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[Petit Punk]

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain and I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

You can be the hero and I can be your side kick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

[Kanaria]

“Is he breathing?” “I don’t think he’s breathing.” “Where’s that brat daughter of his?!”

“Don’t call Roger a brat.” Paul growled, snapping back to reality. He looked over to see the very bored Roger sitting next to him in the car. Ok, maybe she was a brat. But that didn’t mean others, what others? had a right to call her that. Why hadn’t she reacted to that? She at least gave him a look of fake hurt every time he said something to that affect.

Oh well, it didn’t matter. “So Roger,” He said, this time making her look over to him, “Why do you even want to come to Africa? You hate dinosaurs.”

“I don’t hate dinosaurs. I just don’t care about them much.” Roger responded, looking back out the window. “I just… I don’t know. I’m enrolled in University for next year, but, I don’t want to go.”

“That’s next year, Roger. Why do you want to come to Africa now?” Paul asked, “You know you’re going to hate it.”

“No I’m not,” Roger denied, “Plus, you said you’re going, and you invited me to come along, remember?”

“Yes, only because you looked like you where going to cry yourself to sleep.” Paul reminded her, raising an eyebrow. “You’re only coming because I’m going, aren’t you.”

Roger looked away, huffing. “Am not, I just want to go to Africa. It’ll be fun.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Roger. You should just stay here, at least here you can catch a bus or something if you’re feeling bored. In Africa, you won’t be able to do that.” Paul shook his head slightly. Roger was being a feather head.

“Well, fine, I’ll help you dig up boring dead dinosaurs.” Roger snapped. “Just let me come with you.”

“BORING DEAD DINOSAURS! God, Roger! You’re twenty-three, and that’s my work you are talking about. I have half a mind to leave you now-“

“Oh, God, please don’t. Please, please don’t” She was giving him that look, and Paul was pulled back to the day they had met.

He had promised her that he would never leave her. She had grown so much, he had forgotten that little girl who couldn’t even pick up a jug of milk. He had forgotten how she had bled that day, just looking for someone to pick up the phone.

He had forgotten that little girl, who had to ask a stranger to find out her dad was never coming home.

He had forgotten the girl he had adopted, the girl he had to raise, because no one else would have.

He had forgotten the little girl with the panic attacks.

She had changed so much. Yet, looking at her now, he could see that little girl. He knew that while Roger had moved on so far from there, that little girl would always be her. Though, perhaps that girl would grow up one day.

Without a word, he pulled her into a hug, ignoring the tears streaming down his face. Roger was stiff, but slowly relaxed and returned the hug, obviously surprised by the fact her dad was crying so unexpectedly. They sat there for a moment, then Paul spoke.

“I’m not going to leave you.” He murmured, pulling back and wiping at his tears. “I told you once I wasn’t, and I keep my promises. Just try to behave yourself.”

“I will.” Roger said, wiping at tears of her own.

“Why are you crying?” Paul asked her gently.

“Because you are.” Roger admitted.

Paul smiled, then groaned, feeling a massive weight on his chest. Everything started to blur...

“CLEAR!” The zap of defibulators was nearly defining to Paul, as was the jolt to run through his body. Oh god, where they using them on him? Why? He wasn’t dying! He was in the car with Roger, and now his, HIS WIFE!

“Claire!” Paul exclaimed, looking at her in the back seat. “What on Earth are you doing here?”

“Paul, Earth doesn’t have anything to do with it anymore.” She sighed, looking over the car and its occupants, “All of this, it’s your life flashing before your eyes. I had hoped I’d do more then a cameo here, but it’s always been clear to me, that ever since you met her, Roger was your life. You raised our daughter well.”

“Our daughter? Claire, she’s adopted.” Paul protested. “And she can barely function in a social setting. I’m actually feeling really bad for making Alan take her.”

“Not the point Paul.” Claire said with a shake of her head, “I helped raise her too, you just didn’t see me. And I know that. But she’s better off then she would have been if you had left her to herself. She’s alive, and she can change.”

Paul smiled at that, and then they where sitting together on a beach. Roger didn’t join them, and Paul noticed it immediately. “Where is Roger?” He said, looking around.
“On a safari.” Claire told him, “You know, where you sent her?”

“Oh.” Paul fell silent, thinking to himself. She was on a safari, in Africa, because she was making an ass of herself at the dig site.

Paul realized he should be at the dig, he only had about two hours until she got back. After that, he wouldn’t get any work done.

“Claire, I’ve got to go.” He said, standing up. He smiled down at her, and pulled her up as well. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“Paul,” Claire had tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, but you can’t.”

“Can’t what, my dear?” Paul asked, giving her a peck on the cheek to cheer her up.

“You can’t go back.” Claire smiled at him sadly, the tears threatening to fall. “My dear, beautiful, kind and caring Paul, you’ve died.”

Paul stood still, and then forcing a smile said; “Nonsense dear. I’m as healthy as an ox. I can’t be dead.”

“Oh, but you are.” Claire took his hands in hers. “You’re here with me now. You’ve left behind the world of the living.”

“I- I can’t have. Doing that… Doing that would mean… I left Roger.” Paul shook his head slightly. “And I promised not too.” He sniffled, trying to hold back the flood of tears.

“Paul, I’m so sorry.” Claire said, her tears flowing down her face, “But you’ve broken your promise.”

Paul hadn’t even said goodbye.

[inactive matin]

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That was so sad..., I almost cried. ^^

[Kanaria]

If you saw it in context, you would have.

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