It takes a few days, but I'm finally able to go home. They doctors had kept me there and checked up on me every other hour or so to make sure I was OK. They ran basic tests on me every day too. And Francis and Gil visited every day from when visiting hours started and left when they were forced to at the end of the hours.

That Saturday, at about eleven in the morning, I'm finally released from the hospital. I'm a little unsteady at first, but Gil helps me steady myself. We start to head to the entrance, having gotten the prescription for my medicine. Gil tells me how they had gotten lost in here so many times; they practically knew where everything was. That doesn't assure me as much as Gil probably hoped it did.

We managed to get out of the hospital quickly enough and into the parking lot. I look up at Francis.

"Do you remember where you parked?" I softly ask him.

He thinks for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I believe I remember."

"Good." We follow Francis around the parking lot for a little while before stopping at his car.

" 'Ere we are."

We all get into the car with Francis in the front and me and Gil in the back. Francis starts the car and soon enough, we're driving down the highway again. I lean against Gil and he holds me close.

I look out the window as we drive. There's not too much to see though, just a bunch of trees and some sound barriers.

"Birdie?" Gil asks after about a half hour or so.

I look over at him. "Yeah?"

"Do you think you're going to be OK?"

I think for a moment before slowly nodding. "I hope so."

"You hope so, but you don't know."

I look down as he holds me and nod a little. "Yeah. The last time this was 'fixed' I had nightmares that life was going to get worse."

Gil gently rubs my arm. "I'll make sure nothing hurts you ever again."

"I know." I gently take his hand and hold it close. He kisses my cheek and smiles at me. I softly smile back at him. Even though I'm worried something bad will happen, I feel almost all relaxed. I hold his hand a bit tighter and Gil looks at me.

"Is something wrong?" he worriedly asks.

I shake my head. "No. Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Gil."

He nods and holds me closer. "Alright."

I nod and let my mind wander. Normally, I'm scared to do this, but I need to see if it worked. If I don't have to worry anymore. For the rest of the ride home, I'm lost in thought as I look out the window. My mind is basically blank the whole time, but I like it. My mind isn't busy with worries or anything. And the best thing is I only hear my own voice. I don't realize how relaxed I really am though until I feel someone shaking me.

"Birdie, come on, wake up. We're home."

I slowly open my eyes, not even realizing I had fallen asleep. Gil's looking at me with a small smile.

"Did you have a good nap?" he asks.

"Yeah, I did." I softly tell him with a smile. Then I look around and realize Francis isn't there. "Where's Francis go?"

"He went inside already to tell your dad and brother the good news. Come on, let's not keep them waiting."

I slowly nod with a small smile. "Ok."

Gil smiles and gets out of the car, holding the door open for me. I get out of the car and softly thank him. He takes my hand and leads me up to the front door. I hesitate a little though.

"Hey, it'll be alright. Don't worry." Gil assures me. I nod and open the door a little slowly.

Nothing happens at first as we step inside and walk down the hall. As soon as we make it to the kitchen, though, I'm nearly thrown to the floor when Al tackles me into a hug. He starts talking, but his voice is muffled against my shirt and he's talking too fast for me to be able to understand a word he's saying.

"Alfred, slow down. I don't understand you. And…and I think you're starting to crush me."

"Sorry, bro." Al stands up and gets off me, offering me a hand up. I gently take it and stand up. Gil wraps an arm around me protectively.

"Are you OK?" Gil asks.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Al tells me.

"It's alright." I smile softly.

"Dude, you really can smile!"

I nod a little. "Of course I can smile."

"It's just been so long since anyone's seen you smile."

"I know."

"Well, I hear you're coming back to school. Along with Gilbert."

"Yeah, it'll be like-"

"Normal people." Al interrupts. "Yeah, it will be."

"And I'll protect you from any bullies." Gil tells me, kissing my cheek. I blush softly but smile.

Francis comes in from the other room with a smile.

"Your dad says zhat 'e is elated zhat you are back. 'E iz even getting off early and asked zhat I make your favorite for dinner."

I look down a bit, lightly blushing. "You don't have to do that, it's alright. Really."

" 'E insisted zhat I do. And anyway, eet iz no problem." He gently ruffles my hair a little and gets to cooking. Alfred goes to the living room and Gil and I follow him. We sit down on the sofa and Gil pulls me into his lap.

"Everything is going to be so much better now." Al tells us happily as he turns on the TV.

I nod. "I know."

"Oh, so you know now?" Gil asks me with a smile.


"How do you know now?"

"When I was asleep, I didn't even know I was. I always know when I'm sleeping because I always have nightmares. Even after the first time, I had nightmares. But I didn't this time. None of the days I was there. And I haven't heard him since the last time he talked. So…I'm sure that everything is going to be OK."

"See? I kept telling you that, didn't I?" Al asks happily.


"Though, I guess I'll have to get used to seeing Gil around though. And people at school are going to know about this, you know that, right?"

"Don't worry." Gil tells him. "No one will dare even think about hurting my Birdie in anyway when I have something to say about it."

"And why is that?" Al asks.

"Because with my awesomeness plus Birdie's awesomeness together, the awesomeness level will be too much for anyone to handle. They won't be able to do anything to hurt anyone that is part of this extreme awesomeness that is us."

Al stares for a minute before saying, "Well, it looks like someone's full of himself."

"You can be too sometimes." I softly tell him.

"I'm not too full of myself. Heroes aren't full of themselves." Alfred crosses his arms and pouts slightly.

"Do you always call yourself a hero?" Gil asks.

"It's only because it's true!"

I smile softly, leaning against Gil as they both argue. It doesn't bother me and it seems familiar somehow. It seems like a family. And it becomes all too real for me then that this comfortable family feeling actually will be how the rest of my life is…

And in reality, it is. My life has its minor complications just like everyone else's, but it's nothing Earth- shattering. I go to a good college and it's the same one as Gil. I wasn't bullied again since getting back to school. And after graduating from college, Gil and I got married. We live together with two adopted children of our own. We all live peacefully and happily together in a nice little house in Canada…


((Small A/N: sorry if the ending isn't all too good, I'm still working on how to end things….))