Disclaimer: I own nobody in this, the final chapter, aside from Soul-Less, who appears in name only. Y'know, cause he died last chapter. Or did he? Bum bum BUM. Anyway, all characters are copyright of the jawsome Butch Hartman, who will forever hold a place for his pure unadultered genius in my eyes, and I'm assuming the eyes of any who read this. With that said, let's get onto the ending!
Two days had passed since the whole incident with Desiree and Soul-Less. Because of the damage caused in the battle with the latter, school had been closed for the rest of the week to be repaired. Our four main characters were sitting in Sam's basement, watching a movie. Danny looked over at his sister, partly because he had something to say to her, and partly cause he wanted to make sure Jazz was still there.
"Jazz...sorry." he said.
"For what?" Jazz asked.
"For not telling you before about being half-ghost." Danny answered.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Danny. Telling me was your choice. I'm just glad you did, even if I did know it already." Jazz said.
"So you WERE trying to catch me in the act!" Danny said.
"Yeah." she said, grinning sheepishly.
"Next time you try to catch me in the act of something, Jazz, please, don't use your underwear." Danny said.
"Can do." she said, chuckling.
"Tucker, can you help me go get the jumbo jug of popcorn?" Sam asked suddenly.
"What? But it's the best part! They're gonna use the lighthouse to ward off the ghost!" Tucker argued.
"We can rewind it, Tuck." Danny said.
"Oh...alright." Tucker sighed, following Sam out of the room.
"Wait a sec..." he trailed off, then continued. "We ALREADY have a jumbo jug out there!"
"I know." Sam said. "I just wanted to say..." Sam trailed off, then turned back to the staircase and shouted "Jazz! Can you come here? I wanted to show you Tucker's PDA's screen saver!" "WHAT!" Tucker shouted. "No!" he said, a little less shrilly.
"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Sam said.
"Yeah, getting me into a lot of troub--Jazz! Hi!" Tucker cut off as Jazz reached the top of the steps.
"What's this about Tucker's screen saver?" Jazz asked, as Tucker stayed behind her, frantically shaking his head no. Sam accessed the screen saver, and what popped up made Tucker's jaw drop, not in horror, but surprise. Rather than a picture of Jazz in the shower, there was a collage of pictures of the four of them, with the text on the bottom saying "Welcome to our inner circle. May we all continue to be friends forever." In the center, there was a picture of the four of them, just taken yesterday. Seeing this, Jazz smiled warmly and turned to face Tucker.
"That's so sweet. Thanks, Tucker." she said, hugging him. Sam noticed as Tucker's eyes narrowed and his lips curved upward as much as they could.
"It's official, then. You're part of our inner circle, Jazz." Sam said. "Thanks, Sam." Jazz said, the warm smile not leaving her face.
"Anytime. Shall we get back to watching the movie, then? I'll get some sodas, you just go on." Sam said.
"Alright." Jazz said, walking back down the stairs.
"...You're welcome." Tucker finally said, still smiling.
"'Fraid she went back downstairs, Tuck." Sam said.
"You changed my PDA screen saver?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, thought it might get you some brownie points with the girl you've been crushing on since grade school." Sam said, smiling.
"Thanks Sam, you're the best." Tucker said.
"No problem, that's what friends are for." she said, then smiled slyly. "But you're still getting maced!" She then sprayed mace in Tucker's eyes, causing him to scream out in pain.
"AUGH! GOD, MY EYES! THE PAIN!"
THE END
Author's note: I told you it'd be shorter. Ah well, keep a lookout for a new DP fanfic by moi shortly, taking place after this one. As a matter of fact, keep looking out for a season's worth of DP fanfics after this one. Peace out, fellow DP fanatics.
