a/n: please don't hate me for this chapter. No one dies or anything but I think some of you may not like the way this chapter goes.

The Oracle returns not long after Seraph and Sati finish putting away the groceries. They all sat down, as if ritualistic, in the same spot they normally would. The Oracle would sit on the couch, Sati would curl up next to her, Seraph sat in the chair across from them, and I sat in a chair off to the side. I wasn't as far away from them as when I first arrived, but I had learned that repeating things can make bad habits become good ones.

I sit in silence. The Oracle is reading and holding Sati, while Seraph reads the newspaper. I pick up one of the books Seraph bought me, The Davinci Code. I flip through the pages, getting my bearings of the book. I figure out how long it is, how small the print is, how complicated the writer tries to make his work. By doing this simple task I learn so much about the author.

I look up and the Oracle is staring at me, unnoticed by the others. It is just now that I realize she has not spoken to me since she got back. I try and look down, away from her piercing gaze, but her gaze only intensifies from the unknown.

She feels that I'm on the edge; she knows that I am uneasy, so she pushes. How could such a person not know that this hurts me? Or maybe she knows and is trying to throw me over the edge. She keeps staring, bearing down on me, on what little control I have. I want her to go away, but I know she won't. I know that she wants to speak with me; I can almost hear her in my head, taunting, asking, pleading. She is pleading with me to talk to her, she wants me t break, I can tell this.

I feel myself start to sweat, start to break. I know that she wants this, I shouldn't give this to her, but I can't stop it, I can't fight it anymore.

"What?" I ask, my voice the voice of an agent.

"Nothing," she comments.

"There's something, there would be no other purpose to you staring," did I just say purpose? The one word that I would only dare to use when I was still me, not shattered like I am now.

"I said nothing," she is pushing me.

"Why push then?" I caught her off guard.

"Push?" a weak come back, but a recovery none the less.

"You know what I mean. You have been staring, pushing, trying to break me ever since you returned!" I was on the defensive.

"Smith," she was starting to soften her words, let me win.

"No," I defend, but I defend for a different reason, "I refuse to let you do this!"

"Smith, let me finish," I shouldn't take HER commands, but I do. "You're ready. You've been ready. It's now or never. I was speaking with the Architect. He has promised to let you go out there, live life like a normal person, not be hunted by the Agents. I watched him call them off and make sure they won't go after you, I watched him change what is now your future. He has made a bank account for you with enough money to buy a house, move, and start a new life. The bank account is under this name," she hands me a paper with the words: Smith, Alt. I understand it completely, Alternative Smith, for an alternative life.

"Thank you," I respond. I realize that this means that I don't have to be with the Oracle. I can go out there and meet more people. There will be those people that you never want to be around, like the Oracle, but there are people that will help me, like Sati.

I get up and say my goodbyes. Sati is crying, Seraph is mournful, the Oracle shows no emotion, but watches me leave, waving me into my future.

TWENTY YEARS LATER:

I wake up and look to my side. I see a woman there, lying next to me, in a peaceful sleep. I slowly and carefully kiss her on the forehead and get up.

I take meaningful strides over to the window and look out. The sun has just started to rise over the peaceful mountains of the Washington state, where I now live.

I close the shades and put on some real clothes. I open and close my bedroom door and automatically hear the screaming of a little girl.

"Daddy!" she yells as she runs over.

"Rose!" I exclaim back and lean down. She runs into my arms and I sweep her off the floor. She giggles and attaches herself around my neck.

"Be careful," I gently scold her. I lower her down. She runs off with the energy of her six year old body stampeding her away. She opens the door and runs outside.

I follow her to the door and outside.

She is now running in the field that is half of our backyard. She picks some flowers and puts them in a basket that her mother, Angel, wove.

Rose runs on, into the morning coolness, dew getting attached to her dress and making her sparkle in the beautiful sunrise.

I watch what I created, a young, strong daughter, someone who brightens my existence.

As I watch her I sit down on a hammock that we have hanging and she runs over to me. She crawls into the hammock as well and we lay down. She places the flowers over my chest, arranging them in a pattern. I look down and see it's a smiley face. She looks up at me and smiles too.

"It's wonderful," I hug her, "Thanks."

She nods her head and cuddles into my arms. She has my eyes and Angel's beautiful complexion. She is fair as the flowers she has placed on me. She is my daughter to show the world. I start to run my fingers through her long blonde hair that she got from her mother as well. I realize that this is my creation, along with my wife's. We created this perfect little girl.

I created this perfect little girl.

Something good.

Something perfect.

My daughter.

Rose.

THE END

a/n: I know it's a sudden ending but I really couldn't balance softball, a social life (not much of one but still), an upcoming trip, and writing three stories! Hope you like the ending. Please review!!