AN: Yes, the last chapter. The song for this chapter is Red Jumpsuit Apparatus "Your Guardian Angel". I just started to really listen to this song and love it. The other song is "Innocence" by Avril Lavigne. I want to dedicate this chapter, which is about happiness and coming to terms with your demons, to one of my friends who recently passed away. The sun will never set in October. Please enjoy.

Chapter 11: Innocence of Your Guardian Angel

SPOV

My eyes felt too droopy as I pushed them open to blinding white lights racing past me. Black figures were silhouetted and bouncing in and out of their frame. My head felt wet, and warm all throughout my hair. Something was blowing into my head and it felt fresh, and way too cold. My hand instinctively went to go cover it but something pushed it back down on to thin, crumply, paper like stuff. Where was I?

"Danny?" I tried to say, but no sound went to the letters to give them life. I questioned why this was. Now I felt something on my face: it was triangular, open, and warm. Air was rushing in as my open mouth sucked it in slowly. It was stale and stagnant; I didn't like it. It felt too over used. I breathed in through my nose and that same air smelled bad. Where was the fresh air here? Did it even exist in this place I was in? Someone apparently saw my moving lips and put a hand on my arm.

"Sam?" a voice came. It sounded so muffled under the deep, hollow ringing in my ears. Though I strained through my hair I couldn't recognize it, just my name. "Sam you're going to do fine. The doctors are going to help you, don't worry."

What had happened to me? I knew my head got hit at the mansion but it couldn't be serious? Probably just some concussion or something, but there was also blood. I don't think a lot of it; my head probably got cut a little. I know Danny's did. How was Danny? Is he okay? Is he seriously hurt? Did Al take care of him and treat him well?

Something dark flew over me and I heard a shutting noise. A new, odd smelling air came into the triangle thing. Then everything went black again.

When I awoke this time I smelled plastic and another distinct smell that came from a hospital. A monotone beeping was next to me keeping my heart beat, tubes attached to needles in my arms. A hard white object wrapping up my right hand. Oh, oh okay—it was a cast. I lifted my head to see who was in the room with me.

My mother was sitting on the chair leaning her head on my father's who was next to her and both asleep. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were sitting on the other chairs that were against the wall of the other half of the room. Tucker and Jazz sat on the floor each holding a magazine. Wait Tucker in a hospital? Wow, kudos. Now, that the whole gang was together, where was my savior?

I reached for the curtain but couldn't grab it. This ticked me off a little. I stretched my arm until it felt like it was going to pop, then my finger tips grazed the fabric and snagged a loose curve in between them and I tugged to the side quickly so it could open up. Next to me, all bandaged up, was Danny; finally human. I sighed at this site. Jazz looked up after hearing me and ran over.

"Sam." She hugged. Tucker got up and walked over after picking up her magazine. I just wrapped my one arm around her.

"Hey Sam. How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?" Tucker asked.

"I'm better. You in a hospital, wow." I beamed him a smile and he nodded back with one. "No my head doesn't hurt. Why?"

"Because the doctor said you had a pretty serious and deep gash in your head. Two to three inches long and all the way through. After they stitched you up they brought you here. What happened to you? You look like you haven't eaten in days, and your face is ashen." He informed me. Did I really look that bad? Danny must be so much worse.

"When Edward dropped me my head hit the corner edge of the canopy over the front door. Please Tuck I can't look that bad. I wasn't fighting a ghost. How's Danny?" I asked. Jazz walked away and out of the door, not bothering to pass a glance at her parents or brother.

"She doesn't like knowing or hearing what happened. He's pretty bruised up, two broken ribs, a concussion, and a few cuts. They said they picked a lot of splinters out of his back too. What happened to him?"

"He and Edward were fighting. He got pushed into the house and thrown to the floor—" I stopped looking at pain in his eyes. "Danny was pretty exhausted when he got there though. What did you tell Mr. and Mrs. Fenton about his injuries?"

"Jazz and I told Maddie about the whole thing; you know, the ghost fighting and the accident. Both her and Jack were in total shock. They still kind of are. Jazz told me they feel horrible for trying to hunt their own son. I would too but they didn't know. Your parents know too, Jack called them up yelling at them then Maddie calmly explained. I was with them a good majority of the time after Danny went in after you. We told my parents too. The secret's finally out. No more lying. I'm going to go get something from the cafeteria. You hungry?" he asked. I considered this for a moment and thought of the last time I ate. My stomach protested and argued when I responded.

"No, I'm fine. Just go eat. Make sure Jazz is okay for me please. I should talk to my folks when they wake up."

"You can talk to us Sam," I heard Mrs. Fenton say from her seat. I looked at her and she attempted to push up the curves in her lips but it ended up as a wry smile. Was she angry at me? I pushed Tucker away after a quick hug and she walked over to his spot. She asked me about how long I knew about the whole thing. And I answered truthfully. She asked about how many ghosts. And I answered truthfully. She kept on asking me questions about the ghost fighting and everything else, and I answered with the best of my ability. She finally got to this past week—was it a week or longer?—and asked me about who the ghost were and what they could do. And again, I answered truthfully. Telling her how Edward was able to cast piano spells that could put any woman or women he wanted under a trance. And how I was his main victim. After my interrogation she told me of the search my parents have been leading to try and find me; and that my mother just kept on baking endlessly. We both laughed at that.

Sharp clanks hit the floor and I looked up past the pink shoes and dress to my mother's face, dried tears and mascara matted and leaking to her cheeks. Apparently she didn't clean her face for however long she was here. I never thought I'd be so happy to see my mother in my whole life. If felt like all my muscles turned to mush and water, blossoming out to let this pure sense of happiness that I haven't felt in a while wash through me, at the sight of her red hair. New tears bubbled in her eyes and I felt some on mine as well. We smiled at each other for a few seconds then she hugged me softly and I hugged her back tightly; breathing in her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, the scent of her dress. It all came in and I stored it into my memory, never wanting to ever forget it again. Life can be so fragile.

Her body shook and I felt the tears hit the section of my open back. I moved my legs over so she could sit down and she did. We didn't separate once. I was so happy to see her. After a good five minutes she collected herself while her overzealous hand stroked my hair and fingers ran through every strand, avoiding the stitches. I noticed how she winced at that when her fingers hovered over that section and moved to the next. She leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Don't ever scare me like that again Samantha. You aren't allowed to okay? You're my only child and I don't want to ever lose you. Ever. Do you understand me?" she whispered cupping my cheek. I leaned into and rubbed it with my good hand.

"I promise. No more ghost fighting, no more ghost zone. I love you Mom."

"I love you too Sam." She whispered, kissing my forehead one more time. My Dad came up behind her and mimicked her movements. We finally came together for a big family hug. Our happiness lasted for a few moments when Mr. Fenton interrupted us. I looked up at him.

"He's starting to come to." He spoke only letting a slight smile come into play. I looked over at Danny as his eyes slowly fluttered open. I hope he isn't in too much pain. The only thing that hurts me is my head. His mouth opened a little to breathe; I felt more hope fill the room. He was going to be okay.

One Month Later

All balance seemed to be restored. I got my High School Diploma, Danny was healing nicely, and I stayed at my house for a good time, finally sleeping in my bed and wrapping myself in the warmth and comfort. Danny told his parents why he returned Specter Speeder less and they understood. Jazz went back to school after intensive watch and care of her brother last week. I was there the last day she was. That's when the Fenton's told me, Tucker, and Danny that they would be closing off the Ghost Zone portal for good. Sealing it up with thick iron and a ghost proof shield so Danny wouldn't be able to phase through. I wanted to get something done before the could do it so Danny and I—once he was okay enough to transform and fly—flew out to the changing colors of green and purple and to the old, wooden mansion.

I knocked on the door lightly and Danny stood guard next to me when the door creaked open. I saw a lightly glowing green stain and shivered. The door finally opened to full view—it was Al. He smiled and I smiled back and hugged for a while. We sat outside on the porch steps. After a while of catching up on both ends, I broke the news to him.

"Al, Danny's parents are closing off the entrance on their end. We won't be able to come back. They're very concerned and don't want this to happen again. I'm sorry." Apologizing very quietly as I lifted my head to face his. His eyes understood and he nodded his head again smiling.

"Oh. Well, there are other ways to visit you Sam. Keep in mind Danny's entrance wasn't the only one." He answered. That's why I loved Al, he was so optimistic about this. He saw this parting as a new opportunity to see new parts of the world and ghost zone rather than a permanent goodbye. We hugged again and I kissed his hair on the top of his head.

"Where's Edward?" Danny finally asked. Al looked out, still seeing a half full glass and turned back to us.

"He's out there. He hasn't been home since all the fighting but I have a feeling he's in a good place right now. Who knows? Maybe he found Kiya's spirit roaming around here, or maybe he went to look for the spirit of our father. Either one, or any other thing, I know he's okay." He sounded so sure, so… okay with whatever he brother did. We said our goodbyes once more and flew off. In the Fenton living room all three of us sat on the couch, enjoying our moments together because we all knew in less then two months we'd be separated and going to different schools. I sat next to Danny, leaning my head on his good shoulder while Tucker sat on the floor in front of us. I rested my hand on his shoulder and he held it. None of us spoke. Well, until Tucker busted out laughing with some idiotic memory from junior year. Then we threw in our views on the memory and started to live in the past for a while. Once the sky turned a purple pink color we knew that two of us would need to leave to go home.

"Same time tomorrow guys?" Tucker asked as him and I stood at the front door of our friend's house.

"Yeah." Myself and Danny called out. We started to walk down the steps when I heard my name come from the mouth of my other ink-black haired friend come from inside. I turned around to look at him standing where I just was.

"What's up?" I asked. He took my hands.

"Sam, you know I could have died trying to save you right? That if you didn't act up against Ed I could be dead right now." He spoke looking down, toying with one of his free fingers.

"Yeah…,"

"And now that this whole little section of our lives is over, and we'll be going different ways, just… just promise me that you'll be okay. And that if you need me just call me and I'll fly over to help you okay? You know I can always be there for you. Right?"

"Danny I know this. I'll be okay, I'll call and text you frequently. Don't worry." I assured nicely. He nodded his head and confessed to being silly. Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. I through myself into another hug with him and he hugged back. Our little moment lasted a minute than I headed for home.

I got home and enjoyed time with my family and ate dinner. I took a calming shower than headed to bed. As I was falling asleep I heard something coming from downstairs. I strained my ears to listen and it was the piano. It was playing an unfamiliar tune but I could recognize the sorrow, and the happiness leading on the notes. I could identify the sense of release and acceptance underlining the blissful tune. It spoke to me. It said:

"I'm sorry, I'll let you go. Please live your life happily and forget the angel who lives in hell. Please forget the horrid memories I've left in your brain, forget the pain I've caused you and your family. Forget my house, my life, myself. Forget it all. I love you, goodbye."

I started to cry as Edward played me to sleep.

AN: Yes the chapter is short, but that's the end. I want to thank everyone who followed this story for over a year. For the people who commented and reviewed, thank you so much. I added the little Danny and Sam moment in there because that was needed after all this. He needed to reassure his friendship and that he would do anything to save her. I loved that part, personally. The main songs for this chapter are "Innocence" by Avril Lavigne, "Your Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and—as cheesy as it is—"Graduation (Friends Forever)" by Vitamin C. Edward and Sam needed to have some sort of closure, as her and Al did. Him playing her a song on the piano, the song he's been composing throughout the story, was a perfect way to give them that closure. He's saying goodbye in his own way and she understands. They've come to terms with each other. Again another personal favorite.

Again, thank you to everyone. I hope you guys enjoyed "Sweet Sacrifice."