A/N: Last chap for this shortish story. Hope you loved it, Kitty, even though it took forever to post the last chapter because I blabbed the ending to you. Whatevs.

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How To Kill a Sims:

Step Six:
Let stand and become cool, then enjoy.

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"Willow!" Tyler called out, as Willow seemed to be having some sort of convulsion as she jogged off, as the lust spell upon her was obviously too much for her tiny body to handle. He caught up to her in the parking lot, where she immediately turned around and planted her lips on his in a violent manner. Tyler squeaked in surprise, not knowing how to handle this ravenous woman devouring his mouth, but he managed to lift his hands up to her cheeks, and send a new spell into her body. One that would calm her slowly and lift the repulsive spell that Reid had given her. Hopefully her racing heart inside her chest would have no real damage.

As the spell became fully lifted, Tyler realized that still she kissed him, all on her own. When she finally pulled away, Tyler was sure now that he had some small chance with her, that on some level she really was attracted to him. He stared into her big doe eyes and smiled at her.

She smiled back.

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Tyler threw another pebble into the crashing water in the river below him, as he and Willow swung their legs over the edge of a stone bridge. They had been together the entire night, and now witnessed the sun starting to rise before them, like front seats to a show.

"So this power," Willow went on with what they had been discussing all night. Every so often Willow would break their silences with new questions. "It only passes to the firstborn?"

"Yup."

"That's why you need to have an heir so bad."

"Yup."

"Well, Tyler," Willow looked sideways at him, as if afraid to break her bad news. "I hate to burst your bubble, but… I'm barren."

Tyler nearly fell into the water below, and Willow had to brace his arm.

"You mean you can't have kids?" Tyler coughed out in surprise.

Willow nodded meekly.

"I do like you, Tyler, but… if that's what your final hopes resides, I just don't see how it's going to work out. I don't want to waste your time."

Tyler went silent for many minutes. It was news that was hard to swallow. She knew he was going to die soon. She knew his line needed an heir. But she couldn't be the one provide one for him. Not now, not ever.

Tyler sighed as he fathomed having to sleep with psycho Ember again. Saturday would creep up on him before he knew it. He had to do it. Just bite the bullet and go through with it. Maybe if he closed his eyes and imagined sweet Willow instead it might make it easier, but Tyler knew even his mind was not that creative even if they were almost identical twins.

Tyler took Willow's hand in his, and brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

Fate sucked.

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Tyler hung his head low as he walked. His shoulders slouched, his feet dragging, as a man would if he were in chains being led to the hangman's noose.

It was Saturday. Saturday night, at that. He had spent every waking moment that he had in Willow's presence. He had wooed her in every simple way his mind could concoct. She had fallen in love with him, and he had fallen for her, deeply.

But when the cards were down, at the end of the day, he was still a dying man. Still in desperate need of an heir before the Simms line was lost forever.

"Are you really going to do it?" Willow asked in her meek, small voice. Tyler put his forehead to hers, his pain evident in his tightened face and clenching eyes.

"I kinda have to," Tyler replied in an unconvincing manner, a groan clouding every word. He sniffed back threatening tears. "You know I love you, right?"

Willow nodded, her forehead still pressed against his, thus shaking his head too.

"I love you too, Tyler. I'll be here when you get back."

Why did Willow have to be so damn understanding? Why couldn't she put up a fight and refuse to let him do this? He would have been all too happy to consent to her wishes.

Yet, here he was, walking down the dark and dreary hallways of Spenser Academy, on his way to keep his booty call appointment with Ember. He could only hope that he made her pregnant on the first try, lest he have to relive this nightmare again.

The door was before him much too soon. Ember waited for him on the other side.

He knocked twice, and waited. There was no answer. There was no answer for five pairs of knocks and three calls of her name after that. Finally, he gave up.

But, as he walked down the hall cursing the name of Fate, that very force of life sent him a wild card, in the form of noises coming from a nearby men's bathroom. It sounded a bit like someone in pain, alarming Tyler immediately to assume the worst. So, Tyler burst into the large bathroom without warning.

That's when he saw it. Two naked bodies pressed together in a steaming shower, one distinctly blue-haired and the other a blonde. The noises of their moans echoed in the empty tiled room, and Tyler couldn't help but gasp.

And even though the sight should have been devastating, once the initial shock of it all had passed, Tyler couldn't help but sigh in relief. He gently closed the door behind himself, and let the two lovers be. In retrospect, he probably should have seen it coming.

There goes the Simms.

But at that moment, nothing really mattered but seeing Willow. A walk quickly turned into a run, straight back to that familiar room where he had just left her. She seemed surprised to see him when he burst the door open with a large smile on his handsome face.

"What are you doing back so soo--"

Tyler kissed her before she could finish the sentence.

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Epilogue:

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Tyler and Willow married the very next week, and remained blissfully happy until Tyler's end. Tyler wowed the doctors by not dying in three months as diagnosed, but rather lived for two years after that. He lived long enough to bear a child, with Willow, who got cured of her barren womb thanks to the combined efforts of the Covenant's magic.

They named their boy Tyler Simms, Jr.

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END

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--RedRogue