Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed these characters for a little while.
Author's Note: Set within hours of the Season 4 Finale.
Bernice Waverley unlocked her front door and stepped into the house. She could see lights were still on as she placed her handbag on the hall table.
Unravelling her decorative scarf, she headed for its source. Seeing a familiar form in the lounge room, she spoke. "Rhys?"
"Ssh," ordered her nephew.
Bemused, the Commander rounded the couch and was surprised at the sight: Kingston was sleeping, her head on Rhys' chest. She could also see that his arm was holding her close.
What was this? A thousand things went through Waverley's mind then as her grip tightened on her neckwear.
Sparing a glance at her sister's boy – man, really – and then thinking of her comments of sacrifice at the Women in Blue function, she made a snap decision that she would no doubt pick apart later.
"You know what?" she declared, gesturing between the couple on the couch. "I didn't see this."
She turned away, pausing a moment in the doorway. "She's not staying for breakfast though," the woman warned.
"Yes Aunty Bernice," said Rhys dutifully, the smallest of smiles on his lips.
Allie mumbled in her sleep as Waverley left the room. Rhys automatically pressed a kiss to her hair before reaching for the remote to put the late night news on mute.
Meanwhile in her bedroom, Commander Bernice Waverley sank down onto the edge of her bed, tears falling down her cheeks as she remembered...
Finito.