A/N: Have I mentioned that I'm not a fan of Journey's End? Had a hard time naming this one.
It's not a fairytale kiss. It's not a kiss of want or purity or true love. It's a kiss of need. Because he's a patchwork man, lost without place or purpose now that crisis has passed, and she's a weary traveler tired of struggling, hardly even human anymore. He's there, and she's there, and they're both broken beyond repair, clutching desperately to the shadow of something that once made them better. It's not what they want, but they were both reborn into battle, and even before that, their life was never straightforward. They knew they'd never get 'happily ever after.'