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(A/N: Hello guys! We're back again with this sequel to our other story, 'The Beginning of The End' (On madeline2011's account). If you haven't read that – it's rather essential for you to go back and read it, review or favorite it if you'd like. Well, here it is! Please enjoy.)

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The End of The Beginning

Chapter One

Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. Those words stuck in Miley's mind and there was no getting rid of them. There was the initial shock, denial – even anger that this had to happen to her in the first place. Of course no one deserved this at all – but why her? She zoned out as her father continued to talk with her doctor about what she would be in for. All Miley got out of that talk was that it would be one hell of a long journey.

This wasn't exactly how she wanted to spend her teenage years. With cancer? Well, she did learn that it was a cancer of the blood and bone marrow – go figure. But then her mind wandered to everyday activities that she took so seriously for granted. Like going to school for example. Miley rather liked going to school – mostly to hang out with her friends and such, the socializing part more than the school work part of it, but still.

The brunette beauty's eyes widened as she thought of worse – what would happen to Hannah? There was no way she could pack it in now. What about her tour? The fans? Her music?

Miley clenched her delicate fists. 'This will not ruin me!' She thought angrily to herself. She would go out there, perform and sing her heart out every night of that tour as if it were… her… last. She had to do it – for the fans. And she would.

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Over the next couple days, there were more diagnostic tests done to see the status of the leukemia within seventeen year old Miley Stewart. In which those diagnostic tests proved that her leukemia wasn't in advanced stages and if they acted now – she'd have a great survival rate. Which was good of course. Miley now finally understood, that all a cancer patient ever wanted, all they ever wished for – was to see the next day and rid this horrible disease. "Well Miles, that's not bad at all Bud. You'll be just fine." Miley rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"How can you say that, dad?" He seemed to have been caught by surprise when she spoke up. "Having leukemia is not fine. There's me and my life sure, but what about Hannah? The tour? We have to at least try dad. Please?" He gave a heavy sigh as he put some thought into this. What if something bad happened to his little girl, while she was out doing her thing? It'd be an awful sight – to see her in a helpless position, especially when both she and her mother, were such strong fighters.

"Miles, I don't know darlin'. The tour starts in about three weeks. We'll get your chemotherapy started and then see how you feel?" Miley gently crossed her arms over her chest. That sounded fair – for now.

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Maybe she didn't really want to know what she was taking for this… chemotherapy? She didn't really ask what she had to take, she just took it. One part she really didn't like was how she was told she had to go in every week for three days out of a four week period and have this one drug be administered by intravenous. It wasn't that it really made her feel ill or anything; actually she was doing quite well. So far anyway since this was her first dose of it, but in all truth – Miley was waiting for the moment when it all hit her. The hair loss, the vomiting up everything, the pain that she'd go through – she was waiting for the ultimate worst of it.

The ride home from her latest appointment was that of a silent one. Her dad did the driving as Miley wasn't really up to it. She found herself to be way too distracted, especially with what she had on her mind. She reached into her purse to grab her cell phone that vibrated.

Hey hon, how goes it? Been thinking about you :) – Nick

Miley gave a soft smile; it was good to hear from him. He was the only reason why she wouldn't break down right now. He had told her, when they talked on the phone last during the wee hours of the morning, that he remembered himself in a very similar position last year, when he was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. It's that same disease, that same thing that Miley now had.

For some strange reason, it made her feel close to him. Knowing that they had the same thing wrong with them, that they'd be going through the same or at least similar treatments.

Hey you, it goes. I was diagnosed today, would it be cool if I called you later to talk about it? – Miley

Maybe talking to someone who's already on the path she was about to go on, would help release some of those scared feelings? Perhaps even then, she'd feel more comfortable after knowing what she was going up against? She sure hoped so.

Of course it is, I'll be waiting to hear from you. :) – Nick

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Oliver and Lilly were walking towards the Stewart home, well… where Lilly was currently residing there, so technically Oliver was walking his girlfriend home. "So, I guess with Miley being ill, it's best she stays inside the house instead of in the bedroom barn, huh?" Lilly gave a small nod.

With the combination of not really feeling well herself the past couple days or so, she felt even more stressed about Miley. "Yeah…" Oliver caressed her hand reassuringly. It snapped Lilly back into reality instead of her deep thoughts. "Oliver, we have to be there for Miley… especially when she gets back from the doctor's office with her dad."

He gave a curt nod and reassuring her voiced thoughts. "Of course, we are her best friends remember?" He teased lightly, trying his utmost to bring a smile to Lilly's face, only that seemed to be much more harder than he remembered.

"Aha, yeah." It wasn't until she noticed the Stewart's car passing them, that she tugged on Oliver's hand lightly, "there they are!" She began running towards the residence, almost leaving Oliver in the dust to try and catch up with the speedy blond.

"Lilly! Babe! You know how much… I… hate… running…" He breathed heavily as he caught up with Lilly who chuckled and kissed his cheek when he finally took place beside her.

"I think that's gotta be one of my favorite things about you Ollie… the fact that I can out run you." She joked as they shared a laugh, but they stopped immediately when they saw Miley's not so happy stance and figured that this wouldn't be a happy return home. Not with what probably happened there.

"Hey Miley," Lilly greeted softly, she felt less uneasy when Miley hugged her – but she could still feel something wasn't right with her best friend.

"Hey Lilly," The brunette beauty glanced over Lilly's shoulder and acknowledged Oliver's presence also. "Oliver," she parted the hug with Lilly and looked back at her dad then at her two best friends again. "I know I have to talk to you, and you both deserve explanations, but I don't feel much like talking right now. I'm going to my room, but I will talk to you soon. I swear."

With that, she headed off into the home without another word spoken. What she wanted to do right now, was to get on the phone and talk to someone who knew what she would be going through and had something to offer more than sympathy.

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