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Disclaimer: I do not own the book series Animorphs, nor any of its characters. They belong to K.A. Applegate I do not make any money from this story.

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RACHEL

“Okay, Rach, keep your mouth shut. We’re not telling him that you are alive until he gets here, so don’t say shit.”
As much as it pains me to admit it, Marco was right. Let me set the record straight right now abouty me and Marco. He’s smart. He is funny, though at times his humor is ill-placed. He is cute, but not nearly as much as he thinks he is. But that’s part of his humor. He’s an egomaniac on purpose. He knows that if anyone is as cute as he thinks he is, he would be getting laid every ten minutes.
And even though I have been out of it, I know he’s not fucking every ten minutes.
I respect Marco. He knows what has to get done, and does it no matter how ruthless it sounds. If we had listened to him on certain issues, we never would have worried about David. Visser Three would never have been after the blue box. We would have hurt the Yeerks a lot more with less cost of life. Hell, I might even not have died. But too little, too late.
Marco dialed up Jake on the phone. I heard it ring once… twice… three times… four… click!
“Mfff-’ello?” Marco must have woken him up. I almost cried out, “Hey!”
I didn’t, though.
“Hey, Jake, what’s up?” Marco said into the reciever. “What are you doing right now?”
"What?”
“You busy?”
“I’m sleeping. What’s the matter?”
“Jake, you need to come over right away.”
“Is it an emergency?”
“Yeah. It is. We need you now.”
“Shit, this had better be good.” I heard rustling sheets and a female voice in the background. One that sounded familiar.
Cassie.
I looked at Marco, trying to plead with him mentally to let me talk to her. I hadn’t talked to her in 3 years. Marco caught my gaze and shook his head.
“Trust me. See you in five, man.”
Click.

Jake was at the window seven minutes later, pecking at it with his beak. Marco shuffled me away to a corner, and opened the window. I saw Jake emerge from his perigrine falcon morph, and briefly wondered if I could morph still. This wasn’t the time to find out, but hey, a girl could wonder, right?
Jake stood in the middle of Marco’s room, fully clothed, shirt, jeans, shoes. I guess they learned how to morph clothes, I thought.
“What’s up, dude? Medical emergency?”
Marco looked at me. I was behind Jake, out of eye contact. But Jake followed Marco’s glance, looked over his shoulder, and dropped his jaw.
The blood rushed out of his face faster than rabbits fuck. His eyes widened. He looked to Marco, back at me, back at Marco. Then he spoke.
“You sick fucker.”
That wasn’t the answer Marco and I expected.
“What the fuck is this?” He looked back at me. “Erek? Hologram?”
I spoke to him. “I’m not a hologram, Jake. I’m real. It’s Rachel.”
His face flushed with color, more color than I’ve ever seen in it. I’ve seen Jake when he was pissed. He has a vein on his forehead that bulges. But I have never seen him as pissed as this. He was beyond anger, beyond rage. He was murderous.
“Shut the fuck up.” He whipped his head back to Marco, drew his fist back, flung it at him. His rage made him clumsy, and Marco dodged the punch. He threw his arms around Jake, held him to the bed, pinned him there. Jake was cursing his lungs out. “You motherfucker! I’ll kill you! You were my friend, you cocksucker! Fuck You! FUCK YOU!”
I ran over to Jake, held his arms. Marco took his feet, and eventually Jake calmed down. He was just as livid, but he was under control. And he was asking questions.
“Who are you?” He asked me.
“It’s Rachel.” I smiled feebly, hoping with asinine hope that I could persuade him with a grin. Yeah, right.
“Don’t you EVER say that, you BITCH!” He yelled. Specks of spit flew off of his lip. He regained his composure, turned to Marco. “Erek? Is he in on this?”
Marco shook his head. “Dude, Erek is pissed at us. We fucked him over to save the world, he never forgave us. And even if he did, he’d never help to pull off a stunt like this. You have to believe us.”
Jake shook his head. “How? How do I know it’s you? Maybe you’re Cassie in morph.”
I shook my head. “Jake, when we morph, do we morph scars? No. Scars aren’t part of DNA.” I walked over to him, raised my shirt over my belly button, showed Jake the scar I got on my stomach, the scar I got when Tobias Sliced me like a loaf of bread you get fresh from the oven when it’s gold and flaky on the outside and white and fluffy on the inside and with melted butter and raspberry preserves not seedless though what kind of a pussy buys seedless raspberry preserves slashed at me in morph. Scars on the morph body show up vaguely on the human body sometimes, and this was one of those times.
Jake looked at my stomach, at the scar. “Maybe you’re a Chee. Maybe not Erek, just another Chee.”
Now I was getting pissed. I walked over to him, punched him in the gut. He doubled over, and I got a look from Marco, one of those what the FUCK looks. I looked down at Jake holding his gut. “See? Does it look like I’m programmed for non-violence? If you still don’t believe I’m a Chee I can step on your scrote and squish your nuts across the room like a fucking caterpillar.”
“Goddamn, I missed her.” Marco laughed. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen her kick the crap out of someone!”
“I swear to Christ I will fuck you up, Marco.” Jake hissed, barely containing his rage.
“MArco, leave us alone.” I told him.
“Are you sure? Can you take him if he attacks you?”
“Yeah, sure.” I pushed him towards the door, he took the hint and went the rest of the way unassisted. The door closed, I looked to Jake. “Hey, you.”
Jake looked at me, eyes dark.
“I know why you’re taking this so badly. I told you not to blame yourself for sending me with Tom.”
“No.”
“Jake, I knew it was a one way trip. I told you that it was my choice to go. You made the right choice. Someone had to go, and it had to be me.”
“Shut up.” He said. Tears filled his eyes.
“No. No one else knows I told you that. Noone else heard me tell you not to blame yourself. Not Erek, not the Chee, not the Ellimist. It was private thought-speak. Jake, I’m alive. I still love you. I don’t blame you.” I walked over to him, and he backed away.
“Get away.”
“No, Jake. You have to come to grips with the fact that I’m alive, Jake.” I knelt in front of him, wrapped my arms around him. Squeezed. He fought me, but I just squeezed harder. “Jake! It’s not your fault! Okay?”
‘No! NO! Nooo!” I heard his voice break, felt his tears soak my/ Marco’s clothes, and then I heard silence. I felt his arms come up, and I felt him hug me back.
“Rachel.”
‘Bout time.

JAKE

Yeah. I snapped. Fuck you. You would have snapped too.
Rachel called Marco back in. He opened the door, sat on the edge of his king sized bed, and looked at us.
“Do we feel better?” He asked.
I nodded, still hugging Rachel, my eyes red and wet from my tears.
“Good. Do you need a few minutes or can we get down to business?”
That shocked me. “Business?” I asked.
“Yeah. We need Tobias. Rachel wants to see him.”
I nodded. “I’m not sure how he’s going to react, man. I took it really shitty, and he and Rachel were really close.”
Rachel let go of me. “I know, Jake. But I have to talk to him. It’s worth a shot.”
Made sense to me. I looked at Marco. “Bost Bro Brookline. Hellenic College. He lives in the steeple of the church, eats their pests. Rachel?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s old. I’m not sure how much longer he has to live. The full life-cycle of a hawk is 18 years. Tobias didn’t aquire that hawk at the beginning of his life. He probably only has a couple of years left.”
“That’s assuming I can’t get him to be human.” She said defiantly.
“You might be able to. But that’s assuming that he will believe that you’re Rachel.”
“What do we have to lose?”
“You have a lot to lose. So does he.”
“Oh well.”

TOBIAS

I was over the doors to the chapel. Boston was a great place to live. The entire campus was my territory, and if I couldn’t eat as a hawk I could always eat as something else. Finding money was easy. I’d never steal, I’d save the change I could and buy dinner.
They have great lamb there.
Eating as a human was becoming more frequent now. Hawks don’t live as long as humans, and I was equivilant to 60 years old in hawk years. Really difficult to catch mice when your old a shit.
I was fortunate this time. I had caught my rat, probably older than I was. I was sitting on the ledge over the door, gazing out at the city-scape of Boston. I love watching it from my perch. But my life was about to change.
I looked out there, saw all the architecture. I could see the shipyard and the Coast Guard Cutter Eagle. I saw the students heading out to the Hoyt, using the movie as cover for what they really wanted to do afterwards, involving fumbling under pink panties in cars or dorms. Rachel and I went to movies all the time, but not for the sex afterwards. We went because our time was precious together. It was very precious, because I could only spend my life with her in two hour intervals.
That didn’t matter anymore. Not anymore.
The sun was setting, and I was about to fly back to my steeple to spend the night with what little bit of Rachel I had left. That little bit happened to be in an urn on my main perch. I spread my wings and “Tobias!” I stopped. Darted my head back and forth. Then I saw them.
Jake and Marco.
“Hey, Tobias.”
“You look older.”

Fuck them. I didn’t need them. I spread my wings and flew above the trees. Why were they here? Especially Jake.

I flew into the night, and saw Jake and Marco as little dots. I flew on, and saw a bald eagle over my steeple. Shit. Just what I needed. A fucking predator flying my territory. Fuckin’ wild. I aimed for a tree branch a distance away, steering clear of the bigger bird.
I overshot the branch, hit another, felt my musles strain to compensate for my error. Who the fuck was talking to me?
I asked.
Shit! The bald eagle.
I asked.

Someone was in my steeple. I flew off my branch, hurtled towards my church. The eagle was in my steeple! Probably messing up my change stash, fucking up my nest, Rachel’s urn, everything! I saw the eagle. In my sites. I raked my talons forward, closed my wings, prepared to hit him.
The eagle gazed at me. My surprise was gone! I flared upwards, straining for altitude before the eagle could get off the ground and fuck me up.
Why not? I was tired. My wings were sore. I was out of breath. I couldn’t fly for much longer anyway. I perced in my stoop, nervous around the eagle, putting all of my faith in what? Didn’t know.
The eagle hopped on top of the urn.

I lunged at the eagle, but I was slow and tired. It dodged nimbly out of my way. And then it changed.
Blonde hair shot out of the normally white head. Amber eyes turned blue. Feather melted into skin. I was looking at a plucked chicken with a blonde wig. If I hadn’t been so pissed I would have laughed my ass off.
The eagle shot up into the air, grew bigger, 3 feet, 4 feet, 5 feet, almost 6 feet. I Yellow scaly legs turned into pale skin and a blue leotard. The chest swelled up, forming two perfect breasts. The beak melted into two rosy lips and a nose. I saw what emerged, but I didn’t see who emerged from that eagle for a few seconds. Then it dawned on me.
“Demorph, Tobias.” she told me.
“Been alive? 3 days. Marco flew Jake and me up here. Jake knew where you lived, and I wanted to be with you.”
“No what?”
“Tobias, demorph. Let’s talk as people.” she looked at me, eyes sad. If it wasn’t Rachel, she was putting on a great act. “Tobias, if I fly away, I am never coming back. You have to have faith in me. I…” she stopped, finally realized what she had perched on in her eagle morph.
She looked at the little metal jar. It was small, smaller than most urns because there was not very much of her to burn. She picked it up, ran her fingers over the inscription.

RACHEL PATRICK BERENSON
SEPTEMBER 7, 1985
JULY 26, 2002
SHE HAD IT ALL
SHE GAVE IT ALL
THE WORLD OWES A DEBT THAT CAN
NEVER BE REPAYED
SHE SHALL BE SORELY MISSED
REST IN PEACE

“Jesus, this was me!” She turned the urn over in her hands, lifted the hinge top, peered inside. “Why is there so little of me?”
I was begging now. Old wounds were reopening they never fully healed, numbnuts and it was the most painful experience I have ever gone through emotionally.
An osprey and a peregrine faclon flew into the loft, and perched on the 2x4 rafter overhead. They began to change.
Marco said as he began to emerge from the osprey. He was fully clothed, as was Jake. They learned how to morph full clothing too, I thought to myself. I looked at them both, then at ‘Rachel’.
“Demorph, Tobias.” she told me.
What else could I do?
I demorphed and they told me everything.

MARCO

Tobias took it much better than Jake. Jake, Rachel and I kept on eyeing the urn. We were all kind of freaked out, I guess, knowing that the ashes in that jar belonged to the blonde bombshell sitting next to me.
Rachel managed to convince Tobias that she was here to stay. Don’t ask me how, I don’t have a fucking clue.
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