Here's the last chapter. Thanks for reading :D and a special thanks to 274.x, Amy, dopeyangel101 and TisBeKiko for all their reviews, it means heaps :) Also, if this is the only version of the fic you've read, I'd recommend reading the other one now :) thanks again! And the sequel shall be up when I finish it on my computer, so keep an eye out if you'd like to read it :)

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I gasped along with the rest of them as we neared our house. Where it once stood, were blackened remains. There was still some smoke rising and it looked horrible. I felt like curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out until I shrivelled up from water loss. We all meekly got out of the taxi and walked over to the fireman who was walking around. Danny and Harry had taken each of my hands on either side. In any other situation I would've told them to bugger off, but it was comforting.

'Morning!' the fireman called.

'Hi, this is our house, we were just wondering if we could just see if we could dig up some stuff we could keep? We left with nothing,' Tom said awkwardly.

'Sure, I'll come with you, got to be careful though,' he said, motioning for us to follow him inside. I beginning to regret saying I wanted to come. 'I'll show you where the fire started.' He was way too chirpy for talking to people who had just lost their house.

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The lounge was horrific. Everything was melted or burnt. The chair that Danny always claimed was nothing but charred remains. Tom's piano in the corner was gone. Harry's pillow that he always stole on the couch was melted. And my pile of magazines had melted. I felt like sobbing once again. Mark told us that the power board had sparked it, which eventuated in even more guilt from Tom. He'd been telling us for ages that he needed to change it because it sparked every time you plugged something into it. After Mark gibbered on about crap, we went into our rooms.

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I walked into my room. I noticed the twisted, melted remains of Zukie's tank.

'Zukie,' I whispered, running my hand along it, tears springing to my eyes. There was a clear patch on the floor where I had been lying when the fireman got me out.

I opened my wardrobe. Everything was charred. I sighed and checked my drawers. Everything was gone. I went to sit on my bed as my legs wobbled and my head span. But it wasn't there. The only thing that was left was one side. I looked under and around everything for at least a little something to keep.

I finally found something I liked. A photo album I had since I left home. I tucked it into my pocket and headed back outside. Harry was on the ground, looking sickly. He remembered the bag of things he'd been taken before they left and everything was still there. That made me cheer up a little bit.

Along with the next thing. Two of my basses had survived the blaze. My favourite ones as well. But there was one thing I still wanted to know, even though it was sad.

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'Is Zukie still here?' I asked quietly as Harry locked up the garage, where Tom's and Harry's cars still stood, untouched which was brilliant. At least we could drive around and get places. Danny took my hand gently without a word and led me around to the front of the house slowly. He pointed to the ground.

There lay Zukie, pieces of him blackened. I blinked back tears and picked him up. He was stiff and cold.

'He needs a funeral,' I said. The others watched as I walked into the garage and got a shovel. I looked around the backyard for a suitable gravesite. A tree in the corner took my fancy and I called the others over and began digging. Danny took over after a while, followed by Harry then Tom, which I was extremely thankful for. The tears in my eyes were blinding me.

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I tearfully put him in the hole when we'd finished digging. Danny cleared his throat and stepped forwards.

'Here's to Zukie, the only lizard who could escape without Dougie knowing how. And the only non-survivor of the McFly house fire. Rest in peace Zukie. We will look after Dougie. We promise,' he said solemnly.

His words had made me start sobbing. He put an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close, rubbing the top of my arm.

'To Zukie,' Tom said, putting some dirt over him.

'To Zukie,' Harry agreed, covering him with dirt.

I loved my friends with all my heart. I decided I should try and say something. I leant over the grave.

'Thanks for being there for me over the years Zukie. I'll definitely miss you,' I whispered. A tear rolled down my nose and landed on his nose. I tried to hold all the tears back as I straightened up, Danny putting a hand gently on my shoulder. Harry carefully covered his body with the remaining dirt and Tom scratched Zukie. 2005 RIP into the tree trunk. That made me smile. Only they could be so understanding about how much I loved him.

Danny put his arm all the way around my shoulder and led me to the front of the house near the letterbox. Harry and Tom followed me and Dan, putting their arms around us as well. They all sounded like they were crying as well. That made me feel a bit better about my sobbing.

We all stared up at the house.

The house where we ran up and down the stairs like nutters the day we got our first number one single.

Where we used to plan new songs and just sit around and play our favourite songs and watch movies together. Our movie nights were to die for.

Where we'd film ridiculous home movies to have a laugh.

Where we could all be best mates in our own little place where no one else lived.

I started crying harder, leaning my head onto Danny's shoulder. He sniffed and tightened his arm around me.

'It's all gonna be okay,' Tom whispered softly.

We all nodded. But I didn't believe him.

None of it was going to be okay.

Not for a long time.