AN: Nat belongs to C2ndy2cid. Check her out, she's on tumblr. Amazing character. Angie doesn't belong to me either, let's see if you can catch the reference. ;) I'll divulge the owner next chapter. For right now, just know that she's going to be a regular. Anyway! I was inspired to write this after reading a post on facebook. And I'm channeling all my...pent up frustration and stuffs into this bad boy. I've also got two more chapters done for When I Needed You. I'll upload those in a few days.

For the moment...please enjoy and review review review! Oh! And rewind your tapes people!

"It's been almost ten years, Kevin. How long are you going to keep this up?" Nat asked him. He had a right to ask, he was worried about his best friend. He was going to drive himself insane.

He took a deep breath, exhaled. "As long as it takes, Nat. As long as it takes. I can't live without him."

"Alright, man. I suppose I get it. I mean, I don't. But I'll do whatever you makes you happy. Do you think he'll remember this time around?"

"Probably not. But I'm hopeful."

Nat sighed. He patted Kevin on the shoulder and they were silent the rest of the time. Kevin didn't mind. He needed this time to think and to plan. He had to figure out a way to make his love remember him. He only had so much time left in this cycle. If he didn't remember, who knows when the next time he would bump into him would be.

Kevin got up and walked towards the shared apartment he and Nat were living in for the moment, and where he was waiting for him. It was 1920's New York. Jazz was at the top of its game and the dresses were getting shorter, but not too short. They still had come class. Men looked classy and put together. Women had been protesting their rights for more than a hundred years. They finally won that right this year, and on Election Day, many exercised their right to vote. Tonight, they partied.

And that's exactly what they did. Partied. And that's why Kevin was leaving. He didn't care that the women could finally vote, he had been there when the movement started almost a hundred years earlier. Only, then, his lover had taken a female body. He remembered that body well, but only because it was so different from the ones he had always encountered. But at the same time, monumentally the same. The same black as night hair, bright blue eyes, and red lips like candy and pale skin like ivory.

He had just walked into the complex when he heard it. The shotgun blast and feet running down the stairs. He didn't bother to stop the men that ran past him. He was more concerned about his lover and if he was okay. Running up the stairs, he saw several people crowding the hall. He pushed his way past and stopped. He heard a choked sound and he felt himself drop to his knees. Crawling over to where his lover lay dying, he cradled his head.

"Baby. Please. Please say something. Please tell me you're alright." He pleaded, but he knew everything was not alright. There was too much blood and too little of his chest left. As he cradled the soft ebony locks, he whispered sweet nothings. He whispered of a love lost. He was only eighteen. He was too young to have been killed so brutally. But, whatever god there was, was playing a most cruel game on him. Or so he thought.

"Why?! Why can't you just let me have him!? You made me into this thing and you won't even let us be happy. Why is it always him that dies?" He said to himself. Soon after the police arrived, Nat came rushing in. He stopped mid-stride and stared at Kevin and his lover. Tears coming to the surface, he gently pried Kevin off the young man so the coroner's could do their jobs. Of course, the police needed a statement from him and gave it he did. Several hours later, Nat gave him a concoction meant to put him to sleep.

At the funeral, his family, those he considered family anyway, and friends came. It was a beautiful service. Angie, his lover's best friend, gave the eulogy. His parents were absent, of course. The two who shared his name said a few things about how he was a great person, an aspiring scientist who was supposed to make his mark on the world. Not die this way and at such a young age. Everyone said a few things about the man. Finally, it was Kevin's turn. Walking up the podium, he stared out at the small crowd.

"Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming. I really don't know what to say to be honest. Feels like I've been here a few dozen times before." He almost chuckled, some in the crowd did, but that was that. "Anyway. He was….the love of my life. He always will be. There will never be another person like him. And I'm going to miss him every day until I can finally see him again. I'll miss the way he laughed. The way he corrected me. I'll miss his gap toothed smile and his bright blue eyes so full of learning. But most of all, I'll miss the way he said I love you every night before we went to sleep. I'll miss the way his arms feel when he gives me a hug. And the way…..oh, god, Edd. Double Dee. Baby….." Kevin cried and broke down half way through his speech. He felt hands on his arms and back and he barely registered that he was being led to a chair. His only thought was…

Oh, Double Dee…..why didn't you remember in time? It's all my fault….I should've been there. I shouldn't have left you alone. Baby….I'll see you again soon…

He had no idea how right he was. It wouldn't be until 2016, almost another hundred years later, he would set eyes on Double Dee again. And when he did….he would be greatly surprised.