Okay. Last part of this story. Someone suggested I write more about them living forever. And I'm considering it. But idk yet. Again, thanks for all the great reviews! I'm working on the next part of "From the Beginning". It's a coming'! Review please!!!!!!

Part 3

"Chuck! Chuck!"

The Dead Girl awoke with a start; sleep still blurring her eyes as she stared at a panicked Ned. "What?" she asked looking at the empty bed besides her, "Where's Olive?"

"That's the thing," Ned said distressed. Chuck's heart leaped into her throat and her mouth became suddenly dry. "What's wrong?" she choked out.

"She came to me early. Before you were awake. So it would be over before you knew," Ned began slowly, sitting on the bed, "And…Chuck…she won't wake up."

It was apparent the Pie Maker was holding back his own emotions as he looked at Chuck. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I can't wake her up. She's dead. Forever."

Chuck's heart broke into two, and she curled her knees to her chest. "No," she said quietly.

"Chuck, I'm sorr-"

"No," Chuck said getting out of the bed, "It's not true." She stepped dangerously close to Ned who tried to keep a distance from her. "Don't get too close," he said to Chuck.

"She can't be dead," Chuck said tears rising in her eyes, "She can't. I didn't get to say goodbye. Try again. Touch her again."

"I tried everything-"

"No! There has to be something else! Try again!"

"Chuck, she's not waking up."

"No!" Chuck screamed as she began pacing the floor, holding her head in her hands, "I can't do this. I can't live without her."

"Yes, you can. It'll just take some time-"

"I can't! I can't live if she's dead!" The anger and sadness pulsed through Chuck's veins all at once. How could Olive go on with it without waking her? Why didn't she say goodbye? She knew there was only one thing she could do. She would touch Ned. She would touch Ned and this would all go away. She could be with Olive.

Walking up to the Pie Maker, she touched his face without warning, waiting for it to go black. But there was no such thing. Both looked shocked, staring at her hand on his flesh. Chuck should have been dead, but she wasn't. Olive should be alive and she wasn't.

Anger bubbled in Chuck's veins and she began pounding on Ned's chest, "What's wrong with you?" she screamed at him, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't I dead? Why isn't she alive?"

Ned didn't even bother to stop her as she pounded on him, he just stared blankly ahead. "Why aren't you stopping me?" Chuck made to slap at his face, but right before her hand touched his skin, she awoke with a start.

Her breathing was heavy and the sheets were soaked in her sweat. She feared her heart would pound out of her chest. Frantically, she grabbed for the bed next to her, expecting to find Olive, but grasped only sheets.

"Olive?" she said sitting bolt right in the bed, letting the sheets fall of her naked chest. She looked around their bedroom and saw no signs of the blonde. "Olive!" she said clambering to get out of bed, but her feet got tangled in the sheets and she fell towards the floor, only to have Olive catch her.

"Honey, what are you doing?" the blonde asked holding Chuck up by her waist. "Oh my god," Chuck said holding Olive's face between her hands, "I thought you died! I thought you died and Ned couldn't bring you back and I couldn't die and it was terrible-"

Olive shushed her and laid her back in the bed, smoothing her hair out of her face, "Breath, love."

Chuck took a deep breath, holding it for a little before letting it out once more. Olive went around the bed to climb in next to her and Chuck noticed the oversized t-shirt she had covered herself with. "Where did you go?" Chuck asked, holding her tightly before she could even get properly settled into the bed.

"I went to get a glass of water. Why were you freaking out?"

"I had a dream that you went to Ned early, before I woke up. And he couldn't bring you back to life and it was absolutely horrible!" Chuck said, tears falling from her eyes once more. "Shh," Olive said cradling her head against her chest, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm not dead."

"Not yet!" Chuck fired back, "You're planning on being in the next few hours!" Olive didn't respond, simply kissed the top of the brunette head before her and rubbing her back. "Go back to sleep," Olive said soothingly.

"Never leave me again," Chuck said holding her tighter and rearranging her head on her chest so she could hear her heartbeat.

"I won't, sweetheart," Olive said robbing her back and running her foot along her shin, "I promise." Chuck sniffed one last time before willing herself to go to sleep. Olive began to sing softly, hands going in small circles on Chuck's spine, causing her to relax. And no matter how hard she fought it, she couldn't fight the sleep that took over.

She awoke slowly, comforted by the sound of Olive's heartbeat that resonated in her ears. Chuck's head was still on the blonde's chest and she kissed it lightly. The arm around her waist tightened as Olive sighed.

"Good morning," Olive said through a yawn. Chuck just closed her eyes and wished this day were over. She didn't want to have to watch Olive die, to watch life slowly slip from her. They lay like that for a few more moments before Olive spoke again, "We should get up. Ned'll be here in a few minutes."

Chuck groaned and did her best to bury her face in Olive's chest. "Come on, babe," the blonde said sitting up, forcing Chuck up as well. "Can't we just stay like this?" Chuck said holding back tears, "Just forget all this nonsense and stay like this?"

Olive rubbed the brunette's arm, "Please, don't make this any harder than this already is," she said quietly, "I want to do this. I need to do this. And I need you to be there for me, supporting me one hundred percent."

Chuck looked up at her, running her fingers down her neck in feather light touches, "Okay," she said holding back tears, "I won't say any more. I'm just afraid."

"I know, darlin'," Olive said running a finger along Chuck's jaw, tipping her chin towards her and kissing her sweetly, "So am I." Sliding back onto the bed slowly, they made love one more time, carefully and sweetly. Ghost like caresses down the others body and feather like kisses was the personification of their love for the other, the sound of their love bouncing off the walls as they brought each other into ecstasy.

After they got dressed, they sat on the couch, staring straight ahead blankly, hands clasped tightly. They were waiting for Ned, letting their thoughts simmer with the events that were soon about to take place. Digby laid at their feet, head on his paws. A knock came at the door and Chuck squeezed Olive's hand. She looked over at her, but she was still staring straight at the wall, color drained from her face. Chuck kissed her cheek lightly before getting up to answer the door.

Ned stood in the hall, hands deep in his pockets. He himself seemed as if he would be sick, blood absent from his face. "Are you ready?" he croaked. Chuck nodded, "Let me go get Olive."

She went over to the couch, but Olive was no longer there. So she looked in the hall and saw Olive staring in the mirror, hands gripping the side of the vanity tightly. Chuck came up behind her and kissed her shoulder, wrapping her arms carefully around her as if she would break if she gripped her too tight.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, looking at her wife's face in the mirror. Olive nodded, closing her eyes briefly. "Does this dress look okay?" the blonde asked smoothing it out over her stomach. "You look beautiful," Chuck answered simply. A small smile forced it's way to Olive's mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came. She reached up to fix her hair and Chuck noticed her hand was shaking. She grasped it gently, stopping it in midair and kissed each knuckle.

Olive turned to her and sighed. Holding the blonde's face in her hands, Chuck brought their foreheads together. There was no need for words as the two lover's stood there, illuminated by the morning light filtering through the bedroom windows. After a few moments, Olive squeezed Chuck's waist and kissed her. "Ned's waiting," she stated. Chuck didn't respond, simply drawing her close and covering her face in kisses.

There was a knock at the bedroom entrance and Ned stood outside it, knuckles on the doorframe. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, "but we should probably get going." Olive nodded and straightened her dress once more, "Let's hit the road, Jack."

The car ride to the prison was silent, the only sound being Digby panting with his head out the front seat window. Chuck and Olive sat in the back, hands clasped tightly together. They finally got to the prison wall, nothing but the large stone fence being visible.

"I got the layout for the prison, and death row inmates are in the calls behind this wall," Ned reassured them. Chuck's mouth was dry as she stared up at the high wall, wondering who would give their life so Olive could have hers. Maybe it was selfish, but there was no other way. Sometimes you have to be selfish.

"I figure we'll just do everything in the car," he said getting out, "You can la in the back seat if you want. So there's no slumping over. Less traumatizing that way." Ned opened the back seat door and Chuck climbed out, allowing Olive space to lie down. Ned pulled a bottle out of his pocket of clear liquid. It took all the will power Chuck had not to knock in from his hand and smash it into the ground when Olive's tiny fingers curled around the small bottle.

Ned looked at Chuck uncertainly, "Maybe you should…go sit somewhere else. This could be very upsetting." Chuck shook her head firmly, "I want to be right here. You're not going to tear me away from Olive at any cost."

The Pie Maker opened his mouth to protest but thought better of if, "Okay, then," he looked over at Olive, "Whenever you're ready."

Olive blinked up at him, looking briefly at Chuck before taking the top off the bottle. In her mind, Chuck hoped Olive would change her mind. That she would put the top back on the bottle and tell Ned to drive them back home and there would be no more talk of this. But Olive shakily lifted the bottle to her lips, closing her eyes tightly. It staid poised at her lips for a few moments, hands threatening to shake all the contents out of the bottle. In one swift movement, she drank the entire contents of the bottle, eyes still closed and bottle still at her lips, even after the liquid was gone.

Chuck shut her eyes tightly, hoping that Olive wouldn't notice the tears welling in her eyes. Olive looked straight ahead, holding the bottle out to Ned without even looking at him. The brunette quickly rushed to Olive's side, stroking her head. "How long?" the blonde asked.

"About three minutes."

Chuck couldn't tell if the lack of color in the blonde's face was from nerves or from the poison already taking effect. Nodding, the blonde laid down in the back seat, her hands over her stomach. The position eerily reminded Chuck of a body in a coffin and she squeezed onto the car floor besides Olive, taking her hands in hers.

She watched Olive's chest rise and fall, three minutes dragging on for what seemed like hours. "I love you, Chuck," Olive said weakly, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. The brunette couldn't hold back her tears any longer, "I love you too," she choked. A smile tweaked at Olive lips as she let out one last shaky breath.

Chuck's breath lodged in her lungs when her lover wasn't moving anymore. Ned noticed and rushed over to the petite woman, "Check her pulse," he said to Chuck. With an unsteady hand, she felt her wrist for any signs of a heartbeat. Feeling none, her heart broke. This is only temporary, she kept telling herself, She'll be back in a few minutes.

The brunette shook her head and looked at Ned, "She's gone." Ned looked at Olive, unmoving. "What are you doing?" Chuck asked desperately, "Touch her!" She couldn't take this torture any longer, Olive's hands grew colder and colder in hers by the second. If he waited too long, it would become all to real in her mind.

Ned stepped closer to Olive, examining her for a second before touching her on the lips. Chuck expected her to bolt upright and look around, like so many other people had that Ned brought back to life. But she remained still, unmoving on the seat. "Olive! Olive!" she said in a panic. It hadn't worked, just like her dream. Now she would be forced to live without her love.

She threw herself over her tiny frame, her body racking with sobs, "Touch her again!" she said to Ned. "Honey, he better not touch me again," came Olive's voice. Chuck looked up at her, "But…you weren't moving."

Olive was still laying on the seat, but her head was lifted up slightly as she looked at the woman on her chest, "It's really comfortable right here. And honestly, I wasn't sure if it had worked. I didn't even know I died. I did die right?"

"Oh, yes, yes! It worked!" Chuck said throwing her arms around Olive's neck, "You're alive! It worked!" She showered the blonde's face with kisses, tears soaking both of them. Ned stood at a respectable distance, smiling at the two women. The joy that overtook them radiating from the car.

The next morning as they read the paper, searching for a mysterious death, they found out a murderer had died in the injection room. Right before he was given the deadly injections. It was deemed it a heart attack.

Chuck wouldn't let Olive go for the longest time. When they got back to the apartment, Olive went in to take a shower, and Chuck stepped in right after her.

"Hun, you can't follow me everywhere forever!" Olive said while Chuck grabbed a washcloth and began to wash the blonde's back, "Not that I care right now."

"Mhm," Chuck said as Olive turned around to face her. She put a hand on her wife's flat stomach, "Did you mean what you said when you asked about having a baby?"

Olive wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck, "Yes. I want to make beautiful children with you."

Smiling, Chuck kissed her nose, "I guess we should start now then, huh?" The warm water washed over their bodies as they chuckled. "I guess we should," Olive said bringing her into a smoldering kiss before saying with a smile, "It's not like we have forever."