saving. you.

part seven

It's over (begins to wail inconsolably.) This part is really short but it gets the point across. I hope all of you loved this story; I know I did.

The seventh time, he didn't save her.

He was currently spread out on his bed. His heart was aching, his body was aching, his hollow eyes were averting their gaze from the feeble light peering through the curtains. Some part of him wanted to get up, grab a vanilla protein shake, and go about his daily life like nothing had changed.

Everything had changed.

She waited until she heard the unmistakable signs of stuttering snores - only Justin could snore so nerd like - before padding into his room with her wand lighting the area just enough so she wouldn't trip over one of his stupid action figures. He was there, cuddled up to his Captain Jim Bob Sherwood stuffed doll, with his legs tucked up to his chest and his Buzz Lightyear sheets encircling his ankles.

Ignoring the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and well, she could see practically everything, Alex seated herself beside him. The heart necklace swung from her neck and as she ran a cold hand over the warm skin of his bicep the center of the heart began to flicker with light. Her hand moved down, brushing his waist, and there was nothing sexual about it (because that would be totally gross, duh.)

Within moments the necklace was glowing brightly and Alex knew, knew with the heaviness in her chest that this was how it was always supposed to be.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't fight it.

"I'm sorry, Mason," Alex whispered, waving the wand over her brother's sleeping form and closing her eyes tightly. A flash of light, a gasp, and it was done, and she was stealing from his room, not forgetting to grab his Captain Jim Bob Sherwood doll from his arms for future blackmailing purposes.

He woke up in a tangle of blankets, gasping and shuddering and realizing instantly that something was different.

His one of a kind, Captain Jim Bob Sherwood, stuffed figure was gone - Alex, no doubt - and he was holding something smooth and skinny in his hands now, something that seemed to fit just perfectly in his palms.

His wand.

And there, written on his wrist, was: We all knew who would win from the beginning, Sir Dorks A Lot.

His lips quirked into a smile and he looked towards his slightly ajar bedroom door, running a hand over his wand. For a just a second, he pictured his sister in his mind, and realized that he'd never seen how truly beautiful she was before.

"Love you too," Justin mumbled, and that was that.

_-the end -_