(A/N) File 2/2, also known as the second part, also known as 26-50, also known as…well, you get the idea.

Disclaimer: See File 1.

File 2

#26 - Ice
It was summer, it was sunny, and it was hot, which was the only excuse Conan could come up with as Haibara threatened to shoot him into next week for dropping an ice cube down the back of her shirt.

#27 - Fall
"We have got to stop meeting like this," joked Shinichi as he caught her; but Shiho merely glared icily at the super-sneaker-less foot which had tripped her and made a mental note to get more sleep.

#28 - Forgotten
It was the right choice, it was the right choice, it was the right choice…went the mantra abruptly halted when blue eyes peered at her quizzically; but it started up again as he looked away to smile at Ran…it was the right choice…

#29 - Dance
As she glanced up to see four faces with identical, plotting looks, their eyes darting constantly to the stereo in the corner of the room, Haibara silently vowed never to play Truth or Dare again.

#30 - Body
The Organization had set the rule in stone long ago and applied it to all its members, former or otherwise: Sherry had broken it twice (Akemi, Shinichi – count the names, cross them off) and paid the price.

#31 - Sacred
Again the bomb exploded with enough force to level the entire building, again he watched as stained-glass windows became deadly shrapnel, and again he wondered.

#32 - Farewells
Parting is anything but sweet sorrow, thought the figure bitterly as it activated the glasses and carefully avoided looking back at the darkened house, but at least this way goodbyes won't be followed by the throwing of a clump of dirt or lit match.

#33 - World
It was a big world, but still there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and even going backward in time ten years wasn't going to protect them for long.

#34 - Formal
"I guess we're free, Miya-" he started, but was cut off by one Miyano Shiho, who responded scathingly that they had just destroyed the largest and blackest organization in world together; would it kill him to call her by her first name?

#35 - Fever
The second time she came down with the flu he stayed at her bedside, for she had a fever of 103 degrees Fahrenheit; but sick as Haibara was, she managed to crack an eye open and tell him quite clearly that if he ran off and got himself killed by Vermouth while she was bedridden, she would hunt him down and murder him.

#36 – Laugh
"I give up," he said after a week of failure after failure, and then she laughed, finally – at the look on his face.

#37 - Lies
Both lied to hide their pain, both hated it when the other did so, and so they compromised: protect each other, and there would be no pain to lie about.

#38 – Forever
"There is no forever," one disillusioned eight-year-old teenager told another, but the latter responded cheekily, "Perhaps not, but 'As long as I live' still works, right?"

#39 - Overwhelmed
How ironic that she'd worked so hard for years to perfect a drug, and now had to come up with its perfect antidote without even the fruits of her previous effort to start from.

#40 - Whisper
"You should act more childish," he whispered, and watched the resulting miracle of acting with no small amount of amusement.

#41 - Wait
Ran was waiting for Shinichi, Ai was waiting for Conan, he was waiting for both of them, and Agasa shook his head remorsefully and waited for them all to grow up.

#42 - Talk
"We need to talk," he told her seriously, but even as she braced herself for another fight over the temporary antidote, he grinned and finished, "about the upcoming camping trip: this time you're packing the tent."

#43 - Search
It was amazing how much the Professor misplaced on a regular basis, a fact that equally amused and exasperated both of the organized not-quite-children he "looked after."

#44 - Hope
"I got it!" said Haibara elatedly to him, and he tensed with anticipation and wild joy, for there was only one thing Haibara would get excited about: "That new coat I ordered came in the mail!' or so he thought; but then she grinned at the thunderstruck look on his face and said, "Just kidding; here's the antidote."

#45 – Eclipse
"When the shadow hides the sun, when midday is midnight, when blackness conquers light…" Haibara trailed off and grimaced, wondering when she'd become poetic, then chalked it up to the completion of the antidote and turned away from the window.

#46 - Gravity
"I hope you realize the gravity of the situation we're in," he said with a nervous grin, and she would've hit him for the lame joke if it weren't for the fact that the motion would send them both plummeting several hundred feet to their deaths.

#47 - Highway
Shiho stares at the asphalt under her feet and wonders what she's running from – for surely after all that no one is chasing her anymore, and she knows there's nowhere left to run to.

#48 - Unknown
She was every bit as mysterious as the cases he was inevitably wrapped up in, but instead of staying solved she was constantly surprising him: cracking the mask to cry, shooting the 'gun of flowers,' helping him with Ran in spite of…in spite of what?

#49 - Lock
The door was locked, which made sense, because the doors were always locked, whether they were at the Organization, a hotel, or even Agasa's house; but the difference was that this one locked from the inside…and apparently there was a chair propped up against the knob on the outside.

#50 – Breathe
In the temporary wine storage room of a certain hotel, a little girl couldn't breathe – which didn't mean she couldn't swear mentally at the bowtie-brained idiot who had suggested Paikaru.

(Notes)
- I have no excuse for "Sacred" (number 31), except that of too much coffee and too little sleep. It's not really CA, but it can be interpreted however you wish.

- The character in 32 can be either Conan or Haibara…I wrote it with the latter in mind, and the last couple words are more her brand of cynicism. Still, a sufficiently emotional Kudo could manage, I think.

- 45 can be considered a 'sequel' of sorts to 44, but I wrote them separately and only noticed afterwards, so there's no intentional connection.

(Closing A/N) And there you go. All 50, all finally official, and all a single sentence. A single, long sentence. Eh.

Well, keep an eye out for my latest project; I'll post it soon enough. As for what it is…well, you'll see.