A/N: Be warned: fluff attack chapter. FINAL CHAPTER OF THE STORY.

TEN YEARS LATER

I pulled in my wings, landing in front of the house. They felt warm against my back, the chilly January wind biting at my face. I heard a sound beside me and knew it was Chase.

When you've lived with someone for ten years, you learn to listen for the distinctive flap of their wings. I looked at him. He was grinning, motioning for me to come in.

"Are you sure it's abandoned?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I talked to this guy, who assured me no cop had been here in forever."

"Oh, great, now you're hanging out with criminals." I looked at him disapprovingly, but he just smiled again.

"Open the door!" he urged. I turned the rusty doorknob slowly and found darkness inside. I did what I always do: I placed my hand flat against the wall and put pressure against it, concentrating.

The whole place erupted in a shower of sparks, and every electrical wire in those walls turned on. Lights flooded the house. I stepped in carefully, Chase following me.

My mouth gaped open in shock. The house was missing a back wall. Ripped-up blue plastic barely covered it, and wind blew in it freely.

"So, maybe it needs work," Chase said uncertainly. I looked at the big hole in the floor. You could see straight down to the basement. That had to be a fire hazard.

"It's missing a wall. There's a hole in the floor," I stated calmly, about to explode. This is why you never trust Chase with these kinds of things.

"One kitchen, a living room, two bathrooms, one bedroom…" he trailed off. He'd understood he was losing on that one.

"And you expect us to live here?" I whirled around to him. "And one bedroom? I swear; you did that on purpose."

"Maybe I did, maybe not," he chuckled. I sighed.

"We need to fix the wall," I said.

"Sure."

"Why can't we stay with Max and Fang?" I asked.

"With their kids, they don't have time for us. And we promised, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. We promised to come back to Baltimore when I was fifteen."

"And what day is it?"

"January 4th," I sighed.

"Exactly. So we're both fifteen now," he said.

"Not you," I countered.

"I never even picked a birthday. Can't I choose yours?"

"No," I said, moving over to peer down at the basement through the hole. "Can this criminal friend of yours find us someone to fix the place?"

"We can do it ourselves. You know, log cabin style, the old-fashioned way." I shot him a glare that made half the fairy population die. "Okay, okay, we'll get a contractor."

"How will we explain to them that we don't actually own the house?" I paused. "Maybe you can fix it, old-fashioned way, while I watch."

Chase smirked. "No, it's our house, so we can do it together."

"You'll cheat and move things with your mind," I argued. "And why Baltimore? Couldn't we go to New York? Get an apartment with a view on one of the rivers…"

"They don't have free abandoned buildings in New York. Come on, show some Baltimore pride! This is where we were born."

"For all I know, a test tube is where I was born." Chase gave me a look. "Okay, I'll stop complaining." I laughed. "Hey, this place isn't bad. We'll fix it up."

"And it has a yard for the kids to run around in."

"One, that's a city dump, and two, no kids. You can carry them around in you for nine months if you want them so bad," I answered. Chase rolled his eyes.

"So, we're good?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. I kept seeing things and remembering them: the harbor, the Domino's sign, the lighthouse… All these things had been part of my childhood. Then, I'd moved to Colorado. I had almost forgotten about Baltimore. Maybe it would be good for me to live here. All I knew is that as long as I had Chase, I'd live anywhere.

A toaster flew over to me, missing my head by inches. I live with Chase, I'm used to flying inanimate objects. I held out my hands and it dropped in them neatly. "See, we have a toaster. It's not that bad," Chase said, trying to convince me.

"Great. We're living in a hobo house, but at least we have a toaster," I deadpanned. He looked at me again and I softened.

"Instead of kids, how about a dog?" I suggested.

"A Chihuahua?" he said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a Great Dane."

He smiled and inched closer to me. "Happy fifteenth birthday, Ivy." He leaned in for a kiss and for a moment I forgot about the wrecked home.

A/N: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTED MY STORIES! I'M SO GRATEFUL!

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Now, the big question: should I do a fluffy sequel, with Chase and Ivy all grown up?

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Fly on!

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