The last part of our story, well that I'm gonna tell you anyway. As Disney is being a pain, I have to say they own, "Max, Danny" and anyone else from the movie. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it.

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"Danny, look out!" I cried pushing him out of the way.

Danny crashed onto the floor with a loud thud; shock and terror filled his face as though he could still feel my emotions. Suddenly, I screamed; a new pain shooting up my leg; the sound of bones breaking filled the silent theater. My foot crushed under the weight.

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Nothing matter; everything was completely numb, except the agonizing pain shutting up my leg. No one spoke; all to shocked to respond. I bit my lip; my body trembling as I fought to contain the million curse words upon my tongue. Wood splintered against my leg, my long shirt ripping at the hem as I tried in vain to move from beneath the weight. Blood ran down my leg; each second seemed to increase the numbness. Soon, voices and shocked gasps began to circle about the room, but my gaze remained locked on Danny.

He simply stared at me, terror sketched across his features. Footsteps sounded behind me; the blood draining from my face. I saw Danny frown at something….someone behind me. I felt Max's ice dark eyes bear into me, but the pain in my leg outweighed his stern glare. Glancing out into the audience, I saw nothing, but the blinding white and blue lights shielded the audience from me, like an invisible force field, trapping us.

My vision faded in and out of conciseness every few seconds; the pain overwhelming all of my other senses. My eyes drifted back to Danny as he crawled towards me, but he was thrown backwards, further away fro me. The audience gasped with excitement, all thinking it just part of an act. I opened my mouth, but Max cut me off.

"We appear to have some technical difficulties, but now lets have Danny finish his trick," Max said, blocking me from view.

Hushed voices of agreement swept through the theater followed by a small round of applause. I glanced over at Danny, but only terror filled his pale face. His eyes drifted over to Max and then snapped back to me. I shook my head at the unspoken question, even as blood began to pound in my ears.

Turning around towards us, Max forced Danny to his feet, whispering something into his ear. Something inside fell into my stomach as Danny's gaze turned onto me. Again I shook my head, but he ignored me as Max forced him forward, his arm wrapped around Danny's shoulder.

"He's ready to try again and now lets finish this contest," Max said.

He leaned closer to Danny and whispered, "It's your move Danny."

He shoved Max away slightly, but Max's smile only grew. Suddenly, mom called out from the audience. "What about, Serena?" She needs help."

I cringed as through in pain. But it wasn't fro my leg; I couldn't leave Danny, not after everything that Max had done to both of us. Everything was just happening so fast; it just didn't seem normal. Max answered Mom's question, but his words are just a blur in my memory now. Danny just stared at me, trying silently to remove the damned ring off of his finger. The red jewel glinted in the overhead lights; it appeared as though it was smiling in mockery at me.

Suddenly, I felt the weight lift away from my foot; the bones pressed together, blood completely drained from it. A single color was visible, white. Blood vassals pulsed just below my skin and for a moment I thought the bone might have broken through, but examining it, it was fine. I glanced over from Max to Danny and back again, trying to see my savior.

My breath caught in my throat as Max nodded shortly, reading my thoughts like a book. Cringing again, I pulled myself away from the weight and tried to stand. My right foot collapsed beneath me and I crashed into Danny; his arms once more wrapped around my waist to keep my steady.

"Are you all right?" Danny asked, his warm, concerned breath tickling against my ear.

I nodded against his chest, shivering uncontrollably. Danny just held me; his body rigid and stiff with uncomfortably with the eyes of all the audience upon us, but I didn't care. Nothing else mattered to me, but suddenly I felt him turn me around. I pulled away slightly,, but he wasn't looking at me; his eyes were locked onto Max.

Clearing his throat, Max said, "Her parents can take care of her, Danny. Now we really must get going the audience isn't going to wait for ever."

Danny released me, but his left arm was still locked around my waist as I leaned on him for support. He nodded, but didn't say anything. In the background, I heard people becoming restless, but the three of us couldn't deal with them. His hand slid up and I winced; the burns from earlier still tender to the touch. The show was over and it was now something else entirely different. The word was parched on my tongue, but I dared not utter it. Max didn't say anything, but just then Paul rolled a box onto the stage.

"A package for Danny Sinclair," he said.

I glanced up at Danny, but he seemed just as confused as me. Max turned back to the audience, a large smile curled up upon his lips.

"Well it seems like yet another twist has been added to tonight's events," he pulled out a sword from the box.

My body stiffened, but then I remembered the ring, the ring was the only thing that kept Danny from fighting.

"Danny, the ring," I said softly. He glanced down at me and held out his hand for me to remove the ring; something long and silver come crashing down between us. I felt Danny pushed me away as I crashed onto the floor, staring back up at Max. His eyes didn't flicker away fro my once, hatred and loathing in his dark stare. Mom shrieked and tried to get to me, fighting off the other people holding her back. Distant cries of "it's a show, she's fine. JUST SIT NOW. Go home," rang throughout the theater. Mom ignored them all, bit Max didn't even look over at her.

"A stupid mortal, not knowing what she got herself into," Max gaze seemed to say. Turning to Danny, he asked, "so you want to play hero to the girl in distress?"

Danny glared at him, but turned towards the audience. "But then every magician needs a beautiful assistant…. Wouldn't you agree, Max?"

Max chuckled and ran his finger gingerly along the silver blade. No one seemed to speak; everything was still, except Max's shoes clicking against the stage. He glanced over at Danny and then at me, until he was directly between us, separating us.

Twisting the sword in his hand, he said, "I don't know, it seems that ever someone messes with something beyond their control, "he turned completely towards me, "it can be quite a mess to clean up."

He jammed the sword down, but I was quick enough to move away, except my hands were drenched with sweet. Sliding out from beneath me, I collapsed onto the floor; the pain in my leg shooting up again throughout my body. I glanced at Danny, a look of confusion sketched onto his features. Suddenly, I felt Max hand against my shoulder, that iron grip, making it impossible to shift away. His hand slid further down my back as he pushed my forward, "helping" me sit up. I tried to watch him closely, but my vision was again beginning to fade in and out.

Something silver glinted against the lights as Max whispered into my ear. His hot breath sending chills down my spine, even as I write this, those words are stuck in my memory.

"You failed, you little brat," he sneered. At the last word, I heard screaming and someone screaming out my name in panic, before everything went black.

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(Danny's POV) A small, short scream filled my ears as she fell upon the stage. Without a second thought, I ran over to her knocking Max out of the way.

"Serena!" I cried my throat tightening as I stared down at her.

Her mother's cries and screams filled the room, alone with her fathers' stern voice calling something, but my thoughts were solely on her. Yet the sword had disappeared from her stomach, but after everything I had been through I knew not everything was as it appeared. With my thoughts cleared from that damned ring, my thoughts were still focused upon my magic. My damned powers, they never did any good and had hurt the only person who had seen me for me.

I cradled her in my arms, her head fell against my chest as my arms wrapped around her still body. Her blonde hair hid her face and her lips were still, frowned in pain, a pain that I had indirectly caused. Max stared at me and smirked; every fiber of my being screamed at me to hit him, but the audience kept me still. No one could know what was really going on; they were all under the pretence that this was an act, except for the weight.

My fingers brushed against her broken foot. She flinched away from my touch. I tried to say something, but no words seemed to fit with everything going, partially since I meet her. Max shot me a look, but I ignored him.

Laying her back down, I turned to the audience, but Max cut me off. 'Now lets really get this-"

"You Bustard!" Serena's mom scratched as she clawed her way through the crowd.

Max tried to calm her down with some lame excuse of it being part of an act that Serena had agreed to perform and it was all fake. I opened my mouth to say something, but a tug on my arm stopped me. Instantly, whispers sprung up through the theater with people pointing, but my eyes were locked onto her.

Brushing her hair away, I whispered, "Serena?"

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(My pov) "Serena?" His voice…it was his voice and already I felt safer.

My eyes inched open and I saw relief flew onto his features as he brushed my hair away. I small, worn smile spread over my lips, but even as I regained conciseness vibes of danger surged through the air around the stage. Clapping sounded through the room, but I twisted around and saw Max trying to calm them down.

"Danny?" I asked.

He leaned in close; his arm wrapped around my shoulder as he helped me sit back up. "Yeah."

Without a word, I slid my arm around and slid the ring off his finger, just as Max turned back towards us; death written in his eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

Danny glanced over at him, fear passing through his features before he masked his feelings, like the way he always did.

Standing up, he said, "Doing my last trick and," looking at the audience, "Max has agreed to help."

I watched them bow towards the audience, but I heard myself whisper. "You're move Max."

Without a single word, Max flicked his wrist and sent Danny flying towards the ceiling. "Danny!" I cried, but my voice was drowned out by the large crowd.

Gasps filled the room, just as Mom tried once more to reach me. Yet the invisible force field held her back; nothing mattered anymore, it was the showdown between Max and Danny; the show was completely gone. For a moment, Max looked at me, a smug smirk on his face. I gulped and backed away, but my leg was killing me; small amounts of blood dripping onto the stage. Ignoring it, I stared up at Danny; my mind racing with possibilities.

I bit my lip; his voice ringing in my ears as he began to panic as he was spun around. None of my thoughts were making sense, but I shook my head, something had to be able to stop Max….the ring. Looking back up at Danny, I tried to shout at him, but my throat killed and once more the crowd drowned me out. I shook my head.

Danny come on can't you hear me?" I asked myself.

"What the heck….Serena is that you?" a voice asked in mind.

I nearly screamed at out, but calmed at once as I listened to the sound; it was Danny' voice. Without a second thought, I called out in my mind while my eyes were locked upon him. "Yes, Danny….use the ring, it might stop Max."

I watched him, but everything was blurred under the harsh bright lights. His arms rose and he cried out. "Now it's my move, Max!"

With his own powers, Danny flew forward directly at Max; the ring sliding onto his finger with ease. Clapping his hands together, smoke surrounded him and Danny. I felt the audience holding its breath as I held mine. I heard shouts from both Max and Danny, but they were muffled until silence filled the smoke. Suddenly, I felt myself being picked up and for a moment I fought against him, but stopped as he whispered into my ear.

"Serena, it's me, Danny," he said.

A large smile curled onto my lips as he picked me up, carefully avoiding my broken foot. I winced once, but stopped a thunderous applause surrounded the room. The smoke had cleared and everyone was jumping out of their seats at us. Danny set me down with his arm wrapped securely around my waist for support.

Leaning in, I whispered, "Thank you, Danny. You saved my life."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom, Dad, and Julie trying to get to us.

Before they came on stage, he whispered, "You saved me too."

For a moment, our eyes locked together. An unspoken question passed through my gaze and he shrugged. I bit my lip, but nodded. There wasn't any need to worry about Max, there might not be anything worry about. Danny and I understood each other and were friends, and that's what we had craved, wished, and yarned for. Now we had each other and that was more than enough. Everything was just perfect, in this moment and time.

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It's over. I know sob, sob. I really enjoyed letting the true story come out. Danny really wanted you to get the whole story and yes Danny did heal my foot after the show and once he got better control of his powers. I've hoped you enjoyed it and please review the last chapter. Thanks so much and for those reviewers who stuck with my until the end this story would not had happened without you. Thanks