To All

This was meant to be a Christmas present for you all, but my family and I reached our internet bandwidth on the 20th, so we haven't had internet access since then until our renewal yesterday. Sorry!

This is dedicated to everyone who has read, and is reading Witch-Bitch/Witch-Femme, and waits patiently, and impatiently, for me to update. It's a futurefic between Becky and her guy. ;) try and guess :))

To: anime-obsessedP , Raven Monarch , Icy , Luna-Chan-Psychodynamic , FalconDance , Lara Lee , xtremediva13 , Yours Truly – T-chan , Dranz , nay,love , Clare , SugaDiamond , Lamanth , lilmonkeychan , xXxLuna-the-chosenxXx , Sly-Minx , EmZb123

I love you all and thanks for being there! Happy Yule and Christmas or late Christmas, I have no idea when this will be uploaded.

Enjoy!

Seven years in the future…

"Becky! I'm home!"

I think it was inevitable that we would move in together. After all we've been through, I would've been shocked if we hadn't. high school, university, age… it didn't really matter to us. We kinda just fit. Connected is the better word. ;) but honestly, what else could I update myself on?

"where are you? I deserve some love after that search you sent me on!"

And as I just look at his ring, the one that I keep almost permanently on a chain round my neck because of my art courses, I wonder what it could stand for. I mean the future. I think back on the conversations I had with mom about love, always referring to Johnny Depp and his wife/girlfriend/lover/soul mate. They don't need the ceremony, they're enough for each-other. But I get ahead of myself.

"I seriously hope you're not stuck in music mode, you brat!" he growled, and then chuckled.

he's totally changed. And so have I. I think. I hope. Sigh. I'm not afraid anymore. I don't have blackouts. I'm pretty healthy, my body and mind at any rate. But it still worries me, this… bond I have with him. sometimes it doesn't feel right. Sometimes I feel as if I don't belong with him, that I'm somehow taking someone else's place. But he corrects me too often, and then I feel the blood rush to my cheeks because of my doubts.

"ha! found you!" he paused. "hello?" he called teasingly.

I'm holding it now, between my fingers, and just letting the light catch. I don't really have anything more to say, unless I want to practise my writing skills and think up synonyms. Gods, you're such an idiot Rebecca. You can say it a million times, repeat it to infinity and its negative if you want to. Words that you say without doubt when you see his smile.

He pulled her headphones free from behind, making her jump and squeak at the same time. She turned around and smacked him on the shoulder.

"freaking hell, you don't have to scare me like that!" she exclaimed angrily. He looked at her sheepishly, his hair flopping over his eyes. Becky sighed and tucked them behind his ears. He grinned.

"I'm forgiven!" he said in a mocking tone, then pulled her tight into a bear hug.

"can't breathe!" she teased back, but held on just as tight. "now why do you deserve love? All I sent you out for was lamb and bread." He pulled back and looked her straight in the eyes.

"yes…" he said slowly, and then reached behind his back and pulled out a bouquet of roses. He handed them to her and she took them with her eyes tearing up.

"gods, you really… why are you so- right?"

"now that's a question I can answer." He leaned over the flowers and touched her lips gently with his own.

"I love you."

The end.