Let Him Go

A/N: An AU story, where Matt didn't die, and Scott was the only one not to make it. No dreamworld exit at the end of Oblivion. Jamie, Matt, Scarlett and Pedro talk about Scott.

Jamie

Brothers. That's what we are, Scott, or Flint, or whatever your real name is. But what are names? They are just labels given to us by others. Not who we really are. But you'll always be Scott to me.

You left me, Scott. You left me when Mortlake twisted your spirit, crushed you. You left me when you turned to Chaos. But I left you as well. So much for sticking together, hey? But Matt was right, whatever he said. He knew, didn't he, that you would save us all. You betrayed us, and we betrayed you, but without you sacrificing yourself, we'd have lost. So, yeah, you turned back in the end. Then you died, which sucked.

So wherever you are now, Scott, you were good in the end, which was what mattered. Brothers are forever, Scott. I know you're still listening, somewhere. But now... I have to let you go. Goodbye, brother.

Matt

Scott. I knew what you would do. But I couldn't change it. I wish I could. I wish I had the power to do that. But I never could. The Almighty Leader wasn't so great in the end, huh? You were right, in a way. But I think we understood each other in the end. We knew each other a lot better than we thought, through the hostility and anger. But things go a certain way, and you're probably bored of me speaking, so I'll shut up now. See you on the other side, Scott, and stay safe.

Scarlett

I didn't know you, Scott. But it's funny what we know about those we don't know in the end. You saved us, and we won't forget. You hated Matt, but in the end, you understood him. You didn't know me, but we were both on the fringes of the Five. You were the closed-off one, the wounded. I was the only girl, the one who everybody else nearly died for. We were weak at the beginning. But we were actually the strongest, at the end. I don't really know where I'm going with this, so I'll stop. R.I.P, Scott, wherever you are.

Pedro

Stick Insect, you called me. You didn't realise how much that hurt. Then you joined the enemy. You didn't realise how much that hurt, either. But you never thought about little Stick Insect, did you? From the beginning to the end. I tried to heal your wounds, but you couldn't be healed. But, at the end, I think you were. At the end, you realised. At the end, we knew each other. From Venice, where your right hand hunted me and your left hand helped me, to the Antarctic, we were linked together. You hurt me. I healed you. But sometimes, that has to happen. I think I'll be seeing you soon, Scott. We'll all see you again one day, somewhere. So adios, amigo. Will I still be Stick Insect when we meet again?

A/N: That was sad to write, but I'd love your feedback. Sorry about the huge delay, but I'm in the process of leaving Fanfiction. So adios, amigos. Keep writing for this fine section, please, and may you all prosper.

Goodbye,

Eaglistic