Thanks to Thunderstorm101, DPcrazy, MoonlightUmbreon, CatalystOfTheSoul, TexasDreamer01, Niece of the Prophet Zarquon, Miriam1 and Luiz4200 for reviewing. Your reviews really encouraged me during this whole fanfic.

I hope this epilogue would satisfy all of you.

Danny knocked on the window. Without waiting for a reply, he flew through the window. The blonde sat up in his bed.

"I heard what happened from the others. How do you feel?" He asked carefully.

"Fine." Dash replied.

"Do you still have ghost powers?"

Dash shook his head.

"But after what I did, I deserve that." The quarterback mumbled.

Oh, so he was conscious during the whole ordeal? Hah! He knew he shouldn't go ghost. Sam said that it was his ego but it was a precaution step.

…

Ok, fine. It was his ego. But hey, it paid off. Ego aside, he really should be focusing on Dash. The jock was awfully quiet. That rarely ever happens. Dash always wants to make sure he was noticed. This was not a good sign.

The halfa rubbed his hand behind the back of his neck. This was really awkward. He never knew that he would actually be trying to comfort the bully whose sole purpose in school seemed to be making his human self's life miserable.

"It wasn't your fault. Trust me, all of us had our experiences with being controlled." Danny tried to console. Remembering Freakshow, he couldn't stop a shudder. Freakshow may just be human, but he was more dangerous than most of the ghosts he fought, even Vlad sometimes.

"Who?" Dash asked.

He was interested. Good.

"Me, Sam, Tucker. All of us."

"Not Danny."

"Actually, him too. I just forgot to mention him." Danny quickly added.

Dash merely stared down at his hands. His right hand, to be exact.

"It's not that bad. At least you wouldn't accidentally destroy anything in your sleep." Danny said.

Dash looked down. His voice was so quiet that Danny almost missed it.

"I couldn't fly."

His hand stopped rubbing his neck.

"I wanted to fly like you. That was the one thing I wanted the most." Dash's voice was barely audible, as if he wanted Phantom to hear it, but didn't want him to hear it at the same time.

So that was the reason. Although Dash had ghost powers, he couldn't fly. The time he was controlled wouldn't really count, and they always walked to the warehouse. During the brief time he had of being a parta, his feet had barely left the ground.

Danny smiled.

"I can fix that." Danny said and reached out his hand. Dash stared at the glove hand before taking it.

"Hold on tight." He instructed as he lifted Dash from his bed. His feet fused in a ghostly tail as he brought the bigger boy into the night air.

Dash gave a whoop of pure joy as the wind whipped around them. The halfa smiled to himself. Looks like someone was having fun.

"Did you have a heavy dinner?" Danny asked.

"No. Why?" Dash asked confused. Danny grinned.

"Good."

Dash screamed as the halfa dove into a steep dive, followed by loop the loops and all the other tricks Danny knew. He knew he was showing off, but he couldn't show off his flying skills to Sam and Tucker because that would just be mean, but Dash wanted to fly, so he would give Dash the best he had.

"This is awesome!" Dash yelled.

"We're just getting started." Danny announced as he increased his speed.

Near enough to see them but far enough not to trigger the halfa's ghost sense, a green swirl fixed its red eyes on the two teens.

Gradually, it took on a human form. His red eyes faded to blue as they were filled with fatherly love for the blonde.

He had kept his promise. After nine years, he had fulfilled is promise to his nephew. He remembered the time when he was a jet flyer. His nephew had been impressed by what he could do in the sky, and had expressed more than once of his desire to fly on his flyer jet.

He could still remember himself rubbing Dash's blonde head gently, promising that he would let the young boy have a ride, but he… he died in a car crash before he could give Dash the ride he promised.

Even if this wasn't exactly the same as what he promised, at least it was close. His only regret was losing control back then. He had foolishly thought that he could let Dash fly with his power alone.

The figure started to fade, but he held on. He didn't want to pas on, not yet. His blue eyes kept on the two teens flying in the air. He waited patiently until the halfa returned his nephew to his room.

By then, he was barely hanging on to his being in the living world. His body was barely visible. Even when he came practically face to face with the white-haired teen, he didn't set off Phantom ghost sense.

Phantom… He rasped.

The ghost boy finally noticed him. The glove-covered hands clenched into fists as he tensed.

Thank you…

Phantom stared at him in confusion. He looked behind Phantom. His nephew was the last thing he saw before he finally let go.

Take care, Dash.

And so the life as a parta ends,

But please remember to leave a 'hand',

Cause I'm sure Dash would like to know,

Dat people remember his uncle's soul.

The vote for the robot's name is:

"Please Review" robot, PR for short – 1

Poetess – 2

Keke – 1

The first name to get 5 votes will be the robot's name. My vote is with Keke. So it should be:

Keke – 2

Please review.

Anyone notice something (or two things) different from usual with what the robot said?