Hey everyone! I was able to finish this chapter sooner than I expected (that is, before the exams). Also, as of this chapter the story is complete. I'll miss writing this, but I'm glad I got it done before my exams. I will continue to write for Henry Danger, but it may take a while before you see something on here again, whether it's a one-shot or multi-chapter (at least until July). But until then, here are, for the last time, my responses to your reviews:

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Man, that guy is fast! Henry thought to himself. Once he was standing in the corridor, James was already halfway to the other end and still going with a steady pace. If Henry had just been a bit slower with making sure the Belcher siblings could not escape and run away, he might have missed James completely. Geez, was he in a rush or something?

"James!" Henry called out for him. "Where are you—"

At that moment, James stopped and turned to Henry. For a fraction of a second, Henry thought to recognize sadness on James' face, even if there still was determination in his eyes. He was leaving, yet it looked like James did not want to, as if some bigger force forced him to.

"I'm leaving," James stated as neutrally as possible. As soon as he began to speak, he seemed to be putting on a mask, hiding his melancholy behind an air of indifference. As if pretending he did not care would make this easier for him, for the both of them.

"R-Right now?" Henry stammered, "But you can't—"

"But I have to," James interrupted him, insisting on doing something he probably did not want to do. "Henry, my work's done. There is nothing keeping le here. Look, I've got to go now…" he trailed off and was ready to turn his back to Henry and to walk away without any second thoughts.

"James—" Henry said, but he couldn't go any further than that.

"Please," James interrupted him. "Do not make this harder than it already is." It seemed to Henry that, in a way, James was trying to tell him to shut up, that with each word the sidekick said, it was harder for James to leave him behind.

But Henry didn't want him to go. Not now, at least. After all these days, he still hadn't been able to shake the feeling that the man in front of him looked familiar. He started to suspect they were sharing some sort of connection, that they knew each other. Henry wasn't ready to let go of the mystery time traveler yet.

"Look," James eventually said after a deep sigh, "Ray lives. Focus on that, will you? I'll be fine." A melancholic smile appeared on his face and Henry got the strange feeling he added those last three words to soothe him. The sidekick opened his mouth to reply, but soon closed it again. Instead, he nodded in response, in agreement. I won't say anything. You can go quietly.

James sighed in relief. "Goodbye, Henry." The time traveler turned around and then walked away. He went from a slow pace to a faster one, until it looked like he was running away from Henry. The boy watched him leave, did not move until the time traveler disappeared behind a corner and had effectively left Henry.

"Goodbye, James," Henry said softly before returning to the Belcher siblings and Ray. He closed the door behind him. James did not return.

Being drugged wasn't that bad. It had happened to him before. some villains liked to drug him and then bring the hero to their lair, where he would wake up and beat them after they'd revealed all of their plans to him. No, he wasn't afraid of being drugged by someone. The part that's really scary is what they do to you once you're out cold and unable to prevent them from doing harmful things to you.

So, naturally, when Ray was starting to wake up, his first reaction was to jolt (dict.) up, completely bewildered and unaware of what had already happened.

"Easy, easy." Ray's eyes darted to Henry, who was sitting close to him. He calmed down a bit when he saw that familiar face, though he still felt that sense of danger, as if they both were now in danger. But as he calmed down, he began to take in his surroundings. He wasn't at June's apartment anymore – he was back at the Mancave, laying down on the couch.

"You…" Ray said, but he didn't get any further than that. He had no idea how to finish that sentence, but the options that came to mind were you saved me, you helped me and you got me away from June, how? Because even though he was already quite drugged, he did remember that it was June and someone else working together against him, for some reason. He failed to remember who helped her, but it had to be a bad person.

Henry nodded, figuring what Ray meant. "You're welcome," he said.

Ray sat up on the couch and more questions rose. How did Henry manage to save him from her, assuming 'save' is the right word to use? How long had he been here already? How long had Henry watched over him? It probably was rather late. The absence of Charlotte let him know that it had to be late, since she always left at a certain hour to go home.

"What happened?" Ray eventually asked – better start at the beginning, right? "Did she do anything to me?"

Henry shook his head. "Not that I know of. She did try to kill you."

Ray frowned. "By drugging me?" That was quite a dumb move, though it probably was logical in her eyes. It may have had an effect on an ordinary human, but you couldn't overdose the indestructible hero.

"By suffocating you," Henry replied. He was having trouble keeping a straight face, showing hints of distress and agony. "If we arrived ten minutes later, you'd be gone."

Ray blinked a few times after gaining this new information. So even if he was indestructible, he'd still need to breathe. Logical, but not fun. That's another weakness to add to his short list of weaknesses, right under the tears of the jolly beetle. His mind darted back to June, to the woman who played him all these days just to get close to him so she could kill him.

"June!" he exclaimed, "What about her? Is she…"

"Don't worry," Henry said, interrupting him, "She and Brad are in jail now."

"Brad?" Ray frowned. "As in, invisible Brad?" Did he have something to do with this? No, it couldn't be… Then again, there was this mystery voice replying to June right before he passed out and it could've been his.

"That's the one," Henry said, confirming the identity of the mystery man who was with June, "It turns out they're siblings. They both wanted to get rid of you, I guess. But me and James…" He trailed off, and glanced down when he mentioned the time traveler. Ray took this as a sign that something had happened to James.

"We saved you," Henry eventually continued. "It wasn't easy, but we did it."

"Where's James?" Ray immediately asked as soon as Henry was done talking. It took him a while to continue the conversation.

"He's gone," Henry said, "He left as soon as you were safe. He didn't go into detail, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome." That's all Henry had to say about the goodbye. But there was more to it. Ray knew Henry wouldn't react like that if there hadn't been more to it.

"So, he's really gone?" Ray asked him. Henry nodded solemnly. He didn't really say anything.

Ray stood up from the couch. "Well, too bad," he said, "I would've thanked him for his help if he had stayed any longer." Then he placed his hand on his stomach before looking back at Henry. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. You up for a pizza?"

Ray walked to the snack machine and waited for Henry's answer. When their looks crossed, they both knew Ray was faking his indifference – how else would he cope with the time traveler he never really wanted around in the first place? As if it would make the loss seem less painful.

"Yeah, sure," Henry replied.

From that moment forward, they rarely spoke about James the time traveler. The last official mention of the time traveler was that Henry and Ray raised their glasses for one last salute. Of course, that didn't stop them from thinking about the future, and whether it had changed for the better or the worse.

Dang it, Henry! James thought as he walked past the corner. You couldn't just let me go quietly, could you? He didn't have to run. Yet the speed at which he was moving now comforted him. The bigger the distance between him and Henry, the better. He didn't want Henry to be around to see what was going to happen next.

When James raced down the stairs of the building, he realized he always knew. he may have pushed it at the back of his mind, the memory of what could happen to him may have just returned to him, but he felt like he always knew this was how it would end. The future, the one he grew up in, was gone, has been replaced by a brand new future, one James wasn't part of. Soon it would be his turn to disappear. How many minutes, how many seconds did he have left? He didn't know just how much, but if he really wanted to say goodbye, now was the best moment.

He walked out of the building, reaching in his pocket for his phone. He typed in a phone number and called it. The phone went over twice when Jasper picked it up.

"Hello?" Jasper said at the other side of the line.

"Hey, Jasper," James said, hoping he wasn't speaking too quickly. He didn't want himself to worry too much about his fate.

"James?" Jasper said, sounding confused. "How did you—"

"Got it from Henry," James replied, having anticipated the question about the phone number. "Listen up, there's some things I have to tell you."

"Okay," Jasper said, not sure what to make of the call. He was confused, had no idea what was going on. To him, it seemed like James was calling him for no apparent reason.

"Alright…" James took a deep breath and said the words he often told himself when the world around him went insane. "Jasper, run like hell because you always need to. Laugh at everything, 'cause it's always funny. Never be cruel and never be cowardly, and if you ever are, always make amends."

James stopped talking. He didn't know how to stop there, because he had no idea what to say next. For a short period of time, there was silence. but eventually, Jasper spoke.

"Did you just quote the Doctor?" he asked.

James frowned. Had he quoted the Doctor? He ran through the plot of every episode he's ever seen and then realized that, yes, it was a quote from the Doctor. He groaned – that was one of the things he didn't want to be wiped from his memory! He barely remembered anything from Doctor Who, but he wished that he at least had those memories back.

"Yes," he said. But what episode was it from again?

"But why would—" Jasper began, but he trailed off. Only a few seconds later he continued to talk. "You're saying goodbye, aren't you?

Clever boy! But James would have preferred that Jasper had not known the quote came from a moment of goodbyes and farewells. There was no point in hiding it now, was there?

"Jasper…" James tried to say something, but Jasper was quicker.

"You're leaving already? Why?" Jasper sounded disappointed, sad, confused. James couldn't blame him – he barely understood what was going on, and they never liked it when a person left them. But this was one goodbye James couldn't avoid.

"Ray lives," James explained, "Jasper, we did it. The future's been changed. I'm going to have to go. I don't even known how much longer I have." James paused and took a deep breath. Saying it out loud made it feel permanent and he already became stressed out. How many more seconds before he'd vanish into thin air?

"Jasper, please," he continued. He couldn't hide his own fear anymore, and now was begging rather than talking neutrally. "Just promise me you'll live by those words."

It was silent at the other side of the line. For one moment, James wondered whether Jasper was still listening or not. yet, eventually, he heard the words he so desperately needed to hear.

"I will, Jasper said. James nodded in response. Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Thanks," the time traveler said, then gulped. "Listen, I gotta go. Farewell, Jasper. Say goodbye to Charlotte for me."

"James, wa—" Jasper never had the chance of saying another word. Right before James could officially stop the call, it vanished, fading away in his hands. James stepped away in shock and before he knew it he was breathing quicker than usual, shaking on his feet. With the phone gone, he sure would be next!

C'mon, Jasper! Take it easy, calm down, one voice said.

"But I don't want to die," James muttered in response, staggering backwards, heart racing. He was surprised he didn't shout it out loud.

Just calm down, the voice urged. Breathe. And James did as the voice told him.

He breathed in. He told himself it would have happened either way, so it was best to just accept it.

He breathed out. He couldn't feel his hands or feet anymore. There were no hands or feet anymore.

He breathed in. Panicking won't help, just… just let it happen.

He breathed out. The feeling in his elbows and knees disappeared. it was spreading faster than expected.

He breathed in. Easy, Jasper. Happy thoughts.

He breathed out. The picture of Naomi and his little girl came to mind – oh, how he wished to know her name!

He breathed in. Maybe it wasn't that bad an ending after all. He did good. He didn't remember much of the future, but he did good. He was good, he was right. He just made it a better place for his wife and daughter. They wouldn't live in the bad future he had to experience.

James never breathed out again. Any sign that the time traveler actually had been around, including the time machine, had vanished into thin air.

THE END