After the Hood was arrested, everything fell into place fairly quickly. After the media frenzy, Jeff decided to move everyone to the island. He had talked about it with Gordon and Alan who both seemed OK with it.

Gordon and Alan were each in therapy twice a week, and Alan was learning to speak again.

Brains had gotten custody of Fermat again. He'd learned that Fermat's aunt and his ex wife had partial custody. Now, his wife had died so the aunt had wanted custody. Naturally, Brains got custody.

The bar that both boys had worked at had gotten shut down. Over one hundred people had been arrested.

Jeff had been asked to take over leadership of IR. After great deliberation, he decided too. He also had the job of firing over twenty people who were working with the Hood.

Slowly, Gordon was trusting Jeff again. He'd at least stopped calling Jeff sir. Alan would call Jeff "dad". He only hoped Gordon would too.

He walked into the living room, seeing Gordon with a book. "Hey, Gordon. How are you doing?" he questioned, sitting down.

Gordon turned to him, "I'm doing okay." Gordon put the book aside. "Thank you again for everything, I really appreciate it. I'm really sorry for the hateful words I said in the beginning, Dad."

There was no hesitation as Gordon called him 'Dad', Jeff noted. He swallowed, his heart leaping with joy, absolute joy, and he felt an absurd amount of peace. "It's okay, Gordon. I understand your point of view, and I forgive you - I never gave you up, Gordon. Never."

Gordon nodded, "I know, and I believe that now. I just... It feels so weird, you know?"

Jeff nodded, "Different?"

"Well, yeah... But, I'm okay with that. It feels right to be here." He leaned to the side, "How does someone join International Rescue?"

Jeff smiled at that, "Well, you have to be 18, but I do believe you have a birthday coming up..."

FIN