A/N: Change of plan! This is now the last chapter.

Elektra had been gone for a month now. We had kept in touch by texting and calling. She was half settled in but was not pleased in the least about her new diet programme.

"I have to eat lots of stupid and disgusting oily fish!" She complained when she called me on the morning of The Dumping Ground Jumble Sale day.

"It's for your own good, Elektra. You need to gain a lot of weight." I told her, sitting at my desk.

"I need to lose a lot of weight. I'm like fifteen stone!" She exclaimed. I sighed. She was just making things hard for herself.

"Elektra! You're not thinking straight. Did Melissa take you to the doctors?" I asked.

"I don't need to go to the doctors. I'm too fat to need a Gaining Weight programme. I feel like a balloon!" She argued.

"I-I need to go." I told her. In all honesty, I was planning on calling Melissa and telling her to take her little sister to the doctors. If she carried on like she was, she would turn out as an anorexic.

"OK. Chat later." She hung off and I went downstairs.

"Mike!" I called. He opened the door of his office which was filled with stuff for the Jumble Sale later that afternoon.

"Yes, Zoe? And please, try knocking on the door next time." He asked curtly.

"Can I... where do you keep your address book?" I asked, noticing everyone's eyes on me.

"Why on Earth would you need my address book?" He asked in an accusatory tone.

"I just need to call someone." I explained, trying to keep things shallow. It wouldn't help me if they knew I was trying to help Elektra. She was Melissa's responsibility now, not Mike's.

"Who is it?" I heard from somewhere to my right. I looked to see Rick sitting on the sofa next to Tyler, frowning at me.

"Jeez, chill, Rick. It's a girl." I laughed.

"Then shouldn't you have her number if you're her friend?' Tyler asked incredulously.

"I said it's a girl. I never said it was a friend." I retorted. "Look, are you gonna give me that book or not?!" I demanded.

"Do you know this girl?" Mike asked.

"I'm friends with her sister." I said. "That good enough for you?!" I frowned.

"Then call her sister. Easy as." Tyler said, 'solving' the problem for me.

"As hard as," I scoffed, "I need to talk to her, not her sister." I saw Tee and Faith whispering and glancing at me. Great. The two people who I despised the most were ganging up on me. "Can I have the book then?" I was growing impatient and I knew I wouldn't last much longer if this went on.

"Tell me who you want to call." Mike demanded.

"Maybe its private. Just because you're my 'responsible adult' doesn't mean I have to tell you everything that's going on in my life!" I retorted. What was with him? He could never help but yell at me.

"Keep that silver tongue of yours under control, please, Miss Rivers." He frowned.

"Keep that silver tongue of yours under control, please, Miss Rivers." I mimicked. "God, do you know what? Forget this. I can't be asked to waste my time on you despicable lot." I stormed out of the living room and into the garden. I sat in one of the chairs, putting my feet up. I took my stress ball out of my pocket and squeezed it hard. I would have to get a new one soon. I used it so much that I had ripped it and it was very close to being ripped in half.

I knew I took that too far but they were really pissing me off.

Through the window, I could see Rick and Carmen talking. Five minutes later, I saw Rick coming out into the garden. I stood up and and walked over to the wall, which I'd inwardly marked as our wall.

I leaned on the wall, putting my foot up and crossing my arms. I closed my eyes. After a good five minutes of being alone, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without opening my eyes, I put a hand over the other one and leaned into the embrace.

"You know I would usually side with you, Zo and you know that I try to see both sides of an argument but even I can see that what you said to Mike was going too far." He whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I know that, Rick, but he was just being stupid. I asked for the book but he had to go and get all nosey. I wouldn't have said anything if he had just given me the book."

"I know, love, but you couldn't have been the tiniest bit more calm?" He questioned. I sighed. I dropped my arms from his chest and stepped back.

"I guess it is sort of my fault. It always is." I whispered. He reached for me again and wrapped me in a tight hug. He didn't say anything and my mind started wandering.

It wandered back to the time when Kieran and I were home alone, before our parents disowned us, and I had got a call saying that I wouldn't have made the acting cast at school. Back then, I was just in my early teens and acting was my life. So when I didn't make the cast, it was a huge burden, like I had fallen under a huge rock. Kieran just held me; he didn't say a word until he was sure I had calmed down. Even though I didn't cry, he knew that I was angry and upset.

Bad move. Now my mind was starting to miss Kieran. My eyes welled up and something in me snapped. I decided to let it go. I decided that holding your tears in made you stronger, yes, but also a miserable wreck. I didn't stop it this time, instead I just let the tears keep falling. Rick pushed me away from him gently and held me at arms length.

"You're crying!" He smiled and I managed a weak smile back at him.

"Yeah. I'm crying." I agreed. He hugged me again and then wiped my tears away with his thumb. He cupped my face and pulled in. Our lips met in a soft but fervent kiss.

I felt better, I honestly did. And I knew that whatever happened in the foreseeable - and maybe even in the far - future, my Rick would always stay with me. That was a belief that nothing could ever change.

A/N: Yay! I've finally finished this story.

Now I have a couple more stories on FanFiction and one on FictionPress to finish up before I can start work on something new.

I'm not really sure if I'll come back to this particular fandom. This is by far my least favourite story that I've written for FanFiction. And I didn't get that many reviews, to be honest, so I can't really tell whether or not it was liked. I will, however, come back occasionally to read some of the fics.

So with all due respect, I guess this is my goodbye to the Dumping Ground, 2013 fandom.