NOTE: Hey there, sorry this took a while to write. I know what you're saying, you took way to long to write it Smeef. I hear ya. On top of that this is actually a shorter chapter, but I thought you guys might find it cute.

The reason why I took so long with this is:

1. Le cliffhanger

2. Felt unmotivated? Got a little bored with this story. Probably cause of the lack of action, but that should change soon.

3. I got Ark: Survival Evolved recently. That's probably like 40% of the reason why. Great game.

Enjoy, and I'll catch you next chapter!

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Chapter 6: Second Chance

Steve peeled his eyelids open, as he arose from his deathly slumber. His hearing was beginning to return as well, and he could hear faint, echoing sobs coming from his right. There was something warm on his chin, something wet and tingly. He stuck out his tongue to taste what it was—It was delicious, whatever it was. A little thick, but it reminded him of apple juice.

He immediately recognized it as a Potion of Regeneration. The devastating pain that once came from his knee, his hip, and his abdomen was entirely gone, and he could feel his nearly lost life coming back to him.

Someone had saved him. Vanish, most likely. But how did she get that potion? Did she kill a witch?

As a sensation of soft wool, quite literally, blanketed over Steve's back, he realized that he was at home. How did she know to come here? And how did she know how to operate a brewing stand?

Where did she even get one? Steve had never even been to the Nether before, not that he had any intents on doing so. And had she taken out a Blaze? That had to have been the only way for her to make one.

Steve slowly turned his head over to Vanish, who was hunched over with her head in her arms. It wasn't hard to tell that she was incredibly distressed, and she had done some hard work of some sort. No doubt from fetching everything she needed to save Steve's life.

"Hello Vanish." Steve said, his hoarse voice not quite finished with repairing his throat.

Vanish's head shot up, eyes bloodshot purple from weeping.

"Steve? Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she threw herself on top of him. Steve's brittle body flinched a little in protest, but he didn't mind the hug at all.

"I-I t-thought that thing killed you," she said through short, relieved breaths.

She rested her head on his chest, clutching him as if he might fly away if she let go. Steve could feel her drenched cheeks stain his cyan shirt, soaking into the dirt and dried blood from the previous battle. With a slight grunt, Steve rested his arm on top of her head, as he felt her hair flow around his fingertips.

Muffled by his clothing, she spoke to him again. "I'm s-so sorry, I left you there, I should have taken you home f-first."

"It's quite alright, Vanish. I understand to the fullest extent."

Vanish let out a half-hearted laugh, and said, "And to think I might have never heard your big words again."

"Ha-ha, truly amusing." Steve replied, smirking at the cheeky Enderwoman, and resting his heavy eyes.

He felt a sudden jolt of ecstasy rush through his body as Vanish pressed her soft lips against his. He was hesitant at first, but quickly gave in to the rush of happiness. He loved Vanish, he knew this now. And she had quite the regard for him.

After what seemed like hours of the romantic embrace, Vanish pulled away with a rushed gasp.

"I'm sorry Steve, but I would be damned if I lived the rest of my life not knowing what it was like to caress you."

With an expression of regret mixed with euphoria, she turned away from him. After a moment of thought, she regained eye contact with him, saying, "Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now. I love you Steve. You're kind, noble, and frankly, quite the looker. I really wish you feel the same."

Her hopeful gaze further proved her sincerity, but Steve already knew his answer. Using his continually healing right hand, he pulled her back towards his face. Vanish immediately acknowledged where this was going, so she quickly reconnected their mouths.

With their heads touching, Steve parted her indigo hair and whispered in her ear, "I couldn't begin to convey how mutual the feeling is."

And they snuggled with each other the rest of the night, feeling whole and complete once again.