AN: This is the final chapter. Read and enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Epilogue

Now back in Malibu, Michael now sat on his porch, talking to Shawn and Gus. Miley was upstairs in his room, sleep, and the PSYCH guys were just there to check up on them both, that, and they were there to duck the wrath of Lassiter for handling a kidnapping case without involving the SBPD.

"Hey, man, you were great back there." Gus said, patting Michael on his shoulder.

"Yeah, you made sure that those kidnappers would never bother you again, plus, you got a little snack out of it as well." Shawn said.

"Whatever you say, whatever you say." Michael responded, smiling as the sun began to set.

"Well, if she's fine, we better disappear, we will see you again, because we know that you can't stay out of trouble." Shawn said, giggling like a little school girl. Gus slapped him in the back of his head and waved farewell to Michael as the two got into their car and left. Michael looked up at the sunset, and leaned back and closed his eyes. Then...

"Hey."

Michael opened his eyes, and saw that Jackson was standing over him. Michael sighed as he knew that there was only one reason that he was over here.

"I need to explain, don't I?" Michael said. Jackson responded by slowly nodding.

"What do you need to know?" Michael asked.

"About your dragon powers. Like, when did you get them?" Jackson asked.

"I had them since the day I was born." Michael said. "I had the ability to change into a dragon for a while now. My abilities really came in about a year and a half ago."

"Right about the time you moved out here." Jackson finished.

"Right." Michael answered. "Honestly, what do you really think about me, now that you know about my powers?"

"Well, I can see that Miley really cares about you, and you obviously feel the same way about her, so I really can't be angry at that." Jackson said.

"Thanks. I really do love her." Michael said. Jackson smiled and walked across the street to his home. Michael sighed and walked back into his home.

Michael sat in a chair at his computer desk, watching Miley calmly sleep. Michael smiled and walked over to her.

"Sleep. You deserve it after all you have been through." Michael said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you, Miley." Michael said, walking out of his room. Miley's eyes opened briefly, and she sat up.

"I love you, too." Miley said.

THE END