Spoilers: None.

Summary: Gary's lost someone important in his life, as he failed to keep him alive.

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The Death
by Ally McKnight
 

"How could I let him die, Dad?" Gary sobbed.

Bernie put an arm around Gary's shoulders, and hugged his son close to him. He kissed the top of his head.

"It's not your fault, Gar. It was his time. It was out of your hands."

"I should've done something, Dad. It's all my fault that he's.....he's....dead!" Gary buried his head in his father's shoulders, crying hysterically.

"It's okay, buddy. I'm going to help you through this. It's okay. Shhhh, stop crying...shhh...."

Bernie sighed. He wished there was something he could do to help his son, but there was nothing. Gary wouldn't listen to reason. It really wasn't his fault. Bernie realized he just had to be there for his son, and maybe, eventually, he'd be ready to start over again.

"He was too young to die. He had so much to live for. He was so free, and he had so many dreams."

Gary couldn't believe it. How could he have let him die? Why? Why him? Why did God have to take the only really good things in his life?

"I can't live with what I did, Dad. I was just too scared, I couldn't move. I couldn't save him."

The door to the loft opened quietly, and Lois Hobson entered Gary's home. She walked swiftly over to Gary, and enveloped him into a huge hug.

"Honey....honey....it's okay." Lois handed him a small paper bag. "Open it up, baby." She smoothed the hair off his face, and kissed his forehead. "It'll make you feel better."

Gary looked up at his mom, tears spilling down his face.

"What is it?" He asked, sniffling, and brushing a stray tear off his face.

"Open it." Lois handed him a tissue. "First blow your nose, baby."

Gary blew his nose, and tossed the used tissue over his shoulder, hitting Don King square in the face. He opened the paper bag, and gasped.

"Is this....is this...."

"Yes, honey. It is."

Gary slowly reached into the bag, and took out the small blue circle.

"I don't know if I should keep this," he said, shakily. "I don't want to be hurt again."

"Nonsense, Gar," Bernie said softly. "This one's a bat. They live longer."

"Really?" Gary asked sniffling.

"Yes, baby," Lois answered him, kissing his forehead.

"And I'm sure this DigiPet will live longer."

Gary began to play happily with his new DigiPet. He vowed right then and there to take care of him for the rest of his life. This one wasn't going to die on him.

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