Author's Note: And here's the last scene. :-P Hope it's fun! Also, the Sherry Squires Fanfiction Contest has started. For more information see the account "Scarecrow Contests", and please note me or the other judges if you'd like to participate.


They sit in a puddle side by side. Filthy water on filthy docks and filthy people. Jonathan looks out numbly, oblivious to the sunrise leaking pink and gold over skyscrapers. He's ashen.

"Your bike is gone."

Harley shrugs, surprisingly tranquil while dripping. "Yeah, well. There are others."

"You really liked it." He smells like dead fish and pollution.

"I kinda like you better." Her makeup is ruined. Black runs in with the white. "Jon, ya should've told me that—"

"Tried." His voice snags.

Lips quirking, she tilts her head into his neck. "At least we didn't drown this time."