Thank you to TwiHeartLove who has supported me on every bit of work i have done and continue to do, and thank you to everyone else for reviewing up to this point. To everyone who has even just so much as looked at this story and not reviewed, i still thank you. Clearly i'm doing something right to keep the ratings relatively high. (Well, high for me. I don't have big expectations!) I'm aware this story hasn't been all that long, but it's probably one of my favourites. I'll probably do another Fallen fanfic in the future (most likely once i've read Passion.) So if you miss this, tune in soon.

So here we are, the final. The end. Will Luce survive.. well, you'll have to wait and see. What happened to Daniel? Here you go... Enjoy. xxD

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One Week Later

Luce's eyes fluttered open to the most amazing sight. Daniel.

"Hey, special," he whispered in her ear, "You're awake."

She smiled with dizzy happiness at finally seeing him. They were lying on a thick white mattress with a mustard yellow blanket covering up to her waist. She acknowledged it wasn't the nicest of colours. Her head was in Daniel's lap as she took notice of the room surrounding them. On the door opposite the bed was a kitten calendar. The walls were beige and gave no hint of wear and tear. No posters, besides the calendar and only a small desk and chair at the side.

His softs fingers rubbed her cheek with care and he was whispering something to her.

"Are we still at the school?" she said quietly, her voice a little croaky and then wondered what had happened besides her fainting.

"We're near the school," he said calmly but she could tell he was tense due to his fingers pausing on the base of her neck. "In a room someone i know leant us. Cam didn't think it best we stay at Shoreline after what happened. When you passed out,"

He paused mid-sentence and Luce sat up, worried. A little too fast, she realised. Her head spun.

"What happened when i passed out?" she questioned, trying to understand why he was looking so glum and then noticed something weird.

His clothes were in tatters and his skin looked charred, as though someone had been at him with a lighter.

She looked down at her own clothes that appeared in slightly better form, but also her back was killing her.

"What the hell?" she felt her shoulder blades and something fluffy reacted under her touch. He was smiling sadly.

"You passed out just after i took the poison." he acknowledged. She gasped. Poison? Seeing her expression he reached out to touch her hand, trying to soothe her. She felt herself panic. "Don't worry, please. It's okay. I'm okay. I just..." he frowned, like the realisation of what he was about to say was too much to bear. "It seems I wasn't the only one being played. When Cam went off to help me, by finding the antidote to my so called memory loss, he was tricked."

She let that sink in. "Tricked? But he came back..." then she remembered the hellish look he'd had when he'd re-appeared at the small caves entrance. He said he'd broken a lot of laws, or whatever that meant, she didn't know.

Daniel nodded, "Yeah, he got the antidote alright, but it seems someone up there knew he would try it. They um, spiked – i suppose that's the appropriate word – the liquid." he sighed heavily, a weight pushing him down by the expression he held. "I lost my wings." he said finally.

Luce covered her mouth with horror. Her arms were instantly around his neck, hugging him tightly. She felt his rugged breathing underneath her and the pain he must have been going through inside. She felt hands on her waist, trying to pry her away, "Wait," he said a little shaky. "There's more."

"You said it was a poison. You lost your wings. What more could there be?" He shook his head slowly with unbelieving thoughts.

"The poison took my wings away, but because," he took an intake of breath, "I don't remember much. I'm only going by what Shelby and Cam told me. You apparently kissed me just after i took the anti – poison – right?" she felt herself nod. "Feel your back again." he urged. She did so. Something felt like feathers on her shoulder blades made her think. He nodded. "It gave you my wings." He saw her horror. "I don't know why, and i don't know how. But obviously you took some poison as well and some weird magic happened between us, and well," he shrugged, all dead of feeling.

"How long have i been unconscious?" Was all she could manage.

"A week."

She felt her heart thud. "A week?" She collapsed on the mattress beside Daniel and tried to control her panicked heart rate.

His arm came to wrap around her shoulders. He leaned to her and kissed her cheek. "It's okay," he soothed.

"No, it's no okay, Daniel. I have wings! I have your wings. You're..." she turned her head to look directly at him, "What does that make you now?"

He bit his lip – a uncharacteristic thing for him to do – and seemed to hesitate again. Too many pauses. She understood. "You're human, arent you?" she said quietly.

He slowly nodded

"No," she said under her breath. Too astonished. Too horrified. Too... saddened. She rolled over to wrap her arms around him and kissed his neck and all over his bare chest that was still a little blackened. She felt the need to show him he meant everything to her. Cam had risked his life to save Daniel, and in the process had made things worse. But then, was it really Cam's fault?

He grabbed her upper arms and gently pried her away from him as he sat up from the mattress. His back, she saw, was red. Like someone had torn a thick layer of skin from it and about a month of healing had been done.

"Please, Luce, not right now. I need to think."

"You hate me," she whispered to herself. He turned to her, stroked a finger to her cheek.

"Of course i don't hate you," his expression softened. "I just need to understand what this means for me – for us."

"I don't even know what i am," she mumbled,

He smiled with wonder, "You're beautiful, that's what you are. You're the most wonderful sight to behold." She felt her cheeks redden, "Yet you can't bare to be around me," she replied with self-hatred.

His expression hardened, "Don't say that. I told you, i just need a moment alone. You know i love you." She knew that tone to mean the discussion was over. He stood up and grabbed a grey tshirt he found on the desk chair.

"Who gave you that?" she asked, trying to soften the mood. He turned around. "Miles came to visit a couple days ago. A little embarrassed i must say. He's had quite a crush on you, Luce." His lips curved up a little with a wry smile.

She groaned, "I need to speak to him," she muttered.

"Don't be too hard on him. I owe him a lot for being there for you when i.. couldn't." he finished with a small gulp. She rolled off the mattress and stood up, being careful not to move too quickly. "Be careful," he commented, "Those things can be quite a nuisance to get used to," His tone wasn't sad, but more reminiscent.

"You managed okay," she said.

He smiled dryly. "That's because i'd had hundreds of years to get used to it,"

Fiddling with a hanging thread from her tshirt she said, "What about Shelby?"

"She's doing okay. A little shocked, but she'll be fine." He'd taken his time getting the tshirt over his back.

"Does it hurt?"

He faced her and winced. Then laughed when she rushed up towards him. "No, i can't feel a thing," he said, sounding genuine.

Luce pouted. "You're mean," she said jokingly. Smiling wickedly he replied, "I know."

"Knock, Knock," Shelby appeared in the doorway, clothes clean – unlike their own – and smiling nervously.

Luce smirked, "You always cursed people who said that," she joked.

Shrugging she said, "Well, i'm all for change." Her eyes roamed over Luce curiously. "How you feeling?"

"Fine. You?"

Shelby rolled her eyes casually, "Oh, you know. Never been better." She gave Daniel a knowing look. "How's she doing?" she asked him instead. Luce huffed with annoyance.

He laughed. "She's a trooper." he said with a grin but then it faltered, "It'll take time."

"Hello?" Luce called, waving her arms in the air for attention, "I am here you know. You don't have to talk about me like i'm some coma patient!"

Shelby put hands on her hips mockingly, "Well if you'd only answer me without some cocky reply, then maybe i wouldn't have to ask him." she retorted. She shuffled closer to Luce and in the small carrier bag she held, took out a clean nike tshirt – since her current tee was ripped – and thrust it at her. "Here, take this. Daniel told me how to cut the back so you wouldn't mess this up like what you're wearing." she gestured to Luce's back and then stared in wonder.

"What's so fascinating?" Luce jibed, "You've got wings as well."

She nodded fast, "I know, i know."

"So," Luce said as cheerfully as she could manage once she got the tshirt on, "Where to now?

Daniel went over to Luce and held her tightly, kissing her neck, making Shelby groan and turn away.

"Home."

"Where would that be?" she asked enquiringly. He smiled like he was hiding some joke and then suddenly the joke was gone as he scrunched his eyes up with thought.

"First, i need to talk to Cam. I think i know who erased my memory." Shelby gasped.

"You do? Does that mean you can get your..." Shelby pointed to his back. He slowly nodded, but not with that much encouragement. More like the task wouldn't be easy.

"I think i do." he replied.

Thanks for reading xD Until next time folks... Adios!