A/N: Yup. This is it. Last chapter of Control. Ends on a happier note, if you ask me. The third in the series won't be out right away, so put Control on alert cuz I'll be posting here once it's being worked on. Kay so read, review, and enjoy! Hope you liked Control as much as I did writing it.

Chapter 17: The Beginning of the End

Griffin left Angela at the lair and jumped back to the hallway, in desperate hope to finish the fight he had going on with Roland. When he got back, he saw David on the ground with a knife against the throat, curiosity of his mother. Griffin snarled slightly as he jumped aside of her, kicking her swiftly in the right side. She toppled over and David sprung up from the ground. "Thanks," he muttered before jumping away.

Mary was getting up from the ground as Griffin looked around for Roland. 'Where the hell did that bloke get to?' He caught sight of someone running around a corner but Mary lunged at him with the knife. Griffin managed to hop back, just dodging the knife by mere inches. He glared at her and began to turn. Before he was fully around, he jumped behind her and punched her in the back. Mary fell face down on the floor with a grunt. Griffin smirked. "Tell Roland I'll catch up with 'im later," he said before jumping to the first place that popped into his mind: a New York City phone booth. He walked out of the booth and jumped again, this time to the Japanese restaurant in Tokyo. The woman behind the register looked at him with wide eyes. Griffin held up two fingers. "Two o' the regulars," he said. She nodded at him with an uncanny look, one she adorned whenever he jumped into the restaurant. In minutes, she placed a bag of food on the counter. Griffin took it and jumped back to the lair. He sat the bag down on the kitchen stove and looked over to Angela. She was curled up in a ball on the couch, sleeping. The corner of Griffin's mouth curled up into a smile as he walked over to her. He picked her up slowly and carried her into the bedroom. Griffin laid her down and she grabbed onto his hand. He sighed and shook his head, lying next to her reluctantly.

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(Angela POV)

She felt someone next to her and looked. Griffin was lying next to her with his hand in hers. "You're back," she said softly.

"I've been back for like, five minutes now," Griffin told her. He gave her a peck on the lips. "Hungry? I brought food home."

Angela shrugged and rubbed the top of his hand. "I guess," she trailed off. "But what happened? Did you get Roland? How about Mary?"

Griffin smirked as he chuckled. "Eat first." She dropped her hold on his hand and sat up. He got up and walked out of the room, into the kitchen. Angela took a deep breath and let it out slowly before getting up off the bed and following him into the kitchen. Griffin had two white boxes sitting out, and he was digging into one of them with a set of chopsticks.

Angela hoisted herself onto a barstool and grabbed the other box, swiping the chopsticks off the top. As she opened the box she said, "Tell me what happened." She managed to maneuver a bite as she spoke and looked up at him.

Griffin grunted and leaned his chopsticks on his box. "Bloody hell." He swallowed the food in his mouth and leaned on the counter. "When I got back, Mary had David pinned. Roland was running away. I kicked his mum off and he left. I did the same. End of story," he told her with a shrug.

Angela glared at him with a mouthful of food. "That's it. What about Paulette?"

"Didn't see 'er," Griffin told her, taking another bite.

Angela sighed and stabbed lightly at her food. "'Kay. I wanted this to be the end," she said softly as she looked down at her food.

"Oi," she heard Griffin say. Angela looked up at him and saw him looking at her with a concerned look. "This is the end. But it's also the beginning." He put his chopsticks down a second time and walked around the counter to her.

"What do you mean, Griffin?" she said in a slightly angry tone.

"It's the beginning of the Paladin's defeat, the beginning of us, and the end of hidin'. Everything'll change soon, love," he told her as he brushed his hand along her cheek.

Angela was watching his eyes. 'He really means this. Maybe he's right…' She shut her eyes and tilted her head towards his hand. "I hope so."