I just want to thank everyone who came on this journey with me.

It's been a really long time huh? I'm sorry about that.

Anyway, I love you all dearly.

Well, this is it.

Please review my dears. 3

Chapter 25: Fin :')

Spot took the steps three at a time, dropping his hat at the door. Brandy turned in surprise, letting out a shriek as he lifted her up, spinning the two of them around before letting her feet touch the ground.

"You shouldn't do that!"

He laughed at her, kissing her hands patiently.

"I've been healed for a month now. Stop worrying."

She smiled at him, a light blush on her cheeks as her hands in his tingled where his lips brushed.

"I'll always worry."

He smirked at her.

"Why? I'm invincible!"

She pulled a hand free and swatted him playfully.

"Let go, your ego is suffocating me dear."

He grinned evilly, catching the rouge hand and pulling her closer.

"In that case mouth-to-mouth is in order."

She laughed softly, letting her eyes drift closed as he launched a tender assault on her lips.

"Will you stop interrupting her work you lecher? Some of us like clean sheets once a week. And you and I came back for a reason, remember?"

Spot's shoulders slumped under her fingertips. Brandy let her head roll back and laughed out loud, the tinkling sound filling the room.

"Smooth one, Casanova."

She pulled out of Spot's grasp.

"Heya Diego."

The coconut boy grinned widely and gave her a little wave from the doorway as she turned back to her weekly cleaning spree of the boys' rooms.

"Hello Brandy. Sorry to steal him away."

She grinned back.

"Go right ahead. Heaven knows he never leaves on his own."

Spot smirked at her.

"It's not my fault you wouldn't let go this morning."

With a screech the woman turned in a flurry of auburn hair, throwing the pillow she was holding at him.

"Don't listen to a thing he says Diego!"

The boy laughed loudly, shaking his head.

"I'll get the papers for Harlem Spot; you meet me down stairs when you've placated our Queen."

"I didn't do anything!"

Diego turned, smiling contentedly. Life was good in Brooklyn again.

Spot glowered at Brandy as she studiously ignored him for the bed she was making.

He let out a plaintive sigh, then a louder one when she didn't even glance his way.

He slowly let a grin spread across his face, stalking up behind her.

"You shouldn't talk about us like that. Don't push it-"

She turned to lecture him just as he pounced, pinning her to the bed as she let out a surprised squeak.

"I love you."

He breathed the words against her neck, nosing his way down her jaw line.

"I love you, and I want to brag to the world that you're mine. That I'm the only one who kisses you, who holds. That I'm the luckiest wretch on the streets of New York."

Brandy gave up struggling, a breathless sigh escaping her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Tears stung her eyes.

"I love you too. You have all of me, all the time. But the others have me too. When they cry, when they need to talk. Don't keep me in a box Spot. Don't alienate me from our family."

Spot stopped his ministrations, snapping his head up to look into her deep, powerful eyes. His arrogant response died on his lips when he saw the begging sadness in her emerald soul. She'd been so alone for so long. She deserved to be cherished, by everyone.

"I-I didn't think of it that way. I'm sorry."

He ground the apology out between his teeth, but she could tell his lightning eyes weren't angry.

"I love you."

He smiled softly, his heart swelling painfully in his chest.

"I love you too."

He lowered his lips to hers, moving his arm to cushion her head. She return his affections zealously.

"Diego's waiting."

She let out a soft whimper against his lips. He loved and hated it when he had to leave her like this. He hated leaving, but in true Spot fashion he loved her wanting him not to go.

"I know, but he is. It's only a little after 12."

She nipped his lower lip before pushing him off with a frustrated sigh.

"You enjoy torturing me."

He grinned at her as she straightened her dress.

"Trust me sweetheart, this is hurting me more then you."

She flushed adorably.

"Get going you scoundrel!"

He picked up his hat from the floor, taking his cane from where he tossed it on the landing.

"See you tonight?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder with a heart stopping smile.

"I suppose."

With a wink, the King of Brooklyn departed. His Queen kept smiling long after he was gone.

Fin.

Gone crazy and Staying there,

Wolfy101