(A/N: Hello, peoples. Last chapter here. Not much really, just tying up all the lose ends. Oh, and since it didn't occur to me to have the title play at the beginning (as is custom in a James Bond film), you'll get it at the end. Think of it as the credits.)
Deep within the ruins of Factor Three's old Headquarters, a pile of rubble began to quiver and shake. Suddenly, it exploded upward as Jaws crawled out of the long tube that led to the shark pool. Jaws was covered with the blood of the dozens of sharks he had killed.
Taking a minute to look around, Jaws found himself feeling . . . homesick, he finally decided. And then, for the first time in the memory of man, the man known as Jaws spoke; "I'm coming home, Dolly," he said in his thundering voice, "I'll be home within the month."
And then, silent once more, Jaws dusted himself off and began the monumental walk back to Kraków, Poland.
Bond pulled up to Fenton Works in his BMW Z8. He had called ahead and told the Fentons to expect them. They were waiting on the front porch as Danny got out of the car. He went to them and said, "Uh . . . I can explain about why I've been gone?" Jack and Maddie burst into laughter and said, "You don't have to. James already told us everything." "EVERYTHING?" said Danny nervously looking at Bond.
"Yep," said Jack, "Every detail about how you went with him to help close an astrophysics deal with Osato Chemicals and Engineering. He's already wired your share of the money to your college fund." Danny gave a silent sigh of relief. Bond said, "Well, it's been fun. Time for me to be getting back home." As Bond hugged Danny goodbye he whispered, "There may be a place for you in the Service when you get old enough."
A few hours later, Danny went to Sam's. She practically pulled him in the door and said, "The next issue came! Look, I'm the centerfold!!!" He flipped through the pages of Gothic & Lolita Bible until he came to Sam's picture. It was the one of her sitting on an ottoman with her legs elegantly crossed, her hands supporting her as she leaned back slightly, and her eyes half closed with an amused smile on her face.
"Sam," said Danny softly, "I've almost died several times in the past week, and more than usual. It's got me to thinking: Life is short, and you should never pass up a golden opportunity when one comes along."
Sam noticed that Danny had moved closer, and she said, "I guess this means that things will be different from now on." "That's right Sam," Danny replied with a smile, "it does." He wrapped his hands softly around hers. They closed their eyes and moved in closer, as if to kiss, but Danny's Ghost Sense suddenly went off. He smiled again and said, "I'll be back to finish what we started. Well, I'm going Ghost!!"
Meanwhile, on a transatlantic flight back to England, Bond had retired to the lavatory to . . . finish some business. A giggling female voice with a Danish accent said from within, "I don't think I've ever met a man like you, mister . . .?" "Bond," replied a suave male voice, " James Bond."
There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes, another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number, and taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number, and taken away your name
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number, and taken away your name
Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number, and taken away your name
Secret agent man!
(A/N: Well, it's over. In about 2 days, I'm off to China. I'll have another great fic when I get back, though. Well, that's all she wrote.)
THE END.