Della's POV

I wake up in a daze.

Where am I? What happened?

My first thought is that I'm back in The Undergrounds, locked behind bars. But what I'm laying on is definitely softer than any floor I've slept on. After my eyes adjust to the dark, I realize there are other people in the room, actually laying on the floor. My heart races as I try to figure out what's going on. In the sliver of moonlight peaking through a single window, I squint at the white door across the room.

That door is mine. It has all of my bands on it. I'm home? But how? I look back down at the people on the floor, realizing it's my brother and two best friends. Is this a cruel dream? The last thing I remember, I was falling off of a building. There is no way this is real life.

The closest person to my bed is Jonas. He begins to shift, eventually waking himself up. By the time I've turned back over, he's already alert.

"Della? Are you awake?" His groggy voice makes me feel bad for keeping him up.

"Yes," I turn back over to face him. "Go back to sleep."

I can't make out his facial features in the dark. He shakes his head, his curls springing around with the movement. "I can't now that I know you're okay."

"What happened?" I ask.

Jonas sits up straight, "Mason saw you falling from the roof. He flew in and caught you. You fainted in his arms. Your mom said Steel Hawk pushed you." I freeze up at the mention of Steel Hawk. Jonas takes notice.

"Hey," He stands up and sits beside me on my bed. I feel a lump in my throat. I didn't defeat Steel Hawk. "It's all okay. Your mom injected the power disabler. Steel Hawk and the other villains were arrested. Della," Jonas grabs my hand gently, because I'm too stunned to look at him. He's still in his super suit. I'm still afraid this isn't real.

"It's all over now."

***

Jonas didn't get many words out of me in the few minutes we were both up last night. I vaguely remember laying my head back down on my pillow, feeling numb to the world around me. I wake up to find Ash and Mason aren't in my room anymore, but Jonas is wide awake in my bean bag chair.

"Hey sleepy head." Jonas beams from across the room as I make myself sit up. I've never been a crazy party person, and I've never had a single alcoholic drink. But I'm just guessing this is similar to what a hangover feels like.

"What time is it?" I ask, slurring my words as I roll out of bed. I let out a huge yawn.

Jonas chuckles, "Noon. But you did wake up around three am, so I told everyone to let you sleep in." Yet, Jonas himself did not sleep in.

I wipe some of the crust out of my eyes. Honestly, why should I be embarrassed about my looks around Jonas anymore? He's seen the worst of me and still sticks around.

"Well thanks for that, I needed the sleep. The only problem is, should I eat breakfast or lunch now?" I take a few steps towards the door, only to feel really lightheaded with the few steps I take. Jonas immediately stands to his feet, and rushes in to help me keep my balance. He places his right hand on my waist, steadying me. At his touch, I flinch.

"Sorry." He retracts his hand. I close my eyes, wishing I hadn't pushed him away.

He lets me walk downstairs on my own, but I reach out for his hand a few times for stability. I'm greeted by my parents, Ash, Mason, Uncle Travis, Aunt Jamie and Gavin in the kitchen. They're all gathered around, celebrating their success with a good, old fasioned barbeque, topped off with cake and ice cream.

I guess that settles it. I'm eating lunch.

"Look who finally joined her own party." Ash puts a red Solo cup of lemonade in my hand, as she continues to jam out to the music coming from the stereo. I laugh as I watch mom and dad join in on the fun by dancing with each other. It's just like our last celebration. Except, this time, I have confidence that we have a reason to celebrate.

I take a sip of my lemonade and look up at Jonas beside me. He's grinning like a fool, and I can't help but mirror his expression. He's right. It's all over now.

***

Spending a day at the beach was the last thing I wanted to do. Getting sand all over me, feeling sunburned, getting salt water in my hair. It didn't appeal to me when Jonas told me to pack my bathing suit for a day at the beach. I want another day of sleeping in until noon.

"I want to sleep for a few centuries. Don't make me leave the house." I whine like a five-year-old. Ash is in my room too, digging through my dresser to find a bathing suit since I won't pick one out for myself.

"Come on," Jonas walks over to my bed and scoops me up, against my will. "You need this. What is it you used to say? Seas the day?" He laughs at his own joke.

I shake my head.

"I would never make such a terrible pun."

Nonetheless, here I am, sitting on a beach in a purple bikini. I'm roasting like a marshmellow.

Jonas tosses a football back and forth with Mason as Ash and I sunbathe. That is, until Mason and Jonas decide to pour buckets of cold ocean water on us out of nowhere. Ash hollers at Mason, only to jump out of her yellow beach chair and chase after him. It was probably the response he was looking for.

I, on the other hand, slowly lower my sunglasses and glare at Jonas, who is eagerly waiting for my reaction. He grips onto his blue bucket in anticipation, wondering if he should run like Mason. I shrug it off, though. "You're lucky I'm not a speedster anymore."

Jonas drops the bucket to his side, disappointed. Wet sand splatters onto his bright blue swim trunks. "You're not mad?"

I slide my sunglasses back up, smirking all the while. "Oh, you're not getting off the hook. Watch your back, Coleman." With that, I go back to tanning, leaving Jonas to storm off.

If he pours a bucket of sand on me I'm going to strangle him.

I allow about five minutes to pass before I grab the bucket Jonas left at my feet and sneak down to the water, filling up the bucket. Ash has the two of them distracted trying to learn to skim board. I laugh as I watch Jonas fail to show off and land on his back.

Running over to them with a full bucket of water is more difficult than I expected. Water keeps sloshing out and sliding down my legs. Jonas is still sitting on the sand, apparently giving up on the skim boarding at the moment. I seize the opportunity to dump the water on top of his head and hear him gasp as it makes contact. He jumps up in a matter of seconds and throws me over his shoulder before I even have time to poke fun.

"Put me down!" I exclaim between fits of laughter.

"Nope, no can do." He walks down the beach a little ways from Ash and Mason, making me anxious with every step.

"Jonas-" I warn.

"Calm down, I'm just going to throw you."

My eyes widen, "What?!" And then I'm emerged in the water. I swim around for a minute, trying to enjoy the very thing I didn't want to do.

Saltwater is known to heal cuts and wounds. I remember when I was little, I always hated the stinging sensation of the salty water splashing over a cut. Now, I embrace the ocean's healing ability, because my whole body is beat up like you wouldn't believe. While it might not heal bruises, I feel a sense of peace down here.

Jonas jumps in, tackling me under the water. If my eyes weren't closed, I'd roll them. Instead, I pop up and meet Jonas face to face.

"I see you got your revenge." Jonas smiles at me as he pulls me by the waist to make me come closer.

I grin as I look up into his crystal blue eyes, "Like you didn't want me to come chasing after you." He lets out a hoot, letting go of my waist as he floats on his back.

I wish I could be as relaxed as Jonas. I wish I could find peace in everyday little things. Maybe that's why Jonas and I compliment each other so well. That's why I need him in my life - it's the perfect balance. There's something comforting in the way that he's the complete opposite of me.

The words spill out before I can think of how to arrange my thoughts. "We need to talk about us."

Jonas shakes his head, trying to get water out of his ear. "Yeah, we do need to clear some things up."

I know what he's referring to, and I automatically chime in. "Yes, Owen and I kissed. He forced it on me, though. That's when I decided to leave him."

"But did you like him?" Jonas squints at the sun behind me.

I have to be completely honest with him. He can't always read my thoughts, there has to be trust between us. "Maybe a smidge after we got in our fight, but I didn't want it to go anywhere. I'm really, really sorry." This is where I lose him. Jonas, the most amazing guy I have ever met, will leave me, and rightfully so.

To my surprise, Jonas closes the gap between us and holds me tight against his chest. "You're not going to lose me. I won't leave that easy." He gently kisses the top of my head. A minute of silence passes between us. We've spent almost the entire summer apart from each other, and it feels like I can't hold on tight enough.

"I'm scared of what comes next." I confess. I'm not talking about us anymore. "I don't have powers. What do I do now?"

Jonas squeezes me tighter, "I don't know, but I'll be here to help you figure it out. One thing I do know is Della Abram doesn't need super powers to be super."

Cheesy, but sweet.

"You do remember creating the storm the other day, right?" He asks, but I have no memory of what happened after I fell off the roof. Mason did say I had hit my head.

"No, I didn't know I had any more power in me to do that." I admit I'm in shock.

I feel him kiss the top of my head. "You didn't. Truth be told, you probably still have some of the super powers in you. It's in your genes, Della. You're so much stronger than you think you are."

He pulls away from our hug, and brushes his hand down my face. 

He leans in to kiss me, and I feel all the butterflies in the world gather in my stomach. "I love you, Jonas." He chuckles as he cups both of his hands around my face. His lips are inches from meeting my own.

"I love you too, Della." His lips crash down on mine.

In that moment, I find peace in knowing that I'm going to be okay. Jonas' piercing blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and I know I find home in his eyes alone. This is the boy I will always come running back to. Things didn't turn out like I planned, but that's life.

I don't know what the rest of my days look like. I do know that I'm going to slow down and enjoy them. This isn't the end of my story. Powers or no powers, I'm still in the game.

Afterall, a hero's job is never done.

A/N
It's... done?
How? When?
WHY??
I'm actually almost crying because the epilogue is the last part of this story and then it's all bonus chapters. This is the last real chapter and I'm really in my feels oh my GOSH.

I just need to say thank you for dealing with all of my spastic updates and lack of updates when I was busy traveling and dealing with school stuff. You've all been tremendously patient and supportive. Thank you.

Thanks for reading!
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