Hiya, sorry i haven't updated in ages, bad wannabe writer XD anyway here is the third and finally instalment of this little story, i hope you liked it so far, and i hope i end it well.

Watch me.....

Franziska wondered what her brother meant...well she knew the obvious; he wanted her to watch the tape. What could be on it?

With new found curiosity Franziska got up, with tape in hand and started looking for a VCR and a working TV. Downstairs was all packed up and she didn't want to go unpacking and rooting so she thought that she would continue her search upstairs.

Climbing the mahogany staircase, Franziska found it oddly comforting. The familiar presents of the house, where she undoubtedly spend the best and worst years of her life. She didn't know if it was just the smell, the feel but suddenly she felt like she missed home so much in that one second in time. She felt her knees give way as she collapsed on the top step, leaning against the wall. She missed everything this place once offered her and she missed the fact that she had forgotten it.

Pulling herself together, slowly but surely, she got back up and continued her search. All the rooms were lacking any electronics. When she was about to give up, she remembered the attic. Her and Miles had spent a lot of time there when she was younger and she wondered if he had set the whole thing up to get her there.....foolish brother.

None the less she might as well try, so taking her anger out on the attic door, she swiftly got it opened. The stairs fell slowly with a thud. Franziska took a breath before climbing up them.

When she had reached the top, she took a quick look first, just to be safe. It was pitch black so she pulled herself up. Stumbling in the darkness to find a light switch, she finally came across the string hanging from the ceiling. Giving it a tug, the room lighted up in seconds.
Franziska noticed that the room was nearly completely empty. The only things occupying it, besides herself, where a old, worn chair Franziska recognized as her Grandfathers' pride and joy, a TV on a stand and a VCR on top.

Miles had planned this.....

Walking slowly to the TV she pushed in the video, set back in the chair before pressing the play button.

The video was defiantly old, the odd jumps and colour gave that away. It took Franziska a while to process what was going on, when finally she recognized what this video was.

A Christmas tree stood in the background, in the same sitting room she had entered minutes ago. A striking woman in a dressing gown stood at the door, admiring her hard work. While Manfred was obviously holding the camera. In walked a much younger Franziska, about 6 or 7, rubbing her eyes after apparently waking up. When she had noticed the presents under the tree, her eyes grew wide with excitement. She ran over and immersed herself in the presents. Minutes later her brother Miles, then in his teens, walked in and hugged his mother happy Christmas and giving his father a curt nod before joining Franziska at the tree.

He bent down and patted his little sister's head as she joyfully pulled out a chemistry set she had begged for months before. Miles helped her opened it, kneeling down beside her, he pulled out the beakers and test tubes as she sat patiently as she could, till he was finished. When he had fished and allowed her to have it to herself, he turned and asked her a question,

'So what do you think?' he had a smile on his face and looked truly happy, the Franziska now had long forgotten. Little Franziska was however oblivious, but answered him all the same,

"This is the best day of my life!"

How naive, thought Franziska, had she been merely happy at a chemistry set, if only now it was that simple. Why would Miles want her to remember that.....?

Franziska took a sharp intake of breath...of course, she thought, that was the last Christmas they had as a family, three months later her mother had left for another man. After that her life had changed dramatically, her father had become colder, if possible and he treated his kids severely, always pushing them and if they didn't make his standards, they would be severely punished. Her childhood had been all changed after that video, because of her careless mother.

Franziska noticed her vision growing more blurred with each thought, then suddenly she felt a tear slide down her face and into her open palm. She had never truly cried since she was younger. Strangely she found it comforting, like she was letting something go.

After a while her crying came to a slow stop, as she wiped her hand across her cheek, she couldnt help but smile. She had blocked out her past for so long, that to get rid of it for good all she had to do was watch a little tape.

The next time she vowed to kill that foolishly foolish brother of her's, for making her cry...her father would kill her if he found out but she supposed she better say thank you as well. What would she do without her fool of a brother?

A/N: Finally fished, sorry if it's a bit sloppy, i had to make it up along the way but i don't think it turned out to bad. I might do another story, except about Miles and Phoenix or something but I'll give it a while to think of a decent idea. Well that's my first trilogy done, hope you liked it and please review, They mean a lot guys thanks x