AN. This is the last chapter. Thank you for your reviews. There might be a sequel planned in the future, but, as for now, its done. Actually, there probably will be a sequel.

Chapter 11.

Charlie woke up at noon. Two weeks had passed since the incident at the tower, and the nurse hadn't let him leave the hospital, even though he had regained enough strength to walk. His hand was still bandaged, but his throat had healed, leaving a thin pink scar on his neck.

'You must be the most unlucky person ever.' Joked the nurse when he first woke up. 'Broken neck, and then… this.'

He had gotten lots of visitors, some just curious as to how his left hand looked without a fifth finger, some staying for a while to talk, even though they had never spoken to Charlie before. And his friends Went to the Hospital room every day instead of lunch, so he was anxiously awaiting them.

After ten minutes, they finally came, with plastic bags of today's lunch- Spaghetti and meatballs, and some salad. They got the chairs and trays out and sat around Charlie's bed.

Fidelio's talent was found out during the second week, and within a few days of that everyone in the school knew. Fidelio seemed to Hate the attention almost as much as the cause for it.

"So," Charlie started, "What's been up?"

"Nothing much, just Homework. We're getting a lot before break. It's not fair you don't have to do it!" Exclaimed Zelda, who had been Spending more time with them, which helped when she was avoiding Manfred. Ever Since she had been awakened from hypnosis, she had switched sides and become more "Well, yes, it is fair, with what you went through; you should be excused for the rest of your life."

Charlie looked up at the Calendar hanging behind the desk. Its was February 23. That was a Familiar Date…

"Oh! Happy Birthday, Fidelio!" He said. "Sorry I didn't get anything for you.?" Fidelio looked even sadder at that. "Oh, yeah. My birthday."

Ever Since that day, Fidelio had been more depressed that usual. He was never happy, and what made his mood worse was that with every passing day, he seemed to grow stronger, his Endowment brimming over to let him do other things, like moving metal and minor telekinesis. It would be a dream for most; except for one major flaw- he couldn't control any of it. Things would float and drop again as he walked passed them, and Charlie had been informed that the main hall was now lit with Candles and All of Fidelio's Classes were spent in the dark. In fact, most teachers had simply refused to teach him, and the only class he had was Strings with Miss. Crystal. That would be the best thing in the world for most children, but it burdened Fidelio with a strong feeling of rejection.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday," Said Emma, who sat next to him. She was sitting awfully close. They were Practically Sharing a tray. "How old are you now, again?"

Fidelio picked at his food, which he hadn't eaten anyways. He never did. "Fourteen." He said, almost to his Spaghetti. Emma Looked almost as forlorn as Fidelio did. "Well, Happy Birthday, Fidelio. I'll get you something by Monday, Ok?" He looked up at her. "It's ok, really. I don't need anything."

She smiled. "No, I'm pretty sure you need some more Rosin. You looked like you were running out at the pre-concert."

"When's the concert?" Asked Charlie. "I know I couldn't Play in it, but I'd like to go."

Olivia took a drink of Water. "It's Friday. Wait, Tomorrow's Friday. Sorry, Guys, I can't go. That's the day of the audition!" I'm going home tonight. You don't know how hard it was to persuade Dr. Bloor!"

Lysander looked at his watch. "Crap! We missed the bell!" Olivia looked at her watch. "We've still got fifteen minutes…" She said, confused.

"Well, me, Tancred, and Emma have to go, our Art Project is due tomorrow, and we're no where near done!" Lysander and Tancred left, and Olivia pushed the chairs and trays back to where they were. "Oh, and Charlie, Your Uncle's staying with me and Aunt Julia, since your house… Since it's gone."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot." He said, forlorn. After this, he had forgotten that a terrible, raging fire had destroyed his house, killing his mom, and both his grandparents. "Can Ben come, too? He's probably really lonely here. "Of course, Charlie. He won't take up that much space. He won't take up any space at all, come to think of it. Well, seeya, Charlie, Olivia, Fidelio!"

The three talked for a bit, and Fidelio left after a while. He was becoming more distant, harder to talk to. As he left the room and all small object dropped to the ground after being released from his telekinetic hold, Olivia Went and Cleaned up around the room.

After she was done, she sat on the bed next to Charlie, who was sitting as well. She took his left hand, gently touching the spot where his finger used to be- should be.

"Charlie… I'm sorry. I'm sorry this whole thing happened." She looked up, their eyes meeting for a split second.

"It's ok; really, there as nothing you could have done to stop it. Really." He noticed that she was still holding his hand, still looking at him. She liked him. She liked him. Olivia, probably the best-looking girl at Bloors (when she's not trying out some outlandish new hair-do) liked him, boring, unattractive Charlie.

"No, It's not." She said, and there was a silence. After a while, She Spoke up.

"I…I must have made a fool of myself, that day… when…When I told you I Liked you…You must not feel the same…" she said, blushing.

"What gave you that Idea?" he asked. She laughed. "You obviously don't, just the way you talk to me…"

"Well, I'm sorry I gave you that thought, because it's a lie." He said. She looked up. "Really?" He leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek. "Really," He whispered in her ear. Blushing, she grabbed her backpack, and rushed out the door, but not before giving one last look at Charlie Bone. Once she closed the door, She sighed and leaned against the wall.

"So?" Said Tancred.

Olivia smiled.

"Did he?" asked Emma, secretly. "He better have, that was in ingenious plan. Art project, psh."

Oliva nodded, her smile broadening. "Yes, yes he did." And the four walked down the hall to their next classes.