Shy

[Epilogue]

A few days after that, Heero and Duo shared their first kiss.

That’s right. And it happened right beneath my mobile.

I know I’m not supposed to have favorites, but when it comes to Duo and Heero I can’t help it. I have to stop by every once in a while to see how they’re doing.

It didn’t really surprise me when Heero quit the police force and enrolled in flight school. Just like it didn’t really surprise me when Duo decided to specialize in children’s spinal cord injuries. Even though I keep an eye on them, I doubt they realize I’m here. But that’s okay.

This is my job, after all.

You might be wondering if I had a hand in “helping” Duo program his new telephone that fateful day. Sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is “No.” That was all Duo’s doing. Some might say it was a very strange coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences. Because, you see, that’s what I do: I make “coincidences” happen. But only the good ones. I knew as soon as I was called to this place that Heero and Duo needed me. I knew they wouldn’t be able to come together on their own. And that was where I stepped in.

One Bobby Edison to the rescue.

They still remember me. I know because my mobile still hangs in their living room window. And I haven’t used the name of that particular incarnation since. Call me sentimental, but that part of me belongs exclusively to Heero and Duo’s memories.

And I shall always remember them. The Doc and Officer Yuy. The Healer and the Card Shark. Believe it or not, Heero’s lessons on poker have come in very handy over the years.

Yes, years. I hover close by, waiting for the time when I’ll be needed to help them find each other again in their next lifetimes. But that’s a ways off yet and they both know it as well. They don’t need any help connecting for the reminder of the next five decades or so. That’s what telephones are for...

The End