A/N Thank you all who have read, reviewed and to Fallenqueen who has read and read till her eyes hurt. This is the final chapter and I hope it doesn't disappoint, but one day we will be back to this universe as I quite like the Ne'er.

Disclaimer, I own nothing...literally...nothing...

Chapter 8

Tim slept, as Gibbs looked at the little blue sprite on his chest he wondered about it all, telling Ducky to keep an eye on him he headed to Vance's office.

Vance sat at his desk as Death was sitting across the desk from him. "So Rage has been cleared?" Death asked.

Vance nodded, "Yes, we found the mortal that summoned The Morrigan he's been judged as criminally insane and is now locked up tight. I think we have managed to keep the secret of the Ne'er for now." He said.

Death watched impassionedly as Vance finished up the paperwork, "I have one question, who told the mortal how to summon the Morrigan in the first place, someone is still behind this. Mortals know about the spirit world, they dabble as mortal's do, but this took serious magic and this is what the council is concerned about."

Vance nodded, "You may want to open your door." Death said, he waved an arm and it opened as Gibbs arrived.

"How is Time?" Death asked.

"Tim is asleep; he had a small temper tantrum." Gibbs admitted.

"I felt it," Death admitted, "He is prone to outbursts like this, it's his mothers influence."

Gibbs let it go, "I have a question, we have Stevenson, but something has been bothering me, who told him how to really work this Ne'er stuff?"

Death looked at Gibbs with respect, he realized that this was a man in many ways his equal. "You Leroy Jethro Gibbs have been a thorn in my side for many years," Death said looking at the blue eyed Marine.

Gibbs looked over at him, "I have?"

"You take my boy from the easy assignment I had Vance assign him, insist he joins your team, Your other team mate, Anthony, he has been on my list many times, you have managed to defy my attempts to take him and he's still picked on my boy."

Gibbs smirked, "You do care."

"Time is my son; of course I care, as much as it is in me to care." Death snapped.

"You told him that?" Gibbs asked, "He may be older than any of us mortals but he is the youngest of you he has such heart and he wants more than anything else to see his mother."

Gibbs had seen the longing in Tim's eyes when talking about his mother and he felt that now was the right time to broach the subject but Vance looked worried.

Death yawned this wasn't of interest to him.

"Tim has a sweet soul, this is special."

"He is special." Death said, "He has no idea, not yet."

"That's not the first time that Tim's potential has been referred to." Gibbs said.

"Won't be the last time either," Death said. He looked over at Vance, "You may need to lock down your office, and he's awake."

Vance waited as his office door flung open and Tim stormed in, his fury clear to his father and uncle, like a fiery crackling hue, All Gibbs saw was a very pissed off federal agent.

Vance pressed the button to put his office in secure mode.

"Why?" Tim's voice cracked and tears shone in his eyes as he looked at his father. "Why, why did you do it?"

Death looked at his son, "I am here, and you know the law."

"You didn't have to take her?" He let out a small sob, Gibbs heart clenched.

"Who did he take?"

"She was my best friend!" he held out a shaky hand, Pixel lay pale blue and cold in his hand.

"It was her time." Death said flatly.

"TIME? TIME!" Tim shouted at his father, "IT WAS NOT HER TIME!"

As he held her light started to crackle around the corpse of the sprite, within moment Pixel yawned and Tim looked at her in shock. "How?" he breathed in disbelief.

"You haven't allowed yourself to use your power to its full advantage, you are growing older my son, I think that the whole thing with Rage and Judson Stillwell was a trap to get you to use your power to its full advantage, someone on the council deems you a threat."

"They all think I'm a threat, an abomination." Tim said sadly.

Tim sat heavily in the chair, "So they killed Judson and exposed the Ne'er, why? To get me to use a power I don't even know I have?"

"Who?" Gibbs asked, "Who would expose your world like that?"

Vance sighed, "My mother, Gaia. She has always been fearful of Time ever since the moment he was born and he was banished from his mother."

An old man appeared, Gibbs jumped but the man seemed to have just blended into the room, like he had always been standing there, just out of sight.

Both Death and Vance stood up and bowed, "Sir." They said in unison.

Gibbs looked at the old man and fought the urge to salute.

Tim seemed to shrink back out of the way.

"Time…stand before me boy." The man ordered.

Gibbs shot Vance a look, but Vance shook his head.

Tim moved and stood in front of him not daring to look him in the eye. "S…Sir…"

"You have done well in this endeavor; I have watched this from beginning to end. You are all right in your assumption that my daughter had a hand to play in this."

"Sir," Death spoke with reverence, "The boy was never at fault in all of this, he has taken the punishment his grandmother meted out quietly and with dignity. I hereby request that the sentence enforced on him since birth be revoked."

The Creator looked at them kindly.

"In due time Death, you have souls to deal with, the small sprite will stay, this time you may leave without casualties." The Creator allowed him.

Death shot a look to his son, "Be well." He said and vanished.

Gibbs looked at him, "Who are you?" he asked.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, son of Jackson Gibbs and Ann Gibbs, I am simply The Creator." He said.

"Y…you're God?" He asked shocked,

The Creator laughed, "No…my child, I am not that blessed to be the highest deity, I am however The Creator of things, in the Ne'er. But you do me an honor." He said, Gibbs found himself relaxing; there was no threat whatsoever coming off of this man, being? He didn't know what to call him.

"Sir, how do we prove my mother's involvement?" Vance asked.

"I have been watching her for eons, she has pulled things similar to this before, but that is of no consequence, never has it been to a stage where all births in the Ne'er were banned and that Mortal's were made aware of our existence."

"Sorry," Gibbs found himself saying before he could stop himself.

The Creator smiled, "You are forgiven child."

Tim's eyes went wide and he bit his lip holding back a laugh.

"Child." The Creator turned his attention back to Tim, "You have a special gift, you have today seen a glimpse of that power, you can destroy and create life. You have the rare ability to communicate with all species Human and Ne'er. You have the power to unite all the Ne'er in peace or destroy it in war."

Tim stood amazed, "W…War? I'd…I'd never, Sir, so many Fae would be hurt." He looked shocked at the idea of him causing a war.

"Then my child one day you will unite it in peace." The Creator smiled. He turned to Vance, "I will be taking your mother with me, not forever but she needs to learn her place."

"Sir, Please?" Tim said, "Don't punish her too much, she is just afraid, she meant no harm." He pleaded.

Vance smiled at Tim; even now after all his mother had done to him he was still fighting for other people.

"You do not need to spend time in the mortal realm anymore, your punishment is over."

Gibbs looked on worried about what his junior agent would do.

"Sir, if it is allowed I would like to continue my work with NCIS." He asked.

The Creator smiled, "Very well, we will allow it."

Tim smiled, as Pixel jumped for joy on her friends shoulder.

The Creator disappeared and Tim looked at Vance. "Is it over?" he asked uncertainly.

Vance shrugged, "I think so, Mother will be with The Creator for a long time, not forever, but a long time none the less." He said.

"I…I need some air," Tim said.

Vance nodded and Tim walked out, Gibbs on his heels, keeping far enough back to watch him, but far enough away to give Tim the air he needed.

Tony had watched them walked out of Vance's office and straight to the elevator, he got a feeling in his gut and got up and followed them out.

Gibbs sat next to his coffee cart watching as Tim walked along the waterfront, pacing as he sorted the whole mess out in his mind.

Tony joined him in silence, keeping watch over their junior teammate as a warm breeze passed between him and Gibbs, Tony automatically reached a hand up to brush the back of his head as he felt something brush past him.

Tim paced looking at the water, he let the waves calm him as much as they could, he knew he was staying with NCIS and that Gibbs and the team accepted him for who he was. But he was worried he wouldn't be good enough, that if someone major died in the team would they trust him or insist that he bring them back.

"You have to trust them." A woman's voice said from behind him.

Tim didn't turn around, he knew his mother's voice, but he also knew she was in his head and not there.

"I do mama, but…what if they want more than I can give?"

Her laughter floated past like a summer breeze, "I think all they want from you is to have their friend back with them, they know you are special, as do we all, but you need to trust in yourself too."

"I do, but I just want to know that the punishment is really over. That I have been forgiven."

"There was never anything to forgive my son."

Tim nodded sadly, "I know mama. I just wish, just once, I could do more than hear your voice."

"Like this." She said and gently laid a hand on his shoulder.

He spun his eyes wide in shock, he looked at the beautiful blonde haired woman with the forest green eyes and slowly and gently, as if she would just vanish he reached out with his hand…not daring to breathe. "Mama?" he asked tentatively.

She smiled, "You have grown so much my son." She said.

Tim stood tears falling unashamedly down his face, "My mama? Is it really you…here?"

She laughed the most beautiful sound Tim had ever heard as she pulled him into her arms. He held her tight burying his face into her neck, "My mama, my mama….you're really here?"

He spun her around still holding her tightly. "I love you so much," she told him.

"I love you too mama!" Tim smiled tears of happiness still falling.

Not too far away on a bench, two mortals were crying watching the reunion of mother and son. Knowing that for now all was right with both worlds.