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This…is the end. At least of To Be Or Not To Be anyway, and you probably won't see me for a while after that. Exams and stuff. But I'd like to take this opportunity to once again thank those fans courageous enough to voice their appreciation of this 7-part cliché.

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SunStar2: Thanks for encouraging me to put this up here, and for all your wonderful comments.

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Sapphire12:  I was going to say something about that in the disclaimer but whoops, forgot.

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Cat & wolfhorse: Thanks again!

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Hippiecountrygirl: You don't hang around the PureMX boards? Why not?  Hey, that goes to all you people here with a sense of humour.

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Anita: I am truly honoured

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So, here we go. The concluding chapter of To Be Or Not To Be. Enjoy.

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"Previously," intones Christopher Judge, purely because I think he's got the best voice for these things, "in this fan-fic."

"Oomph." Shalimar said. Something was digging into her back.


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"A dragon feral? But dragons are myths!" Shalimar said. She was almost certain dragons were myths.


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At the far side of the warehouse, Shalimar was being dragged out of another door. Brennan started to run after her but Emma restrained him.


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"Sounds complicated." Brennan replied. "I should have stopped them from taking her! It's all my fault! If only I had found the light switch, then we could have taken them on together. I would have zorched the kinetic, then follow it up with a swift right hook…"


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Brennan decided it was time for something deep and profound, and searched for the correct quote for the situation. "'To be or not to be, that is the question.'"


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"He made me listen to the Spice Girls!"


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"Adam, with or without you I'm going to get Shalimar!" Brennan yelled.


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Brennan had at least turned the right way leaving the tunnel this time, so it only took ten minutes to reach the warehouse. Upon arriving, they all exited the Double Helix and were promptly knocked unconscious.

"And now," (Chris Judge again) "the conclusion."

Brennan awakened to find himself in a dark room, and tied to a long, flat, piece of metal. Quite possibly a table. He struggled in his restraints but to no avail; they were too strong for even his extraordinary strength. Suddenly remembering that there were others with him when he was captured, although he was the only one that mattered, Brennan called out for them.

"Hey guys, you there?" he noted that his voice echoed and thought they might be in a cave.

"Brennan, open your eyes for gods sake." Came a voice. Brennan did so, and found out that he was not in a dark cave at all but in fact in a quite well lit abandoned warehouse. Mark 2, to be precise.

Lifting his head he looked to either side of him and saw Emma and Shalimar. At the foot of the table he was tied to, Adam was strapped into a chair, facing them. Brennan looked back at Shalimar and gazed longingly into her eyes.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you at all? I was so worried about you!"

"Although I've been tortured for the past few days, I haven't had anything to eat or drink since that Italian café, and I should be utterly exhausted, I'm perfectly fine!" Shalimar flashed her I'm-so-happy-it-should-make-you-sick smile. "I'm dying to go to the toilet though."

"I'm so glad you're alright." Brennan replied. Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure we're all very happy for you," said Setesh, who was now standing beside Adam, "but I've waited ten years for this revenge and I won't have you two spoiling it. So shut up."

"Come on Setesh, you know the Spice Girls have no effect on me. There's nothing you can do to me that will be as bad as what I did to you." Adam said with a smug look on his face.

"Well Adam, it's true that there is no single girl or boy band that can ever achieve the level of horror reached by the Spice Girls. However, you have failed to realise that there is an annual event that can psychologically affect even deaf people. Even you will not be able to prevent a total shutdown of your systems. Not guessed the event I'm talking about yet?" Setesh was having far too much fun tormenting Adam like this. He couldn't remember when he had last felt so alive.

"Not only am I going to make you listen to, but I am also going to make you watch, the Eurovision song contest!"

Adam's face lost so much colour he was almost transparent.

"You wouldn't!" he gasped out, but knew it was futile.

"Oh but I would. Draco, the headphones!" he called out to his minion. "Don't worry Adam, I won't make your precious Mutant X listen to it as well. I'm not that evil."

Brennan, Shalimar, and Emma collectively sighed in relief, while wondering what exactly the Eurovision song contest was.

Draco arrived with the headphones, Setesh took them and plugged them into the back of Adam's chair and carefully placed them over Adam's ears. He then moved out of sight behind the mutants, presumably to sort the TV.

"There you go Adam. Enjoy it." And like every evil bad guy, Setesh left the room, followed by Draco.

"Idiot." Was all Adam had to say. He then proceeded to use his oddly superhuman strength to break the straps that tied his arm to the chair, and then to pull the earphones out and throw them across the room.

"Psst, Shalimar!" Brennan whispered. "Wasn't he wearing headphones a minute ago?"

"Shut up Brennan." Emma replied.

After freeing himself, Adam came over and untied the ropes holding them to the table. "We have to move quickly! I think there's a door on the east side that will get us out. Come on!" Adam sprinted off, weaving between empty boxes and cactus plants. Brennan tried to follow but for some reason he kept running into the plants. He walked into three other plants before losing sight of the others.

"Dammit Adam where are you? There are too many plants!" Not bothering to wait for a reply Brennan threw off a tesla coil in the hopes that he could blast his way through. In direct contradiction to the laws of physics, it worked, and Brennan ran down the corridor he had created for himself. The little explosion he had caused had set off alarms and Adam was slightly angry with him when they met up again.

"As soon as we get out of here, I'm going to kill you!" Adam said. "Now hurry up or I'll cover you in blood and throw you to the ferals!"

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"Setekh! Setesh! Set! Seth! Whatever your name is! They've escaped!" Draco exclaimed.

"How?" Setesh asked his minion. His plan was perfect, there were no flaws in it, yet Adam and his team of teenage mutant ninja burglars had wriggled their way out of it again.

"I don't know, but the idiot Mulwray blasted a path right the way through your cacti!"

"That's it! No more mister nice mutant. Release the Fans."

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"Did you hear something?" Shalimar asked.

"No, why, did you?" Brennan replied. He frowned in concern – maybe she was hearing things and would have to be institutionalised again.

"Yeah, a clunking noise, kind of like a thick steel door being opened." The rest of the team had gathered round, wondering about the delay, and Shalimar's eyes glowed as she used her feral senses to listen for any unnatural noise. At first there was nothing, but then she heard a low rumble and screaming almost like the sound of a rioting crowd. Or possibly…Her face went white as she discerned 'BRANONN IS OS HUT!' and 'LOL! HE SO COOT!' from the screaming.

"Oh god. It's the Brennan fans. Run!"

The team hesitated for a split second until what Shalimar had said sunk in, before turning and running as fast as possible down the corridor in the opposite direction to the noise.

"They're gaining on us! We have to move faster!" Shalimar shouted.

"LOL? People actually say LOL?!" Emma replied.

"I wonder if they mean lots of love, lots of laughs, or laughing out loud." Brennan pondered.

"I should just stop and wait for them to get me. It has to be better than this." Adam said.

They all ran around a corner full speed and ploughed straight into a wall.

"What now?" Emma asked, eyeing the turn in the corner warily. The Fans weren't far behind them, they'd be coming round soon. They had nowhere to go.

Brennan wondered if he was needing glasses as the wall he had just run into was looking rather fuzzy, but he turned his head and saw that the son of multi-millionaire Noah Kilmartin had phased it out.

"Hey, how did you get here?" He asked, confused again.

"Convenient for the plot." The younger man replied.

They all hurried through the now intangible wall that phased back in with a completely inaudible snap behind them.

"Who's for pizza?" Brennan said.

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Brennan peered around, once again confused.

"What's wrong this time Brennan?" Emma asked with a sigh. She didn't particularly enjoy her part in this fic; she didn't get to be Darth Emma at all. In fact, she spent most of the time giggling. She giggled again as she remembered why she was giggling.

"It's not finished yet. This fic, I mean. 'Who's for pizza?' was a finishing line, but it's still going on. Why hasn't it finished yet?"

"You're in such a hurry to get this over with! What'll you be like if there's a sequel?" Emma giggled again.

"You sure are doing that an awful lot. What are you giggling at anyway?"

"Nothing." She giggled. "Brenna."

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In a rather cramped cryo pod, in a large round room, in an abandoned research facility, beside a body of water that could be a lake, river, or the ocean, in a country that could be America or Canada, in a year that could be any between 2006 and 2010, a frozen yet imposing man with white hair who had been keeping track of events through means akin to magic and alchemy, violently shuddered while remaining absolutely still. A sequel? He thought to himself.

Oh. Dear. God.