A/N: Everyone! This is to be the last chapter, I'm pretty sure. I'm actually really upset about finishing it. It's been, like, my baby. Anyways, I'm sure I've bragged on about it in some of my replies to your reviews, but I have to make a huge deal about it. I have my own laptop!! I've always shared one (sucky computer) with my parents and three little brothers. I finally have my own and it's a laptop, so it's portable and it's Christmas morning and I'm in my car on my way to Pennsylvania typing. It's a great feeling. Anyway, enough about me. Here's the chapter!

"Mr. DelRossi, I'm kind of surprised to see you so soon!" said Doctor Diana.

"Yes, well," he said, throwing his hands in the air, "here I am!"

Dylan chuckled at his enthusiasm. "I'm sure you're going to have his parents and…well, Ellie and Paige should be here soon."

"Oh, I'm sure my mother is worried about me…" Marco said sadly.

Dylan put his arm tightly around his shoulder. "I think you're going to be stuck with one of us at all times for a while. Everyone's worried."

"Alright, well, let's get to your examination now, Marco," said the doctor, gesturing for him to sit on the table.

Marco smiled up at Dylan, rolling his eyes when the doctor started poking and prodding. Dylan knew he felt it was unnecessary to have the examinations. If it were up to him, the doctors and nurses wouldn't even know about his memories coming back to him. Dylan knew, though, that it would be much worse if he didn't tell them.

"So, tell me," spoke the doctor, getting her pen and paper ready, "have you been taking your medications?"

"Dylan Michelchuk, I'm sorry to interrupt, but there are some people in the waiting room to see Marco…so, should I"

"Send them in!!" Marco shouted excitedly.

The receptionist laughed. "Doctor?"

"You heard the man! Send them in!"

After just a few minutes, Marco's parents, Ellie, and Paige invaded the examining room. Marco was surprised to see that many of his friends who he hadn't seen in a while had decided to show, including Jimmy, Spinner, and he was told that Craig was going to be calling from Vancouver. He had tried to make it there, but wasn't able to get away only for the day. Marco was so happy he had so many friends who cared to come visit him.

"Marco, my son, we came as soon as we got the call. How are you feeling?" asked his father, genuinely concerned.

"I'm okay, pa…a little overwhelmed, but that's probably normal, right?"

The doctor nodded in his direction. "But you're healthy…well, pretty much, anyways. I say, another week on the headache medicine, and you'll be good."

"I'm a miracle worker," said Paige he was betterproudly. Everyone laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure, Paige," muttered Spinner. She elbowed him in the chest, irritated.

"How do you figure?" asked Jimmy, smiling.

"Well, Marco was showing barely any signs of progression, right? I show up after, like, forever and his memory returns that day! It obviously has to do with me."

Once again, everyone laughed. Nobody bothered to say anything. Everyone had been dealing with Marco's…sickness…in a different way, and they were just happy he was better.

"Can I steal your boyfriend a minute, Marco?" asked the doctor, completely unaware of the tension she had caused.

Marco immediately turned to Dylan and quickly to his father. He stared silently at him for a while. Nobody around them spoke a word and the doctor obviously noticed she had said something not so good, but she knew better than to correct herself. She simply had Dylan follow her out of the room.

Dylan had to wonder what was going on in the room without him there, but he decided this was more important. "Yes, Doctor?" he asked as politely as he could, not showing his annoyance to her. She wasn't intentionally throwing their relationship out in the open.

"Well, I'm sorry about that, first of all." He waved off her apology, pretending it was no big deal.

"I also want to say that I'm sorry for giving you that negative impression that Marco would never pull out of this. You have to understand that, well; I really did believe it was unlikely he would. Also, I wanted to prepare you for the worst, you see?"

"Oh," Dylan hadn't really been expecting that. "Yes, I understand. I'm sure you've heard the saying 'science goes only so far, and then comes God'. I was just showing my true belief in that saying.

"I suppose that's a good theory. I just wanted you to know that I am truly happy that he did get better. I don't want you thinking that I was hoping to be right about his demise," she said. She did look thrilled to see him in her office.

"Alright, thank you, Doctor. If you'll excuse me now, I have to get back to the love of my life." It was then that he remembered what he had left Marco to deal with.

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Marco really had no idea what to say to his father after Dylan had left the room. He knew his father was aware of his sexuality, but he knew it still hurt him to admit that he was going to be having relationships with other men. He had purposely left that part of him in the closet, but now he knew. What would he say? Would he ignore it and pretend it wasn't really there, like he had done when he found out about Marco's being gay?

He decided, since his father was silent, he wouldn't get his answer until he brought it up.

"Pa?" he said meekly.

His mother turned to his father in anticipation. "Well? Aren't you going to speak to him?"

"Marco….I…"

Marco smiled at his father, an odd gesture that even he wasn't expecting. Surprisingly, he smiled slightly back.

"Pa, you—you know that I try very hard, right?" he asked.

Everyone stared as he walked closer to his son at the table. "Go on," he pressed.

"And you…" he started, trying to come up with his words. "You know that if I could change myself for you, I would, but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to date girls-trust me, I've tried-I will always be this way. I want to be better for you, but I can't be. I love Dylan and I can't…change, dad."

He felt quite proud of himself for standing up to his father in the way he did. He did it confidently, but without yelling. Although he was happy with the way he had reacted, his dad still remained unaffected. Then, his father took his hand in his own.

"I won't ask you to change, Marco," he said sincerely. It truly was the best day in Marco's life. He stood up, throwing his arms around his father.

"Thank you!" he yelled out happily.

"Love you," Mr. Del Rossi whispered.

Marco really didn't want to cry, but he knew…he had a right! It was the BEST day of his life! So, there he was, crying into his father's poor shoulder.

"Marco?" asked Dylan, coming into the room with the doctor right behind him. "Is everything…okay?" he asked, looking at everyone's faces in the room and his boyfriend crying.

"Dylan!" Marco yelled, wiping the tears from his face and jumping into Dylan's arms.

Dylan was surprised, to say the least. He tightly grabbed his back, not expecting the new weight in his arms, not to say Marco was heavy, but he was unprepared, after all. He looked around, again, at the others in the tiny room and the doctor smiled in his direction.

Marco rubbed his fingers over his entire face as if tracing every feature, almost not believing he was real.

"Kiss me, baby! Everything-" he breathed deeply, "everything's okay, Dylan. Kiss me."

Who was Dylan to refuse such a beautiful offer? He did so gladly and Paige and Ellie cheered.

Marco pulled away, laughing. He realized that he was putting quite a lot of pressure on Dylan's body, though he was strong, and jumped down, settling to lean onto his shoulder.

"Marco, what happened while I was gone?" he whispered, laughing.

"I don't even know, honestly. Guess what," he said happily.

"What?" he asked, smiling, humoring his excited boyfriend.

"I can tell you I love you," he said, smiling. Ellie laughed, though she was quite hap herself. However, Marco was acting like a drunken child. "And, I can kiss you in front of ANYBODY now!" He proved his point by pecking him on the cheek.

"Alright, everyone, how about we sign Marco out and get out of here?" asked Ellie. Marco agreed, turning out the door quickly "Whoa! What is this? I'm supposed to be your best friend! Give me a HUG, will you?" she shouted.

"Oh, why not? It looks like everybody else got one, right?!" Marco laughed, rushing to her. She hugged him happily. "Let's get out of here."

Marco led them all out into the parking lot where Jimmy and Spinner said their good-byes. His parents left directly after them with Ellie right behind.

"Jeez, you know…I don't want to go back to Banting now and leave you two"

"Trust me, we'll be fine," Dylan muttered.

"Anyway," she went on, ignoring his rude interruption. "I'm so glad you're better and that everything is better. I just…I love you. I'll miss you!"

Marco let himself be choked to death in a hug for the hundredth time that weekend. "Thanks for coming, Paige. Have a safe trip."

She waved back to her brother, got in the car, and drove off. Dylan and Marco were left all alone in the parking lot not speaking a word. They simply stared off at the departing cars, trying not to get hit by some of the fast drivers pulling out.

"Hey, want to walk home?" Marco asked.

"It's a rather long walk…" Dylan said slowly.

"Good. We have a lot to talk about," Marco said, letting himself be brought closer to Dylan. "Thank you."

"For what?" Dylan asked, surprised.

"For bringing Marco back, of course!" Marco shouted, pretending to be appalled.

"No," Dylan laughed. "Thank you for coming back," he said truthfully.