A/N: Here it is, the very last chapter of A Little Too Slow. TEARS! I hope you all have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I wanted to write something important. To show that even when the world is crashing down, you can live on with the help of your family and friends. Both Bree and Skylar went through a horrific experience, but they both used their experiences to help others. They used their pain to drive them to work even harder toward making the world a better place. This series might not be much. It isn't the most well written story out there and it has many mistakes, but I hope you will take away a few things from my stories. From Bree and Skylar's stories. 1. If you are hurting, I am so sorry. You don't deserve to be hurting. But you can use the pain for something good. You can turn what was a horrible situation into a story that can help others like you grow and become better. Remember that it is not the end. Your story is not finished. Cling to hope. Cling to love. You are never truly alone. Write your story. Spread your truth. Others need to hear it too. 2. Pain is a horrible feeling. It makes people do all sorts of things they would never do otherwise. Seeing someone you love in pain is, in itself, a painful experience. So is the knowledge that you can't stop them from hurting. And you can't. But you can do something. You can listen. You can sit there quietly. You can be patient. You can love. You can be a light. A beacon of hope. Love. Hope. Encourage. Listen. Be a true friend.

I love you guys so much. Thank you so much for reading my stories and reviewing them as well. I hope you will continue to read my writing and help me improve as a writer. Thank you guys! I appreciate you all reading and reviewing. I really do! Until next time,

Lyv. :)

Five Months Later...

Chase's P.O.V.

"No, she loves him! She is just scared because she doesn't know if she can trust him and she doesn't want him to leave her. It makes perfect sense, Chase. I don't know why you can't see that!" she exclaims, her eyes wide with disbelief, her tone teasing.

"Bree, it makes no sense. He said that she can trust him and he has proved over and over again that he can be trusted and won't leave her. Why can't she just let go and believe him?" I reply, smiling because I know I'm getting her riled up.

She stares at me incredulously. "How can you say that?" she asks.

I laugh lightly and knock my shoulder against hers. "Oh, come on, Bree. I'm only teasing!"

She punches my arm, and, yikes, she is strong! "You little jerk! You are so insensitive!"

We are sitting on the couch in the mentor's quarters watching some weird romantic movie because Bree was feeling sort of nervous tonight and we had to do something about it.

It doesn't happen often, but once in awhile the memories creep back into her head and she starts to freak out. Most of the time we sit down and watch a movie together to calm her nerves. I don't like seeing her in pain and I do everything I can to make her feel comfortable. We have been talking and hanging out again for about five months and, though it has been a bumpy ride, I am so glad that we are friends again. And we are closer now than we have been in years. We talk to each other. We hang out. We do things together. She is my best friend.

We make a good team. In fact, Mr. Davenport has told me about something new that he has in the works for us. He says Bree and I might get to go on a special mission soon. I think it would be fun for us. A new place, new people, new experiences. Not that I wouldn't miss my family. I would. But I do want to travel someday. I want to go to Tokyo and Rome and Greece and, I guess Paris too. Bree has always wanted to go there and I figure she ought to go sometime. And I want to go with her. To make sure she's okay and everything.

I hate that she ever got hurt. I hate that she still hurts sometimes. I hate that it will never completely go away. It will always haunt us. But she tells me different. She says that while she hates that it happened, she knows that good can come out of a bad situation. She has told me that she is glad that she is now able to help others because of her experience. And she does. She helps me in the medic now. While I'm fixing a patient up, she talks to them and encourages them. She tells them to be strong and that everything will work out for good in the end.

She smiles. She smiles all the time. And she brings such joy to everyone's lives. I can't imagine life without her. She is so strong even in the face of so much hate and horror and hurt. She is such a light and I'm so glad she is my sister. She is out there everyday, saving the world. She knows it is dangerous, but she gives no thought for her own safety, only for the safety of others.

"What? Do I have something on my face? Weirdo." she says, a questioning look on her face.

I shake my head. "Oh, no. I was just thinking."

"About what?" she asks causally, scarfing down a handful of popcorn.

I let out deep breath. "Oh, just everything. This. Us. The last few months." I reply.

She turns toward me and studies my face. "What about it?"

I think for a moment before replying, "I don't know what the world would do without you, Bree."

She laughs lightly. "Well the world will never have to worry about they, will it? I'm here to stay!"

Instead of being reassured by her light-hearted comment, my face falls as I remember her words from one day, many months ago. "What is it now?" she asks, suddenly becoming very serious.

I open my mouth, but the words don't come. I frown and look around the room, my gaze finally resting on my feet. "I'm glad you didn't die, Bree. I wouldn't have survived."

When I look up again, she is wearing a thoughtful smile. "I'm glad too. I might not have made it if it wasn't for you."

"You almost didn't make it because of me." I reply.

She shakes her head, smiling still. "I lost myself for awhile. I forgot who I am. I blamed you for what happened. I blamed myself. But it wasn't your fault and it wasn't mine. You lying to me didn't change that. It wasn't good, and it hurt, but it didn't completely cause my descent into darkness. I have come to realize that it wasn't your fault and it wasn't mine either. My mind was playing dirty tricks on me and I couldn't control them. I felt helpless. I took it out on you and I'm sorry. You shouldn't have lied, but I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

"You couldn't control the way you reacted, Bree." I interject.

"No, but I also didn't treat you right afterward. It took me three months to work up the courage to come talk to you! But that isn't the point. The point is, wherever we are, and whatever we do, we do it better together. We are a team. We have to remember that and work together if we are going to ever do anything good in this world." she says.

I smile. I know that I am forgiven. The past is gone and we are hurtling toward the future at the speed of light. "We do make a pretty good team." I comment, turning back to our movie.

However, Bree keeps staring at me light I've grown a second head. "What?" I ask.

"Promise me we will always be a team. I don't want to grow apart again like we did when we were younger. We are older now. I want us to always be the best of friends. Promise?" she asks, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes she always does whenever she wants anything.

I sigh contentedly. "Yeah, I promise."

She goes back to watching the movie and I face the screen as well. But I pay no attention to what is happening in the make believe world. I'm thinking about the future and about Mr. Davenport's new project. I don't know what the future will bring, but whatever happens, I know we will be together. We will always be best friends. Siblings. Everything. Forever and always.

We will face new enemies, we will fall down, we will get hurt, but we will have each other's backs. That I know for sure. And bad things happen. But all we can do is take those bad experiences and use them to help others. We can grow even in our pain. We can grow through our pain. That is what Bree has taught me. And most of all, she has taught me to keep living even when I feel hopeless. When I fell like the whole world is crashing down. I glance at her once more. She is smiling at some cheesy line the boy said to the girl. I smile too. We are going to be just fine. Together, we will make it.