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Chapter 3: Romance & Tragedy

As Emma and Rachel had promised, a few days after Emily's punishment had worn off, they had gotten her ready for a "date" with Bronx, even though it would only be at Bronx's home.

Emily had made herself look decent, if not, pretty, and to her sisters, it worked.

Emma: You look beautiful, sis!

Rachel: Bronx will totally fall for you!

Emily was still nervous about seeing Bronx, but her sisters had instilled some confidence in her.

As they walked to Bronx's home, Emily began contemplating her feelings.

Emily: Girls…What if Bronx rejects me? What if he doesn't like me back?!

Rachel: You'll never know unless you try…

Emily still felt nervous, to which Emma went up to her. She took the bow she had in her quills, and put it in Emily's quills.

Emma: Perfect.

Emily: Are you two sure this will work?

Rachel: Of course!

Once they arrived at the house, Emily knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, Bronx answered.

Bronx: Oh! Hey Emily…What brings you here?

Emily: (Nervous)Hey, Hi, Hello…Bronx…Can I come in? Kinda chilly out here.

Bronx: It's 89 degrees. We're in the middle of Summer…

Emily looked up at the sky to see a glaring sun.

Bronx: But yeah, you can come in…(To Del, who's in the kitchen) DAD! Emily's here for a visit!

Del: Got it!

Bronx and Emily soon sat on the wooden couch. Emily then took a deep breath.

Emily: Now, Bronx…I don't know how to tell you this…but I…I love you…

Bronx's eyes widen, and his mouth starts to gape open.

Emily: I love you, Bronx…You are so sweet, you have amazing eyes…Your' eyes, my lord! They are amazing! I-

Emily had seen that Bronx was still just blankly staring at her.

Emily: I…I'm sorry! I didn't mean to rush it! Forget I said any-

Bronx stopped her, and shook his head right and left.

Bronx: You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that…

Emily: Wait…You… like me too?

Bronx: Of course! I think you are very pretty, and you are very sweet as well. I like you too, and I want this to work.

Emily: Well…Alright!

Emily and Bronx hug, as Del just looks at them, rather humorously.

Del: So, when's the wedding?

Bronx: (Embarrassed) DAD!

Del: Should the wedding cake be black and white for Emily or Brown for Bronx?

Bronx: You're embarrassing, dad…

Del: I'm just playing, son.

A knock is then heard on the door. Del answers it.

Emma: DEL! We just saw Dr. Faith taking our mom to her office!

Rachel: She looked hurt!

Del looked over at Bronx and Emily, and then back at Emma and Rachel.

Del: Ok. Let's head over to Dr. Faith's now.

The group then goes to Dr. Faith's office, to which they instantly see a horribly wounded Annette. The girls run over to their mother, and go to her side. Their mother is able to see them, but not move.

Annette: Hey…I was hoping you'd visit.

The girls get teary eyed really quick.

Emily: What happened?

Rachel: Who hurt you?

Emma: Are you going to be ok?

Annette: Oh, I'm fine…I just...got clumsy and fell from a height…I just need some time to recover…

Dr. Faith: You should get some rest, Ann. (To the girls) Girls, your' mother wanted me to send you to your' Uncle Rusty's until she gets better.

Emily: Will she die?!

Dr. Faith: Of course not! She'll recover in a month or so. All she needs is rest…(To Del) Del, would you mind staying with them, or at least close to them? Annette said she wanted a "Trusted adult" around.

Annette was never too fond of her brother. He always goofed off, and made a fool of himself, which is why his longest relationship only lasted 2 weeks.

The girls on the other hand loved Uncle Rusty. Even in the darkest of times, he always made them laugh.

Del: I will be right next door. (To the girls) Ok, get whatever you need from your' home. We'll head to Uncle Rusty's in a few hours.

The girls gathered a few different items, and put them in these homemade bags their sadly deceased grandmother had made for them.

A notable item that Emily grabbed was a family picture…Of the whole family. Herself, her sisters, her mother…Her father.

Trace was a great father. Always was there for his daughters. When Emma scraped her knee one time, Trace instantly went to her aid.

Trace died when the girls were 11. They never forgot that tragic night…They never will forget that tragic night.

For Future Reference, this fanfic takes place in an AU to starwars4life's stories, so certain elements will be different from his universe.

After gathering everything they could, they went to Del and Bronx. They travelled a few miles, before they arrived at Uncle Rusty's log home. Del and Bronx went to the vacant house across from Rusty's.

Del: If you need anything, me and Bronx will be right over here, ok?

Girls in Unison: Got it.

They went over to the door, as Emily knocked on it.

After a few seconds of waiting, Uncle Rusty answered the door, who smiled goofily.

Uncle Rusty: There's my three favorite nieces! Come here!

They all gave Uncle Rusty a hug.

Uncle Rusty: Well, come on! It's getting dark, and the dark monsters come out when it gets dark.

The three couldn't help but laugh at their uncle's silly humor, even with the dark news.

The three all went inside, and put their bags down. Rusty then came in with some soup.

Rusty was a bit of a cook, as he thought it would be a good trait to have if he were to ever meet somebody that he wanted to be with.

Uncle Rusty: Hey, I know you three are going through some things, so just know if any of you need someone to talk to, just give me a holler, ok?

The girls nodded, and drank their soup.

The next day, they decided to hang out with Bronx for a little bit.

Emma had gone off into the woods by herself. She was very affected by her mother's injury. Worrying for her was all she could do. She didn't want to see her die, and it worried her every passing minute.

She then heard the voice of her uncle behind her.

Uncle Rusty: Where ya goin?

Emma looked back, and even at her Uncle's smiling face, she could not do the same. Uncle Rusty soon realized what was going through her head.

Uncle Rusty: Listen, Emma…I know this is hard for you. Just know that I am here for you…

Emma sat down on a smooth rock, and cried into her hands. Even for Uncle Rusty, it was hard not to join her. But he could not cry. He'd be dead before he let someone see him cry.

Uncle Rusty: Emma…You want to talk about it?

Emma: …Yeah…

Uncle Rusty: Ok…I'm here.

And so, for a whole 2-3 hours, they talked about everything Emma wanted to get off her chest.

Once they were done, they headed home, where the girls sat on the couch, bored out of their minds. There's only so much hanging out with Bronx could do.

That was when they heard Uncle Rusty from the kitchen.

Uncle Rusty: So, let me tell you about this one time. Me and your mother, let me tell you, your mother was not always such a stick in the mud. She was free livin when she was in her teens.

Surprisingly, hearing Uncle Rusty talk about stories of his and Annette's childhood really took things off of the sister's minds.

That night, Rachel had a dream, and it was a really…pleasant dream.

This part takes heavy influence from my original Adventure Awaits Part III, just a note.

Rachel awoke in a…cloudy heaven-like area, surrounded by clouds.

Male Voice: Hey, Rach.

Rachel turned to the direction of the voice, and saw an adult porcupine standing in front of her, but facing away from her.

Trace: What? Not gonna give your dad a hug?

Please note, I have no idea who the deceased father of the girls name really is. I simply made up the name Trace.

Rachel slowly approached who she assumed was her father, and stood next to him.

Trace: So how've you been?

Rachel: It's…complicated.

Trace: Hehe…I get that. How's your mother?

Rachel: Not good. She's injured, but she's supposed to get better. At least we have Uncle Rusty looking after us.

Trace: Your Uncle Rusty's a good guy. Definitely a goofball, but in a good-hearted way.

Trace turns his head to his middle daughter.

Trace: I see you've grown since we've last seen each other…Obviously.

Rachel: Yeah…(Tearing Up) I wish you were with us…

Trace: Oh nonono, Don't cry. I always hated when you or your sisters cried. It means you weren't happy. You should feel happy. I see that you haven't let my death ruin your life…And that's good. Letting go of the past, is a healthy thing to do. It means you live in the present, and look ahead to the future.

Rachel: Still…It would be nice to see you again.

Trace: You know I love you right? You, your sisters. Your mother…And no matter what, I'll be right (points at Rachel's heart) here…

Trace looks at his wrist, simulating that there was a watch on it, even though he's a porcupine.

Trace: Well, it looks like I gotta go…Come here…

Trace then hugs Rachel, to which Rachel embraces the hug.

And then she woke up, ready for the next day.

I hope you enjoyed this long awaited third chapter of Emily Emma and Rachel. I know the dream scene with Rachel and her dad was a bit silly, but I felt like a good part between her and her father would be a nice touch for the story.

See you next time!