A/N: Okay, I'm forcing myself to put this up before I leave for Wisconsin, followed by Ohio... We're moving in my bro and sis-in-law and having our family reunion thingy. Yay... So, here we are, the end at last. :sob-fest: Here's your epilogue, so you can see what happened to Danny, Sam, Tuck, Jazz, Kay, etc. after what happened.
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Epilogue: April 4, 2026
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"Danny, get up!" my wife, Sam Manson-Fenton, yelled in my ear. I jerked up.
"Wha'?" I asked, still asleep.
"I swear, Danny, you're even worse than Steven!" she sighed.
"Well, that would at least explain where I get it from," Steven said from the doorway. The twelve-year-old had black hair and blue eyes, a miniature of me, but with Sam's attitude. "Hey, Mom, happy b-day, Dad." He entered the room and sat down on the bed. "Where's Di?"
"Diana is downstairs, Steve," Sam replied, smirking. "She's already eating. You haven't gotten dressed yet." Sam laughed at her son's pajamas, which he was still wearing. Steve blushed and left the room. Sam turned to me, "He's just like you, you know, including the ghost powers."
"Well," I said, now awake, "Di's just like you, but she's got ghost powers, too." I sighed. "Six of them, and Jazz, Tuck, Kay, and the others have another, what, thirty between them." I pulled on a shirt and pants, nearly falling from losing my balance.
"And eleven of them are Kay and Nick's," Sam said, laughing. I couldn't tell whether it was at my expense, or Kay and Nick's.
"Yeah, well, we all saw that coming a mile away."
"They had triplets that one year, remember? Nick's hand almost broke because Kay was holding it so tight."
"Actually, it did break, and Kay did it on purpose. Remember, they had gotten into a fight the week before 'cause Kay was being, well, pregnant-Kay." Sam laughed. I sighed and stood up. "Are Cat, Amy, and the twins up yet?"
"Well, Mark and Marissa are…."
"You get Cat, I'll get Amy?" I said hopefully.
"Nice try. I woke Cat last time."
"But Amy's not much better!" I whined. Our third and fourth oldest children, Cat and Amy, tended to be… well, they got their powers at an early age and… enjoyed using them a little too much.
"But she is better," Sam pointed out. She was right, though. Cat always played tricks on people, most of the time me, and most of the time, the pranks hurt!
I sighed. "Fine, but if I lose a limb, I blame you," I threatened. Sam laughed. She was one of two people who could control Cat and Amy. And before you ask, no, I'm not the other. Kay is, mostly because she taught them a lot of their pranks.
I went into Cat's room. It was black and red with several pictures and posters on the walls. She was still asleep, the covers pulled over her head--
WEEEEEEEE-OOOOO! The sirens went off in my head. She doesn't sleep completely covered in blankets! I became wary, expecting her to pull something, and cautiously moved forward. Suddenly, the world turned upside-down as a rope hoisted me up to the ceiling by my ankle. Cat came in, smiling.
"Hi, Dad," she said, walking right past me. Her red, black, and purple hair was quad-braided down to her waist and her purple eyes glinted mischievously when she saw me. She was wearing a characteristic black shirt saying "Bow to me, you're in the presence of evilness" in red and black baggy cargo pants. She was putting her combats boots on.
"Caitlan Alex Fenton/Phantom, YOU LET ME DOWN, NOW!" I yelled angrily after realizing I couldn't faze through the rope.
"Sorry, Dad," she said, smirking and shrugging as she walked out to meet with Amy, who was standing at the door. Amy had waist-length red hair with black and blue streaks and blue eyes, a shirt declaring "Out of the way, pure evil coming through!" in red, black baggy jeans, and combat boots. "I don't wanna be late for school!" The two ran downstairs, laughing.
Sam came in a few minutes later and cut the rope, causing me to fall from the ceiling. "Thanks," I said bitterly.
"Oh, let them have some fun once in a while!" she said, smiling.
"I would, if their 'fun' didn't come at my expense!" I growled as we walked downstairs. Di was waiting with Steve by the door. He was wearing a black shirt that said "Being the oldest stinks… but I get to be the boss!" in blue, black jeans, and combat boots. Di had shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes. She was wearing a black shirt that said "All hail the Queen of Goth!" in purple, black baggy pants, and combat boots. Both had their backpacks in front of the door.
Cat and Amy soon joined them, laughing about Cat's newest prank, no doubt. Sure enough, Di and Steve looked at me sympathetically before turning back to their younger siblings. At that moment, Mark and Marissa, the twins and youngest, came out of the kitchen, followed by an angry Sam, holding a mop.
Mark and Marissa both had reddish-brown hair and green eyes. Mark had on a black shirt that said "Kill me, I'm actually happy today…." in green, black jeans, and combat boots. Mari was wearing a green shirt with the same saying in black, black jeans, and, what else, combat boots. Both were blushing wildly as Sam yelled at them for making a mess in the kitchen. Then, she turned on me.
"Daniel Fenton, look at what your children did!"
I held up my hands as she threateningly raised the mop. "Not just my children, you know," I reminded her. She smiled grimly at me and put the mop away as I ushered the kids out the door, muttering, "Let's go, Mom's not happy…. And we all know that Dad's normally in trouble when Mom's not happy…."
We walked quickly to the bus stop where I called out the usual as they boarded.
"Say hi to Aunt Jazz and Uncle Leo's kids for us, and Aunt Bek and Uncle Mike's, and the Sefies, and the Foleys, and the Johnsons, and the Eppes, and the Zanders!"
There were six groans as they all yelled back, "We will, Dad!"
"Have a good day, kids!" I yelled to them as they drove away. Cat and Amy, sitting in the back with their following (…their friends), were waving out the back door, Mark and Mari had stuck their head and an arm each out the window and waved before the driver yelled at them to sit back down, and Di and Steve lazily reached a hand out to wave.
I sighed and stuck my hands in the pockets of my black jeans as I walked back to my house, thinking about the past few years. Kay and Nick had gotten married just a few days after I told my parents.
I laughed. Their wedding was one fiasco after another. Think Father of the Bride, only about ten times worse.
Sam and I had our wedding shortly after theirs. I remembered it like it was yesterday.
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Flashback
After tripping when I walked down the aisle, I stood (nervously) next to Tucker, who was my best man. Nick was looking anxiously for Kay to come down the aisle. Jon and Leo sighed next to him while Mike, Charlie, and Ray tried not to laugh.
Then, the music picked up as the girls walked in, all wearing a nice shade of purple, but each with a different style of dress. I laughed, of course Sam would want them to keep their individuality, even in a wedding. I was just kinda nervous at how Kay's would look. However, she hadn't picked out purple baggy pants and a T-shirt like I feared, instead going with a nice, if not a bit short, dress. When she started walking, though, Nick screamed out, "FINALLY!" and she ran up and smacked him on the head.
Here Comes the Bride began playing, and I fidgeted, hoping I wouldn't do something stupid like faze through the ground, or fall, or trip again, or faint, or blush wildly, or--
"Dude, watch it," Tucker muttered, pointing at my feet. I quickly pulled myself slightly out of the ground, thanking whoever was up there that no one saw it because they were watching Sam walk in.
And, wow, she looked awesome. I wasn't surprised that the dress was black instead of white, I was more surprised at the fact that no one else seemed to notice. It was, of course, very different in both the style and just… aw, forget it! SHE LOOKS HOTT!
Umm… anyway…. She came down the aisle and stood next to me, though I noticed her dad didn't look too happy about this. The pastor asked who gave Sam to be married, and she had to glare an "I do" out of her dad. He sat down, and the pastor began, looking at him oddly.
When he asked if anyone objected, Sam's mom looked like she was about to say something, but again Sam's glare silenced both her parents. Needless to say, they weren't very happy after the whole thing.
I think the pastor was surprised when he saw the rings we had for each other. Both were black, and both had a very small DP symbol on them, mine in green-ish blue and Sam's in violet. But, he made no objections, and at last said the best line (Okay, maybe I'm the only one who thinks that, but it was!).
"You may now kiss the bride."
That was the best two (and a half) minutes of my life. Although, I think everyone else got a little tired after the first thirty seconds…. Except Nick. He was hooting and hollering like he was at a football game that was going into overtime….
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End flashback
I laughed. What else would someone have expected at Sam's and my wedding? I knew that Tucker and the guys (and at least two of the girls) had a bet going on how long the kiss would be. I think Lex won….
Anyway, to no one's surprise, Jazz and Leo got married a year after Sam and I. Bek and Mike had gotten hitched as well. Charlie and Elaine had a double wedding with Lex and Ray that was… interesting, to say the least. Tucker and Valerie, to my surprise, started going out and were married half a year after Sam and I. Jon had gotten together with this girl named Zara, who was actually one of Kay's emo friends. They were married within a year, to everyone but Kay's surprise. Their kids, though… well, they had… mood swings, if you know what I mean.
Speaking of kids, each of the now-married couples had at least tow. Charlie and Elaine had Amelia (9) and Jake (10), who both looked just like their parents. Ray and Lex had Ashley (10), Aaron (9), Rachel (8), Robbie (8), and Joanna (6). Jazz and Leo had Philip (11) and Phoebe (8). Bek and Mike had Tomas (5), Leah (9), and Stephanie (12). Tucker and Valerie had Vanessa (11), Sarah (9), and Evan (6). Jon and Zara had Zabrina (10), Josiah (8), Jenn (7), and Zack (5).
Then, there were Kay and Nick's kids. Carmen, Kasara, Lydia, Nathaniel, Savana, Seth, Simon, Tamera, Will, Terrani, and Tyreek. They were thirteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, ten, ten, eight, six, five, and five, respectively. Needless to say, their house was crazy. They live a few streets away, and we can often hear Kay screaming at the triplets for something or other. Of course, they constantly complain that they can hear me screaming at either Cat or Amy, so….
I sighed again. By now, I was back at the house, where Sam was probably getting ready for work. She had to go in to the newspaper editor's office about her new "scoop": The Truth Behind S.A. Yeah, the editor had just found out that S.A. was, well, me. So now, it was Sam's job to explain what all had happened to me. Of course, some things will have to be changed before handed in to the paper, especially the ghost stuff….
I was still drawing. I had found enough places to sell my paintings to keep a steady flow of money coming in, as Sam was also doing. Sam and I had talked several times about my past as S.A., so by now, both of us had come to the same two conclusions about it: it was all Vlad and Dan's fault, and we wouldn't speak of it more than necessary.
I had gone inside and into the kitchen, where Sam was just getting finished with her breakfast. I came up behind her and hugged her. She turned her head and kissed me.
"Ready for work?" I asked as we parted.
"Yep. Ready to draw?" she said, smirking and already knowing the answer.
"Always." She got up, smiled, kissed me good-bye and left. I smiled as I shut the door, muttering to myself, "At least there's no more pranks…." I walked over to the fridge to get some orange juice and suddenly found myself hanging upside-down by my ankle. Again. I sighed, knowing the culprit, and that she'd probably be able to hear me anyway (and hoping Kay or someone else would so they could come and get me down), and screamed.
"CAITLAN ALEX FENTON, GET ME DOWN NOW!"
Yeah, uh-huh, no more pranks. Riiiiight….
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LYRICS
Woohoohoohoo for the longest time Woohoohoo for the longest time
If you'd say goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I'm so inspired by you You haven't been there for the longest time If you say that I'm the one that's wrong, Would I have the strength to carry on That's where you found me, When you put your arms around me You haven't been there for the longest time
Woohoohoohoo for the longest time Woohoohoo for the longest time
I'm that voice your hearing in the hall And the greatest miracle of all Is when you found me, When you put your arms around me You haven't been there for the longest time If you said that I'm the one that's wrong
would I have the strength to carry on I'll take my chances I forgot how sweet romance is You haven't been there for the longest time
Woohoohoohoo for the longest time Woohoohoo for the longest time
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A/N: Well, it's over people! I think I'm gonna cry:blows nose: Good news, though! I'm working on a few new stories, not any sequels, but really cool AU's! So, please review! Oh, I will have a thank you note put up in about a week, as a thank-you for getting this story to have the most reviews I've ever had, up to date! Anyways, BYES!