This is it, folks! We are finally done with our McPharah adventure. I hope you enjoy this last chapter! If you love my McPharah work, drop me a note or leave a comment. I'd love some feedback-good and bad. If you'd like me to write more McPharah, feel free to give me some ideas! I'm all ears!

"You ever put that thing down," McCree muttered while adjusting himself. Rolling over, his arms wrapped around the woman's toned form. "Oh," he chuckled, "where did you find that thing?"

"Someone tagged me in it on Facebook," she quipped. "It just made me think back to that night."

"The night you tried to kiss me," he teased while his thumb caressed her forearm.

"Oh please," she huffed while turning red, "it was you who tried to kiss me."

"How exactly are you remembering this story?" cuddling closer, he purred. "So soft and warm."

"So scruffy and cold," she hissed while tried to put space between she and the cowboy. "Why didn't you shave?" Her harsh brown orbs fell on him with a stern stare.

"If I shave this thing off, I'm going to look twenty-two again," Jesse grumbled, completely hating the idea. "Besides, Angie says it looks nice. Says I keep it well-groomed."

"Well Angie isn't sleeping on it every night. And I certainly wouldn't complain if you looked half your age!"

"You sayin I'm ugly or somethin?" He dragged the coarse beard hairs over her shoulder. Watching her wince, he did it again. "Think of it like an exfoliate. Just helping rid of yer dead skin!"

"And putting it right into our bed. How pleasant," Fareeha rolled her eyes. "You men are disgusting."

"You had your chances to pick someone else," he mentioned. "You could have had anyone. But you picked me." As she grumbled, Jesse pushed himself closer to her. Burrowing an arm beneath her, he pulled his beauty into his chest. "C'mon now," he cooed, "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Her long pause caused him to whimper, which did nothing for her. She continued to not say a word until he fell silent again.

"Jesse," she spun around in his arms so their chests met.

"Yes, Fareeha," he spoke sweetly back to her.

She wanted to confess her love for him, but it didn't feel like the right time. That and she had a more pressing thing to ask!

"Did you happen to save that picture of us?"

"You mean the one where we were doing that thing?"

"Yes," a wide smile overcame her features. "I really want to set that as my profile picture."

"It's like 20 years old," he huffed.

"So?"

With a reluctant sigh, Jesse rolled over and pawed the nightstand. Unplugging his phone, he turned back around to dig through the photos.

"Do I just text it to you?" he asked while searching. "Or am I supposed to do something with it on that Facebook thing?"

Shaking her head, she reached for his phone. Index finger mashing the right button furiously, she stopped when a certain image passed. Scrolling back to it, she whacked Jesse. "You have a nude of me saved to your phone?"

"First," he cleared his throat, "it's an old phone. No one but ol' 76 will know how to use it. Second, you sent it to me. Third, I forgot I had it." Eyeballing it, he wiggled his brows. "I remember that one. It was for my 25th birthday. Said 'because I couldn't send you something for your 21st, I'll give you one for your 25th.'" He chuckled. "You were finally legal at that point."

She hit him again. "Love is love no matter the age or number."

"Oh yeah, let me explain that one to my superiors. This kid here says she likes 'm old so don't mind us doing the dirty despite her young age..."

"Jack would have murdered you," Fareeha commented. "I'm honestly surprised he even let you go to the dance with me."

"Oh we had a nice long talk prior to the dance," Jesse groaned with eyes that looked like there were remembering horrific flashbacks. "A really, long talk..."

"Oh?" She hadn't heard about this. "What was it about?"

"About how your mom was dead and that he was going to play the role of your father and that if I tried anything, he had a shotgun and he knew how to use it."

Stifling her laughter, Fareeha laid her head on Jesse's naked chest. "Cute," she blushed. "Pretending to be dad while Angie pretended to be my mom."

"They were worried about you," his hand found its way into her soft raven locks. Gingerly, he started to stroke her hair. "I was worried about you."

Stopping at the picture, she showed it off to Jesse. "You really didn't want to kiss me back then?"

"I will admit, I came close. You're beyond beautiful. And the way you'd look at me? Ugh, it made it hard."

"I loved you so much," she admitted. "You were all I had left. The only one I could hold onto. I put you in all my thoughts. My dreams. If I didn't have you..."

"You'd have been fine," he jumped in. "You're tough, just like your mother. Don't think for a second you're not."

Nuzzling his chest, she smiled. "Still can't believe you brought a hotdog."

"I still can't believe Jack posed with Angie." He hit the over arrow to pull up the other image.

"Oh my god," her voice was airy and light. "You saved this? I-I have to send this to Angie. I know it'll make her cry but maybe it'll make her smile too. She's been so off lately."

Pulling up the contacts list, Fareeha laughed. "Wow, you have, what, fifteen contacts in here?"

"Why would I need more? I have you to do that socialization thing."

"I'm far from social," she quipped. "You do more talking than me."

"True," he shrugged. "Suppose the truth is I don't know how to add more people."

"Jesse," Fareeha rolled her eyes, "you have a metal arm. How have you not figured out how to use a cell phone?"

He shrugged and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

After sending the picture to Angela, she set the one of her and Jesse to herself. "Annnnnd, set!" She turned her phone around to show off her new profile picture. "Let's se-oh, someone's already writing a response!"

Leaning forward, he watched the bright screen.

The picture of Ang and Jack popped up as well as the message, "We can do it too!"

Glancing at the time, Fareeha growled. "What is she still doing up! She needs to sleep."

Fingers smashing against the glass, she typed out: "Go to bed, Angie! Stop working in the lab!"

A text message vibrated her phone. Only, after looking at it, she realized it wasn't a text. It was a video invitation.

"Go ahead," Jesse waved her off, "take it. Not like Angie hasn't seen me topless before. Hell," he muttered the latter part, "she's seen me stark naked too..."

Swatting at him, she growled. "You're calling awfully late," Fareeha answered the video call with. "And... and you're at the lab. Heavens, Angie, you really need to stop working. It's past midnight."

"Coming from the woman who just changed her profile picture..." Angela responded back.

"Anyway, you called?" A look of concern was on Fareeha's face. "Something the matter?"

"No," there was something off about Angela. She was... was acting giddy. Weird. Why was she blushing.

"Ang... what's wrong. You're not acting like yourself." She turned to Jesse. "Get dressed, something's wrong. We have to go to the l-"

Laughter echoed from the speakers. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's really nothing. I just... I just wanted to call because I didn't dare send a picture."

"A-a picture?" Fay looked over at Jesse, who had started putting on pants. "A picture of w-" she dropped the phone into the sea of sheets and pillows.

"Fay?" Jesse rushed the woman. "Fay, you okay?" She was strangely pale and the look in her eyes looked as if she had seen a ghost. "Fay?"

"L-l-l-look." Her quaking finger attempted to point at the phone.

"What, wh-" he froze as he stared down at the screen.

"Teehee," Angela giggled.

Shaking herself out of the trance, Fareeha snatched up the phone. "This whole time, this whole time! And just now you're telling us! He's been with us for almost a year! Why wait a year! Why wait at all! W-"

There, plain as day on the screen, stood Angela beside a man with a leather jacket on that had large numbers, 76 to be exact, on the back. Tactical visor off and scarred face visible, the two pulled down their lower eyelids and poked out their tongues before breaking off into laughter.

They were the same as before. They all were.

Shaking her head, Fareeha wished her beloved friends a pleasant evening. Turning off her phone, for she had had more than enough excitement for one night, she crawled over onto Jesse.

"I... I know I haven't said it," she hunkered down onto his chest, "but, Jesse-"

"I know," he cooed while lightly running his fingers across her lips and jawline. "I know." He puckered his lips and she kissed them. "You love me."

"I was going to say you need to shave..."

Gagging, he rolled to the side, which sent Fareeha tumbling off the bed.

Thud!

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." The tone of his voice a dead giveaway that he did it on purpose and was pretty proud of himself for doing it.

Glaring up from the floor, she gave the sheets a good yank.

Thud!

He joined her on the floor, dazzled look on his face.

Throwing one of the sheets over the nightstand and then over the dresser, she laughed.

"Ah, this be one of those fort nights?" He crawled over to her. "Only this time," his lips pulled back into a devious smirk, "I get to play."