As the gunshot rings out and echoes across the land, Slone and Victoria reach the place Midas and Jones had landed at.

"You heard that, right?" Victoria hums, turning to Slone.

"Indeed. We may have found them."

They pick up their speed and approach Fort Crumpet. Entering into the centre of the building, they find John Jones on his knees in front of a pile of dust.

"Mr Jones, thank goodness you're alright." Victoria sighs in relief, kneeling next to him. "Now where's.....oh..."

She finds her revolver beside him and looks at the pile of dust in front of him. Now she knew why he was crying.

"You killed him yourself?"

He nods.

"Hmph. Good riddance." Slone scoffs, folding her arms and walking out. "He's not my problem anymore."

Victoria rolls her eyes, disgusted by Slone not caring. Jones uncovers his face, tears streaming down his face.

"He was everything to me...I loved him..." Jones whimpers. "And now that makes 2 lovers that have died because of me. Janice because I couldn't save her, and Midas because he was beyond saving..."

"I could see that. I'm... really sorry you had to kill him yourself."

"It... It's okay... It's my fault all this happened anyway." He sighs sadly, hugging his arms. "It's... what he wanted though...I was just blinded by love."

Victoria, despite only knowing the guy for 10 minutes, wraps her arms around him comfortingly.

"You did everything you could to help him. You were there for him until the end." She comforts him. "I'm sure he'd be proud of you for helping him put his suffering to rest."

Victoria fishes out a silver box and begins putting Midas' dust particles in it. Jones wipes his red eyes, his tears drying up on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Usually with a vampire's dust remains I dispose of it..." She explains. "But I think you'll want to keep him around. So here."

She passes him the filled up box.

"Take this and do what you wish with it. I must be off now... I've caused you enough trouble and grief and I don't want to make you feel worse."

"Thanks Victoria..."

"You're welcome. Goodbye Jones."

With that, she leaves Jones to his thoughts. He looks down at the box containing Midas' dust and sighs.

"C'mon Midas... let's go home..."

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*knock knock*

Jules looks up at the front door and smiles, rushing to open it.

"Midas! Jones! Oh thank goodness you're..."

"Jules.... he's gone..."

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A month later in late October...

Despite having no body to bury, Jules insisted that Midas got a funeral. Anyone related to him, whether they be agents or friends, were invited. It was held close to Halloween so everyone could have a commemoration/Halloween celebration.

As for Midas' grave, it was placed near his mother, Agatha's grave. The box of dust Victoria gave Jones was put on top of it.

Slone and her guards were still on the island even after bringing the Mothership down, while leaving the people sent up to activate the bombs to die, but she seemed to be occupied with other things and not bothering Jones anymore.

Cubes were rolling around the island and gathering at the centre to awaken their queen. But that wasn't any of Jones or the others concern anymore.

For now, they just wanted to unwind and relax.

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Light-hearted laughter can be heard as Jules, Marigold and other people chat among themselves. The commemorative spooky festivities were in full swing and everyone was having fun remembering Midas' legacy and enjoying the spooky month.

Well... almost everyone...

Jones was sat on the couch alone with a bottle of whiskey admiring the ring Midas had turned to gold. He was never usually this upset about something, but losing him had taken a real blow to the blond.

He didn't feel like doing anything else but grieving over Midas...

With a sigh he steps outside into the back garden and to the newly placed gravestone with a couple of candles and a lighter he grabbed on his way out.

"Hey buddy... thought I'd come see you..."

He sits beside it and begins lighting the candles and putting them next to the grave.

"You look as though you could do with a little light around here."

Nothing responds to Jones but the cold autumn wind. He sighs, hugging his knees.

"Um...a lot of stuff happened since you left..." He explains. "Slone defeated the aliens...but betrayed us and left us to die on the Mothership..."

...

"We managed to make it out alive though. Buuut now a bunch of Kevins are rolling around the island and surrounding this golden cube."

...

"We think it's their queen. But we're not worried about it for now... this evening is about remembering you..."

He takes a swig of the whiskey in his hand and down a lot of it.

"I just... haven't been able to figure out what to do with myself. I just miss you Midas...I want you to come back..."

He covers his face, tears falls from his eyes.

"I don't know what to do without you by my side..."

....

A ghostly familiar voice responds.

Jones opens his eyes, looking up at the direction of the voice. His heart shatters when he sees what is in front of him.

It was Midas, but in a more ghostly form. He wore all black, and had purple eyes and hands plus white hair. Even his blind eye was visible and he had purple dust particles coming off him as he moved.

He gives Jones a small smile and a kind expression.

"M-Midas?! You're alive-"

Midas puts a finger on his lips, showing that he could touch him. He then removes his finger, letting Jones go.

"B-But, how? How did...How are you-"

He chuckles lightly, his voice echoing in the darkness.

"I...No. I'm having a hangover aren't I?" He laughs. "I just had too much to drink and now I'm hallucinating. You're not actually here...are you?"

Midas folds his arms, raising an eyebrow.

He offers out a purple hand, beckoning Jones to take it. At this point Jones didn't care if he was in a dream or not. It was a chance to be with Midas again. He takes it and the two of them teleport inside the house and into Midas' room.

A majority of Jones' stuff was inside it now since ever since Midas left he refused to have a room of his own and took his room instead. None of his stuff had been touched for a while.

"Okay. So how did you get here?"

Midas explains, putting his hands together.

"So you can't be seen in the light?"

Jones chuckles softly, a small smile forming on his face for the first time in ages.

The blond wipes his eyes, wrapping his arms around Midas softly. He missed these soft and tender moments with him. A warm feeling in his heart bubbles happily as the two of them embrace each other.

"It's so nice to hear you again. I've missed that deep sultry voice of yours~" Jones mutters in a flirty tone of voice.

Midas' echoing voice purrs.

"Mhm. Can I just say how lovely your hair is? I didn't know you could rock white so well."

Midas laughs, blushing with a grin. They gaze into each others eyes, lost in a trance. If this was a dream, Jones definitely didn't want to wake up. He leans closer to Midas, their lips almost touching.

Then he presses his lips against Midas', giving him a deep and passionate kiss. He quickly deepens it, putting his hands on Jones' cheeks. They desperately didn't want to part lips, afraid that Midas would suddenly disappear from sight.

"Midas... could you sleep with me? I... don't really want to be alone right now..."

Jones clambers under the covers, Midas remaining on top of them.

He smiles a little, his tired heavy eyes closing slightly. Midas hums, doing the same and holding onto his hand. He plants a kiss on his forehead, sending him to sleep.

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In the morning...

Stretching his arms, Jones slowly wakes up to the sun shining through the window. He had a rough headache from his alcohol intake, but it wasn't that bad. Turning beside him he's not too surprised to find Midas had disappeared as the sun came out.

Jones smiles lightly, being more happy than he had been in over a month. He wasn't sure if last night was a dream, but he hoped it wasn't.

Miraculously, even in death Midas had a way to find his way back to Jones.

And he loved that about him.

He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he would do anything to get it.

Getting up from his bed he looks back at where Midas once was and sighs, leaving the room.

"...see you later goldie..."