Disclaimer: I lay no claim on Dawson's Creek or any of the characters.
A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this last chapter. The last two weeks have been so hectic that I haven't had the chance to do it. I hope you like this last chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! As usual, it means a lot that you are reading my stories and taking the time to give some feedback. I'm in the middle of writing my next story but I won't be able post it until after school ends in June. Look for it then. In the meantime, read the last chapter and leave me some reviews please!
Chapter 8
Jack was driving out of the cemetery when his cell phone rang. He sighed and pulled over. "Hello?"
It was Joey. "Hey Jack, um they just took Grams to the hospital."
"Again?" Jack squeezed his eyes shut. Without giving Joey a chance to answer his rhetorical question, he continued. "I'll be right there." He hung up before another word could be spoken and drive straight to the hospital.
Doug, Joey and Pacey met him at the door. On the way up to where Grams was, he asked how she was doing.
"Not good," Joey reported, "she was sitting in the swing on the front porch with the newspaper when she just slumped over. She was unconscious when the paramedics got there." She turned to Pacey, clearly shaken by the situation. Pacey held her tightly, smoothing her hair with his hand.
They arrived at Grams' room and everyone dropped back, allowing Jack to go in alone. He didn't hesitate; he walked right up to her bed and took her hand.
Grams was connected to several machines to monitor her body and there was the ever-present oxygen line too. It all reminded Jack of Jen's time in the same hospital but amazingly, he was not bothered by any of it. He knew that, like Jen, Grams' time had come.
"I went to Jen's grave today," he told her, "and you might not believe it but I saw her and we had a long talk. I think I'm finally okay. Jen is a peace and it's time I found my own peace in that, for everyone's sake. Grams, I know you're holding on for me and I want you to know that you don't have to anymore. I think I'm strong enough to carry on now. If you want to, it's okay to let go. You can go be with Jen."
Jack leaned down and kissed the old woman on the forehead. "Goodbye Grams. I love you." With that, he let her go, physically and metaphorically and left the room with a heavy heart because he knew that it was the last time he would ever see the sweet old woman.
A few days later, Jack found himself surrounded by family and friends in the cemetery once again but this time it was for Grams. She had passed away a few hours after Jack left the room in the hospital that day.
The whole feeling of the service was that of relief rather than shock as it was for Jen. Everyone knew Grams was old and weak after her long battle with cancer. They had all prayed for an end to her suffering and the occasion proved that their prayers had come true.
The ceremony was kept small and intimate like Grams had wanted. To mask the mourning, everyone reminded each other that Grams and Jen were together with God, now and forever.
Later that night, Jack awoke to the sounds of Amy's cries over the baby monitor along with thunder. He rolled over quietly to not disturb Doug and crept to the nursery.
Amy was standing in her crib, with a red face, the tears rolling down and landing on her little pink footy pajamas. Every time the thunder rolled, she would shriek and cry harder. Jack immediately lifted her into his arms and moved to the rocking chair. The little girl buried her face into Jack's chest and cried harder, holding on for dear life.
Jack soothed her by rubbing her back. "Shh, Amy; it's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. Your mommy and great-grandma are just having a little – well actually a pretty big argument in Heaven. There's nothing scary about that. I bet your mommy stayed out too long at a party and Grams got mad at her. It will be over soon." He smiled at the thought.
Amy's tears subsided and she looked up at Jack with those big blue eyes. "Mama?" she asked.
"Yep, your 'mama.' You know, I saw her a few days ago and you know what she did? She asked me about you. She was so worried about how you were doing because she loves you so much. Now Grams is up there with her and they're both looking down on us."
The thunder was subsiding as the storm moved away. "See, I told you they'd be done fighting soon." Jack carried Amy to the window and they looked out together. "Do you see the stars Amy? I bet right now Mommy and Grams are looking down at us through one. They will always love us, even if they aren't here anymore and we will always love them too."
Jack looked down to see Amy asleep in his arms. He smiled and kissed her head. "Never forget, I love you too, Sweetheart."
He carefully laid her in the crib and slipped off back to bed with Doug.
THE END
A/N: There you have it. How was it? Is this one as good as some of my other ones? I hope so. Like I said, I have already started a few more stories and as soon as I get the time, I'll start posting them. In the meantime, please leave me some final feedback. Thanks for reading!
