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Chrom sat in his room in Ylisse's palace, reading a book. Falchion hung at his side like always, the velvety sheath touching the carpet rug. He looked up to see Robin humming an old song, her voice tranquil and soft, while holding baby Lucina in her arms and cradling her. He smiled at the sight, and called out to her.

"Robin," he said.

No response.

"Robin?" He asked.

Nothing.

"Robin!" He said louder.

Finally Robin looked up at him, their eyes locking before she began to scream.

"Chrom! Chrom, help me!" She wailed as her body dissolved into darkness, Lucina with her.

"Robin, no!"

Chrom bolted up and ran across the room, only for the floor to dissolve away as well, causing him to fall into darkness screaming.

He awoke in a panicked daze, sweating heavily.

"Damn it!" He exclaimed, pounding his fist on the wall next to his bed.

Another stupid nightmare. They always tormented him, how he could never reach her in time. Sometimes she'd cry out for him, begging him to save her, other times she'd say nothing and give him a look that said, "You let me down." He didn't know which was more cruel.

The worst part was that every single time she slipped away the same way; how she had faded into black matter within the game.

He blamed himself for it. He should've just went ahead and killed Grima with Falchion. But he realized, then, that the only person who could've really beat the game was Robin. If he had slain Grima instead, they would have been trapped within the game for the rest of their lives. That wouldn't be so bad, Chrom figured. At least Robin would be there. Then again, although they managed to stay in good condition being asleep in the hospital for nearly four years, there's no way they could've been sustained for their whole lifetime.

Then he wanted to blame Robin. He wanted to blame her for being so damn noble and sacrificing herself. He wanted her to be selfish for once. But he couldn't. He could never blame her. It was the right thing to do.

He curled up into a ball under his covers, remembering the conversation they had on the beach at the Outrealms, one of the happiest and most memorable moments of the time he had spent within FE:A.

Robin faced the ocean, the wind blowing at her long ponytails.

"I could never forget a single thing about you," she smiled. "Even if death were to tear us apart, even if I lost my memories again-" she said, looking out at the sea.

The very thought of those words made him scared and sick.

"Robin... Why would you even say such a thing?" He asked in disbelief.

She turned to face him, her clear brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"What? I'm just speaking hypothetically. Why are you making that face?"

"Robin..."

"Huh? What are you-?" She asked in confusion.

He held her close and planted a small kiss on her lips, wrapping his arms around her before Robin let go.

"C-Chrom! We shouldn't..." Her voice trailed off, her face flushed.

"Did you not enjoy that?" He asked bashfully.

"N-No, it was wonderful!" She responded. "But we're in the middle of a battle here!"

He and Robin were alike in many ways, but Robin did things based on logic and intuition. Chrom, on the other hand, did things impulsively.

"I know," he replied. "But the way you were talking... I couldn't help it."

"I understand, Chrom, but you're the commander of this army!" She said more angrily than she meant to. "Look, I'm going back to my position now. YOU stay here and fight, okay?"

She turned around and started to run across the shore back to her position.

"Robin, wait!" He called out before sighing deeply. "She's gone. I'll have to apologize for that later."

That night, all the Shepherds were gathered around a large campfire that Frederick made, huddling around it wrapped in blankets and roasting marshmallows.

Robin sat in front of the fire, shivering before Chrom brought a blanket and wrapped it around them both.

"Thanks," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair was still wet from swimming and smelled like saltwater. "... But I still think what you did back there was irresponsible."

He sighed.

"I know," he replied. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him and smiled.

"You're forgiven," she said. "Just promise me you won't do it again."

He adjusted the blanket around them, pulling her closer.

"I promise."

After a few seconds Robin began to laugh.

The prince raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

She began to laugh even more.

"I just remembered that swimsuit Anna had you try on," she giggled.

Chrom's face turned so red he resembled a cherry tomato.

"Y-You saw that?" He asked frantically.

She nodded, trying to stifle her laughter. After she managed to do so, she spoke.

"I was looking for a restroom," she explained, a grin still present on her face. "I went into the hut and found something quite different."

The prince buried his face into the blanket.

"Gods, this is so embarrassing," he said quietly.

Robin gave a small laugh once more before kissing him on the cheek.

"If you ask me, you looked quite dashing," she informed him. "I'm lucky to have such a handsome and kind husband."

"Heh. I should be saying the same of my smart and beautiful wife," he replied. "I'm a lucky man to have you."

And they stayed there together into the night, the fire warming them, and it felt as though the world was perfect.

But in truth, it was far from it.

Chrom walked into the room in anticipation, a vase of flowers in his hand, while Lissa and Frederick waiting outside the door.

He walked past the curtain, and there she was. In the flesh, laid Robin, her face placid, long light-colored hair flowing onto the sheets. He gently placed the flowers down on the bedside table, then sat himself next to the bed.

He gently held her pale hand, wishing she would curl her fingers around his like she had done so many times before.

He noticed how the treatment she was receiving was just as good as the one he had gotten while he was asleep. Frederick had found Robin's location, much to his relief and happiness, which turned out to be quite close to where he lived, only about a fifteen minute car drive.

He continued to hold Robin's hand, which felt much more real and tangible than it had in FE:A, as he realized all things were when he had gotten used to being in the real world again.

"Where are you?" He murmured so softly that he could barely hear himself.

He didn't notice two people walk into the room before one of them tapped on his shoulder.

The blue-haired man turned around to see the familiar faces of Sumia and Cordelia smiling at him.

"Sumia, Cordelia," he said.

"It's so good to see you, Captain!" Sumia beamed, then hugged him in friendly manner.

He tried to hug her back but felt that his ribs were being crushed.

"Ow! S-Sumia! You're s-squeezing the life out of me!"

Sumia apologized and released him, causing Cordelia to laugh lightly.

"Heh, some things never change," she said, nodding at the former prince. "Chrom."

"Cordelia," he replied with a smile.

He observed the two, Cordelia wearing a thick white sweater over jeans, her red hair as long as it was in the game. Sumia wore a lavender coat over a black skirt and thigh length socks, her brown hair curled in the front and tied in the back at the top, but without the wing clips.

"It's good to see you," the red-haired girl told him before looking down at Robin. "Well, both of you."

Sumia looked down at Robin curiously.

"I wonder why she hasn't woken up," she commented.

Chrom shook his head.

"I don't know why or how. But she has to be out there somewhere," he said quietly. "Speaking of which, how did you two find each other?"

"Oh, we've been friends since we were little kids," Sumia laughed amusedly. "Kind of like in the game."

Cordelia nodded in agreement.

"Exactly like in the game, actually. It's scary how they altered our memories so precisely that it really seemed like we lived in that world."

He agreed. Every memory he had before he met Robin felt so real. In truth, they were just his memories of the real world tailored to fit the game. He was glad, though, that his memories of Robin were real. That she was a real person.

He was caught up thinking about his in-game spouse before he thought to ask about theirs.

"Did you find Lon'qu and Gaius yet?" He asked.

They both shook their heads.

"No," Sumia said sadly. "But I miss him. And Cynthia, too."

A shock wave was sent up at Chrom's spine.

"What happened to them? The children?" He asked. "Weren't the servers deleted after we beat the game?"

"No," Cordelia replied. "That's what the press said, but they really weren't. The government finally got ahold of where the servers were being hosted and managed to take possession of them. They were about to delete them when they realized a problem; the children. If they deleted the servers, their consciousnesses would be deleted as well, since they don't have a body to transfer to."

Chrom listened attentively.

"So what are they going to do?"

The two moved to the other side of the bed and sat down on the chairs before Sumia spoke.

"They said that they'll de-virtualize them in exchange for more information on our in-game lives," she said. "While we were asleep, they created a machine in which they intended to try and de-virtualize an AI, basically creating a body for them and having them live as a real person. However, they lacked proper genetics and a real consciousness and the invention was branded a failure. They were recently about to abort the project before they discovered they could use them to virtualize the children in FE:A."

Chrom's eyes widened.

"When can we get them de-virtualized?" Chrom asked.

"We came here to tell you so that you, Lissa, and Frederick could get your kids," Cordelia informed him. "Sumia and I are planning on going tomorrow."

He was excited. He was so scared that Lucina, the baby and the grown-up one, and Morgan were lost forever. It was unimaginable that they could come to the real world.

"We'll go tomorrow, too," he said decisively. "I know that's what Robin would want."

Cordelia nodded, but then frowned slightly.

"Chrom? There's a catch," she told him.

"What is it?" He asked, his hopes falling.

"The success rate of the transfer is 70%. Not to be pessimistic, but there's a 30% chance that they might not be able to be de-virtualized. It's a risk I'm willing to take for Severa. I just wanted you to know ahead of time," she informed him.

"Sorry to be the bringer of bad news," she added.

Chrom shook his head.

"I don't care what the risk is. If there's a chance at all I can get my children back, I'll take it."

"That's what I figured you say," Lissa said from the door, revealing she was eavesdropping the whole time. "Frederick and I want the same thing."

He nodded.

"Then we'll go tomorrow," he concluded.

After giving some government lackey all the information he knew about the game and verifying that he was indeed the Lucina's and Morgan's father, they told him to come in another three days when they would finish the de-virtualizing process.

He came home that night and had dinner with Lissa and Frederick in their old house, which he remembered from before he had played FE:A. They talked in excitement about getting their children back.

"I wonder how they'll all react when they come to the real world," Lissa said, taking a sip of her orange juice. "I can't wait to see Owain again."

"Me too," Frederick agreed. "Although I wonder how he'll get by living with us."

Chrom spoke up.

"The guy working for the government said that they'll let them live with us legally," he stabbed his potato chunk with his fork. "They'll be documented as our children by law."

"Hm, that's awfully kind of them," Lissa commented. "Maybe they feel bad for us because we were trapped within a virtual game for almost four years."

"... Now that I think about it, it was less of a game and more of a virtual world," Frederick pondered out loud. "But I still can't wrap my mind around how they time traveled."

Chrom shrugged.

"Maybe they can shed some light on it when they get back," he sighed.

He had become somewhat dull and sullen ever since coming back to the real world, thoughts of Robin flooding his head. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she thinking of him? Did she even remember him? He asked himself these questions, each one weighing him down with all of the possibilities.

Lissa frowned at him.

"Stop doing that, Chrom!" She said loudly, bordering yelling. "Would Robin want you to be all sad and depressed over her? To give up? Do you think she saved all of us so we could sit down and feel bad for ourselves?"

Her tone of voice made him angry and guilty at the same time.

He pounded his fist on the table, causing the plates and glasses to bounce up.

"You think I don't know that? I know her better than anyone! That's why... That's why I need her! I want to meet her for real! I want us to get married for real!" His voice began to crack. "I'm not giving up! I just miss her! Is that so wrong?"

"Chrom-" Lissa began to say.

He stood up, leaving his food unfinished, and went straight bed, burying his face into his pillow. He didn't want to think. He didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to forget everything and fall asleep. The only thing that reassured him was that tomorrow he'd hopefully see Lucina and Morgan again. He missed them terribly. The way Morgan had almost crushed Robin while playing a game of tome stackers, the way Lucina had the same smile as her mother. They had the best attributes of Robin. And he wanted to see the baby Lucina, too. He remembered how unbelievably moody and upset Robin could be while she was pregnant, and how happy she was when she finally got to hold her baby. It was the first time he had ever seen her cry, but these were tears of joy.

These thoughts comforted him as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his family.

Chrom walked into the research center, to the front desk along with Lissa and Frederick.

The lady at the desk had cherry pink hair tied into a tight bun. She looked up from her computer and smiled.

"You're here for the de-virtualization chamber, correct?" She asked, her voice coated in sugar.

He nodded.

"Yes."

She stood up.

"Just this way," she gestured for them to follow her down the hall and through several corridors before they were lead to what seemed like a deserted corner of building. She had them follow her past several locked doors and rooms before she used her key card to open an elevator shaft that led them at least ten stories down before she the door opened.

"Now go straight and take a right," she instructed them. "You'll find the chamber there."

They thanked her and did exactly as she instructed, seeing large white doors that automatically opened as they walked in.

Chrom scanned the large room, and saw the large chamber emitting energy that heated the air around it.

"Where are they?" He thought before hearing the sounds of what sounded like crying.

He followed the noise to see Sumia embracing her orange-haired daughter in tears.

"Mother! Oh, Mother, I love you!" Cynthia wailed.

His stomach fell in relief and happiness when he saw Lucina and Morgan sitting in wheelchairs, dressed in white bathrobes. Lucina held a small baby wrapped in a white towel, her infant self.

Their eyes lit up when they saw him, their eyes tearing up.

"Father!" They called out, though they were unable to walk, as they weren't used to their bodies yet.

Baby Lucina began to cry as Chrom raced toward them and hugged them both separately and kissed their cheeks, his eyes filling with tears.

"... I missed you two so much," he said, trying to dry his eyes.

"I missed you too, Father," Lucina replied with a smile, holding out the baby to him.

He took the baby in his arms, who immediately ceased crying and looked up at her Father with her sapphire blue eyes. He noticed that she still had the Brand in her left eye, and upon closer inspection, so did the older Lucina . He kissed her pudgy cheek, to which she laughed and began to sleep.

"We're in the real world?" Morgan asked, clearly disoriented.

"Yes, son," Chrom told him.

They both looked around the room.

"... Where's Mother?" Morgan asked in concern.

A pang of guilt stabbed Chrom's heart.

"... She hasn't woken up yet," he said quietly.

A few seconds of shock passed before Lucina spoke up."... No, that can't be right," she muttered. "That doesn't make sense. That didn't happen in the future. She was supposed to wake up with the rest of you."

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I made this chapter wayy longer than I intended to, haha, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, and feel free to follow and or favorite if you liked it. Stay tuned for the next chapter!