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Summary: A Captain Planet drabble, part of a series of Ma-Ti/Gi stories.
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"I'm gonna miss you, Ma-Ti," Gi whispered, wrapping her arms around her younger friend.
"I'll miss you, too," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
The two held each other a bit longer than they had with any of the others—around them Kwame was still saying goodbye to Gaia, while Wheeler and Linka showed no intention of breaking up their three-minutes-and-counting kiss anytime soon. The new fleet of Geocruisers were already loaded and waiting—five of them, each smaller than the original model, and each set to take them to different countries around the globe. But this time, their trips weren't just for quick missions or outings.
"I can't believe we're really leaving."
Gi nodded. "Me neither," she said softly. Indeed, the thought still made her mind reel a bit—she had lived here on Hope Island since she was, what, fourteen? But now that the Ecovillains weren't a problem anymore, they all needed to go off in different directions, find new and better ways to help the environment...she was excited, she really was, but she was also terrified. No more seeing her friends, her surrogate family, really, for who knew how long? Thinking about it that way was almost too scary to fathom.
"It won't be so long," Gi lied.
"Yeah. Sure." Even now that he was a tall, lanky teenager, the youngest Planeteer still had a hard time forcing back tears as he said goodbye to all of his friends.
Finally, the two parted, forcing smiles onto their faces as they gave each other one last goodbye. And then a few minutes later they were in the sky, flying away from each other in opposite directions.
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E-mail was a godsend. Gi spent most of her time in the big capital cities of Asia, advising heads of states and CEOs on environmental issues, but all she needed was a charged laptop and she could keep in touch with her friends from Siberia to Thailand, from desalination plants in Israel to whaling boats off the coast of Japan. And the Geocruiser made it so much easier to get around to wherever she needed to go on missions—and sometimes, for an added bonus, to see her friends too.
She saw Linka most often—she spent most of her time in Russia, but she also took an interest in some of the democratic and environmental issues in China as well, so they had managed to meet a few times on joint missions or whenever they just happened to be within easy flying distance of each other. Wheeler was sort of an unofficial "environmental czar" to the U.S. president, but traveled around to a lot of other places, especially wherever Linka happened to be, so Gi saw a lot of him too. Kwame was focusing on the conflicts and famines on his home continent, though he often spent time in Europe or America negotiating with governments or companies that did business there—she had only seen him once or twice, on missions where they tried with limited success to stop the flow of arms into war-ravaged Sudan.
Gi had not, however, managed to see Ma-Ti at all.
It wasn't really surprising—they were too far apart geographically for easy visits, and they didn't even have a chance to go on missions together, since Brazil had little trade with Asian nations. And while Gi spent the bulk of her time in cities negotiating with the powers that be, Ma-Ti was mostly working on down-to-earth issues—deep in the rain forest helping people and animals, where he had little chance to charge a laptop or send a letter to any of his friends. Even his Ring was of limited use—he could contact Gaia if need be, but its connection to any of the other Planeteers was pretty weak from halfway across the world.
Still, Gi managed to get the occasional missive, as Ma-Ti was sure to try to contact his friends whenever he got a chance. Sometimes they came on e-mail, sometimes normal mail, and sometimes simply delivered by Wheeler, who got to see him a bit more than anybody else. And Gi was delighted every time she read one of his letters, and had a chance to hear his voice echoing in her head. The tone of his carefully-written words was tired but cheerful, which helped to pick up her mood whenever she was down. And it was refreshing, reading about how he was going into small Indian villages and just talking with the people, dealing directly with those in need—Gi was feeling more and more oppressed these days by the constant bureaucracy she had to deal with, and each time she heard from Ma-Ti she vowed to find more time to go out and imitate him, traveling somewhere where there was a drought or a flood that could use her first-hand help rather than more helpless pleas to distant governments.
But still, his letters made her sad, too. The more she read, the more she really missed him—really hearing his voice, seeing his bright eyes, talking with him face-to-face. She often found her mind drifting to that last day together, those last words, that last hug...
It was fifty weeks after they had left Hope Island that Wheeler suggested a reunion on the anniversary of their departure. Even with a fortnight's notice, it wasn't easy to arrange—Gi had to reschedule a meeting with the Indian Speaker of the House and a Tibetan human rights group, but managed to get a week off from any responsibilities and fly there on time.
Kwame wasn't there by the time she arrived, while Wheeler and Linka were already out of their planes, making out as Gaia looked on and rolled her eyes in amusement. And standing a bit off from the others was another familiar figure, now even taller and lankier than she remembered, looking up at her approaching plane and smiling softly to himself.
Gi grinned as she stepped out of the Geocruiser, and the two looked at each other silently for a moment. Then without a word they wrapped their arms around one another, smiling warmly.
"Ah...I missed you, Ma-Ti."
"I missed you too, Gi," he agreed, his voice trembling slightly once again.

Description

Summary: A Captain Planet drabble, part of a series of Ma-Ti/Gi stories.
________________________________________________________________________________________
"I'm gonna miss you, Ma-Ti," Gi whispered, wrapping her arms around her younger friend.
"I'll miss you, too," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
The two held each other a bit longer than they had with any of the others—around them Kwame was still saying goodbye to Gaia, while Wheeler and Linka showed no intention of breaking up their three-minutes-and-counting kiss anytime soon. The new fleet of Geocruisers were already loaded and waiting—five of them, each smaller than the original model, and each set to take them to different countries around the globe. But this time, their trips weren't just for quick missions or outings.
"I can't believe we're really leaving."
Gi nodded. "Me neither," she said softly. Indeed, the thought still made her mind reel a bit—she had lived here on Hope Island since she was, what, fourteen? But now that the Ecovillains weren't a problem anymore, they all needed to go off in different directions, find new and better ways to help the environment...she was excited, she really was, but she was also terrified. No more seeing her friends, her surrogate family, really, for who knew how long? Thinking about it that way was almost too scary to fathom.
"It won't be so long," Gi lied.
"Yeah. Sure." Even now that he was a tall, lanky teenager, the youngest Planeteer still had a hard time forcing back tears as he said goodbye to all of his friends.
Finally, the two parted, forcing smiles onto their faces as they gave each other one last goodbye. And then a few minutes later they were in the sky, flying away from each other in opposite directions.
________________________________________________________________________________________
E-mail was a godsend. Gi spent most of her time in the big capital cities of Asia, advising heads of states and CEOs on environmental issues, but all she needed was a charged laptop and she could keep in touch with her friends from Siberia to Thailand, from desalination plants in Israel to whaling boats off the coast of Japan. And the Geocruiser made it so much easier to get around to wherever she needed to go on missions—and sometimes, for an added bonus, to see her friends too.
She saw Linka most often—she spent most of her time in Russia, but she also took an interest in some of the democratic and environmental issues in China as well, so they had managed to meet a few times on joint missions or whenever they just happened to be within easy flying distance of each other. Wheeler was sort of an unofficial "environmental czar" to the U.S. president, but traveled around to a lot of other places, especially wherever Linka happened to be, so Gi saw a lot of him too. Kwame was focusing on the conflicts and famines on his home continent, though he often spent time in Europe or America negotiating with governments or companies that did business there—she had only seen him once or twice, on missions where they tried with limited success to stop the flow of arms into war-ravaged Sudan.
Gi had not, however, managed to see Ma-Ti at all.
It wasn't really surprising—they were too far apart geographically for easy visits, and they didn't even have a chance to go on missions together, since Brazil had little trade with Asian nations. And while Gi spent the bulk of her time in cities negotiating with the powers that be, Ma-Ti was mostly working on down-to-earth issues—deep in the rain forest helping people and animals, where he had little chance to charge a laptop or send a letter to any of his friends. Even his Ring was of limited use—he could contact Gaia if need be, but its connection to any of the other Planeteers was pretty weak from halfway across the world.
Still, Gi managed to get the occasional missive, as Ma-Ti was sure to try to contact his friends whenever he got a chance. Sometimes they came on e-mail, sometimes normal mail, and sometimes simply delivered by Wheeler, who got to see him a bit more than anybody else. And Gi was delighted every time she read one of his letters, and had a chance to hear his voice echoing in her head. The tone of his carefully-written words was tired but cheerful, which helped to pick up her mood whenever she was down. And it was refreshing, reading about how he was going into small Indian villages and just talking with the people, dealing directly with those in need—Gi was feeling more and more oppressed these days by the constant bureaucracy she had to deal with, and each time she heard from Ma-Ti she vowed to find more time to go out and imitate him, traveling somewhere where there was a drought or a flood that could use her first-hand help rather than more helpless pleas to distant governments.
But still, his letters made her sad, too. The more she read, the more she really missed him—really hearing his voice, seeing his bright eyes, talking with him face-to-face. She often found her mind drifting to that last day together, those last words, that last hug...
It was fifty weeks after they had left Hope Island that Wheeler suggested a reunion on the anniversary of their departure. Even with a fortnight's notice, it wasn't easy to arrange—Gi had to reschedule a meeting with the Indian Speaker of the House and a Tibetan human rights group, but managed to get a week off from any responsibilities and fly there on time.
Kwame wasn't there by the time she arrived, while Wheeler and Linka were already out of their planes, making out as Gaia looked on and rolled her eyes in amusement. And standing a bit off from the others was another familiar figure, now even taller and lankier than she remembered, looking up at her approaching plane and smiling softly to himself.
Gi grinned as she stepped out of the Geocruiser, and the two looked at each other silently for a moment. Then without a word they wrapped their arms around one another, smiling warmly.
"Ah...I missed you, Ma-Ti."
"I missed you too, Gi," he agreed, his voice trembling slightly once again.