Hi again! Well, I think this'll be the last chapter. Yes, the last. Then the story will be

over... *sniff* I really appreciated all who reviewed. Writing this story was fun, and thanks

to all of you who asked me to continue. I might write another story, but it probably won't be

as good or popular as this one. Well, *sighs* on with the last chappy.

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Bethie watched as her Father came though the door. Her brothers were watching their favorite

show, Sheep in the Big City. They seemed delighted that it showed in the U.S. also.

Wallabee walked in, and his mother walked over, drying a plate with a towel.

"Honey, it's been five days, and you haven't found anything. Let the police handle it. You

need a break, and your children need you!"

He said nothing and stared at his feet. A few moments later, he replied, "I guess you're right."

Satisfied, his mother walked back into the kitchen.

He looked back over at his children. Bethie was staring at the tv, but not seeming to be

watching it. Her face was stiff and set in a frown.

He walked over and sat down beside her. "You want to talk?"

She sniffed and looked up at him. "About what?"

"Anything, I guess." He smiled gently at her.

She looked away in thought, and started talking softly. " I remember a park,

where we would feed the ducks, and have a small picnic. One time, it was spring, all the flowers were

starting to bloom. We talked, and laughed. We went over to the playground... and I was still pretty small.

I think it was a vacation here to America. We went over to the playground, and Mom pushed us on the swings."

She paused, a small tear fell. She brushed it away and took a sharp breath, trying not to cry.

"Sorry. Aymie was daring and climbed up on the monkey bars. Mom was looking at something else,

and not watching us. She would kinda stare off into space sometimes. I think she was thinking of

you."

She smiled, and her father gave her a quick supportive squeeze. "Go on, please."

"Okay. Well, Aymie was about to grab the first bar, when she lost her balance and fell. She just

laid there, not moving. I started screaming, and Mom looked over and kinda shrieked. She ran

over and picked her up, rocking her in her arms. She was saying 'I lost them, I'm not going to lose

you too, not again' over and over again. I always wondered why she was saying 'them' and not 'him', meaning

you."

Wallabee smiled. " I think you know now."

She nodded. "Well, Aymie was okay, she just got knocked unconscious. She was okay, really. I guess that's

it."

She looked over and noticed the Tv was turned off and her brothers were listening.

"She really said that?" Jake asked.

Bethie nodded. Their father got up and went to the kitchen. "Hey Mom, do you still have those

photo albums I asked you to keep for me?"

"Sure do, hun. Let me go get em."

Wallabee walked back into the family room a few minutes later, carrying some dusty looking books.

He sat down on the couch and the kids crowded around him.

He opened it and blew some dust of the page. "Ah yes... our wedding."

They spent the next few hours looking at old memories and listening to stories. Bethie started to

sob a few times, but quickly stopped, embarrassed about crying around these strangers.

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(A/N: The authoress is currently having writers block.

What a certain someone would say: Quit reading Matrix Fanfics and get on with the story!

Authoress: Alright, I will. But I still got 4 more chapters to go! Then i'll continue, k?

Certain person: *mumbles*)

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They were all in the kitchen, eating warm cookies fresh from the oven.

Jake and Will were munching down happily, Wallabee was sipping cold milk, and Bethie was staring

off into space.

"Something wrong?" Wallabee said, setting down his glass.

Bethie blinked and shook her head and continued to survey the kitchen. It was plain and simple, with

yellow and white squares on the floor. A cookie jar that looked like a cow, a toaster, some muffins

in a clear plastic box. Her eyes wandered from the counter to the stove. Gran liked cooking, and

at the moment her current project was pasta.

She was jolted from her thoughts when the doorbell suddenly wrang. "I'll get it!" She heard herself say.

Everyone looked at her as she sat there for a second, and then she ran off toward the door.

Everyone listened. The groan of the heavy wooden door being opened. A loud yell. The slam of the door.

Everyone got up and peered around the corner down the long hallway. No one was there.

"Stay here," Wally commanded, and walked slowly down the hallway.

Jake, Will, and their grandparents watched. He reached the door, and opened it. He stood there, staring.

"Dad?" Will called. He continued to stand motionless.

"Dad? What is it?" Jake tried to call him. Suddenly his father ran through the open doorway.

Into Kuki's arms.

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(A/N: Take a moment to let this sink in, shall we?)

Now it was the people in the hallway's turn to stand there, dumbfounded.

On the porch, it was pure rapture.

Next to the adults, were two children. Bethie was sobbing from happiness into Aymie's shoulder.

"Aymie, pinch me. I'm dreaming, right?" A rather painful pinch assured her this was no dream.

Minutes later, Wallabee stopped hugging his wife, and stepped back.

"But-how? I mean... God, you're beautiful." He recalled he hadn't seen her as an adult for allmost 10 years.

Kuki wiped her eyes from tears and smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself. It's a long story- Oof!"

She was glomped by her blond daughter and soon all four of her children. Wallabee's parents stood

in the doorway, watching.

"I guess you'd like to know what's going on," Kuki said, bending down to look at her children in

the face and glancing up at the other adults.

"Yeah, I think the whole world would like to know why you're back from the dead," Wallabee said sarcastically.

"Um, why don't we go inside?" Wally's dad asked, ushering them inside. They sat in the living room on

the white seat-covered couches.

Kuki sat by her husband with Aymie next to her.

"Well, I guess you all saw what happened..." She said, fading off.

"But, how did you survive? Heck, there ain't a scratch on ya!" Jake asked from the couch beside them.

Kuki smiled and pulled out a round metal object.

Everyone's eyes opened wide. "The- the teleporter?" Wally stammered.

She nodded. "I'll start from the beginning."

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Kuki stood there, looking at Father and her daughter in his hand. The sky was getting darker by the second.

Something inside her just click, and she suddenly knew what to do. She turned around to face her three wet

children, and stammered, " I love you."

She ran forward. When she reached the Delightful's Father, the ground gave a horrifying snap, and she saw Aymie fall.

A moment later the two were falling as well. The faces of the crowd dissapeared, and she quickly turned around

and tried falling faster to catch up with Aymie. The roaring river was just a few seconds away.

She suddenly reached in her pocket and pulled out the teleporter and grabbed her daughter. Rain pelted her face.

In a flash, the sights and sounds were gone, and the two landed with a thump on the treehouse roof.

They both lay there for a minute, letting the rain hit thier faces get washed by the cold rain.

"You- You allright, Aymie?"

Still shocked and scared, she nodded. "What happened?"

"I forgot i had the teleporter with me. Something made my hand reach into my pocket..."

Aymie sat up and looked around. "Is this your old treehouse?"

Kuki nodded. "It's occupied by another team now, but we built it."

Aymie shivered. "Let's go inside, I'm freezing."

They stood up and started heading for the latch door on the roof. Aymie gave a pained gasp.

"Aymie! What's wrong?" She found her daughter suddenly shrinking, or wait, was she herself growing?

Kuki's clothes became very small. "I think they found the age-changing devise..." she mumbled.

Kuki helped her daughter to the door and down the ladder. They went into the common room

(the one with plushy couches) and she set Aymie down on a couch.

"Now, What is it? What's wrong?"

A quick investigation found burns on her back and legs.

"Goodness, stay there, I'll get some bandages." Kuki walked off to the med lab, mumbling.

When she came back, Aymie started to talk. "When he blasted through the wall, that stupid fireball

hit me too. I don't know why I wasn't burned any more though..."

"I know," her mother said, dressing the wound, "It's okay, it's over now. Some children tried

to extinquish father by throwing water on him. I guess that helped you from getting burned further."

Aymie was quiet for a moment. "So what are we going to do now?"

Kuki sighed. "Stay here untill you can walk again."

"But mom-"

"No buts."

"Go put on some clothes that fit you, before those ones rip," Aymie said, smirking.

Her mother frowned, went a bit red in the cheeks, and set off to find something.

She came back later with clothes that were only a tiny bit small. " I guess one of the

operatives is a big guy..."

They ate some tortilla chips with nacho cheese for dinner in silence.

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Everyone in the room stared at Kuki and Aymie.

"So you were at the treehouse this whole time? Why didn't you call us?" the old Numbuh 4 asked.

Kuki sighed. "It wasn't that simple. You see, the next day was when the trouble began..."

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Kuki woke up to 5 faces staring at hers.

"What are you doing in our treehouse?" the one in the middle said.

"Well, Um-" She was cut off by a rather chubby kid.

"And why are you wearing my clothes?!"

By this time Aymie was awake. "What's going on here?"

The five kids jumped when they saw her.

"A Ghost!" one girl yelled in a spanish accent.

All five started to sream or yell, and ran off.

Kuki sat up and stared after them. "I think they over-reacted, didn't you?"

Aymie nodded, stretched, and winced.

But they weren't alone for long. The five came back, this time armed with thier

2 X 4 technology weapons.

"Stay where you are!" one said, obviously the leader.

Kuki and Aymie held up their hands. "If you'll just let us explain-"

"No way!" the girl with the spanish accent said.

"Aymie- RUN!" Kuki hissed through her teeth.

They bolted down the hallway away from the five.

Kuki began to wish she was still in her small, fit, 10 year old body. She began to lag

behind Aymie, and suddenly fell over, her legs roped.

"Don't move, you adult!" The large chubby one said, grinning at Kuki's capture.

Aymie snuck up behind them, and tapped the leader on the shoulder.

She turned around, saw Aymie, and her face went pale.

"Hold everything. I'm not a ghost, I'm still alive here!"

"You-you can't be! We saw you go off that cliff!"

Aymie's burns began to sting. She winced and doubled over.

"Wait guys," said a dark-haired boy, "I don't think ghosts can feel pain, can they?"

The leader lowered her wepon and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. She looks real enough

to me..." She poked Aymie. "She feels solid enough."

"We better take her to the Med Lab..." The chubby one said slowly.

"I- I'm Aymie, Numbuh 684," she said, biting her lip.

"Numbuh Negative 190," The leader said. "But enough introductions. "Tie up that adult, and

put her in the detention wing."

"Wait-" Aymie started, but the red-head leader held up a hand. "I'll take you to the med lab."

Kuki looked at her daughter being helped down the hall. The four remaining took the rope

binding her feet and dragged her off.

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"So THAT'S why you didn't call!" Jake said.

His mother smiled. "You could say I was a little tied up."

"But what did you do?" Bethie asked.

"I'm getting to that! Now..."

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Kuki looked up as someone entered the room. The lights were flipped on, and adjusting her eyes

to the bright light, she saw 5 figures enter the metallic-looking room.

"Whadda want now?" she mumbled from her place in the chair, all tied up.

The red-head leader stepped forward. "We need to ask you some questions."

"Well I'm not going anywhere, now am I?" she retorted.

"So you're not. First question: How did you get in here? We have tight security around here."

Kuki glanced over to the small table where the teleporter, her keys and other objects from her

pockets were placed. "The teleporter. It's programmed to go transport you to a spot on the roof."

Numbuh Negative 190 walked over and looked at it. "Who gave this to you?"

"My husband and good friend, when I was ten years old," She replied, scowling.

The leader just raised her eyebrow.

Kuki continued. "I was a member of the Kids Next Door and this was our treehouse. We built it

and re-built it together."

-190 picked up the teleporter, looked at it, and set it down. She closed her eyes, and turned

to face Kuki, only to open them again. "What was your former codename?"

"Numbuh 3." Kuki watched the red-head's every move.

-190 went over and formed a huddle with her team-mates. A few minutes later the ungrouped.

A boy with dark brown hair stepped forward. "We understand you are a former and honored KND

member, but you are an adult no less and have trespassed."

"We were falling off a cliff and I used the transporter so we wouldn't break our necks!" Kuki sputtered.

"Uh-uh... HUDDLE!" he yelled.

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Kuki paused to look at all the concerned looks around her.

"They released me and Aymie three days later. They came in everyday to question me. I answered

the wierdest questions..."

"Well what about Aymie? What happened to her?"

Kuki glanced over to Aymie. She nodded.

"I recovered in the sick bay. They questioned me too, but not as much."

"Well if they released you three days later... wouldn't that mean yesterday?" Wally looked

at his wife.

"Well," she said, a bit blushing, "I forgot where your parents lived, and didn't think you would

be there. We had to go shopping too." She pointed her t-shirt and jeans.

"Shopping? Women..." Jake mumbled.

Bethie lightly smacked the back of his head.("What?!")

Kuki smiled. "But we finally found you!" She leaned over and gave Wally a bear hug.

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It was later that night and the former Numbuhs 3 and 4 were sitting on the couch, watching

a calm fire in the stone fireplace.

Her head was resting on his shoulder, and he was softly stroking her hair.

She began to hum a tune, and Wallabee looked down at her. "What are you hummin?"

She smiled and sat up. "I sang it every night after you left... I missed you and the boys

so much."

He kissed her forehead. "It's okay, we're together again. Could you sing it to me?"

She smiled. "One last time."

She began to hum the tune, and then sing.

"Godspeed, little man...Sweet dreams, little man.

All my love will fly to you each night

on angels wings

Godspeed...

Sweet dreams."

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The end! Now you know what the title is for.Sorry for the bad spelling.

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and the whole story if you wish.

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