Okay, so that last chapter wasn't actually THE Last one… Somoen told me it wasn't realistic, and I didn't really like the chapter anyway, to be honest. So here's my new one.

DISclaimer: I don't own this story… "I could offer you a home. A roof over your head, and a window to crawl out of…"

Angela and Shawn were married in a formal ceremony early the next morning as the sun rose in the distance. Jon pulled in a few favors, since they had to leave that morning. Shawn had made a promise to Angela that he intended to keep this time around. He wouldn't make the same mistake he had earlier.

I, Shawn, take thee Angela, to have and to hold…

I, Angela, shall take thee Shawn, til death, and beyond, Shawn…

"I love you, Angela." Shawn whispered as he woke in the plane seat beside her. Jonathan had given them a bit of privacy for the ride home, and Shawn knew he would miss the sun shining on Angela's face, and seeing her. If he died, he'd miss having Jon as a father.

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Jon slept anxiously as Shawn started to awaken. He was worried that the boy wouldn't survive the more intense chemotherapy. That morning, they had arrived home, and Shawn had an appointment with his Dr. Vivoli, to assess how much chemo they would need to use. The Paris trip had took a lot from Shawn, but he knew it was worth everything, just to give Shawn a few happy days.

"Shawnsie, let's see how you've faired in those tests. I'm thinking we may need to heighten the tests, as your body appears to be weakening. I'm going to be giving you 100 doses, two doses a day, 50 days. Let's see how that works. It's a long shot, but if this works, you'll be in the clear."

"That's good then. The faster we can beat it, the faster I can get on with life, right?" Shawn said, smiling bitterly. "These things are a lot, but it's worth it for Ange."

Shawn winced in pain as he got off the examining table, but kept his smile, he knew he'd need it with the chemo. "I guess I'll lose my hair won't I?" Shawn stated with a little sarcasm. He had joy in his heart though, and the laughter was still there. Jon thought Shawn truly needed this arrangement, and he might have a chance at life. Life with Angela. He needed her as she needed him.

"Let's go over to Chubbie's, Shawnsie, I think Cory and Topanga will be meeting us there."

"Alright…"

Shawn gripped his hot cocoa silently as he was brought to tears by the pain. It was good that he could hide it easily… Jon was in the bathroom, and Cory and Topanga had just left with Angela, she was visiting with her father, as today was the last day he would be here for the semester before they had Thankgiving next month. He had had minor bouts of pain from the chemo over the past weeks since his appointment with Dr. Vivoli. According to her, there was nothing for it, but he thought that was a load bull. Jon told him that he had faith that Shawn would pull out of this easily, but Shawn was still skeptical. It was all he could do to keep up the act of happiness for Jon. He wasn't expected to be tough by any means, but if Jon thought he was losing it, he'd get sad, and Shawn couldn't handle that. If Jon was sad over him, he'd be sad.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Jon came back over and helped him up.

"Yea, yea I am… I got my letter from Penbrook, I thought we'd open it together, eh Jon?"

"Sure, we can pick up Angela on Tuesday, so that gives us tonight to plan." Jon said with a wink.

"You sure she got in?" Shawn asked.

"Of course, I have a friend in the offices over there." Jon said.

"Obviously, you always have friends in the right places…" Shawn rolled his eyes at Jon.

"Well I'm a teacher aren't I? I'm supposed to have friends in high places." Jon replied.

Jon's apartment was chock-a-block full of "Congrats Grad!" and Happy Birthday balloons. This was for a Birthday Shawn was throwing for Topanga, and a special Graduation Party for the rest of them.

"So let's open that letter shall we?" Shawn said, closing his eyes slightly for sleep.

Shawn grabbed the letter out of his bag, and took a letter opener to it, unfolding the multiple pieces of paper apprehensively. "I got in…" Shawn said beaming. "I got in!"

"Well of course you did, you had the grades." Jon said, smiling at Shawn proudly.

Shawn's eyes became unfocused in his excitement, 'shouldn't he be jumping around?' Jon thought. As Shawn became more aware, he said, "I think I'll turn in early, tonight Jonathan."

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine, I'm fine."