Well, here it is. The final bow. The grand finale. The epilogue, if you will. The final chapter to Octavius vs. Grievous.

anacsadder- Unfortunately there aren't any sequels in my mind RIGHT NOW, but hard to see, the future is. I must thank you for all your fun squeeing, you crazy reviews, and your poking fun at Harry Osbourne. You've been a great reviewer and I'm gonna miss reading them when I'm all through. Thanks again (I'm gonna miss the Penguin Peaces too)

dr.octavius- Yeah, I wrote this story because I thought these two characters were so awesome, but they didn't get nearly enough on-screen time as I thought they should. Anyways, thanks for the review!

Octopus Knight- Yes! He truely did kick butt! But, seriously, was there any doubt in your mind? You see, if Grievous won he would've conquered Earth and that's not cool. This way, at least, you can watch Spider-Man 1, 2 and (soon) 3 and it seems likethis whole storycould've actually happened. Same with Star Wars. I tried to keep the storylines in place. Anyways thanks for all the reviews and KEEP ROOTING FOR OCK!

Well, here we go…tear…

Things were now going slightly better for Otto Octavius. He still didn't have a job, but with Peter Parker sharing Mary Jane's money, old 'Brilliant but Lazy' decided to help his old idle by sharing some bucks with him.

Otto did continue to become one of the greatest heroes New York City had ever seen. Most of the time he fought with Spidey, sending countless super villains off to jail. But as time went on he decided he should, as well. He left New York just about a year after his battle with Grievous. He wrote a letter to Peter a few months after he left.

"Dear Peter,

I must thank you for all the money you sent me, but I'm afraid I just can't accept it any longer. You have a life as well. Besides, I'm applying for many jobs where I live now. By the way, I'm living in a small town in Nebraska, where my dear Rosie was born. It's so beautiful down here and gives me time to relax and work on small-time experiments. The people here don't yet know about my Smart Arms, and I intend to keep it that way. Anyways, I hope your arm's alright. You wrote in your last letter that it had healed and I'm very happy to hear that. So try to stay awake in Conner's class and just remember everything that your aunt taught you. She is a very wise woman indeed.

Your Eight-Armed Friend,

Otto 'Doc Ock' Octavius"

If you're wondering about your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, he was just fine. True to his letter, his arm did heal. It was some sort of freak super-spider side-effect Peter didn't even know about. Some spiders have the rare ability to grow back missing legs. Man, was Parker happy to hear that. He even told his teacher, Dr. Conners, all about it (keeping out, of course, the fact that he was Spider-Man).

"Yeah, so Dr. Conners, the doctor said that some spiders have the ability to re-grow lost limbs. So he mixed up some strange antidote that made my arm grow back. Pretty crazy, huh?"

It sounded stupid in Peter's mind, but inside the mind of Kurt Conners, more thoughts were on the alibi and how it could be true.

"Peter, you're absolutely right." He said, in almost a murmur, and then ran off into his laboratory. He looked down at his stub of an arm, lost in a war. He smiled in hope. Maybe Parker was on to something. But spiders? No, no Kurt hated spiders…oh, but what about reptiles?

'Yes, lizards can grow back missing or lost limbs as well…' he got lost in his thoughts. He grabbed as many books as he could about reptiles at the collage library and studied. He studied for weeks on end. He even let his student teacher teach his classes while he read on and on. Then , one day, he found it.

"This is it!" he cried. "I can do this! I have found the secret to re-growth! This could be the first possible step into immortality!" He grabbed his potion, mixed with a variety of different lizard venoms and some pinches of voodoo magic. He took one large gulp and smiled.

"This…will change everything…"

Harry Osbourne sat in his trashed laboratory, looking over his father's notes furiously. Something wasn't right. The strength and intelligence enhancement formula wasn't strong enough. What was he to do? He grabbed a tube of green liquid and placed it on a small port next to his computer.

"I'll show them." He growled, typing as fast as he could. "They mocked me. They said Oscorp was dead! Well, I'll show them! I'll show them all!" He reached for the green, demon-like mask that lay on the floor. A large yellow eye socket was shattered. Harry cringed.

"The Green Goblin is old school. Dead! I must don a new costume to avenge my father's death. Something more…sinister…" He pulled out a large, dusty book that was in a drawer. He blew the dust off of it, sneezed, then opened it up.

It was a book on medieval characters. He had it opened up to a chapter entitled "Demons and Goblins." He smiled as he saw a monster that looked incredibly evil. Pure evil, as a matter of fact. It had a large, orange face with a blue hood covering most of it. Harry sneered.

"I will avenge you, father," he whispered to himself, nearly insane. "Peter Parker will pay, and so will everyone else…"

Palpatine's face filled with panic for a moment or two, then the dark lord lowered his head. He felt extreme power coming from his apprentice in this "other world" but that power was short lived. Lord Grievous had failed.

The young Darth Vader walked quickly into the throne chamber of his master. His breathing was fast and he had trouble speaking.

"Master," he gasped. "I feel a strong disturbance in the Force, as if darkness was over-powered by a vast amount of light."

"Yes, apprentice, I feel it as well."

Vader hesitated for a moment then asked, "What does it mean, my master?"

Palpatine closed his eyes in thought. "It means that Grievous had failed. He let the darkness consume him. I warned you about that, didn't I, Lord Vader?" His apprentice nodded.

"You must learn to control darkness, not let it control you." The Emperor whispered. "You are your own strength, as you are your own enemy. By weary of the Force, Lord Vader, to avoid his fate."

Darth Vader never saw his master this way before and it worried him. He hoped that Palpatine, the strongest Sith in the galaxy, wasn't turning soft on him. He then thought that Jedi had moments like these to keep things in order, so must the Sith. He bowed respectfully and walked away.

Grievous's exoskeleton was now in the new York Department of Scientific Research for studying. Scientists experimented on his body and the materials that it was made of. These types of metal were not existent in our world, so the scientists took this into careful consideration.

After a few months of research, they thought if they could bring the alien cyborg back to life to carry on the experiments. They plugged the body into a life-support system and flipped a few switches. There was a brilliant flash of light and the presence of darkness began to grow...

Well, that's that! Sequels? If you want one but there's nothing currently on the horizon. I'm off to work on my latest story Simmer Down, Conan. Adios and thanks for reading!