Of course I do." He replied with a big grin.

"Pinkie-promise?"

"Nope." He told her, shaking his head.

"Why not?" she asked, taken aback.

"Because pinkie-promises are too easy to break." He explained, grinning down at her. Cammie's face lit up again.

"Then what kind of promise should we make?" She tilted her head to the side.

"Hmm," Siddeley thought. "I know." He stood up, an idea coming to him. He picked up his sister and carried her out to the backyard. "You see those two clouds?" He asked, pointing at the sky.

"Yes?" Cammie answered. "The two that are touching?"

"Those ones. We'll make a cloud-promise, since I'm promising to give you a ride in my airplane."

Cammie's face broke into the biggest smile Siddeley had ever seen on her. From that point on, cloud-promising had been their go-to agreement. Every time Siddeley left after visiting, he would take Cammie outside and they're search for two clouds to make a promise with. Siddeley would always promise to come back.

"You promised, Siddeley." Cammie whispered into the emptiness of the cockpit. "You promised you would always come back." She sobbed.

Don't worry, next one coming up hopefully tonight.