Unfortunately, this is the last chapter. But you know, all good stories must come to an end. I'd like to thank all my reviewers for sticking with Wilbur till the very end.

Anyway, here's the last chapter! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 17

.:Two weeks later:.

"Wilbur, stop it!"

"You did it to me, I do it to you!"

"I did it to because I'm the dad and I'm supposed to do it!"

"And I'm the son! I'm supposed to get revenge and do it to you!"

"I don't remember that in the dad and son's handbook!"

"Read between the lines!"

"I'll remember that next time! But for now…" Cornelius grabbed his son's arms and made him stop tickling him. He twisted Wilbur over onto the floor and began to tickle him instead.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Wilbur said in between laughs.

"Of course it is," Cornelius said, a wide smile on his face. "I'm the dad."

"So what?"

"Isn't this fun?" He asked.

"If you consider torture as fun," Wilbur said. Cornelius continued to tickle his son until his leg hurt too much to do any more. The famous inventor sat down on the couch in the living room. Wilbur sat down next to him, trying to take in breaths after laughing so much.

"Geez, you were gonna' make me die of laughter," the thirteen-year-old said.

"Maybe that's because you're so ticklish," Cornelius chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess I get that from you." Cornelius stopped chuckling and looked at his son.

"I'm not that ticklish," he said.

"Are you kidding? You should have seen yourself when I was tickling you," Wilbur responded, a smiled spreading across his face.

"I'll make sure to learn not to laugh as much."

"I'd like to see that."

"You will, you will."

"So, do you know what happened to Zane?" Wilbur asked randomly. Cornelius looked over at his son.

"Officer Levi said that they helped find a house suitable for him in the city. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, just a bit curious."

"Alright. Well I think that-"

"Cornelius! Wilbur! Dinner!" Franny's shrill voice cut through their conversation like a gun shot.

"Coming Mom!" Wilbur called.

"Coming Honey!" Cornelius called at the same time.

"I hope there's another food fight again," Wilbur said, standing up from the couch.

"I don't," Cornelius said, standing up on his crutches. They started to walk to the dining room.

"Oh yeah, you're still on crutches," Wilbur said. "How long do you have to be on them again?"

"Four more months."

"Ooo, that sucks."

"Yeah, it kinda' does. Your mom won't let me go to work or do any work here at home. All she'll let me do is eat and sleep and watch TV."

"Lucky," Wilbur muttered. "I'd really like that."

"To do every day for four months?"

"It's better than going to school."

"Eh, I guess it would be."

"Oh yeah."

Wilbur climbed under the dark blue comforter and lied his head down on his pillow. He looked at his now-repaired window. The hole that Zane had created had just recently been repaired a few days earlier, and Wilbur had had to sleep on the couch in the living room until it was finished. It had been the worst week of his life. He had kept falling off, getting too cold, getting too hot, and a bunch of other irritating things.

Wilbur turned onto his side and tried to get to sleep, but that's when he heard his bedroom doors open. He turned onto his other side and saw his dad walk into his room.

"Dad?" He said.

"Sh," Cornelius said, putting his finger to his lips. "I don't want your mother to hear." He quietly closed both of Wilbur's doors and walked over to the bed. He set his crutches on the floor and sat down on Wilbur's bed.

"What are you in here for?" Wilbur asked. "Not that I don't want you in here or anything it's just that, you never come here."

"I want to talk to you."

"Ok, about what?"

"Do you want to skip school tomorrow?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

"Well duh, every kid does. Why?"

"I was thinking that you and I could sneak away tomorrow and have some quality father son time. What do you say?"

"Uh, sure. I'll do anything to get out of school."

"Great. Well, I guess I'll see you-"

"Wait, did you ever find anything under my bed while I was gone?"

"What? No."

"Well, Kaden told me that he had Zane leave something under my bed that should bring back some memories for you."

"Well, we never found anything. I'll look right now." Cornelius stood up and threatened to fall over because of his bad leg, but regained his balance. He kneeled down best he could and looked under Wilbur's bed. When he came back up Wilbur noticed that he had a small pocketknife in his hand.

"A pocketknife?" Wilbur asked. "Why is a pocketknife so important?"

"This is the exact pocketknife Kaden used to kill Leon all those years ago. I remember watching the security video and zooming in on the knife because I thought it might be a good clue to help us find him. If I had found this earlier we might have found you earlier."

"It's ok Dad. At least you found me."

"That's sure true. Alright, it's time for you to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"See ya' in the morning Dad. I love you." Cornelius smiled as he picked up his crutches and stood from Wilbur's bed.

"I love you too Wilbur. Good night." He walked over to Wilbur's doors and left his room, closing the doors behind him. Wilbur turned back over to his other side again. He closed his eyes and smiled, looking forward to the next day.

Well, that's the end. Sniff, sniff! Sob, sob!

I hope you all liked it! If you liked this one then you should read some of my other stories if you want to. I'd really appreciate it if you read them and leave good reviews. Most of them are oneshots, just a heads up.

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-Taylor