A/N: Ok guys...here it is. The last chapter of Christmas Visit! There'll be an epilogue after it but this is technically the last chapter. *small sob* I can't believe it's over. It's taken me a little over 6 months to write. Now that it's over, I feel almost like I'm losing a little piece of myself. :/
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I flew through the air, feeling lighter than ever.
Everything was working out perfectly.
I dropped down to the street and phased back to Danny Fenton.
My shirt was tattered and there were a few scrapes in my jeans, but other than that and a cut on the side of my face, I was perfectly fine.
I was more than fine.
Moving quickly, I found my parents and Sam not too far from where I set foot on ground.
Sam embraced me when I came up to her.
"What are you doing here? What happened?" She asked.
"What are you doing out of the warehouse?" I questioned, pulling away from her. "I thought I told you to stay there."
"Tucker came and got me." She said, shaking her head. "He told me that you were going to sacrifice yourself."
I gave her a smile. "I was going to. But there's no need for it anymore."
"Why not?" She asked, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"It's over." I murmured, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against hers.
"What?" She questioned, moving her hands to my lower back.
"It's over, Sam." I repeated, hardly believing it myself.
She didn't say anything, just held me.
When my parents came over to us, I pulled away from Sam and told them the same thing…it's over.
I could barely believe that he was dead, I'd finished him off.
And now, thanks to me, Amity Park was safe once again.
I saved the day and for once, I was glad I did.
I was glad that I was here when all of this went down.
Just like my vision had predicted, the guys in white came marching across Amity Park and captured all of the remaining ghosts.
I made sure to get Skulker and Ember away from Amity Park before the guys in white arrived.
No reason for them to die.
Vlad was stripped of his mayoral status and removed from the area. He was taken to a "special hospital" to remove the ghost half. But my family and I knew that meant the guys in white were going to do their worst to him.
Within a few days, the town was almost back to normal. Christmas was right around the corner, and my mom, my sister and Sam went out for some last minute shopping and "girl bonding time".
Which left me alone with my father.
We hadn't really talked since he'd spoken to me in the sewer.
I had questions, and I was pretty sure he did too.
I found him where I thought I would. He was down in the basement, staring at the hole in the wall where the ghost zone used to be.
I descended the staircase and came to stand beside him.
"Hey," He said, glancing at me.
"Hey." I replied, staring at the wall.
My father went back to staring at the wall.
He lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long pull.
He held it out to me as an offering.
"I don't drink." I replied, and crossed my arms, giving him a sideways glance.
He shrugged and took another drink, turning his gaze back to the wall.
When he pulled the bottle away from his lips, he murmured. "Don't tell your mother."
I waited a few seconds. "I didn't realize you drank."
"I don't normally." He shrugged. "This week…was just so hard."
"Yeah, tell me about it." I chuckled.
He chuckled, turning to look at me again. "I can't believe you fought off Pariah Dark. Do you know how dangerous he is?"
"Of course I know." I laughed and looked at him. "I fought him in my teenage years."
"I didn't know that." He replied in a whisper.
Tears glistened in his eyes.
"Dad-"
He shook his head. "No, it's all right. I know what I did to you, son. I don't expect forgiveness."
My father heaved a huge sigh and looked away from me. "I haven't forgiven me for what I did."
I took a long look at him. He seemed so broken. So ashamed of what he had done.
That's when it hit me. I'd forgiven him the moment I set foot in the basement.
Because he'd turned away from his life-long profession because of what he'd done to me.
His guilt and shame over it changed him.
"Dad, I've already forgiven you." I said, my voice breaking on the last word.
He looked up as a tear ran down his face.
"Dad, it's ok." I said.
His arms went around me and I embraced him.
"My son." He murmured, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm right here." I replied.
I sat across from my father at our kitchen table.
He was listening intently as I recounted how I killed Pariah Dark.
When I first told my family the story, I edited it a little. I didn't mention the fact that I could phase into his body and destroy him from the inside out.
I just said that I somehow managed to overcome his strength. When I first told the story, I knew that my father didn't believe me but he didn't say anything so I let it go.
But now my father was asking questions, and I was doing my best to answer him.
"So, the warp speed…did you always have that ability?" He questioned, taking a sip of his coffee.
I shook my head.
"No, I didn't." I hesitated before continuing. "But you want to hear my theory?"
He nodded. "Of course."
"I think some of that ecto-acid you splashed onto my chest all those years ago somehow affected my powers." I said.
"Really?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I think it's a possibility. I mean, it may not be what actually happened but still, it's a theory." I told him.
He nodded. "It does make sense though, when you think about it."
"Of course it does." I replied.
We sat in silence for a moment.
"So, the warp speed…is that the only thing you can do that you couldn't do before?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No. Apparently, I get visions too. I saw this visit coming."
"What do you mean?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The night before Sam asked me to come to Amity Park with her and to reconnect with my family, I had horrible nightmares. I couldn't think straight." I swallowed. "I thought it was because a ghost had woken me but now I realize what it was. I was having visions, and they woke me from sleep. The ghost was simply there."
My father's eyebrows were up on his forehead. "You believe that?"
I nodded. "I do."
"So…these visions? Are they constant?" He questioned.
I shook my head again. "No. So far, I've only had a few that I can remember."
He gave me a smile.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You just…seem more and more like yourself the more I reconnect with you." He said.
I smiled. "Thank you. I'd like to believe that I can become that person again."
There was a slight hesitation when I said it, but I meant it when the words passed through my lips.
"And I'd also like to believe that we can have that relationship again." I said.
"I believe we can too." He whispered, another tear glistening in his eye.
I smiled.
The door opened and the two of us stood up from the table.
"We're back." My sister called in a sing-song-y voice.
"Hey, sis, what'd you get me?" I asked.
She chuckled. "That age old trick never works on me. You're going to have to wait until Christmas."
I nodded, a smile still on my face. I looked over her shoulder at Sam.
"What about you? What'd you get me fiancée?" I asked.
She smiled. "A kiss, for now."
"I'll take it." I replied.
She laughed and walked over to me.
We embraced and when I pulled away, she pressed her lips to mine.
After we broke apart for air, I chuckled slightly.
"What is it?" She asked, slightly breathless.
"Nothing." I replied in a whisper, then added. "I'm just glad that we came here. You really did know what was good for me."
She chuckled. "You weren't happy when I convinced you to come."
"I was wrong." I murmured, my voice low. "This is the best thing that could've happened to me. This trip has changed everything."
"For the better?" She asked, pulling away to look into my eyes.
"Yes." I replied without hesitation.
"Hey guys!" Jazz called.
I put my arm around Sam, sort of like a side-hug.
"What is it?" I asked as Sam wrapped her arm around my lower back.
"It's snowing!" My sister exclaimed.
She ran to the window and looked out.
Sam and I walked over to the window.
"Wow." I replied. "So it is."
"We should go out and have a snowball fight. Like we used to." She said.
"Only if I'm on your team." Someone said from behind us.
I smiled. I knew exactly who that person was.
I turned around, and saw Tucker leaning against the doorway.
I glanced back at my sister.
Her mouth was open. "Wh-what are you doing here? When did you get here?"
"Earlier." He shrugged. "Danny let me in."
She glanced at me. "Why didn't you tell me he was here?"
When she looked at me, Tucker got down on one knee.
She looked back at him and covered her gaping mouth with her hands. "Oh my god."
He grinned and pulled a ring out of his pocket.
"I don't have a box for it, but I know that you have a finger where this belongs." He said.
"Oh my god, yes. Yes, of course." She said starting toward him.
"Wait." He said, slightly irritated.
She paused. "What?"
"I have a whole speech planned, Jazz. You didn't even let me ask you yet." He said, frowning.
She giggled. "Ok. Then ask me."
"Jasmine Fenton, I have been in love for the past four years of my life. You were the one who took care of me when I had no one to turn to. You convinced me that I needed to take my recovery seriously. And through it all, you were gracious and kind and accepting and I have loved you ever since." He said, a tear running down his face.
Jazz choked back a soft sob.
"Jasmine, will you marry me?" He asked.
"Yes, of course!" She yelled and ran over to him.
With a little staggering, he stood up and embraced her.
They kissed, and when they parted, he slid the ring on her finger.
"Now it's where it belongs for forever." He whispered.
I pulled Sam closer to me.
She sighed in contentment and leaned her head against my chest.
Tucker looked up. "So are we going to build snow forts, or what?"
I laughed, and Sam pulled away. "Boys against girls?"
"That sounds perfect." I replied and pecked a kiss to her cheek.
The four of us walked out into the snow, and somehow became kids again.
Nothing mattered in those few minutes.
Everything had worked out perfectly. Amity Park was safe, I had made peace with my family…I was lighter than ever.
Everything was going to be ok, I was sure of it.
The snow, and the wind were cold, but inside I was warm. Filled up with hope for the future.
