*Pause* Wait, what stor--oh, yeah...^^; Sorry, this muse came, went, and is probably on it's way to New York to demand a MfU movie as good as the Star Trek updated one...

Act 4: Click Your Heels Three Times...

September 1966

"Remind me why we've come here?" Illya asked as the entered the restaurant and took a seat.

"A celebration."

"Oh?"

Napoleon nodded as they ordered and he got them both a glass of wine before raising his glass to toast. Frowning and looking around, Illya raised his as well before saying, "What's the toast to?"

Napoleon raised his eyebrows. "Well, it's been nine months since--."

Illya put his glass down. "I'm not going to do this, Napoleon."

Napoleon put his glass down as well, shaking his head. "It's been a few months, and she was two months pregnant last I checked with the doctor. So that means that this is the month, in quite a number of years, that your kid will be born."

"If she didn't...doesn't...have an abortion instead."

Napoleon shook his head. "You think too much, Illya. She won't, and you should just accept it. In the future, you have a son or daughter. We're celebrating that. Now," he raised his glass again, tilting his head before Illya let out a sigh and raised his own.

"To Elaine and Celeste, wherever they are. To future and what it holds for them and for us."

Illya nodded, saying nothing as they clicked glasses and he sighed. "I don't want to think about it. What if--."

"Ah. Don't be a stick in the mud. We're going to celebrate like it was this year and she was still here, okay?"

"Fine."

Napoleon smiled as they ordered, going over the event from March. Despite speaking with Illya about his fears on the child and his fears for Celeste, there had been little ceremony when the door that lead to their room disappeared and was once more replaced by a closet. The group had a general idea of when the two would reappear and hoped they could see them then. Napoleon already had it all planned out in case both he and Illya survived...and even if they didn't, he had it all ready, and wasn't about to leave them alone in the future.

May 20XX

"This is possibly one of the sillier ideas you've had," Illya said after leaning up against the car. "Why would they want to see us?"

"Because they will," Napoleon told him, "and stop being such a killjoy."

They waited, Illya checking his watch. "This is the day after they got back. What if they're not here?"

"They are. They should be. I checked with the front desk, and they're still checked in."

Illya snorted and they waited, Napoleon watching Illya for any signs of running away from it.

"Are you sure about the year?"

"I asked the front-door man about it. He said they were supposed to check out," Napoleon checked his watch, "in about an hour. He even called to confirm and said he talked with one of them. Probably Elaine."

Illya glanced at him. "Why do you say that?"

"Just a thought. Plus she might be the only one that can think straight at this point."

Time ticked away, Napoleon going in again before coming out, shaking his head.

"What? What's wrong?"

"They're gone."

"What do you mean, they're gone?"

"Illya, I mean they left out the old car-park and are gone. The guy says he didn't know where they were heading."

"And they didn't tell you?"

"Didn't they tell you?"

Silence came between the two before Illya shook his head. "If she doesn't want to see me, it's fine. I won't bother."

"Illya..."
"She made it clear forty years ago, Napoleon. I don't know why I even bothered to come here."

That said, Illya got into the car, Napoleon reluctantly getting in beside him, and the two drove off.