Author's Note: Yeah, this is a little shorter than the last few chapters, but it's still good and there is definitely more to come.

I also wanted to explain about Mrs. Neutron in Part 11 of my story. Okay, that chapter (ch. 11) ended with the words, ". . .Judy couldn't help, but point fingers. Somehow she knew Marcy was involved." Okay, let me clear something up about that. Some of you are under the impression that Judy believes Marcy was somehow the cause of the whole Jimmy and Cindy situation. Or at least that's what I'm getting. I really should've worded it differently. You see, she doesn't believe that Marcy was involved with the Jimmy/Cindy thing, she just knows that Marcy had a small part in the chaos that has now come up. In a small way she was because she blurted out something that Jimmy and Libby didn't want anyone to know that made everyone jump to conclusions and blah blah blah. Lol! You see? Clear now? Lol. Hope so, but if you're still confused let me know and I will be happy to explain it all again. Now you may all enjoy the next chapter. YAY!

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Part 13: There Goes One Happy Ending

"Just knock it off!" Libby demanded. "People are beginning to stare."

"They've been staring!" Sheen shouted.

Libby opened her mouth to speak, but Carl was quick.

"She doesn't want them to continue," Carl added.

"I couldn't care any less or any more or. . .whatever!"

"I should've known."

Everyone stopped, surprised to hear the familiar voice.

"You came here with Neutron, didn't you?"

Cindy sighed. "Nick, don't-"

"Answer the question!"

The group and the crowd stared on as a drunk Nick approached them. He placed a hand on Cindy when he was close enough. "Come on, baby." He leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"You're drunk," she said. "Just get out of here before you embarrass yourself completely. You don't want the media to talk badly about you, do you?"

He smiled a sloppy grin. "Psst." He leaned down to kiss her again and she pushed him away. The crowd gasped.

"Don't touch her," Jimmy warned as he stood, protectively in front of her.

Cindy pushed him aside, annoyed. "I can handle this," she said as she looked at him. He looked at her and made a face, but she shook her head. "I got it."

"What is that?" Nick asked. "Sign language between you two?"

Cindy kept her eyes on Nick. "There's nothing between me and Jimmy. We've long since been over and so have we." She gestured to herself and Nick.

This answer he did not like, but instead of getting angry he became upset. "What was it about me that you had to get away from?"

She looked at him. She was suddenly shivering and she couldn't understand why. "I just. . .wasn't happy. I found you lacking, I guess."

This was when his anger returned. He nodded. "Lacking. And where I was lacking, Neutron wasn't?"

"He and I aren't-"

"Exactly," Jimmy answered.

There was another gasp through the crowd and people began to whisper and in that moment that felt like forever, came the first punch that made it into something beyond anyone saw coming.

Women screamed as Jimmy went down. It had only been one hit, but it was hard enough to knock Jimmy off balance. That punch held every bit of hate and anger Nick had in him. People pulled away as many of them moved in, creating chaos around them as people began to try and run as if someone had come after them.

In seconds Nick was down over Jimmy, pinning him the floor as he punched him and Jimmy, trying his best, attempted an escape, but found none. And from there the energy and chaos grew as Sheen came to Jimmy's aid, ripping Nick away and tossing him aside. Sheen stood over Jimmy, protectively as Nick stood. With a growl he came after Sheen and knocked him down, both falling on top of Jimmy, crushing him in the process.

Sheen rolled over, so Jimmy could escape as he fought Nick.

Libby helped Jimmy up and attempted to get him out, but Jimmy refused and went to Sheen's aid.

Cindy looked around and spotted the bouncers heading their way with a small man in a business suite. She guessed he was the owner of the place, but they came across hordes of people who simply wanted to get away. Few of them had cameras, people from the press who had most likely fallowed them to the club. People did things like that all the time just for money.

"We have to get out of here!" Cindy could hear Carl shout as he tried to get Jimmy and Sheen. But Sheen pushed him away before he could get hit and then Sheen dove into the fight again, along side Jimmy.

A swarm of people were being led outside and along the current of strangers was Cindy who had been taken away before she could help her "friends."

She tried to get back inside, but was not allowed. She was thankful, though, when she spotted Carl. She ran to him.

"What happened?" she asked. "Did you pull them apart?"

He shook his head. "One of the big guys picked me up and brought me out here before I could try pulling them apart again."

Cindy suddenly felt a wave of anxiety hit her and it hadn't been until then that she realized how truly unstable she was. I could use a vacation after this, she thought. A real one.

She watched the entrance as she pushed her way through. Libby came out with Sheen in her arms. He tried to pull away from her.

"I don't think so," she said sternly as she pulled him away from the doors.

"Where's Jimmy?" Cindy asked, feeling her heart in her throat.

Libby looked at her and before she could say anything Cindy got her answer.

"Right here."

She turned feeling relief wash over her. She walked to him ready to hug him, but another wave of people came from behind him and unfortunately took Jimmy and Cindy with them, knocking them both down.

Cindy thought she had closed her eyes when her head hit the ground, but it had just been her vision. She saw nothing but black for only a few seconds. She lifted her head a little to reach the back of her head and when everything came into focus, she saw Jimmy's face staring down at her.

This was when Nick came out. He looked down at them. "Get a fucking room," he sneered as he walked off, though there was hurt in his eyes as he said it. People cheered and shouted vulgar comments, leaving Cindy to blush. Jimmy stood and brushed himself off. He didn't offer her a hand.

She sat up as he walked away.

"So it's love 'er and leave 'er, eh?" someone in the far away crowd commented as a few "aw"ed.

"So it's gonna be like that?" someone else said.

"Honey, you should do away with him!" another shouted.

Cindy stood up, mortified. She quickly brushed herself off and followed Jimmy. It wasn't until they were away from the crowd and excitement that she saw Libby, Sheen, and Carl again. Cindy watched as Sheen kept moving away from Libby. "Leave me alone!"

"Will you just stop and let me see your face!" she shouted angrily. "It's all cut up!"

He gave an exasperated breath.

Jimmy tapped his shoulder and he turned around. "Thanks," Jimmy said.

"I didn't do it for you," Sheen lied. "I was fighting with you first before he came in."

Jimmy nodded. "Sounds fair."

"It is," Sheen said as he turned away. Libby fused over him again and he tired getting away, but she was very persistent, though he was determined.

"Jimmy?" Cindy called to which Jimmy turned. "Listen. I-"

"I really don't want to hear any more from you, Vortex," he said. "So just leave me alone, okay? I've had enough drama for the night. Let's save it for another day."

He turned away and passed Sheen and Libby. Carl stopped him, pleading with him to talk to her. Cindy choose this time to walk toward him. Libby and Sheen stopped their quarrel to watch as curiosity got the best of them.

"Listen," she said again. "I don't care what you may think or what you may say." Her eyes began to tear. "But I'm glad you came out of there in one piece and I'm sorry Nick attacked you like that. It was wrong and-"

"You don't have to apologize for him," Jimmy said."Apologize for yourself."

She chocked back the sobs in her throat. "Me?"

"Yeah, you!" he said as he approached her. "For what you did to me!"

"What I did to you?"

"You played with me!" he shouted. And everything around them grew silent. Tears brimmed in his eyes and he looked away to try and pull himself together. "I loved you so much," he said. He didn't look at her. "I was crazy about you. You were more important to me than science ever could have been."

She was waiting to hear the words "still" and "are" to show that he loved her even as he spoke at that moment, but the words never came and her own words were trapped in her throat.

He turned at her again. "Everything is the way you wanted it to be. Everyone is on your side now with one draw back." He looked at her, staring at her right in the eyes. "Divided you all stand and I refuse to fall to my knees."

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Marcy sat in the living room by herself, her hands in her lap. She was confused and didn't know exactly what to say or do anymore. She couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for everything even though she hadn't done it on purpose. She just wanted to know the truth. Was the man she idealized as disloyal as the journal said he was? He's perfect, she thought. He could never make such a horrible mistake.

Part of her refused to believe that Jimmy had done what the journal said he did, but she was mostly torn and she couldn't even begin to comprehend how Becca was feeling. She was sure the young girl was feeling this ten times worse.

"Marcy."

She turned to see Mrs. Neutron staring down at her. "We should talk."

Marcy nodded and she moved to make room for the older woman.

When she was settled, Judy looked at Marcy. "I don't mean to be rude," she began. "But I can't shake the feeling that you had something to do with this whole thing with Jimmy and Becca and apparently Libby, Sheen, and Carl as well."

Marcy looked down. She tightened her hold on her own hands. She nodded. "It wasn't on purpose, honest." She looked up as she sniffed. "I went to Becca's room because I thought she might be in there. I wanted to ask her for a book to read. She had a lot that looked interesting and I thought I'd ask her to borrow one, but she wasn't in the room." Her tears spilled over her eyes. "I saw a book on her bed and picked it up, but it slipped out of my hands and it opened to a page and I saw 'Jimmy' and got curious, so I read it. I found out that he-"

"Don't say it," Judy replied. She shook her head. "I don't want to hear it."

Marcy nodded. "I just couldn't believe it and I heard the door slam and went down stairs and I couldn't help myself when I saw Mr. Neutron. I asked him. I confronted him and I guess I shouldn't have because it ruined his relationship with everyone." She looked down. "I didn't-"

The phone rang and they both turned to it.

"I'll get it," Judy said as she got up. She answered it and Marcy waited as patiently as she could. "Yes. . .oh, yes, she's here. . .Oh, she's fine. . .she's been great. . .oh, no trouble at all. . .yes. . .oh, I see. . . okay. I'll let her know. . ." She put the phone down and turned to her.

"That was your father."

Marcy froze, but Mrs. Neutron smiled. "Looks like he sent someone over to get you. He said that this person should be over soon. He arrived yesterday."

"He?" Marcy asked.

Mrs. Neutron covered her mouth. "It's suppose to be a surprise." She removed her hand and smiled. "Why don't we get you all packed and ready for when your visitor comes."

"But-"

"We'll talk upstairs."

Marcy nodded and followed her up the stairs.

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It didn't take Jimmy long to get home and when he arrived, he found everyone in the living room. Everyone looked at him as he entered the room and whatever had split them in two before had temporarily been put aside as they rushed to him.

"Sweetheart!" his mother exclaimed. "What happened to you?"

"Carl did this?" his father asked, stunned. "I never knew he had it in him!" A smile spread across his lips. Becca nudged him, indicating him that it wasn't the best of time for that.

"Do you need help sitting down?" Becca asked. She made her way to him and nestled beside him so his arm rested on her shoulder. She placed her arms around him and began to lead him to the couch, but he pulled away.

"I'm not hurt that bad," he said. "I'm not hurt at all. It just looks bad, but it doesn't feel bad."

He didn't see the hurt in her eyes, so he moved to the stairs with a slight limp. He didn't even remember exactly how he hurt his ankle. The fight seemed a blur at the moment. I just need to lie down, he thought. I'll be better in the morning.

"Maybe we should call 911," Marcy suggested as she went to the phone. She picked it up, ready to dial, but she put it back down as soon as she heard Jimmy's voice thundering toward her.

"No!" Jimmy argued, but he soon regretted the yell. His head throbbed. It didn't hurt this much before, he thought. "I just need some sleep."

"Buh-but, Mr. Neutron," Marcy called. "I-isn't it bad for someone with a concussion to fall asleep. I'm sure I read that somewhere before."

"I don't have a-"

"Oh, my!" Judy exclaimed. "I read that somewhere too. James Isaac Neutron! You come down and sit with us in the livingroom right now, young man!" She pointed to the couch.

He shook his head. "I'm going to bed." He began his march up the stairs, but Goddard intervened.

He whimpered.

"Not you too, Goddard." With a defeated sigh, Jimmy went back down and with a sigh a relief, Becca came to help him.

When he sat on the couch he shooed them away, but neither one of them left. Becca sat down beside him. She looked at him as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes filling with concern.

He looked away. "I'm fine," he said.

Becca opened her mouth to speak, but the doorbell rang.

"I'll, um, get it," Marcy said. "It's probably for me."

Jimmy turned. For her?

"Marcy's going home tonight," Mrs. Neutron replied, knowing his question.

The door opened and in stepped Carl. "Jimmy!" he exclaimed. "Oh, thank god you're okay." He rushed to him and sat down. "Everyone was a little worried about you. Libby and Sheen, I mean. Cindy too."

"I'm sure they were," Jimmy replied.

"They were!" Carl protested. "Libby didn't exactly say it, but she implied it. And Sheen never outwardly said it, but you could see it in his eyes. Even Cindy was a wreck! But then again maybe it was because of what you said. She's actually kinda angry now, but it's obvious it's because she's hurt."

Jimmy looked at his hands. He just wanted to sleep! This day was by far one of the most horrible one's in his life time. He'd much rather be captured by the Twoonkies again or was that too much to ask? His faith in everything seemed to simply disappear. He had hoped and he had believed that his love for Cindy would conquer everything. He truly believed that all he needed was love and she'd some how find her way back with a little encouragement from him, of course. He had even put his anger aside a long time ago because of this belief, but it turned out that his theory was false and it had taken him a huge fight to figure it all out. His friends. . .weren't friends and the love of his life. . .was no love. It would take a miracle for him to believe again.

There was the sound of a car horn and everyone turned to look toward the door where Marcy stood. She walked outside with everyone following only a few steps away as the car door opened. From the car emerged a young man with light brown hair, his eyes a sparkling blue. Just from the way he appeared, he looked to be everything Marcy was not.

"Michael?" Marcy called.

Jimmy recognized the name as Marcy's friend since childhood. Libby had mentioned it to him and the story about him when she told him that Marcy would be her maid of honor.

Libby was already outside when everyone began pouring out of the house.

The young man looked up with a huge smile on his face. "Hello," he called out as he waved. "I'm here to pick Marcy up, take her back home." He didn't seem shy at all. It was almost as if he had meet them all before and felt comfortable enough to start up a conversation at any moment.

Everyone stared, they were all speechless, but thank god for Becca because she broke the ice. "He is cute," she whispered under her breath. Mrs. Neutron gave a laugh and Becca smiled.

Without warning Marcy ran toward the young man. She opened her arms wide and embraced him. It was the first time that anyone had seen her truly happy and out there.

"I'm so happy to see you," she said.

The young man held her as he smiled. "I'm happy to see you too. Your sister wanted to come, but you know your dad." Marcy nodded. "He wouldn't allow it. And well, my parents thought it was a good idea for me to come here. I think they were up to something."

Marcy blushed. "Don't be silly."

From the driver's side came another person, this time an older man. He looked to be around 30-ish.

"Brian!" Marcy called.

"Hey, there, little cousin," the man greeted. He looked up at everyone else. "Hi."

"Hi," everyone greeted.

"I apologize for my reporters," he said. "I know they were causing trouble around here. Marcy told me. When there's a story-" he shrugged. "-they just can't help themselves and I'm a little to blame for it myself."

"It's alright," Jimmy replied. "They didn't bother me all that much to be honest. It was Vortex they were all over."

The sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Will you tell her that on behalf of the Retroville paper that I apologize ten times over?"

Jimmy nodded, not thinking he'd ever get the chance to and feeling a little bad that the message would never get through.

"Thanks," he said. "Anyway, I'm here to take these two to the airport."

"Of course," Mrs. Neutron replied. "Hugh, honey, can you get Marcy's bags?"

Hugh retreated inside and Jimmy went to help him. They came out with Marcy's bags and helped put them in the car. Brian, Marcy's cousin looked at Jimmy with curiosity, but the man didn't ask him about his face. He didn't have to because his eyes and his expression asked for him.

"I fell down the stairs," Jimmy replied and the man turned away an expression of "ooo-kay then" on his face.

"You should've told someone you were coming here," Michael told Marcy. Jimmy turned to watch them, curious to see where the conversation would lead. "You know I would've gone with you if you'd asked. Macy and Derrick would've gone too. If you'd asked."

Marcy shrugged. She looked away. "It's just that. . .at the time it seemed like a chance to be free."

"Free from what?"

"The pressure my parents put on me. To be good in school and be like Macy while doing it. To be free from this feeling of. . .being invisible. I mean, I know I'm different. Everybody is, but no one seems to really see me at home. It's like I'm not there."

"That's not true!" Michael protested. "People notice you!"

Marcy shook her head slowly. "It doesn't feel that way," she whispered. "Anyway, it wasn't just that I wanted to get away from. It was also to be free from everyone and every thing at school, at home. To escape these feelings I have for-"

Michael's face fell a little. "Feelings you have for who?"

"For this guy who doesn't even like me that way," she answered with a shrug, still not looking at him. "He's in love with Macy, my sister."

"Then he's an idiot," Michael said firmly. Marcy looked up at him as he looked into her eyes. "If he can't see any of the great things about you that I see in you everyday, then he's not even worth your time." She was stunned. Everyone was stunned from this. . .this display of great loyalty that seemed to be lacking in everyone else.

"But Macy is-"

"Macy is everything you're not," he said, which seemed to upset Marcy a little. "But," he continued and she looked up. "You are everything that she is not. And let me tell you, I'd much rather be with you than Macy any time." He smiled with a slight blush. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that. . .I love you."

For a moment no one spoke, not even Marcy, but she soon smiled. "Well, of course you do," she said. "You're one of my best friends and I love you too."

Michael chuckled. "No, Marcy," he said. "I mean, I love you." He shrugged again. "I'm in love with you."

Marcy's smiled faded and for a moment it seemed that she would faint. Tears flowed from her eyes as she looked up at him. "I thought it was Macy you loved."

Michael stared at her. "I. . .I was the guy were talking about?"

She nodded.

He shook his head. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" she asked with a blush.

He smiled. "I just did."

Marcy nodded as she cried. She let out a breath of relief as he encircled his arms around her. "Let's go home."

Marcy nodded as she looked up at him. They stared at each other for a while.

"Kiss her, you fool!" Libby shouted.

"Plant a big one her!" Becca added.

Jimmy couldn't help but laugh. The strain he had on himself seemed to be lifted, at least for the time being. But he enjoyed the sudden atmosphere. It was easy to breath and it was intoxicating to feel such strong, vibrant vibes. It was healthy too, especially, with everything that had gone on.

Michael being Marcy's opposite, strong and definitely not shy, smiled as he leaned forward. Marcy blushed like fiend, but didn't protest as Michael's lips met her's in a kiss that had everyone mesmerized and wishing they had that spacial someone. It was a kiss that could spread jealousy among everyone who witnessed it, but it also had the power to lighten the heart and allow those who watched to except it for the beautiful display of love and devotion that it was.

And as Jimmy watched, he wondered if some day he'd have that love and devotion, that loyalty that Marcy and Michael shared. Would his love conquer? Or was it really doomed to continue to fail?

He looked over his shoulder to Cindy's window. Her light was still on and he thought he saw her face staring back at him, but it had only been his imagination. With a sigh he looked away.

"There goes one happy ending," Libby commented as she watched. Her voice was a mixture of longing, relief, hope, and sadness.