The third time's the charm, so they say. And Vincent has never been more thankful. Another world, another time.

Only this time, Gilbert was with him. Gilbert was alive. He loved him again. He smiled at him and held his hand and asked if he was alright.

Brother smiled again. The smile meant only for him.

Everything was perfect.

Except.

"…Oz?"

Vincent smiles and looks over his shoulder, where Gilbert was. There was a pleased smile on his face, and the hand on Vincent's shoulder is warm and does not leave.

"Is something wrong, Oz?"

He swallows against the lump in his throat. Reminds himself that there were worse things. Thinks of his brother, his brother who loved him.

"Nothing's wrong, Gil."

He keeps the scissors under his bed, whenever he needs a trim.

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fin

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Author's Notes: One can learn to accept anything, if it is for the one they love.