-Seto's POV-
It was beautiful. It looked like it was real, like a picture taken and printed out. I hugged Mat, and thanked him for it. I teleported home, and hid the picture in my small box of valuables under my side of the bed with my childhood photo album. Brice would never find it unless he went snooping around. He wouldn't dare.
I ran back to the main hall, and took Choco aside. He looked confused, but followed me outside. "Choco, do you have ANY family left?" He nodded. "Why?" He chirped.
"I may have found one. The other like you is in a weird zoo kinda place, like Preston's mom was." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "That's okay. I can get her...?" "No." "What?" "No. Let her there. She deserves it. She tried to sacrifice me. No." "Oh. Okay..."

-Preston's POV-
Rob was jittery for some reason, and was pacing the room anxiously. Finally bored of watching him pace, I stepped in his path, stopping him cold. "What's up with you today? You're acting very strange." "I'm not okay, Preston... I don't know why, but I don't... feel good." "Like, sick?" "Yeah... But I'm never sick! The last time I got sick, I was 4. That's 10 YEARS, Preston."
"How bad do you feel?" "I feel awful." "What's wrong?" "My stomach hurts... But so does my head, my muscles, my nerves, everything. But my stomach hurts most." "How bad was it 10 years ago?" "I nearly died. I was in the hospital for a month." "Oh. That's bad."
"I know, so it's really upsetting if I'm actually getting sick. P, if I get sick, be prepared. You have every right to hospitalize me if need be. Because when I'm sick, I'm sick. It's not pretty." "Rob, settle down for a few minutes, lay down and rest. I'll come get you when it's time for dinner. K?" "Fine. Welp, night." "Good night, Rob."
When he was asleep, I closed the door quietly, and let him sleep. I immediately warned the staff to stay out of the room, and I notified the medic that Rob wasn't doing too good. When it came time for dinner, I found Rob still fast asleep, so I let poor Rob sleep. He really needed it after two consecutive all-nighters. Maybe that was the source of his mass fatigue? Doubtful, but very possible.
Rob slept for the majority of the next day, waking up twice to go to the bathroom to puke. He looked awful, with super pale skin, sunken eyelids, and a look of miserable pain on his face. The medic kept a close eye on him, and for the most part let his system try to overcome the illness on its own. When that failed, I decided it was time.  He'd already given me permission, so I did as I was told, and he was in the hospital in less than an hour. He looked so terribly sick that I couldn't bear it anymore.
I watched the castle while Rob was absent, but I stayed by his bedside while doing it. Not once did I leave him while he was there. He was released after a week of intravenous medical fluid, needles, medications, rest, etc. He was wiped out, and he still wasn't feeling his best. I confined him to bed, too worried he'd get worse. He slept a week straight, and barely woke up the next week. When he did though, it was to throw up what little he ate. And he ate VERY little. Half an apple, and he was sick.
Rob's stomach hadn't been very strong in the first place, but this illness took everything out of him. The guys got nervous and worried for Rob's health, and it just stressed me out. Sky kept them at the house most days, and would check on us occasionally. The staff worked around Rob's illness, and tried to accommodate and adjust to the temporary change in power of Rob to me.
I had no intentions on taking out orders, but was forced to when Rob didn't get better. He didn't get worse, but no better either. I cared for him, and waited patiently for him to get better. It took a few weeks, a little over a month before he began to get a little better. He was up longer, and it wasn't all to just throw up. It was to go outside for a few minutes, to walk and exercise. He wanted to move, but it hurt him to move. He clung to my shoulder whenever he stood up, and when he walked, he held my hand tightly, and leaned on my side to keep upright. He finally got better as his system flushed out the illness.
I tackled Rob the first day he was better, because he'd worried me so much it hurt my chest. I let him change and shower after a while of just sleeping and puking, and he seemed overall much better than before. I helped him downstairs, seeing as he was still a little shaky, and was met with the guys, and sitting in the main hall waiting. "Hi?" "Hi, Rob. Feeling better?" "Much. Thank you for asking."
"Rob, can you follow me?" I said. "I don't have a choice unless I wanna fall, so sure." I led him to the surprise I'd set up, and he almost fell over, despite me holding him upright. It was surprise, and confusion. In front of him was Bianca, his horse. He was confused as to why she was at the gate with Marshmallow. "Preston, what did you do?" "Me? Nothing. You aren't finished following me. Come on."
The staff helped us both up, and I spurred Marshmallow through the gate, and checked to see Rob still following me. He caught up, and asked, "Where are you taking me?" "Your surprise. It's technically a mix of a late birthday present and a get well present." "Fine. Lead on, P." I took him through the plains, and then past the city that we get our food in. His face morphed from confusion to curiosity.
Crossing a river, I stopped, and Rob pulled Bianca to a halt behind me. I then led Rob to the actual surprise, and his breath cut short.

-Rob's POV-
It was sooooooo cool. I couldn't believe he'd put this together for me. In front of me was the theatre I'd gone to when I was super little, like, 3-5. Preston giggled and dragged me inside. The theatre had shut down several years ago, but was functioning as it had when I was little.
The power was back, it was clean, but no one was there. Preston took a bucket of popcorn that was somehow already there and ready, and led me to the first theatre room. Inside was an empty room, but the projector was on, playing nothing in particular. I sat down with Preston next to me, and the screen changed. Up popped a home video of me when I was tiny.
I was maybe 2, and my mom was sitting on the floor with me, playing with me. She looked up, and waved over someone off camera. They came into the shot, and I gasped. I didn't remember this, but the person who came on screen, was Preston. He looked tiny, and if I was two, he was probably like, 3 months if my maths is correct. As I watched in the video, he sat in front of me and started to play.
I felt Preston's hand wrap around mine tighter. He asked quietly, "I found these videos in your room when you were still sick. Do you remember these? I don't." He looked at me head on. I shook my head. "I don't remember these. I wish I did though."
It changed to another one, and we both looked slightly older. Me, 3 years, Preston, about 5 months. My mom was holding me upright, helping me walk, while Preston held my hand and walked next to me, both of us wobbly. Whoever was behind the camera, had very steady hands, because the camera didn't shake once. Another clip had my dad in it, and the camera was suddenly shaking. It'd been my dad that'd been holding the camera. My dad looked so relaxed, it hurt to remember they were both gone.
Another clip showed my mom, crying in a hospital. The camera, and my dad, went into the room behind my mom, and I saw myself. The only other time I'd been sick in my life, and I looked worse than I thought I had. Preston lay asleep on the bottom of the bed, shaking slightly, like he'd been crying. The camera turned, and faced my dad. His face was red, and his eyes were kinda puffy.
What had happened that they all cried like that? Then I realized there was sound. My dad was talking to the camera. "Well, it really hurts me to say this, but... Robert... He might actually die. We were just told that he's not getting any better, only worse. I just wanted to mark the date, time, and what happened. Um, Rob got sick a few weeks ago, a few days after his 4th birthday, and since then, he's gone into two separate comas. He had heart failure the other day, and the doctor somehow brought him back. But the doctor just told me that if he doesn't improve, we'll have to make the dreaded choice that no one likes. "
My heart froze momentarily. They almost had to kill me? Ya know, take me off life support? Was it really that bad? I mean, heart failure? I almost died?!
It hurt me to see my dad so broken, and seeing Preston at the foot of the bed made it worse. Preston, the one next to me, sniffled a little, and held my hand even tighter. I looked at him, and he just stared sadly at the screen. He turned to me, and saw my bewildered expression. "What?" "Do you remember this?" "Yeah... That stuff isn't easy to forget, Rob." "Why didn't my mom show me these?" I muttered.
Another clip played. I looked better, running and playing in the yard with Preston. A boy approached me, maybe 8 or 9, and he looked suspiciously like Sky. He had the brown curly hair, glasses, and color scheme- gray on black and gray. Mom chased him away, yelling and waving her staff at him. He teleported, disappearing. The younger Preston and I kept playing like nothing had happened.
The last clip played. It was Dad talking while holding me, asleep, in his arms. "So, Rob just fell asleep on the floor, and his little friend has disappeared for the night. I believe the boy's name was Preston? Well, I can sense a connection between them. Robert, and/ or Preston. If you ever find this- that is, if your mother doesn't burn it- my advice to you is, cherish each other. Never let go. You two have a bond no one can break. If it's a friendship or something more, know that I love and support you both. In my eyes, neither of you can do any wrong. I am old and sick, so I may not be there to tell you. I love you two."
The clip ended, and so did the projector. I wiped a rogue tear from my cheek, and glanced over at Preston. He seemed happier than before, like now a weird weight had been lifted off his shoulders. I dug around in my pocket, and pulled a piece of wire I would occasionally fiddle with. I wrapped it on my finger and pulled it off when I finished. I turned to Preston. (You all know what's coming next!!!)
"P, ya know, it was never official why I let you keep that crown. I'm hoping that it is now." I fiddled with the ring I had made, not sure how to continue my thought process, when my mind blanked. "Rob, what are you going on about?" Preston sounded borderline overexcited. "I had a question P, but I can't remember. I honestly can't. It was important, but my memory is awful. I just made this," I held up the ring, "but can't remember for the life of me why." "Were you gonna ask me to be Queen?"
"Yes! That was my question." He giggled a little. "Of course, dummy." I smiled. "I love you, Preston." "I love you too, Robbie." "Let's go back home, shall we?"
Preston helped me up, and led me out to the horses. "C'mon. The guys must be dying to see you all healthy and stuff again. "I guess so. K, I'm ready. Are you?" "All set." It took maybe 20 minutes to get back, and I could make out Sky's tall, slim body standing at the front gate against the glare of the sun.

"Ready?" "As I'll ever be, Preston."

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-A/N-
This was LONG, coming in at 2174 words. I've never written that much in one chapter. But it was worth the screaming Poofless fangirls. I myself was a screaming fangirl, and I was WRITING it. My hand was shaking as I typed, so don't be surprised if there are spelling or grammatical errors. Just mark it if it's a severe error, and I'll fix it. K? Love you guys!
                            ~Percabeth1Jackson