A/N: Hey sorry it has taken so long. I finally graduated! Man that was annoying :P. any hoo. I would also like to note that any relation to Doctor Who in the last chapter was a mistake. I had just got off of a four day Doctor Who binge and it was wired into my brain, which (with the help ofguitargoddess2016), has inspired a short story with the killjoys in the TARDIS. I'll be writing it while I write the MCR asylum one. This will be the last chapter in the Killjoy series. I'm sorry but it did have to end. So here you go…

Several months later.

Frank lay on the couch next to Cherri rubbing her large stomach. The radio played softly in the background. He looked up as Victory walked in. She had a large tray of cookies in her hand. Helena was behind her with a cookie sticking out of her mouth.

"Mama?" Helena mumbled as she took a bite of the cookie. She walked over to Cherri and poked her stomach.

"Whens da babies gonna git here?" Helena looked up to Victory who set the tray down on the coffee table.

"Any day now kiddo!" Cherri smiled and ruffled Helena's long black hair. She grunted as she tried to sit up. Frank lifted her the rest of the way. She reached out and grabbed a cookie. Her expression melted as she took a bite.

"S'Victory…" Cherri mumbled as she devoured another cookie. "Wa's the deal with the factory an'everything?"

Victory sat in the arm chair and lifted Helena into her lap.

"I finally was able to have a crew come in after the bombing and clean up what was left of BL/ind. After months of grueling paper work every Better Living Industry will be torn down and made into a public park. I'm done trying to clean up after their messes." She gave a sigh and combed Helena's hair with her hands.

"I think a park is a great idea." Frank smiled and rubbed Cherri's belly. "It'll give Rocket and Flair a place to have fun."

Cherri snapped to face him.

"For the hundredth time we are not naming our children 'Rocket' and 'Flair'!"

Victory smiled and turned up the radio as the two bickered.

"Alright you saucy cats!" Show Pony's voice sounded from the radio. "Time for another hit all the way out from Battery City, from that hot new band…My Chemical Romance! Here's their newest song Na-Na-Na!"

Victory snickered.

"You have to admit it was witty of them to think up that band name. After dealing with all those drugs from BL/ind." She smiled and looked up as two more figures stepped into the room.

"Not to mention all the 'Romance'." Static Pyro giggled as she walked in holding Ray's hand.

"Hey I came up with the title!" Mikey boomed as he and Baby Doll stepped in the door.

"Yes and we all still think it was very clever." Baby Doll rolled her eyes and patted him on the back. Boomer was right behind them.

Cherri fiddled with the radio knobs and bobbed her head to the beat of the song. Helena joined in and started singing along with the "Na's".

"Well I still think it's was great for Pony to pick up the DJ business. Now he can produce all of your albums and find something to keep himself busy." Cherri smiled and turned back to Frank.

"What about 'Party Gun' and 'Adrenalin'?" Frank stuck his bottom lip out.

"No!" Cherri emphasized each letter.

Victory stood up and shook her head. This little ball of chaos was fun but it was missing one person. She bit the tip nail as she heard a rustle from the garage. She tiptoed behind the others and out the door. She was confused when she found Gerard with his head under a shelf mumbling to himself.

"I put it right….stupid…where the hell did i….. ugh…stupid mother f—"

"Gerard?" Victory said in a small voice.

He jumped and slammed his head into the top shelf and turned quickly.

"Victory!...erm…Hi…" He stuttered and his face turned bright red.

"Are you ok?" Victory said walking over to him and checking the top of his head. "What were you looking for?"

She looked around. He leaned on the shelf as if to try and act calm.

"Looking? I wasn't looking for anything…I was just…um…car parts…The Trans-AM needs a new spark plug…yeah." He crossed his arms and put a hand on his chin.

"Really I thought we just changed it like two weeks ago." She turned and looked at the car then back to him.

"Well it's bad again!" He said fast and shifted his eyes uneasily. Victory raised an eyebrow.

"Are you feeling ok?"

He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Fine…just workin on my car…and stuff." He laughed but his pitch was all high and squeaky. Just then Helena ran in and into Victory's hands.

"Mama! Fwank dwank all of da milk!" She stuck her lip out.

"Ok, honey. We'll get more." Victory turned to Gerard. "We'll when you're done...'working on the car' we were all going to sit down and watch some TV."

Gerard nodded and widened out his arms.

"Yup sure thing!" His voice was shaky.

Victory eyed him up again.

"And you're sure your ok?"

He looked pained.

"Mmm-hmm." He nodded.

"Riiiight….Ok come one Helena." She said sticking her hand out for Helena to grab.

"Mama, look!" Helena emerged from behind the car. Bothe Victory and Gerard craned their heads to see. Helena held something small in her hands.

"I find a box!" She smiled and held it up for Victory to see. It was a small white box that opened down the center.

Victory heard Gerard's hand slap his forehead.

"Damn it! It was in the other tool box!" He grumbled. Victory picked up the box as if it was a poisonous snake. She slowly turned to Gerard. His face was Draculoid white.

"Erm….Gerard…w-what is t-this…" She cleared her throat again. He took it from her hand and wrapped his hands around it and looked at the floor. She folded her hand to her chin and rested her elbow on her other arm.

"I wanted this to sort of be more of a special thing…and then I sorta forgot where it was…and this isn't how I planned it but…um…I…"

He got down on one knee and took her hand.

Suddenly it was as if the air had left the room. She tried to breathe.

"Victory…I've known you a long time…a lot longer than recently thought…" He looked down and smiled to himself. She started taking quick short breaths. He continued.

"And we've been through a lot together, we've come so far, and I couldn't have done any of it without you." He opened the box. Her eyes widened as she saw a thin silver band with a large diamond in the center. Several silver legs spread out forming a spider and the diamond was its body, the killjoy symbol. Her heart beat radically in her chest. Her thoughts raced.

"Victory X….will you be my detonator?" her head rushed. He'd said the words…those magical words. In the killjoy world marriage was nonexistent due to there being no churches or religions. To ask a person to be your detonator was like saying "You set me off in all the right ways." It's like asking them to light the bomb that is the rest of your crazy dangerous life!

She lingered there for a moment. Her lip trembled. For a moment He'd thought he'd taken it too far. He began to shut the box. Before he knew it he was thrown back onto the hard cement of the garage. Victory was all over him. Her lips slammed into his cheeks, nose and lips.

"YES! YESYESYES!" She giggled as tears streamed down her cheeks. He kissed her back and sat up. He opened the box and slid the ring over her finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Why is mama cwying?" Helena tip toed over to them. Victory pulled her between them.

"It's happy tears honey." She smiled and kissed her daughter on top of her head. Gerard did the same and lifted her up as he stood. Victory stood up too never taking her eyes off of the ring. Hand in hand they walked into the living room.

"No! You are not naming our children after your favorite Ninja Turtles Frank!" Cherri shouted as they stepped in. She turned to Victory and Gerard as they stepped in. Seeing the tears on Victory's cheeks she quickly ran over…well waddled over moderately fast.

"What's wrong?" She said placing a hand under Victory's chin. She snapped her head to Gerard.

"What did you do!" She snarled. Victory giggled through her tears and held up her left hand. Cherri's jaw dropped.

"He asked you to...to be his?….ooohh! Honey I'm so happy for you!" Cherri squealed at the top of her lungs and awkwardly wrapped herself around Victory.

"What's all the commotion about?" Static asked walking over, leading Ray along the way.

Victory held up her hand.

"Gerard asked her to be his Detonator!" Cherri cheered. The whole gang was over now observing the ring or hugging Gerard and Victory.

"What about Milo and Otis?" Frank popped his head up beside Cherri.

"No!" Cherri patted Gerard on the back and then moved to the kitchen.

"What about The Rumor and Spaceboy?" Frank worked his way between the hugging people.

"No." She said disgusted.

"Ok, how about The Séance and Reginald!" They worked their way around the laughing group.

"No!" She paused to lean on the wall and rub her stomach.

"Ok, what about Ash and Pikach—"

"Oh no!" She held her stomach.

"You didn't let me finish. I was gonna say…"

"Frank! Trans-AM!"

"We'll we could name them after the car…I do love that car." He smiled to himself.

"No Frank! The babies! Get the Trans AM! It's time!"

He looked down.

"OH SHIT!" He dashed out the door and to the car. The others turned quickly.

"Oh my god Cherri!" Victory ran to her side and held her hand as Cherri breathed in and out.

Gerard snapped his fingers.

"Ok team you know your positions! Ray, grab the kids! Static Pyro you get the dipper bag and overnight bag! Mikey! You and Baby Doll get the van! Ok Killjoys roll out!"

They all scrambled to each job assigned. Gerard and Victory hopped in the Trans Am while Frank and Cherri were in the back.

"Ok Cherri just remember to breath." Victory tried to calm her.

"Oh god it's getting all over my seats!" Frank moaned. Cherri and Victory both slapped him.

"This is not a time to be worried about your damn car upholstery!" Victory yelled.

The two cars raced to the hospital. Victory helped Cherri into a wheel chair and rushed her to her reserved room. After several hours of prep and…natural things to happen it was finally time.

Frank winced as Cherri squeezed his hand. He felt his heart race faster than anything he'd ever imagined.

"It's going to be ok. It's going to be ok." He mumbled.

"Frank I know it's going to be ok!" She glared at him.

"Just take deep breaths Frank." Victory assured him from behind her surgical mask. He nodded and breathed in and out very quickly.

"In and out. In and out. In and…" The room got fuzzy around the edges. He began to see little black spots. Before he knew it he was on the ground.

Several Hours Later:

Frank woke up in a strange position. He found himself scrunched up on a chair. He sat up feeling his back crack in several places. He looked over to see Cherri asleep in the bed. He got up and tip toed over to her.

"Glad to see you finally woke up." She smiled with her eyes still shut. She opened them and faced him.

He took her hand and looked down to the two cribs next to him.

"Are you ready to meet your son and daughter?"

His hands trembled as he lowered them to the crib.

"I have a son and daughter?" He smiled. She nodded and picked up the pink bundle. Frank picked up the blue.

"They still need names you know?" She looked up at him. He nodded and pulled back the cloth to see their faces better.

"I'll make a compromise with you." Cherri said more serious this time. "I'll name the girl a nice reasonable name, and you can name the boy."

"What did you have in mind?" Frank looked at his daughter.

"I was thinking…'Allison Jennifer Iero' and we can call her AJ for short."

He smiled.

"I like it….Now…" He eyed up the baby boy. He opened his eyes and cooed. He had a small puff of black hair on his little head.

"I think you look like…a 'Rocket' To me…" He looked down to Cherri who had a perplexed expression.

"Rocket Jonathan Iero…" He looked from Cherri to the baby. "We can call him RJ for short." He added.

Her expression softened.

"Fine." She sighed.

After a few days they were able to go home. They settled in and gave Helena's old room to the babies. Boomer didn't mind gaining a roommate.

One night after dinner Victory climbed onto the roof and watched the stars. Not long after Gerard popped his head up.

"What's up?" He asked as he pressed his back into the warm shingles of the roof.

"It's been a while since we've been up here." Victory said as if to herself. She fell quiet.

"Is this the end?" It was nearly a whisper. "I feel like this is the end to some epic journey and I don't know where we go from here. What do we do?"

He took her hand.

"We keep on living." He squeezed it. "This might be the end to this but it's the start to something else as well. We're killjoys. We'll always find an adventure to chase." He brought her hand to his lips.

"This," He kissed the ring and looked at her hand and then scanned them to the house, the sound of babies crying, people laughing, small feet pattering on the floor.

"This is only the beginning."

Several years past and their band skyrocketed. Victory became manager while Show Pony ran the station. Not long after Aj and Rj, everyone felt the house was a bit crowded. Eventually they each moved into a house along the block where the kids could grow up together. Soon the children grew up to have adventures of their own. But that's a story for another time….

A/N: Ok tacky ending I'm aware but it felt right to me. I hope you enjoyed it. This will be the final installment of the Fabulous Killjoys series. I may do some with the Killjoy kids (Boomer, Helena, the twins, etc…) but that will only be after my MCR asylum which will be up in the near future. This has been fun. I love where this took us and to all the friends I've made and to all the reviewers I love you all and to all the people who made it this far I thank you. I hope to see your reviews in the Asylum story. It will probably be titled Desolation Row (the name of the asylum). and again thank you

Victory X signing out
xoxo