Ah hah! Eureka! It is done, my friends, the final chapter of the not so infamous Of Greetings and Goodbyes had finally come! I'm so excited! That means I can, maybe, start a sequel... or not, depending on what I care about doing! I think this is my longest chapter yet, coming in at about seven pages or something. I know, it doesn't seem like much, but some things are resolved, where as other things are left undealt with. Now, if you liked this story or something, and you're looking for something coolie-o to hold you over till something better comes out, read Kat's, southernrebelgal (I think or it's southernrebelgirl), Best of Friends! With that said, Kat, you better not bisch about this chapter! I made MY character the bad guy this time, 'kay?


"Are you sure about this, Betsy?"

"Warren, how often is it I would lie to you about something of such importance?"

"How often is it such a situation occurs?"

"You have a mild point, dear. Now, are you quite alright with such a move?"

Warren let out a deep sigh. "Well, no one seems to want him here, if you're willing to take him for a while…"

"And yet you want to know why I'm offering to accommodate your son? Well, for one, you have no parenting skills whatsoever; second, and least importantly, it will relieve some pressure at the school; and thirdly, and most importantly, Shae has asked for me to do so, saying that he has an interest in foreign lands and that they've, what's the word? Oh yes, 'connected'."

He sighed again, and was about to ask Betsy how in the world she knew what he wasn't planning on asking, before, of course, he realized it was Elizabeth! Of course she knew! "Well, thank you, for everything Bets', you're a better person than I."

Elizabeth smirked, "I believe we both knew this before now, but you're welcome nonetheless. With that said, the woman took leave of Warren's business office and back to the limousine that would escort her to Xavier's school.

Meanwhile, Sean knocked as softly as he could manage on Shae's door. No answer. Another knock, a bit louder. No answer. Yet another knock, still louder. Still no answer!

"What are you doing at my sister's door?" Angela asked softly from behind him.

Sean turned quickly, startled. "Oh, well, I…um…I need to ask her a question."

"You know, I could probably answer it for you."

"Honestly, Angela, I doubt you could."

"You were wondering if you were able to go back to England…with us."

"How…?"

"Need you ask?"

"Geez, you and Shae both got it?"

Angela smiled and nodded. "You are coming with us."

Sean's face brightened up, "Seriously? Are you….are you sure?"

"Sean, I cannot say that I like you after you attacked my brother, but I would not toy with your feelings for my sister for such a reason."

Sean's heart skipped a beat. What did she just say? Did she know? No one was supposed to know… no one except for Shae and himself. "I…erm…"

"She didn't tell me, nor did I need to search too deep within your mind. Just…treat her correctly, or you'll be facing the consequences…as in Angel and mum…You'll be living with your girlfriend after what was not even a date. And more importantly, you'll be living with your sister, my sister. You'll be living with your family, Sean…I realize our mum may just seem like someone dad was with before your own mum, but…she's amazing. Not to mention three of us can read your mind."

"Well, thanks Angela, but that doesn't make me feel better."

Angela smiled as a blush crept into her cheeks. Why was she blushing? "Dammit, stop blushing! You must look so obvious to him, stop it!" she thought to herself, making a note to fly herself into a wall the next chance she got.

"Anyways, do you know if Shae is in here?"

"Uh, yeah…you might try going to the right door, Sean."

"Huh?"

"You're at mine and Angel's door."

"Oh…er…which one's hers then?"

"That one," Angela said, pointing to the door just opposite of hers.

"Right…I knew that. I was just…"

Angela giggled slightly, "Sean, I read minds; it's rather difficult to lie to me."

Sean smirked and knocked on Shae's door. No reply. "Oh, come on!"

"Sean, she's not here."

"And how, Angela do you forget to tell me that? Or did you just want to see me act like a fool in front of you?"

"Well, for one, dear brother, please call me Angie, Angela is far too proper. And honestly, I wanted to see you act like a fool in front of me."

"At least you don't try to lie," Sean muttered.

"Why would I try to do that?"

"Notta clue. Anyways, I'm gonna go…erm…somewhere else."

"Bye, Sean," Angela said with a bright smile as he turned and headed down the hallway.

Let us leave the two siblings, however, and return to a story less read.

"Zaira, what's wrong with you?" Stasia asked.

"What are you talking about?" Zaira questioned with a confused look as she lifted her head from Stasia's lap.

"You've been in a daze for over two hours, I haven't seen you eat in a few days, and you've hardly said two words to me since you came here."

Zaira sighed, realizing she would have to tell her the truth. "Well…he…he asked me out again…He said he didn't care if I was lesbian and…and…Stasia, what do I do?"

"Zaira, do you want to go out with him, or me?" and as if to sway her decision, Stasia leaned down placed a soft kiss on the white-haired goddess' lips.

"Stasia…"

"No, I won't share you, Zaira. You're either with me or him. Choose."

"But…but…That's not fair…"

"It's not fair that you kiss someone else besides me either."

Zaira nodded, "Fine…I'll choose. I…I choose...Dominic…"

"Leave," Stasia said dryly, showing no look of desperation, or resentment.

A tear formed in the corner of Zaira's eye before she stood and ran from Stasia's room and towards her own. This, of course, was a foiled attempt as she simply ran into who else, but, Dominic!

"Umph!" Dominic called as he fell to the ground. He quickly turned over, while still on the ground, to see Zaira, now on top of him, sobbing. "Zaira? Wh…why are you crying? What's wrong, Z?" he repeated, taking the girl into his arms, practically cradling her.

"Dominic!" She cried in surprise and hugged him tightly as tears rolled down her eyes. Wow, if they weren't on the floor of the hallway, this would be rather romantic, no? "Dominic," she repeated in a hushed tone. "Dominic, I left her…I left her for you."

Dominic continued to hold the precious goddess, but the look on his face was priceless. He'd officially turned a lesbian bisexual. He definitely had to as major points to his list of accomplishments. "I…uh…er…" what a fantastic speech!

"Dominic, please tell me you'll take me…don't turn me away, Dominic…please don't turn me away…I left her for you," she whispered continuously.

"Of course!" Dominic shouted. "Zaira, I'd never let you be alone," he smiled, rubbing his hand across her back.

"You promise?" she asked in an almost whimper, still hugging him ever so tightly.

"I promise."

Now, we shall take leave of Dominic and Zaira on the floor of the hallway for a confrontation that would make any man think twice before kissing his sister.

Sean found himself rather fearful as he approached; nay, as he walked through the halls and Jade approached him.

"Sean Samuel Worthington! Don't you walk away from me!"

Sean winced at the use of his full name and stopped dead in his tracks, turning around completely to face Jade. As soon as he did so, the beautiful red head leaned forward to kiss him; a chance he would have loved at most times but…it was just wrong now. He was beginning to feel remorse for everything he'd been doing… He held his hand up in between their faces and Jade stopped, confusedly.

"Sean…what are you doing?" she asked, truly bewildered.

"Jade…we can't…I can't do this anymore…"

"What…what are you saying?"

"We're over, Jade."

"But, Sean…we've hardly started…you…you gave me my first kiss, I…we…Sean…"

Sean's heart skipped a beat. First kiss? He'd given her her first kiss? No, no, no…he didn't even give Desiree her first kiss…that precious moment belonged to Izzy.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Jade, but…would you actually want me to stay with you while you knew that it was only for pity?"

"I…I hate you!" she screamed and slapped his cheek as hard as she could…which was pretty hard, considering it knocked him down to his knees.

The red head walked away quickly and without sound…it was almost graceful, had anyone been able to watch her.

Sean grimaced…at least there was only a wee bit of time left here before he left to England. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, brining himself back to his feet. He'd realized; nay, remembered that he was to meet Desiree at the local coffee shop. He ran towards his room, which was only a few feet away, and got to his balcony as he spread his wings and took flight to the open air. He soared through the skies like a true angel…so graceful, so beautiful, it was a sight that many can imagine but few could ever see, for he flew either too high to recognize, or too low to realize. He was at the coffee shop in mere minutes.

When he arrived in the alley, he was stupefied by what he saw. Damien, Desiree's boyfriend, was grabbing the southerner's wrists tightly, trying to kiss her. Desiree resisted, much to Damien's chagrin, as instead of asking nicely, or giving up, he instead resorted to throwing a fist at the innocent angel's jaw.

Desiree fell like a heap of concrete bricks; only, Damien caught her by her wrists and stole a kiss from her.

That was the final straw, Sean again took to the air and flew at a rather high speed towards Damien, hoping to catch him off-guard and maybe hurt him quite severely. Whatever he did, he had to save Desiree...

"Agh!" Damien yelled as he sent a burst of fire towards Sean, keeping him in the air, defying the laws of... everything. The fire, intensifying, didn't burn Sean's flesh, no; it instead began to smolder his angelic wings.

"What are you...doing!" Sean cried, finding all of his struggles useless against such a blazing inferno.

"Oh, can't you tell, Sean? I'm burning your wings to nothing!"

"Stop it! Damien, ya hurtin' 'im! Stop it right now! Please, Damien, ya proved ya point, ya hurtin' 'im!" Desiree shouted, tears appearing in her cheeks as she began to violently shake her, now definitively, ex-boyfriend (or as she would later think of him as a mere bad dream).

Damien finally dissipated the inferno from around Sean and began to run for it; this he succeeded in.

Sean fell to the hard ground, huddled closely together, his wings a mere charred fabrication of what they once were. The feathers had all burned, and they'd mostly been charred down to two measly stubs. Tears formed in his eyes, but he made no sound, not even as Desiree ran to his side and knelt down, shaking him and hugging him.

"Sean! Sean, talk ta meh! Please, talk ta meh, make a noise, please!" She continued shaking him, but only got a few whimpers from him.

Now, seeing as they are now on the sidewalk, a crowd began to form around them. As if it were a spectator sport to watch a woman huddling with her, as they guess, boyfriend, who seemed to have had wings, but were no a mere prick of bone and a few measly feathers. What's more, a news reporter had decided, at that moment, to appear with a camera man and the sound man (That guy who holds the fluffy microphone thing).

"All of ye get away!" Desiree shouted, tears still streaming down her face and onto Sean's. "If y'all are jus' gonna stand there then call the damn hospital, can't ya see he needs med'cal attention!"

"I...love...you," Sean muttered, grabbing Desiree's hand tightly.

"Sean, ah loved ya too...don't talk lahke that, though... ya make it sound lahke ya gonna dah, but ya not, babeh, ah promise, ya gonna live...Weh need ta get ya tad a mansion...ah think onleh they can help ya..."

"Desiree...hurry..." he was speaking in such a low and hushed voice, it was impossible to decipher what he was saying.

But Desiree understood that he meant for her to make haste! With this understanding, she stood up and picked Sean up, running to a taxi when a car pulled up beside them. A fancy car at that.

"Get in the car!" Warren's voice shouted as he ran around the vehicle to open the door.

Once Sean nodded, Desiree sat him inside the back seat and then got in beside him, trying to comfort him.

"Mr. Worthin'ton, weh gotta get back quick!" Desi exclaimed, as if Warren didn't already know.

"Alright, hold him tight, Desiree," he ordered as he drove almost recklessly, but at the same time...not. He sped as fast as the vehicle would take him, reaching the mansion in fifteen minutes or so. Warren and Desiree rushed him to the medical lab, where, soon, Hank McCoy appeared to treat the boy.

One day, fourteen hours, three minutes, and twenty seven seconds later, Shae appeared at Sean's side. "Sean," she whispered in his ear.

Sean's eye opened immediately. "What? Oh, Shae? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, silly? I'm your girlfriend, and I'm your sister, so I'm here. I don't think I can simplify it anymore."

Sean sighed slightly. "Two in two days...this is fun," he muttered.

"What's that?" Shae asked?

"Umm...Shae, I can't go to England with you..."

"What? Sean, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

"Shae...I can't do this with you," he stated, sitting up and pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees.

"Sean, what are you talking about!"

"Shae, goodbye," he said calmly.

"I hate you!" she cried as she slapped him and ran off.

Sean heaved a sigh, "So I'm told, Shae...so I'm told."

Fin