A/N: Hello again everyone! We've officially reached the end of this story! I was so nervous going into this story because it's kind of different from what I usually write. But I want to give a huge thank you to everyone that read this story and gave it a chance!

And I would like to give a very special thank you to winterschild11, Side1ways and annabellex2 for reviewing and supporting me throughout this entire story! It means a lot to me and your support inspired me to keep going and finish this story :)

I hope you all enjoy the final chapter!

Kendall adjusted his blazer, shifting his shoulders so that it sat comfortably on his frame. Grabbing Lucy's compact mirror off her desk, he checked his teeth and the state of his eyes. His irises remained a shifting white-yellow, brightening and dimming with the beat of his heart. The lamps in the room did the same. He was still trying to get used to the constant ebb and flow of light around him. It brushed and shifted with his every breath, another automatic function his body couldn't seem to do without. But that was part of why Kevin was sending him to the PT5 training course in Hawaii.

And didn't that feel weird. He could understand the need for that sort of training course, although apparently the first three weeks were lifted from the Complete Idiot's Guide To Dealing With Newly-Acquired Divinity. PT5-level powers-which he suddenly had in abundance-were something maybe one in a couple million people worldwide had, and he barely knew how to cope with having these new abilities at his fingertips, let alone how to use them. Yet, he could feel every source of light around him, like an extension of his limbs, waiting to be called upon and used as he saw fit. It was actually pretty incredible.

And terrifying. No wonder the Society was so invested in making sure he learned how to cope instead of risking the chance of him deciding to take over the world.

Kendall was brought out of his thoughts as Lucy tossed him a mint and he immediately popped it in his mouth.

He raised his arms. "Well? Presentable?"

"Mostly. And you smell great."

Kendall blushed. "It's James' cologne. I borrowed it for the interview."

"I like it." Lucy smiled. "Where were we?"

"You were asking me to describe a time when I was required to show empathy to a witness."

Lucy looked back at the fake interview guide she'd made. "Right. And you'd brought up-"

"-the case from a couple years back. Missing thirteen-year old. Hair down to her butt. A werewolf. She'd been bitten by a schoolmate and was hiding out in a narby ravine. I had to talk to her parents about the disappearance. They were sure she'd been snatched by a creeper on her way home from school and were about ready to go totally ballistic."

Thankfully, they'd been willing to let Kendall conduct his investigation without going vigilante against the hypothetical pedo who'd supposedly snagged their daughter. It'd ended up a happily ever after. With a lot of extra hair.

"Poor girl. Puberty's bad enough when you don't have to deal with cravings for red meat."

"Yeah, like you'd remember."

"I will hurt you."

Kendall chuckled. "What else you got?"

"Tell me about a time when you had to break the rules to solve a case."

Their eyes met over the top of Lucy's paper. He broke first, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. He hammered the surface of his desk with a closed fist, trying to force air past the coiling orce of his laughter. The lights in the room brightened with his amusement. By the time he'd gotten control of himself, Lucy was desperately trying to salvage her mascara, chuckles still racking her body.

"Best question ever." He said between gasps. "Is that one yours?"

"No, I swear it's really from the practice interview I found online."

"If they ask me that one, I'm dead."

"I'd worry more about thinking of an answer that's not too incriminating seeing as how we basically break the rules to solve pretty much every case." Lucy settled in her seat, head tilted, a small smile remaining on her lips.

Boxes sat stacked atop her desk like a small fort separating them, filled with personal papers, knickknacks and the files she'd spent the last few weeks scouring in preparation for her new role. People had been running back and forth all morning, carting them up to her new office on the fourth floor. It was pretty sweet digs, actually. Hardwood floors. Spacious room that she didn't have to share. The only furniture she was bringing was her chair and their poor rubber plant. She'd have her own assistant, too, which was unnerving even if it was more of an administrative assistant than an assistant assistant.

She sighed. The sound was mostly wistful but still held trace remains of her laughter. "I remember the first time you walked in the door, and I thought to myself 'I can't believe they stuck me with this kid.' Do you remember that stupid haircut of yours?"

"What? My faux-hawk was badass."

"The others bet you'd wash out within a week. I was surprised you'd made it through transitioning."

"Yeah, I remember. You told me." And that'd been the definition of awkward, considering she'd been stuck with him. Assistant-Agent assignments were permanent, barring unforeseen or uncontrollable circumstances, like Dak's complete inability to play well with others. Well... most others. It was part of why Lucy's new position so important. "I spent the first six months thinking you hated my guts."

"I did. A little. But so did everyone. Mostly because you're so damn talented." She rose from her seat. "And now you're off to interview for Internal after only six years. And then to the PT5 training course and beach holiday. I hope you sunburn."

"You'll be far too busy terrifying those around you to resent me for having a little vacation." Kendall tugged on a loose lock of her hair. "Make sure you give me a decent assistant when I get back, okay?"

"Not happening. I'm planning on getting the worst assistant ever. Incompetent and boring. Just to make sure you miss me every day."

"I won't need a useless assistant for that." Kendall told her. "You're leaving some very big, and gorgeous, shoes to fill."

"Already taking lessons from James. I knew that boy would be good for something." Her smile widening at mention of the brunet. "How's he doing, by the way?"

"Great. Like there's any doubt. We're trying to get all our stuff unpacked before we take off, so he's back at home arranging boxes and being a tyrant about his wardrobe."

"Did you get a new place?"

"Considering my apartment is still a smoldering wreck and his looks that way normally? Yeah, we got a two-bedroom. He's already planning to use one as a walk-in closet. And to make things worse he's talking about getting Eddie a girlfriend. That? Terrifying. One lizard bent on world domination is enough for me."

Before Kendall could continue, Lucy suddenly wrapped him in a tight hug. "I am going to miss you so much. Who am I going to use as a Starbucks lackey for the next six months while you're laying around being a beach bum?"

He easily returned the embrace. Despite how much he wanted to avoid being sappy, he couldn't seem to help the slight burn behind his eyes. "I'll miss you too." Deep breath, Kendall. Deep breath. "James and I leave tomorrow morning. Aaron is driving us to the airport." He pulled a fresh cut set of keys from his pocket. "Would you mind dropping in on our new place occasionally? Eddie's going to be staying with one of James' friends, but we've mysteriously acquired a few plants that need someone to look after them."

Lucy nodded. "Not a problem." She quickly kissed his cheek. "I love you, Ken."

"I love you too." His gaze trailed to the clock on his desk. "Well, it's that time. Wish me luck."

"You won't need it." She waved him off, discreetly brushing a tear from her eye. "Go impress them. You deserve this and more."

Kendall squeezed her hand. With a resigned breath, he showed himself from their office, his office, and toward the conference room booked for the interview. There hadn't been many people who'd applied for Internal. It wasn't a popular position and he felt pretty optimistic about his chances. So why wasn't he more excited about the opportunity? Truthfully, all he really felt was low-level dread.

The interviewer was already there when he arrived. Eric Northman, the Director of the Internal Department of the Society. He was actually kinda sexy in an older-gentleman sort of way. Especially in a black turtleneck. Kendall was a sucker for black turtlenecks.

"Ah, Agent Knight. Please, come in." Eric waved vaguely at the numerous free seats at the large table in the room.

"Thank you, Director Northman. Please, call me Kendall."

"My pleasure. And in that case, it's Eric."

Kendall took a seat directly across the table, a thousand interview cliches running through his mind. Sit up straight, make eye contact. Do not imagine him naked or you'll never get anywhere.

"We were happy to see your application for our open position. Your colleagues and superiors all speak very highly of you."

"It was my pleasure, though I wasn't sure if you'd taken my application seriously, considering I'll be unavailable to start for the next six months."

"We happily make allowances for any necessary training that might be required of our agents."His gaze flickered up to the lights overhead, which were dancing in time to Kendall's beating heart. "Especially agents who've proven themselves so valuable to our organization." He glanced at the front page. "In Internal, we're more focused on the solve rate rather than the volume of cases handled, and we expect all of our agents to maintain a bare minimum of 90%. Do you find that intimidating?"

"Not at all. My solve rate recently jumped to 95.76%. It's the highest of any active field agent at the moment."

"Yes, your impressive record speaks for itself. We wouldn't be considering you for the position if it was significantly lower. Tell me about why you want the position."

"I feel that my skills lend themselves well to the department's goals and objectives." That was a safe response.

"Not really an answer to my question. Why do you want this, Kendall?"

"I…" There were a dozen answers that would have made him sound confident and capable, but they'd all suddenly fled his mind. "It's...it's the next step."

"So your interest is more one of natural progression?"

"Well, yes and no. I love the Society. I've bled, cried and suffered for it for years. This is another way to help." And being a Field Agent without Lucy won't be the same.

But then again, the Society demanded a lot of their Internal people. Getting the position would mean more thirteen-hour days, and weeks away from home. New York's Internal department supported every office and agent between Toronto and Mexico and went west as far as Denver.

And what about James? For reasons Kendall couldn't fathom, James really loved him and wanted to be with him. Could Kendall forget about that because of his career?

"I can't argue that so far you've performed above and beyond our expectations in the temporary position you filled for Ke-Agent Wainwright. You essentially resolved two cases at once."

Yeah, and spent more time in the hospital than I'm comfortable with.

"It's all part of the job." He wasn't sure if he was talking to Eric or himself. It was part of the job. Getting beaten up and worrying his partner and unintentionally getting his pseudo-mother-in-law kidnapped and spending hours sleeping in his office and never going home and James being almost killed and his sudden ascension to power…

He'd never doubted his place in the Society before. But there had to be a balance somewhere. A balance he'd never needed to find until now, with the glaring drawbacks of the position suddenly staring him point-blank in the face.

Kevin said to consider it carefully before I applied for this. Was this what he meant?

Eric watched him with a knowing gaze.

"I…" Their eyes met across the table. "Director Northman, I'm really sorry, but I need to withdraw my application. I apologize for wasting your time."

Eric stood, a small smile gracing his face. "I never consider speaking to our people to be a waste of time, Kendall. And my name is still Eric."

"Thank you, Eric." Kendall said as they shook hands briefly.

"Of course. If you ever reconsider, please let me know."

"Absolutely."

Tomorrow morning, he and James were leaving for Hawaii, and when they got back, he wasn't going to do this to them anymore. He wasn't going to work the overtime. Well, he wasn't planning on working the overtime, anyway. And he was going to donate the couch in his office to the cafeteria. James said he'd wait until what they'd had was enough to bring Kendall home at night.

Kendall wasn't going to make him wait anymore.

His drive home was a little longer than it had been at his old place, but the neighborhood was better and he finally had underground parking. He took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and walked down the still slightly alien corridors to their new place.

Hidden away in their bedroom, James was fighting with a utility knife and a cardboard box. He turned the second Kendall stepped into the room.

"Did you hear me?"

"No. Since your...thing, the air gets warmer whenever you're nearby." James looked at their lonely digital clock. "That was the fastest interview in history."

He stood and Kendall walked into his open embrace.

James had been released from the hospital the day after being admitted. And if Kendall, and Kevin, had a little something to do with how he'd healed abnormally quickly and wasn't suffering through months of intense physical therapy, then who was complaining?

"Well, I walked in, realized that Internal would worsen every single issue that I promised you I'd work on, and left."

James stood. "Kendall Knight, are you telling me you turned down a promotion because of me?"

"Nope. I'm telling you that I turned down a promotion for you." He smiled and pressed his lips against James' in a quick, playful kiss. "There's a difference."

James returned the kiss and more.

When they finally broke apart a minute later, Kendall grinned and kissed James' collarbone. "So, what do you say? I found those copies of Torchwood I was telling you about. We could pick up some kung pao and try to bring order to our living room."

"This? Right here? Is why I love you."

Done! This story is officially done! And Kames got their happily ever after!

Like I said earlier, I was a little hesitant going into this story, but I really loved writing it and trying something a little different and I hope you all enjoyed it as well! And I was considering doing a sequel to this story, but now looking back at some of the chapters, I've kinda come up with an idea for a story that's set in a similar world as this story, just with a different plot. I even started planning it out a little so that might be what's next.

Until then, I'm thinking I'm going to update a couple of my other stories that I haven't updated in forever. Or maybe do a few one-shots. Who knows?! :P

As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter as well as the story as a whole! I'd also love to hear if you had any favorite moments in this chapter/story!

As you can see, I haven't 100% decided what I'm going to do next, but I hope that whatever it is, you all will join me for the ride!

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed