A/N: Takes place immediately after the end of the movie. I do not own.

Velvet happily wiped the tears from her eyes and slowed her horse down as she approached her friend. "Mi!" she cried out and he turned toward her, squinting his eyes in confusion. Velvet bounded off the Pie and threw her arms around Mi.

"I've come to say good-bye," she explained. "Mother and Father told me you were leaving, but you just couldn't go, not yet, not before you knew."

"Knew what?"

"About your father, of course, and how he knew my mother, and oh, Mi, it's so wonderful!"

"So what's so wonderful about it?" he asked, holding her at arms length and narrowing his eyes.

"Why, your father trained my mother to swim the channel, just like you trained me to race the Pie. Isn't it marvelous?"

"Oh," he said, releasing her.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" asked Velvet.

"Now Velvet," he said, "Look, I—Look, you're all lighted up again. Now—" He paused and retrieved a handkerchief. "Now look," he said applying the handkerchief to her tear strewn face, "just because you won the Grand National doesn't mean you can race all over. You've got to—"

"Oh, it's all right," said Velvet. "The Pie doesn't mind."

"It's not the Pie I'm worried about."

"Never mind that," said Velvet. "Only promise you'll write, won't you? We'll all miss you, of course, me and the Pie and Mother and Father and Jacob and Edwina—"

"Yes, yes, I'll write when I get settled."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm—not sure, yet. Probably head to London first."

"I'm sure you'll do wonderful, Mi," said Velvet, beaming up at him.

Mi said nothing, only looked at the ground briefly and then back at Velvet, her face shining with trust and faith in him. His hands slid from her shoulders to her upper arms and he shuffled an inch closer. Velvet cast her eyes down, her hands on his chest.

"Mi?"

"Yes?" he replied, his chest constricting.

"You will come back, won't you?" she said softly.

He paused and said huskily, "Velvet?"

"Yes?" she answered and she looked back up at him.

He hesitated before softly placing his lips on hers. "Yes," he murmured against her mouth. "I'll come," he said and he placed another kiss at the corner of her mouth before turning away and continuing down the road.

Velvet looked after him with wondering eyes and her fingers at her lips. He had gone nearly twenty feet when she came to her senses and shouted after him, "Mi, you forgot your handkerchief!"

"Keep it!" he yelled back, turning back for a single last wave good-bye before returning to the road.

A/N: So, I haven't read the book, so I decided to just set their ages at 14 (Velvet) and 18 (Mi).