Well, here it is. the last chapter to my not-so-great story. As of right now, i finished of with twenty-seven reviews, which far exceeds my original goal of ten. you guys are the best! Thanks to every single one of you guys who reviewed: Writey Starkid, (still don't understand the name) Shnizel, TheBreeze28487, BHall1701, Kukipye, and all the guests who i can't name. Special thanks to the one guest who gave me the idea for this chapter.

It's relatively short (868 words)— but that's mainly because I cannot, for the life of me, write good fluff, and that's all this chapter was suppose to be. So forgive me, bear with it, and enjoy the last chapter.


"Did we ever find Dekker?" Raven asked, sinking into the chair opposite to Nero's, on the other side of the desk. The bullet Dekker had shot into her thigh was still sore, but a lot less after medical attention and a good nights sleep.

"I'm afraid not," Nero grimaced. "The impact would have killed her, and then the sharks would have eaten her."

"Pity." Ravens eyes flashed. "I had something slower and more painful planned out for her."

"I believe we all did, Natalya," Nero agreed. "Unfortunately, Dekker had no soul, so it would be quite impossible to bring her back to life."

"We can do that?" Raven asked, shocked. She knew H.I.V.E had some high-end technology, but bringing people back to life seemed a bit out of their league. Nero didn't answer, just looked at her with a glint of humor in his eyes.

"Thank you again for rescuing me, Natalya," Nero said. "I owe you my life. Again."

"It wasn't just me," Raven said modestly. "The students helped a lot. Otto sacrificed his life for us. Well, he was willing to."

"I', still shocked he managed to survive," Nero smiled. "Actually, no, I'm not. The boy is far too stubborn to die."

"Agreed," Raven nodded. "Anyway, I should be going. Enemies to kill, people to intimidate, students to set in line."

"Right back to work, then," Nero smiled. "And Natalya…" they held eye contact. "Good luck."

It wasn't what she was hoping to hear, but as they stared into each other's eyes, blue into brown, an unspoken message seemed to pass through, something they both knew deep down, but were too scared to admit on the surface.

Wing's foot smashed against the punching bag. Next came three quick fists, followed by another roundhouse kick that sent the bag flying. He was raised not to show emotions, but now they were breaking through the surface. He had almost let his friend die, and he had been helpless to stop it.

"Hey," came a soft voice from behind him. "I though I might find you here." Wing spun around to find Shelby standing a few feet away, smiling softly.

"Oh," he said. "Hello."

"Did the punching bag insult your family?" Shelby asked. "You looked like you were trying to kill it."

"No—yes—no," Wing stuttered. Very unlike him. He had trouble putting his emotions in words. "I feel like Otto would have died, and I did nothing."

Shelby took his hand and leaned closer. "Don't you dare die," she told him. "I care too much about you. I wouldn't be able to be happy without you."

"It does not change the fact that I almost let Otto die," he said. Shelby looked at him for a second.

"But he didn't die," she said. "So what's the point in worrying about it if it didn't happen?"

Wing was going to answer, but Shelby cut him off by kissing him. He froze, before responding, happily wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

"I'm glad you're here, Wing," Shelby whispered when they pulled apart, resting her forehead on his.

"Me too, Shelby," Wing said. "I'm glad I have you."'

"Hi," Otto said, sitting down in the chair opposite to Laura in the accommodation block. She had a far away look on his face.

"Oh," she said, jumping slightly. "Hey."

"What are you thinking about?" Otto asked, concerned.

"You almost died," Laura said, meeting his eyes. "You were prepared to kill yourself to save an A.I. Why?"

"Partly because H.I.V.E needs him," Otto told her, breaking eyes contact before he said the next part. "And partly because you like him so much." His cheeks flushed red when he said this.

"You honestly thought I cared more about an A.I then I did about you?" Laura asked. Otto shrugged.

"Partially," he nodded. "But also because I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I just wanted to protect you guys from Dekker."

"So you killed yourself to save us," Laura concluded. Otto nodded, embarrassed. Laura stood up and slid into the seat next to him. She took his hand and kissed him. Every thought fled from his mind when their lips touched. It felt so right, so perfect.

"Otto Malpense, that is the single dumbest, heroic and sweetest thing I have ever heard of anyone doing," Laura said, pulling away from him.

"I should have told you the first day I met you," Otto said, still holding her hands, knowing people were probably staring at them but not caring at all. "I think about all the times I've almost died, all the times you've almost died… it was dumb of me not to tell you."

"But we're still alive," Laura said. "And now I do know."

"Good," Otto smiled, looking straight into her eyes. "What were you thinking when you saw me fall in the Shroud?" he asked. Laura pursed her lips.

"I was thinking…. I never got to tell you that loved you back," she said after a long pause. Otto's smile grew.

"Well, I'm still alive," he said. "So now you have your chance." Laura chuckled slightly.

"Otto Malpense, I love you," she said, leaning forwards to kiss him again.

And that, readers and reviewers, brings the story to an end. I have another fanfic planned, but it's not about H.I.V.E, so i probably wont have any H.I.V.E related stuff up for a while. Sorry!

This story did a lot better and was a lot longer than i originally planned. Thank you guys for sticking with me that whole time.

I would ask you guys to review, but it's over now, so no need. Thank you everyone who read it. You guys are the best.