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So here it is guys! The very last chapter! I don't know why, but I'm actually kind of sad. I mean… I feel like I'm losing a good friend or something (Which is SO weird!)

I re-read this story today and I saw the journey that each character has taken and the hardships they've over come… it's crazy to think that this is the end. I've just had so much fun and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it just as much as I have writing it

But the end it is, and I would like to thank tv-lover007, because without her this idea would have never even occurred to me. And to Emma Is Mrs Kevin Jonas and starsuffers who encouraged me to repost it after it was deleted. Thank you 1000 times over. I couldn't have created this without you!

With that I present to everyone the last chapter in this epic tale of A Place to Call Home.

Enjoy!

***Epilogue***

2 MONTHS LATER

Shane stood staring up at the massive building in front of him. He'd seen a decent number of buildings in his life, but something about this one was different. He didn't know if it was the fifty-three floors of shiny windows, the words Columbia Records scrawled across the front of it, or even if it was the thought of the man he had to impress within that made him want to vomit.

"Are you scared Shane?" Shane looked down next to him to see Tyler staring up at the menacing building as well.

"No." his voice cracked, causing Tyler to giggle. "Okay maybe a little." he admitted sheepishly.

Tyler smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, "Don't worry Shane, just don't mess up!"

Shane's eyes narrowed, "Thanks." he replied flatly.

"I'm going to go check out the fountain!" With that Tyler scampered off towards one of the two elaborate fountains erected in front of the Columbia Records Studios.

"Just stay where I can see you!" he called after him, and smiled when Tyler turned and gave him the thumbs up.

"Okay Shane," Shane jumped when his brother Jason set down his guitar case to his right and began to fumble with his tie, "You only just got your brace off last week, so I don't want you jumping on ANY tables while we're singing alright?"

Shane rolled his eyes, "Dude why aren't you telling Nate that? I'm not the one who got shot!"

"Because I know Nate won't jump on the table." Said Jason seriously, still struggling with his tie.

"How do you know?"

"I promise not to jump on the table." said Nate distractedly as he flipped through couple pages of sheet music in his arms. He too, had only just gotten his cast off from his almost fatal wound. He actually wasn't suppose to have it off till next week, but when Rachel had secured the interview with Harold Berkley for this week, he seemed to will his body to heal faster, and the doctors had agreed to take I off if he wore a brace at night. Shane just stared at his little brother, chests tightening at the thought of how close they all came to losing him. But Hate was a fighter, and when he set his mind to do something, it almost always got done.

"There you have it." said Jason with a smirk and Shane let out a sigh.

"Fine."

Jason cried in frustration, "Damn it! How does this thing work?" He gestured accusingly at the tie around his neck.

Shane laughed, "What's the matter Bro? Is it idiot proof?"

"Dude shut up! Can you just give me a hand?"

"Ummm… you know maybe you don't need one…"

Jason raised an eye brow, "You can't tie it either can you?"

"Yes I can! Look!" he pointed to the tie around his neck.

"Shane, that's a clip on." Rachel said smartly, setting down her briefcase and coming up to help Jason with his tie.

"HAH!" Jason yelled triumphantly, pointing a condemning finger at his younger brother, who dropped his jaw in betrayal.

"Traitor." he spat at Rachel.

"Idiot." she threw back, reaching up to secure Jason's tie properly. "Stop squirming! Honestly you both are like little kids!" Jason only smiled and watched Rachel as she succeeded in knotting the stubborn object.

"What would I do without you?" breathed Jason affectionately, snaking his arms around her waist.

Rachel wrapped her arms round his neck, "Invest in a clip on." she said bluntly, but with a hint of a smile. Jason laughed and pressed a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Jason!" Mr. Grey's voice cut through the air and everyone looked up. "Can you give your mother a hand please?" Mr. Grey was setting up a wheel chair and Mrs. Grey was having a bit of trouble getting out of the car. She had been improving drastically over the past few months since returning home. Sure, there were still a few times when she had to be reminded of where she was, but the doctors encouraged the family to treat her as normally as possible. Shane was skeptical at first, but this morning Mrs. Grey had risen early to make them all breakfast and he allowed himself to feel hope. He smiled remembered seeing the tears of joy in Jason's eyes.

"Yeah sure!" Jason called out and gave a brief wink at Rachel before heading off to help his mother out of the car.

Shane sighed, "Okay can you guys not do gross things like that when I'm around?"

Rachel turned and smirked, "You think that's gross huh? Well then I guess I shouldn't tell you that we slept in your bed."

Shane's eyes widened, "WHAT?"

"Twice."

Shane choked on his own spit and was about to ask if she was serous when Nate ran up to them in a panic, "I lost it! I lost the sheet music for That's What I Go to School For! Mr. Berkley wants all the music we have! We're not prepared! We're NOT prepared! WHAT IF HE WON'T SEE US?"

"NATE!" Rachel yelled over the panic voice of the boy in front of her, "I have an extra copy of the music in my trunk, so just calm your little afro down!"

Nate looked relieved, "Oh thank God! I can't believe I forgot it though, I could have sworn I checked the folder to make sure I had it! Aren't your pages a more off-white color? Do you think he'll mind of not all the pages are the same, uniformed color?" Nate continued to ramble all the way to the car.

"Rachel you didn't really sleep in my bed with Jason did you?" Rachel just turned and smiled not saying anything, "RACHEL?" Shane groaned as she rounded the side of the car and started to dig in the trunk. He knew that it wasn't true, but it didn't mean he wouldn't like some sort of reassurance.

He turned, intending retrieve Tyler before he decided to take a swim in one of the fountains when an out of place car caught his eye. There were no other cars parked outside of the building but their own save one: a black BMW.

Shane saw that the window on the back side passengers seat was rolled down, a thin film of cigar smoke trickling out its open window. He chanced a glance at his family and saw that they were all distracted with one thing or another, so he started walking cautiously towards the parked car. He couldn't see the face as he approached, but he knew exactly who it was. "Hey Baracus."

A soft and familiar chuckle came from within and moments later, the aged mobster came into view. "So you can say my name now huh kid?" Shane gave a smile and shoved his hands in his pockets, "How ya been?"

Shane gave a shrug, "Alright I guess. It's different, but I like it."

"They treatin' you alright?" Baracus took a puff of his cigar.

Shane smiled and nodded, "They keep me on my toes… but I won't trade my family for anything."

"Good." He blew small O's of smoke out threw his lips, "So, Columbia Records huh?"

Shane gave a short laugh, "Yeah, Rachel got us the interview."

"Your foster sister Rachel?" He furrowed his brow in confusion and Shane nodded.

"Yup, if you ever met Rachel, you know you don't say no to her if she really wants something… She won't let you."

Baracus smiled, "You'll find that's true with all women kid."

It was Shane's turn to laugh this time, "Haha yeah I guess…. So I heard that the Yakavetta's have been disbanded." Baracus grunted in affirmation and Shane licked his lips, "Are you going to jail?"

Baracus threw his head back and let out a single laugh, "Hell no. I called in a few favors and I'm heading to warmer climates. This inner city bull is getting to be too much."

Shane found himself slightly disheartened at this news. The knowledge that Baracus would no longer be in the same city was sad. It was like he was losing a good friend. "Where will you go?"

Baracus took another puff of his cigar, considering his answer, "Disneyland." he said finally and Shane laughed.

"Shane, come on!" He turned to see Jason gesturing for him to hurry up.

Shane turned back towards the BMW, knowing he didn't have much time, "Listen I just wanted to say thank you for you know… saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would have been fish food twelve years ago so… thanks."

"No problem kid." He threw his cigar out the window, "Take care of yourself Shane, and I look forward to hearing more about you Grey brothers in the future." Shane smiled with amusement and waved the ex-mobster off. He was about to turn to leave when Baracus called him back, "And kid?" Shane looked up, "Thanks." He stuck his arm out and pressed a small object in Shane's hand.

The teen blinked in puzzlement as the car pulled away from him. He watched it all the way to the end of the street and it disappeared around the corner, taking his savior with it. Only then did he open his hand to see what Baracus had given him. He gasped when he saw a familiar toy car glinting in the sunlight.

He stared at the object, his mind racing as to what Baracus could possibly be thanking him for. He then came to realized that he may never really know, and maybe he wasn't meant to. He just had to take comfort in the knowledge that he had somehow helped the person he owed everything to.

And that was good enough for him.

"Hey Shane!" Joe looked up to see his brother Nate waving at him by the massive double doors of the building, "Let's rock this thing and go home!"

A smile slowly spread across Shane's face, and he sprinted up the stone steps of the building.

Yeah, home.

Wow.

205 pages.

45,707 words… and it's over.

SO …. I hope it was at least worth reading and you all found at least a fraction of entertainment in it! Thank you to all who reviewed! I really could not have done this without all your kind words and encouragement!

Thanks again for those of you who took the time to read and an even bigger thanks to those of you who left your comments. I never thought that anyone would read this, and it means the world to me that you all did.

Thank you. That's all I can think to say. I hope those two little words will be enough to show my appreciation and gratitude.

Polly

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