Author's Note: Okay, so, my first Revenge Fanfiction didn't really get a lot of love, or at least, a lot of reviews, favorites, or follows, so maybe it is dumb of me to write another, but, what can I say, I am a huge Revenge fan. The only reason it took me so long to write one was because I did not feel I had the characters down enough. This is a Jemily fanfiction because I love them, and they belong together despite what anybody says, and after that Finale, we totally need more fanfictions for them. I mean, we've always needed more, but especially now. I want the show to come back tomorrow. Anybody with me on that?

I hope you like this story, but whether you do or you don't, please, please review and let me know what you think.

Have a good day, and enjoy.

'Til Death Parts and Reunites

Prologue

"And do you, Emily Thorne, take Daniel Grayson to be your lawfully wedded husband," Emily's eyes shone with utter and complete joy as she smiled at Daniel. She looked every inch the part of the in love bride, but a few in the crowd knew better, none better than one was Jack Porter. Emily could feel his stare. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him standing there, and she felt her heart break for the both of them, and for everything that had led to this moment. She wanted to look at him, to let her eyes tell him what she needed him to know, but she knew she couldn't, not as long as Daniel was looking. "-as long as you both shall live?" Daniel smiled at her, the love so plain in his eyes. She returned his smile, but she was unable to hold the tears back. She prayed he would see them as tears of joy. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a noise rang out. It was unmistakable, as was the destruction it implied, and the fear it elicited. Emily turned, looking for certain faces in the crowd, needing to know they were safe from the blast. Fear causes chaos, and hard as she tried, all Emily could see was running, and all she could hear was screaming. She felt somebody grab her hand to pull her to safety, but she pushed them off, heading into the throng.

Three Months Earlier

"Jack don't do it!" she called, pushing the door open.

"Emily, go away. This has nothing to do with you." she could see the anger in his eyes. It had been building for months now, and Declan had been the last straw.

"It has everything to do with me." Emily said through tears. After everything she had been through, every challenge she had faced, every time she had come within inches of death, she never remembered being this scared. She could lose Jack. Looking at him, seeing that familiar rage, the rage she herself recognized and welcomed as an old friend, she knew she could lose him in every possible way. She never should have let it get this far. "If I'd only left you alone from the beginning, none of this would be happening." She said, stepping in front of him, hoping to calm him. "Don't throw your life away because of the choices that I've made."

"What choices? What are you talking about?"

Looking at him, she saw that boy from the beach, the man who played with Sammy, the man who she had kissed over Sammy's dead body. Every side of Jack, all his potential, all of his love and trust and compassion. It was all still in him. The boy, the man she had loved was still there. He was not lost yet, not for good. He could still be saved. He could still be reminded that he was a good man with a good heart. He could be reminded that he was stronger than this. But, looking at him, she also saw another person. She saw herself, New Years Eve, 2002. She saw the anger, the bitter hatred, the thirst for revenge. She saw the person who had lost everything. She saw the person who was forgetting how to love, the person who was forgetting how to see the good. She saw everything she had tried to keep him from, everything she had never wanted him to feel. Every secret she had kept from him, every time she had pushed him away, it was to keep him from every coming here, to this place. It was a place of anger and hopelessness. It was a place she knew all too well, the place you went when you had nothing left to lose. And now, after everything, after every lie, she knew. There was only one thing that was going to get him to put that gun down.

"Jack, look at me." she said. And he did. Since the moment she had returned to The Hamptons, Emily had put up a mask. She had been hiding her true self. When she had first seen Jack again, she had willed every fiber of her being to retreat deep inside, to not let him see. Now, she was doing the opposite. She was taking the mask down. She was crying, real, honest tears. She was letting Amanda show, every part of her that she had learned to hide so well. She had spent so much time hiding, and now, all of her energy was going into willing Jack to see. "Deep down inside you've always known the truth." His eyes were on hers. Somebody once told Emily that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and she needed that to be true. She thought of every tear, and every smile, every moment that the carefree boy had looked into the young Amanda Clarke's eyes. And she willed it, with everything she had. Every ounce of her, her heart, her soul, her mind, everything was screaming it out. Because he did know, deep down, that much she knew, but she had to let him see it, and he had to be ready, and willing to believe it. And she hoped, and prayed, and willed it to happen. Please, Jack. Please, see me. See what you have always known. The tears started to form in his eyes, and she knew then, she knew he saw it. Even if he didn't want to, even if he was confused, he could see it. He looked at her tears, and her eyes, and he knew. He needed only for her to confirm it now, and she didn't hesitate, no matter how hard her heart was hammering in her chest. "I'm Amanda Clarke."