A/N: Okay, so this last part to the series is actually going to be normal! Yay! I was confusing myself as I re-read the different parts, but now I'm refreshed. The other parts will continue to be updated, but this final part will be completely in the present. In the first chapter there isn't really anything that needs to be explained more. So this will be the last part and I'll try to keep updating. I'm just about done with another oneshot, and then l8r im gonna try to do a few updates for rekindled, i havn't updated in a while! I'll get around to undying soon, i hope. but, until then, I'd still love ideas for more oneshots!

thx --BookCaseGirl

He stopped in front of the house, and sat in his car, gazing up at the lit windows on the second floor. Being as it was only five o'clock in the morning, it was still dark out, and lights were on in the home. He wondered if what he had done was a mistake. If Kris had moved in a house such as this, then what if she had married? What if he rang the doorbell, and the person that answered was her husband? What if she had children?

Junior stopped himself and told himself to just go up there. He needed to know that she was okay, that she was doing well, that she... He just needed to see her, to talk to her. He gently, quietly, opened the door of his Nissan, and then locked it with his keys before going up to the front door of the house.

He stood on the porch for a moment, looking around at his surroundings. There were trees everywhere, as if Kris were trying to keep people out, to keep herself isolated. Finally, he gently knocked on the door. He heard footsteps rush to the door, and he stood there, bouncing on his toes anxiously. The door opened slowly and what met his eyes astonished him.

She couldn't believe it. She was sure she was dreaming, that this wasn't real. For those first few years she had thought and thought about this very moment, but then she'd stopped. Now it seemed that it was really happening, and all she could do was stand there, unblinking. He looked different, taller even. Though she had thought it impossible, she still felt that spark of connection and love when she saw him there, on her doorstep.

She looked so different. She looked as if she'd gained weight, making her a little more plump, but even more beautiful. Her hair had been cut in a short bob, bouncing under her chin. She looked tired, run-down. As if she hadn't slept in weeks, months even. Junior resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, to caress every part of her, to let her know just how much he still cared about her. He looked up into her eyes and he saw tears begin to sparkle around the rims. He gave her a sad look and she reached in and embraced him in a hug.

She just couldn't help it. After all these years, she longed to feel his arms around her again. It didn't feel the same though. He had changed. She wasn't sure how, yet, but somehow he had changed. His hug was different, a little more reluctant. But then, after they'd held on to each other a little longer, his arms wrapped around her middle firmly, and as she tried to pull away, he wouldn't let her. It reminded her of when Tim had tried to be away from her for the first time. He'd done the exact same thing, he hadn't let go.

He buried his head into her neck and breathed her smell in. She no longer smelled like strawberries and orchids. Her smell had changed. It smelled like dove soap and some kind of flowery shampoo. When she tried to pull away, he wouldn't let her. He knew they'd been standing there for an ungodly amount of time, but they needed to make up for those eight years. Those eight years when they hadn't been able to touch each other, hold each other. Finally he loosened his grip a little, but still held on.

When Junior let go a little, Kris tried to pull away again, and this time he let her. Wordlessly, she pulled the door shut behind her and stepped out onto the porch. She led him to her small Honda CR-V and he followed her lead, getting in on the passenger side as she got in on the driver's side. He wasn't sure what they were doing, but at this point, all he wanted was to be with her. All he wanted was to kiss her, hold her, make love to her. Even though the first and last things would most likely need to wait a while, he still wanted them. He needed her. He realized that now. The emptiness he had been feeling for the past 8 years had filled up the moment that he'd seen her in the doorway of the house. He was never leaving her again. He would do anything to make her love him again, because it was her, and it would always be her. She was the one that made him complete, that filled all the voids in his existence. Kris made Junior feel like a person, not like the shell of himself he'd been these last years. For the first time since that wonderful night when he had made love to her for the last time, he felt happy. He felt like himself.