Hey guys! Sorry it's kind of late on Friday, but here it is. I hate to break it to you, but this is, as the title says, the last chapter. :( I hope y'all have enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I hope this is a satisfying conclusion. I tried to wrap up all the loose ends without having to use a lot of awkward character dialogue. Anyway, please let me know if you still have any questions. Thank y'all so much for being such loyal readers and sticking with this story through its inconsistent early chapters and its long hiatus. Y'all have been so amazing! Thank you.

He was floating, or flying. It was a weird sort of in-between state. Not quite floating, not quite flying. Drifting maybe? It didn't matter any how. Regardless of what he called it, he would continue to do it. He always did. He always floated or drifted. Moving along with the flow of, of… Well, what was it? Ectoplasm? Mist? Something else? Again, it didn't matter. He would still follow it as it flowed and swirled and swayed. It was a motion, a rhythm. And there was nothing beyond it. At least, not that he could see. It was a never ending chasm of the greenness. And he was in it. No, not in it, a part of it. It was him, and he was it. But sometimes, something would disrupt it. The smooth flow of it, would be changed. He would hear something, a voice, a sound, a sob. But then it was gone; no more. Sometimes, he would see something. Not a clear image, more of a color change. A shape formed in the pattern of the green stuff. But again, it would fade away almost as soon as he saw it.

It was strange being apart of the green stuff, but he didn't know why. Hadn't he always been apart of it? Something told him the answer was no. That there had been something beyond the green, something outside it. He had been outside it. But it didn't matter now, did it? Up to that point it hadn't. Then, something changed. He felt. He hadn't felt anything before; he had just existed. But now, he felt. He felt separate from the green stuff. He was his own entity. Then, the green began to fade. It faded into different colors. The swirls formed shapes around him. He could hear a voice. He couldn't understand it, but he could hear it, clearly.

He strained his eyes, trying to make the swirls clear up. They began to, slowly. Too slowly for his taste. Finally though, he could see. He made out the image of a girl sitting to his left. He focused his attention on her and realized the voice was coming from her. As his vision cleared, so did her words.

"Come on, Danny. Please."

Danny. That was a name, his name. Concentrating hard, he tried to answer her. But he couldn't seem to move his mouth. He couldn't move anything. He realized that his eyes were mostly closed. He was only seeing a small, blurry image. He tried to open his eyes wider, but before he could, the girl got up and left the room.

He allowed his eyes to shut and did his best to take a deep breath. It felt weird, but good. He took a moment to muster his strength and tried again to open his eyes. This time, he was able to open them all the way. Almost immediately, he shut them. It was so bright! This time, he opened them slower, allowing them to adjust. Once they were open, he looked around the room. He was laying on a bed in a room her didn't recognize. He felt himself start to panic, but forced himself to calm down. He focused on his memories. Almost instantly, like a door being flung open, he remembered what had happened. Vlad. The battle. Taking the blast head on.

He looked down at his body. He was in his human form. Moving slightly, he could feel a thick bandage wrapped around his middle. Stupidly, he tried to sit up. Regretting it instantly, he slid back onto the bed, feeling nauseous. He shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The feeling died away, and he opened his eyes again. He needed to figure out where he was. This room, it was wrong. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was he hiding? Were his parents still trying to find him?

Just then the door opened again, and Jazz appeared. Her eyes fell on Danny, and her face lit up. "Danny!" she shrieked and rushed over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"Uh, Jazz!?" Danny gasped, his torso and stomach screaming in protest.

"Right. Sorry." Jazz let go of Danny and helped him lie back down. "It's just, well. I'm glad to see you awake."

"How long have I been out?" Danny asked anxiously.

Jazz sighed, "A month." Danny's eyes widened. Jazz wrapped her arms around herself, "Honestly, we weren't sure you were going to wake up."

Danny's head drooped, "Sorry."

Jazz reached over and grabbed his hand, "For what? For saving our lives?"

Danny blushed and looked away, "It was nothing."

Jazz laughed, "Yeah right. Tell that to mom-"

Danny's head snapped around, and he gripped Jazz's hand, "Mom?"

A smile spread on Jazz's face, "Yeah. They've been here the whole time. They're in the kitchen if you want me to get them." She started to stand up, but Danny shook his head.

"Not yet." Jazz nodded and sat down. "So, what changed? Why did they…" he trailed off.

Jazz shrugged, "I'm not sure. I guess, seeing you the way you were and what you did for us was really what changed their minds. After Vlad left, they helped us get you inside the house. Well, what was left." She pretended to give Danny a stern look, "You and Vlad did a number on it."

"Hey, that was all Vlad," Danny interjected.

"Whatever," Jazz smiled, "Anyway, I got this apartment, and we moved you over here since the house was in such bad shape. Dad's been working on getting it fixed up, and we managed to convince Mom that she was the most qualified to help you since she designed the gun that hit you." She gave him a meaningful look, "I know they were wrong, but you should know that it was really hard on them to see you like this and have to make that decision. If it weren't for them…" she didn't finish.

Danny nodded, "Thanks Jazz. For everything."

She smiled, "It wasn't just me. Sam and Tucker helped a lot. So did Danielle. Actually, she probably deserves more credit. She played a big part in changing Mom and Dad's minds about you."

"Where is she?" Danny asked, hoping she hadn't taken off.

"I think she and Sam went to go see how they were doing on the house while Dad came over and took a break."

Danny nodded again, "Alright. Can I see Mom and Dad now?"

Jazz smiled and went out of the room.

Danny shut his eyes and prepared himself. He knew it would be weird. It had been a while since he had seen them. Even though he trusted Jazz that they had accepted him, he still felt a bit scared. He heard the door creak and opened his eyes. His parents stood awkwardly in the doorway staring at him. He smiled, "Hey."

Maddie's eyes filled with tears. She came over to the bed and gingerly wrapped her arms around Danny, "We are so sorry, sweetheart."

Danny wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the slight pain, "It's okay, Mom."

She straightened up and shook her head, "No. It's not. I can't imagine what you've been through because of us. I hope you can forgive us."

Danny smiled, "Of course I can."

Maddie smiled, "Thank you." Then her eyebrows went up as if she had just remembered something, "Oh, you must be starving. I'll go get you something to eat." She turned and hurried out of the room before Danny could tell her he wasn't really interested in eating right now.

Jack came over and sat by the bed, staring at his hands. Finally he said, "I hope you're feeling better. We couldn't take you to a hospital, so…" He trailed off.

"I'm feel pretty fantastic all things considered," Danny joked darkly.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, "I really am sorry, Danny. It's just-"

Danny cut him off, "It's fine, Dad. I understand. It's a pretty big bomb to drop on anyone, especially you guys."

Jack looked up and smiled at him, "It's good to have you home, Danny-boy."

Danny smiled, "It's good to be home, Dad."