Okay! Here we go! I wanted this last chapter to be amazing, and what's better than Caleb and Will (duh, nothing - that's why you're all here reading a WxC-fic!), so I put their perspectives in, along with just a hint of evil at the end.. MUAHAHAAA!

The nature park wasn't half a mile from Irma's and ten minutes down the line he'd seen smoke.

Twelve minutes and he'd realized it was Irma's house.

At thirteen he'd remembered the infamous bonfire.

At fourteen he decided that was too much smoke.

Another thirty seconds and he heard the wailing of more police cars than Irma's father might ever be popping by with.

At fifteen he started running.

"Not a scratch on her! Barely a hint of a burn! She's untouched!" Caleb pushed through the men in brightly coloured outfits, weaving in and out of scattered youths talking to police men, and over the crispy blackened ground that led to a group of four. When Caleb arrived, the girls looked up at him, shivering slightly. He felt a rock in his throat and saliva burned like fire.. Or maybe that was bile.. He hadn't seen red when he'd came in here.

"She's fine. Will. She's over there. With my dad." Irma seemed to know him best, often reading his mind while the others laughed when he wasn't being funny, or remained silent when he was. Caleb nodded, his emerald eyes flashing over their pretty dresses, Irma's torn and Taranee's seemed to have been smudged with soot. Then he looked to where Irma was pointing, and the lodge that had left his throat returned. She didn't look fine.

"Look, please don't call my mom, she's working tonight and I-" Will turned the upper half of her body to look at him, as Caleb tried to remember walking over towards her. Pale fingers pulled up her crooked sleeve, well it was a halterneck so it couldn't be the sleeve; she must've been wearing a vest. The police officer was staring at him - Irma's father was waiting for something along the lines of an explanation to his prescence, but Caleb was only struggling to see what remained of her dress from the way she was perched on a car bonnet with her back to him. She was watching too now, in a different way as he wondered why he was doing that: looking at their dresses. As if he might find one he liked and be able to tell one of them that they looked pretty. As if he'd be expected to do that now. Will's brown eyes watched him quietly and the way they rested with him in veiw made the other noises drown away from his ears. Like as if he was in water..

"-hear me?" Caleb blinked when he got to her exposed knees, and looked up to the officer Tom Lair who was looking at him for an answer.

Caleb's mind had slowed down. Usually he'd say something. 'No'.. 'I'm sorry'. Caleb didn't know whether or not to apologise. "What?"

Tom Lair's gaze was firm, not in the calm way that Caleb could feel Will was still looking at him, but firm because they needed to be. Firm, but terrified. "Can you take her home? I can't leave her alone, and then I wouldn't have to call her mother."

Caleb nodded grimmly, and Mr Lair seemed to come to life as he talked into his walkie talkie and took small paces left and right. Caleb still couldn't hear the noise of the background. Everything around him seemed incredibly slow apart from Mr Lair who whizzed from one end of his invisable line to the other. Apart from Will who didn't look like she was moving at all from the back; having had turned around again, leaning back on her outstretched arms on the rest of the bonnet behind her. If Caleb took a step forward he'd be able to see her mobing slightly, her dangling legs swinging as the night sky brought a breeze which would hit the bare skin of her legs. But Caleb couldn't take a step forward. He was searching to prove his own thoughts wrong. To diminish his slightest hint of fear. Except that no one else was sitting on a car bonnet. No one else was getting special attention. Caleb's green-apple eyes again wandered the seams of her dress. No one else's dress was burned.

...

He hadn't said a word, and icy winds blew past causing Will to shiver in nothing except from what was originally barely a dress. He stopped then, and Will turned to find Caleb removing the long coat he would have worn to Meridian. He stared into her and she found herself with nothing to do, but stare back into those powerful eyes that stung with foggy emotions that she didn't quite understand. "You can close the portal tomorrow. Just like you said."

Will gave the closest thing she could to an answer; her nod could've been mistaken for a quiver, but he seemed to see it, throwing her the coat and continuing in the direction of her house. He was being kind, she knew, but Will wished that his lack of questioning how her dress got singed off up to an almost promiscuous height could be filled with something else. Anything. He could tell her about math for all she cared.. Except that Caleb didn't like math either. He didn't like much.

"Will.." He'd stopped again, this time just ahead of her. But then the back of his longish brown hair shook and he kept walking, changing his mind about saying something.

"I got a burn on my arm." Will almost slapped her hand to her mouth when the words had gone out, but she stopped where she stood and Caleb turned around to face her. Grim. Tired. He walked over and she raised her forarm so the bottom was facing him, revealing a patch of slightly melted skin; not more than you could acheive with an oven. His eyes searched over it, one hand holding onto hers; she knew it was only to hold her steady as his fingers were wrapped around her wrist, but she bit her lip as his warm palm rested on her own cool one. With the other hand he'd raised it just at the height of her arm from the ground, and he placed two fingers on the only part of her body that wasn't freezing. She seethed and he looked up at her again, though his hands didn't move or shake. After long seconds of silence he let his eyes wander back down to the burn, and she held her breath as his fingers glazed over the surface; cooling her searing hot wound. He went back and forth three times over it before he dropped his hand, and folded hers over with the one holding onto him. Then he stepped back and they were stuck again. In an awkward void of green and brown as either of them tried to use the other's eyes to understand.

"We can fix that at your house." And just like that he turned away. And just like that he started walking and Will trailed along behind. And just like that she tried to flex away the odd sensation in her arm, as her burn flared hot and her palm tingled algid; missing the warmth that his skin had given her, if only for the comfort of a friend. But she felt better, she supposed. It wasn't that she was anything other than calm, but he'd only calmed her further with his silence and the way he tried to be subtle in making obvious of his motions. Taking his time to let her see his hand before it touched her skin. Let her see what he was about to do. She didn't know how much Caleb knew about what had happened, but she had realized when he'd thrown her his coat that he was afraid to help put it on for her. He was afraid he'd startle her. It almost made her want to laugh.

Will's tingle of a smile about to form dropped as a man looked at her from his gothic black clothes, and simple red mask. He wasn't just looking at her though.. He was watching her. Will let her eyes drop to the ground, staring at the backs of Caleb's ankles as she quickened her pace slightly, to meet him, a few feet ahead. When she tugged at his arm to slow him down slightly, she glanced back to find nothing where she was sure she'd seen a man. She searched the shadowy alley behind where he'd stood, but she wouldn't see him if he was there. Will turned back, standing almost arm to arm with Caleb as they walked on in silence.[0]

[0]Well, shoulder to elbow is more likely I think, but I didn't think Will would call herself short, especially when she'd busy sticking by Caleb's side in fear of a mysterious stalkerish man.. (I'll give you a hint if you SOMEHOW didn't get it... It's Cedric.)