Last Chapter! Hope you guys have enjoyed the story as much as I have! Disclaimer: I do not own Forever, all rights go to ABC Network and Matt Miller. Truly, I will miss writing this.

The ticking of the clock woke Henry up with a start. Terrified, feeling the weight of a body on top of him, he attempts to throw the body off of him. Tiny hands grip of his arms, and little sniffles catch his attention before he's able to do so. Anwen lays on his chest, head on heart. Brown eyes stare into the green, and he laughs as he notices a smudge of drool in the corner of her mouth. Wiping it away, he runs a scarred hand through silky hair, relishing in the feel of having her around. The clock moved slowly, echoing ten as it rang. Time seemed to halt as the two interacted with each other, the little body moving out of the way for the doctors but never letting go. Nobody else visited until twelve, when the detective walks in, holding two large coffees. Instantly, Anwen races for her, wrapping soft arms around the detective's legs and thanking her. Jo startles, almost dropping the cups before catching herself, and drags herself and the girl to Henry's bedside.

Placing the cups down, she hoists Anwen up, allowing the young girl to hug tightly against Jo. The sudden momentum causes the older woman to fall backwards onto Henry's bed, the duo landing in a heap. Laughs emit from every corner of the room, and Jo looks surprised at Henry. He stares at them, clutching his ribs, laughing at the two fallen girls. Jo huffs at him, untangling herself and taking a swig out of his coffee before handing it to him. Anwen sits on the bed, fiddling with the bedsheet and talking nonsense. Taking a deep breath, Henry proceeds to thank Jo over and over again, for finding him, for finding Anwen. By the end, Henry was wrapped in Jo's arms, her calm voice washing over him. His ribs hurt from the pressure but ignored it in favour of savouring this precious moment. Settling down, they all sit on the hard mattress, talking and laughing about nothing. Anwen tried her best with talking with Jo but trailed off half-way through. She didn't mind, listening to the young girl's enthusiasm about the smallest of things, grinning at the way in which her mannerism copied other people's as they walked in and out.

The girls continued to interact with Henry for hours, going from stories about their childhood in America and Great Britain. Jo told of how she regularly got her brothers out of trouble of the law, with her father trying to contradict her actions. Henry wove tales of a travelling father and an over-worked mother, with him being the oldest of six children. It made sense to the women that Henry was somewhat the oldest in a family by the way he acted. Henry refrained from telling the two the time period who what really happened to his family as they discussed fun mistakes and errors that occurred in their youth.

From Jo's time helping her father, to Henry's great escapees into the lower towns, they all talked for hours. Anwen interjected when she felt like talking, English scrambled and grammar all over the place, but introduced the duo to a small fishing town in Wales, where she was from. Jo told tales of running away from the police, and joining the police academy, being kicked out of the house and living with relatives in the outer-suburbs. Henry of fighting against his families expectations of owning the family business and how he won the fight once he went to Oxford.

As Jo listens to one of Henry's crusades, she sees how relaxed he seems in that moment, talking freely with them. With just them, in that moment, he looks peaceful. Underneath that sturdy façade he would wear at work and public, was a broken man desperate to be understood and to be loved for who he really is. Bringing up Sean and Abigail would be cruel, so they laughed about dating in high school, and later in life. Jo laughed as she mentioned her punk boyfriend that her father approved of, but her upstart boyfriend after him was crushed upon entering the house. Henry told of his father trying to kick him out when he brought home his first boyfriend, his youngest sister leaving with him when he left. They continued for hours, talking and laughing, eating food that Jo brought in.

As Henry looked on to the two women he trusted, the two girls whom shoved themselves into his life, he felt happy. Abe would never let this go, hearing him admit that he was happy without him. For once since he had returned to New York, for once since learning of Abigail's death, he was enjoying himself. And he was determined to keep it that way, no matter what. Running his hand through Anwen's golden locks, looking at Jo's smudged makeup and creased face, he knew he had found a new way of living.