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"It looks like Max's DNA is just too weird for my machines to reproduce."
"There's nothing we can do- im sorry sam."
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Those words rocked sam to his core. He didn't believe it at first, he didn't want to believe it. Sure many cases had been dangerous before and could've ended horribly but they always pulled through- right? They're the freelance police they always figure it out in the end.
Sam kind of just stood there for a moment letting those words repeat like a record "Theres nothing we can do". He felt numb, the whole world was collapsing around him. Without max there really wasn't a purpose for him, surely there was sometime else they could do.
He could feel everyone's eyes on him, he hated marinating in this pitty. It wasn't over. It couldn't be. Without a second thought he let his feet carry him outside, sam looked around for a second. It was so quiet, it felt unreal. Sam had gotten so used to hearing the gun fire and crashing in those two weeks, without sleep it felt like an eternity.
His chest tightened as his eyes met the crater where max had once stepped, when he looked up for a brief moment he begged for giant max's eyes to meet his but of course they didn't. Because he was gone. And there was nothing he could do.
Slowly he made his way down the street, sam ignored the world around him. The city was bustling again to say the least and life was returning to it. It was as if they didn't care that a giant monster that just so happened to be their beloved President had just attacked the city.
Eventually he reached an ally, he could hear someone getting mugged. The sound triggered his mind, yet his instinct to act and defend the victim was over ruled when he noticed the void beside him again. There really was no point if max wasn't there to tag along. He could stop the perp but it just wouldn't be satisfying without max to crack a joke or do something considered insane.
So instead of helping, he carried on.
Everything after that was a blur. His mind finally shutting down from shock. There was only so many times he could repeat the same phrase and then talk himself out of it.
When he came to he was looking out to where it all started, the calm before the storm, the statue of liberty.
He walked over to the barrier between him and the water and basically collapsed. He gripped onto the railing trying to collect himself, sam wanted to cry, he wanted to let it all out. He wanted the pain and suffering to end. He wanted his little buddy.
But nothing happened.
Sam took a breath and stood up again, his heart dropped as he starred at it. If only he had stayed with max for five more seconds rather than running off.
Max was okay, everything was going to be fine. It was just going to be like every other mission. Narrowly escaping disaster. But no. Not this time. The universe wanted to play a cruel trick. After everything they had done, all the work they put in to close the case. In just a moment it was all taken away.
Sam took off his hat and gripped it close to his chest, giving a moment of silence for his little buddy. With a sigh he put it back on. Yet he still lingered, deep down he was waiting for something, anything to happen.
Then, all of a sudden, sam heard a strange sound and shuffling behind him. Reluctantly he turned around and came face to face with the old time machine from months ago. Smoke and a blue light came out of it. Sams mouth fell open and his heart fluttered as he stepped closer to the machine. It all seemed too good to be true.
He swallowed, trying to not get too excited as he looked inside for any signs of life (max).
Just as he started to feel disappointed again he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. The void beside him was gone. Quickly he turned and was met with the murderous white ball of fluff, max, who also turned to look at him. "Oh- hi sam!"
He knew it! He knew Momma Bosco was wrong!
"Holy beer battered princes of maine and king in new England in a glass bottom boat with a trip-hop DJ and the second runner up in the miss teen Oklahoma pageant. Its past max in his time traveling elevator!"
"Whats shakin?"
Without warning sam quickly scooped up max and hugged him. He missed this so much. He didn't care if max bit him or something along the lines of physical abuse. All that mattered is that he was back and in his arms, safe and sound as if nothing happened.
"Max i thought you- wait a second wheres the past me?"
There was a second of panic in his eyes before he blew it off. "Oh yeah about that" he started walking off a bit "we were on a case and you go turned into a monster with electromagnetic powers so i kinda had to blow you up"
Max turned around and grinned. "It was horrible!"
Although it was great to see max again it kinda hurt to have something so big like him dying being blown off, sam put his hands in his pockets and looked away deep in thought. Max took notice and quickly changed the subject.
"Sooo wanna stop some crimes?" he pulled out his gun and flashed it for the night sky to see.
That seemed to bring sam back. "Lets! Where do we start pal?"
Max started walking forward waving his gun around carelessly "i heard there's this new supervillain in town called the banker! Hes created a bored game...THAT KILLS" max went into a menacing stance for a moment to give emphasis, sam followed closely behind. A huge smile spread across his face and he shook his head.
Pausing, he dismissed the elevator and continued on. "And there's ramblings that the horrible rat queen has been summoning all her minions to her secret nest beneath the city, subsuming them into her blood-caked fur to form the unstoppable Uber-rat, Empress of slaughter!"
"Oh boy! I can subdue her with my acid-slicked whip like tongue!"
"You don't HAVE an acid-slicked whip like tongue."
"Oh. Well i can still drool on her until she begs me to stop"
"You crack me up little buddy!"
They continued to walk into the sunrise, blabbering about possible cases. Finally reunited.
But not everything is as it seems at first glance. Sometimes things are too good to be true.