Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hearts in time ❯ The Return home ( Chapter 21 )

I don't own Sailor Moon. Takeuchi-sama does. I don't own Matt Blackheart either, he owns himself and I had to ask to borrow him. Lance Jayd and Wraith Wills belong to me please ask me before borrowing them, I'm a nice guy so I'll probably let you borrow them so long as you give me credit for them.

Hearts in Time: The Return Home
By
Lance the Flamesniper


They were in the alley again. Where it all began. Wraith found that somehow ironic. Necros was defeated. Lance had found his dream girl. Matt and Lita had gotten together. Now Wraith had to make them part again. He didn't want to, he hated to think he had to. But yet the more he thought about it, the clearer it became that they just couldn't stay.

"Here we are..." Wraith said.

"Yes," Lance intoned from his spot at the side of Setsuna; he completed his quest and had his happy ending- complete with marriage and reuniting with his long lost twin. In Wraith's opinion, his would be the hardest mind to change. Deep down he still didn't think it was right to, but he had to. The more he kept repeating that thought, he was sure that eventually he’d even believe it.

"I guess this is goodbye," Matt added as Lita leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Do you really have to go Wraith?" Mina asked her eyes tearing up slightly.

"It's what needs to be done," Wraith sighed. "So how do we do this? Another spell off the Internet?"

"Not this time," Setsuna said as she and Lance bowed their heads, the symbol for Pluto appearing on their brows. There was a flash and the portal opened.

"Okay! Let's go home!" Wraith said grabbing his friends' hands...

Only to find them not moving.

"Come on Guys! We got to go home!" Wraith pleaded.

"But Wraith," Lance began. "I am home."

"No you aren't! Your home is on the other side of that portal!"

"The only thing on the other side of that portal is loneliness and my death. I will not go back."

"What do you mean?" Wraith asked.

"If I go back, I die. It's just that simple."

"That's Bull man!"

"My soul belongs here, Wraith. I was meant to be here. I was meant to be with Setsuna. If I go back all the power I've absorbed from those attacks will kill me," Lance replied. "Besides I have a sister that I should have spent a lifetime with that I want to get to know."

"Fine. Matt let's go," Wraith sighed.

"Me? I ain't going anywhere. I like it here!"

"What?" Wraith shrieked. "Okay Lance I can understand, as far as friends go he's always been out there. But you always struck me as sane!"

"I also always struck you as single."

"Well yeah..."

"Well now I'm not. I'm in love with Lita and I'm staying here!"

"The Hell you are!"

"Wraith," Lance began. "I told you before I wouldn't be going back."

"I know that. But..," Wraith began.

Wraith never got to finish as Matt hit him in the back of the head with his butt of his sword...
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“.... And so I awoke, alone on that baseball field in the middle of the night. Lance had sent me back to the exact second we left, just like he promised he would. No one ever found out what happened to Matt or Lance. I can only imagine they're still there with their beloved ones. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Then one day, I sat down and wrote a story. A story about a time; a story about a place, a story about people. A story of four lonely hearts in time. Above all, a story about love...” Wraith sighed as he hit the save button. That was the end of the tale but then as someone told him once, no story really ends it just gives birth to new beginnings. He wondered if his part in this adventure was really over as well and about what his future held. Idly he wondered about Mina and maybe finding a way back once he'd kept his promise. This tale should do that.

In his mind he knew that no one would believe him, but at the same time it was his story and he knew it happened. That, for now, was enough.



THE END.... or is it?

This story is dedicated to:

Silent Messiah- my caring lady love and a source of eternal support.
Kittylynne- probably my biggest fan and one of my favorite Authors.
All the other people who've ever encouraged me while I worked on this- thank you for your support and encouragement!

We take our dreams, our fantasies
With pen and ink, we shape to please
With heart and soul we create
And toil away until hours late
But nothing beats the way it feels
When we see our dreams become real
It may be just an opinion, but I say.
That feeling is a gift,
A reward for a writer's way.


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