A/N: So, here we are. I'm not going to put an ending author note like I usually do, so please allow me to ramble for a moment. I just wanted to thank everyone for reading and reviewing, Teacher's Revenge did a lot better then I ever dreamed it would. So it really means a lot. And to those people who put my story or me on your favourites and alerts – a tip of the hat to you. I'd greatly appreciate it if you left your thoughts after the epilogue, and though I can't thank you with the greatness that is bold lettering, I will be sure to get back to you as soon as I can.

Thanks go to the following for reviewing the last chapter: NKingy, Sakura-Moonlight, Sony89, Moonlight Serenity, , dong-chun-mei, Unfunny Joke, Party in the Afterlife, gliitch and sanaa.

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Epilogue

She didn't understand.

She had fallen deep into oblivion, collapsing into the darkness underneath her and now… now she was in the sky. The clouds had caught her, huddling together softly, she could feel them surrounding her. And she knew if she were to open her eyes all she would see was white.

White masses coming together to hide her, enveloping the world before her so no purple could grab her, seize her into her nightmares. She loved these clouds, they protected her, they made her feel safe.

But it still bothered her, how she had fallen, and still was, but under the comfort of the sky. When would it stop? Her mind was reeling in panic, but these clouds provided comfort. She had never realized before, but these clouds felt real. She touched one with her hand, yet unlike she had imagined, she had not grazed water droplets, but a surface. It was smooth and it sunk when she put pressure further on it, so she had stopped out of nerves.

Then she remembered.

Opening her eyes tiredly, Miss Kincaid sat up, reluctantly welcoming in her surroundings. Ridiculing herself for once again forgetting because of the depths of her dreams, she regarded the clouds around her, and they suddenly weren't so comforting.

She fortunately didn't get to dwell on the constant thought for very long, a rap was heard from one of the walls of clouds and it had caught her attention. Soon after, a door was revealed, breaking through the masses as bright fluorescent lights bombarded the young teacher. Squinting while her eyes adjusted, someone strode into the room.

It was an older woman that reminded Miss Kincaid of her Mother, only more butch and a little taller. "Kincaid," she said, her voice sounded rather rusty as she adorned a pleasant smile for the fragile women on the ground, "You have visitors."

Staring blankly at the other woman, she questioned hopefully, "Is it my Mother…?"

"Afraid not kid," she answered sympathetically, "And like I've said before, you're going to have to stay until she thinks you feel better."

"So I'm not being released…," Miss Kincaid deduced, staring sadly at the room before her.

"That's why I said visitors," the woman reminded grittily, "Come on, we have strict hours for these sorts of things. You don't want to keep them waiting."

The young teacher carefully stood up, her legs shaking at the notion, and she clumsily took the aid of the other woman. They slowly exited the confines of the room, the clouds now behind her as she was lead to a wheelchair. She gratefully and cautiously took the seat, the world now seeming rather busy.

"How do you feel?" the woman asked, reading into Miss Kincaid's tense behaviour, "Are you having a panic attack?"

"No," she replied, shaking her head, "Just… not used to the commotion."

Pushing the chair into motion, the woman nodded. "That's normal for other patients to do as well, don't worry."

Miss Kincaid merely grunted in reply.

"Well Hun, due to time restraints you won't be talking to these kids for very long," the woman sighed, pushing Miss Kincaid down a long hallway, "If only they hadn't come so late."

The young teacher's eyes widened as she peered over her shoulder. "K-kids…?" she stuttered weakly, "I… I don't think it's a good time… I suddenly don't feel so well."

"Nice try," the woman said, shaking her head, "These are good kids coming all the way out here just to see you, quite the cute couple as well."

Miss Kincaid sulked in the chair, the hallway leading into a rather large room. "They're also the reason why I'm here in the first place…," she muttered under her breath, regarding her surroundings once again.

Other patients were situated in the room as well; each individual sitting in front of a Plexiglas window, their visitor in the other area as they sat on opposite sides of a desk. Not having been in the room before, Miss Kincaid watched curiously as these people talked through phones with those that were free. Her clouds were no longer liberating.

"Well, here we are," the woman said, pushing her chair to a halt and pulling Miss Kincaid's attention to her visitors. "Have fun."

Her gaze met that of a navy haired boy's first, his eyes lighting up as he gestured for her to pick up the phone. And she did, shakily taking the receiver within her grasp and lifting it up to her ear. He quickly did the same, wearing a grin as he waved to her through the window.

"Miss Kincaid!" Tyson practically shouted, causing his companion to flinch at his volume, "Heh… sorry, Hil."

Rolling her eyes, the brunette seized the phone from his grasp. "How are you doing? Are you alright? We've been so worried about you."

And before she was even able to murmur an answer, Tyson had interrupted. "Of course she's not alright; she's in a loony-bin! By the way Miss Kincaid, why are you here anyways? You're not crazy."

Hearing his proclamation, people had stopped speaking, and those that were able to see him had shot dirty looks. Hilary somewhat slouched further in her seat, sending Tyson a glare as she again took a hold of the phone.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Kincaid," her female pupil apologized as Tyson seemed rather oblivious as to why. "Our main concern is if you're alright, did you get our cards?"

Their teacher turned confused, she softly questioned, "Did you send them here?"

"We sent them your Mom's way, we figured they would get to you faster," Tyson stated, leaning in Hilary's direction so that they both could speak.

Forcing a smile, Miss Kincaid replied, "Well I'm sure I'll get them some time then."

"Are you getting out soon, Miss Kincaid?" Hilary asked hopefully, "All of us really miss you."

"Yeah," Tyson agreed, "Plus it sort of feels like you're in jail, talking to you behind glass and all…." Pausing for a moment, he looked around the room before whispering, "You're not in jail, are you?"

Miss Kincaid stared at him skeptically, "No."

"Oh good, that's a relief. I thought I just insulted a room full of convicts," Tyson sighed.

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure when I get out," she stated sadly, ignoring the navy haired boy altogether, "But I won't be returning to the classroom…."

"You mean, right away…?" Hilary inquired.

Miss Kincaid paused, "I… don't know."

"You can't do this!" Tyson disagreed, "Miss Kincaid, you have to come back. You're our teacher."

"They have replacements…," she told him meekly.

"Actually…," Hilary spoke up reluctantly, "That's another reason why we're here… on behalf of the class, we have come across a problem."

The young woman gulped as she fidgeted within her seat. "And… what would that be… exactly?" she asked.

"It's about the test," Tyson simply stated, "Our sub has been trying to give us one on probability, but everyone has been refusing to do it. So, he went to the principal…."

"Oh…," Miss Kincaid frowned, her world suddenly falling apart further.

"Well, we explained we were having a… experiment of sorts that determined who had to write the test," Hilary continued, "But nobody knows who won."

"Do you see our problem?" Tyson questioned, "You never had the chance to crown the winner… we need to know who won."

Miss Kincaid shook her head slowly, licking her lips as they bared a smile. "I already announced who won."

The capped boy became puzzled, "What…? No you didn't. I would've remembered something like that."

"Do you kids remember what happened on the second day you were handcuffed?" Miss Kincaid sighed, both lowered their gazes in embarrassment, "You got wrapped around a pole and refused to move until the other did so themselves."

"Yeah," Tyson mumbled, "You said it was one of the most immature things you ever saw us do, and that nothing we could do would change that."

"The same thing happened on Friday," she stated.

"So… we lost," Tyson said defeated, sitting back in his chair with a scowl.

"You made real progress. You were there for each other, defending and protecting one another… I had never been more proud of you two," Miss Kincaid reminded, "And there's nothing you can do to change that."

The capped boy levelled his gaze with hers as he slowly sat back up within his chair. "You mean… we won?"

Smiling, she nodded, "You won, Tyson."

"Yes!" he shouted loudly, wrapping his arm around Hilary roughly before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Oh man, we did it! I knew we won; wait 'til those other guys hear about this…."

Laughing, Hilary pushed him away lightly. "Thank you, Miss Kincaid," she said, "I really hope you come back, you're a great teacher."

"I…," Miss Kincaid looked down to her lap in shame, "Don't know about that…."

"Miss Kincaid," Tyson said seriously, taking the phone fully away from the brunette beside him, "Take a vacation, go see your Mom… but please come back. We know we're not the best students and we sometimes can get into some trouble, but if this Math lesson taught me anything… it's that you believe in us."

Staring at him speechlessly now, she stammered through incoherent words as she searched for the right thing to say. Not finding anything, she nodded gently hoping it got her point across.

"We should really go, Miss Kincaid," Hilary told her with a frown, "It was nice seeing you."

The pair had stood up, Tyson holding the phone with one hand to his ear while the other took a hold of Hilary's. Smiling, he held up their interlinked fingers towards their teacher. "They may not be metal, but they do the job."

Miss Kincaid watched with a loose smile as he ended the call and led Hilary out of the room, waving until they were out of sight. She lowered the receiver from her ear, the dial tone dead as it rest in her hand.

"Seem like nice kids," the young teacher nearly jumped as the same Mother-like figure approached her again. Silently agreeing, Miss Kincaid hung up her phone and sat back in the wheelchair, ready to retreat to the sky.

A buzzing noise was then heard, and the older woman frowned as she revealed a beeper from her pocket.

"Looks like I'm going to have to run, Kincaid. Cray will bring you back to your room," the woman explained, waving someone over that she was unable to see before dashing off.

A young man a few years younger than her had soon appeared in front of her, adorning a large smile. "My name is Cray Zimmer, but you can call me Cray-Zee."

Giving him an odd look, he took a hold of her wheelchair and began to push her out of the room and into the hallway. She inquired, "Are you allowed to make jokes like that?"

Laughing weakly, he grimaced, "I suppose I shan't be using that one anymore."

"I don't recommend it."

"So… those kids you were talking to, you don't happen to be their teacher, do you?" Cray asked curiously, "Because I actually aspire to be one someday, this is just a part time job to pay for Teacher's College."

Miss Kincaid looked over her shoulder to see the young man again, he seemed rather proud of his statement as if it was the best idea in the world, thoughts of obedient students bowing politely as they greeted him, extending knowledge amongst generations.

"Do you have any advice?"

Behind her stood a young man, strong and determined. His eyes lit with a passion that told her this was what he wanted, it was his dream. And she had been him, had the same thoughts and wanted the same things. So she knew exactly what to say….

"Become a dentist."