Frost And Flame

Chapter 32 (Final Chapter)

Oh fuck its so cold. I open my eyes to a familiar scene, I'm facing a wall on a helicopter. I assume so, at least. Since I can hear a helicopter and I am lying on my side, facing a wall. I shuffle and realize I'm in a blanket. Oh, right. I turn and sit up to see a welcome sight. Jenny is sitting across from me on a tablet, watching some streamer playing overwatch. Slate is sitting at a military-esc computer and is typing in something he is reading off of a tablet like Jennies. Several other people are around me in blankets and oversized jackets, some awake and some asleep. Everyone is mostly silent.

"Well it took you long enough, dickhead" I announce my presence and Slate closes his eyes with a sigh before shutting his laptop.

"You're welcome Frank. Glad to have you back." He says deadpan. Bitch? You let me get kidnapped?

"Ok first of all, rude. Secondly, how much do you guys get paid in overtime because I'm counting ALL of that as on the clock" I continue. Jenny cracks the slightest grin but doesn't even look up.

"Don't worry, we took care of your entire debt for you" Slate says, again deadpan. I should hope so, I mean we killed them right? That's kind of a side effect at this point.

"Can we get McDonalds? I have not had anything semi decent in days and while Wendy's its top tier I just feel like a shitty big mac and a 20 piece McNugget" I say, sitting up straighter and stretching my back. Slate scoffs and goes back to his stupid computer. ExCUSE me? I am starving here.

"I've got beef jerky" Says a little kid next to me. Oh. Now I feel bad for my ever so slight mild profanity before. I recognize him as the one with a diamond hand and gladly except half of his jack links jerky. This kid gets me.

"That fucking bastard! He tried to kill me!" Yells a man as he shoots up from an inconspicuous pile of blankets.

"YOU! You tried to kill ME!" I yell back as I recognize him. This fuckin shithead with those stupid beads in his hair. He has blood-soaked bandages around his otherwise bare torso and he turns to look at me, holding both hands up giving me the double bird.

"Its not my fault you got caught. You're welcome for being alive." He says, although I think it IS his fault I was caught??? Also why does everyone keep asking me to be thankful for almost getting me killed? I did not go through all that just for some bitch in a trenchcoat to try to gaslight me. But the fact that I am even able to speak back does wonders for me. I... I am actually free. I let the stupid bitch off the hook so I could lean back against the surprisingly warm wall of the helicopter. I never have to see him again. I never have to do this again. I am finally done. I'm free.

~5 weeks later~

We watch frank as he leaves the hospital, jumping in the air and clicking his heels before landing less than gracefully and walking away into the afternoon that awaits him. The hospital gave him a clear bill of health, or as clear as it could be. His arm is in a sling and he just might need some medication to avoid severe mental problems in the not-so-distant future. But he will be fine. Far better than most who got that close to Silver, like Jake who may remain in the hospital for another two weeks.

"Should we tell him?" Asks Jenny. I don't even have to ask what she means. We have dredged the entire base but Silvers body was nowhere to be found. Logically, that means his body is just not easy to locate currently. But everyone has it, that sneaking suspicion that he isn't really gone. That it isn't really over.

"Let him have this. We'll just keep an eye on him. Besides, someone like Frank can't sit out of this kind of life forever. Even if it weren't Silver, there is always someone out there to stop. Injustice to correct." I say with a shake of my head.

"Wow. That was corny. Do you need a checkup too?" She jokes with a playful punch to my forearm. I insist I do not need medical care and that she is not acting rationally, to which she just chuckles.

"We'll tell him. It's only fair. But I think he deserves a day of just being free. For once." I continue.

"I don't disagree." She says as we watch him jaywalk across a busy street and nearly get beamed by a 2008 PT cruiser. The woman driving honks at frank who yells back at her in return before he disappears behind a small vendor. This is not the last I will see of Frank Fahrenheit. 

A/N Y'all are welcome. I was going to have everyone die in the ice tunnel bit but thought why not give a happy ending? I think this is the first fic I wrote that doesnt end in at least one major character dying so pog? 

Thank you SO much for reading. I know 90% of this fics popularity came from being the first FFH fic, or at least the first on wattpad. SO to those who stuck around this long, thanks. Your comments gave me life. Sorry updates have been slow but it officially over. Will I continue this? no. But will I write another one? Maybe. We'll see.

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