A/N: last chappie! ='(
Epilogue
"Henry!" Rebecca called with a grin, hurrying down the stairs of the basement in their London house to his laboratory. She was trying to pin up her hair as she ran, thankful that when she was at home she could wear trousers and one of Jekyll's shirts. She couldn't stand dresses. They looked nice, but wearing them was absolutely out of the question. She held onto the railing with one hand, letting her long, black hair fall down her back as she held a letter in the other hand, still heading down the stairs.
She jumped down the last to stairs one at a time with both feet as she called, "Doctor Henry Jekyll!"
"Yes, my love?" Jekyll called, swirling a clear, red liquid around in a triangular vile as he examined it in the air.
"Sawyer sent us a letter!" she smiled, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him over his arms to hold the letter in front of him along with holding onto him.
"Did he, now?" Jekyll chuckled, placing the vile down on the table in front of him and taking the letter from her hand to allow her to hold onto him tighter. He smiled a little wider when he felt her snuggle her face into his back as he opened the letter to read it.
"What's he say?" Rebecca asked, standing on her tip-toes to set her chin on his shoulder to look at the letter as well.
"It seems he's getting married," Jekyll replied, still looking at the letter. "He says she's a sweet young lady named Iris Evans he met on a mission in England."
"And we're invited?" Rebecca grinned.
"It would appear so," Jekyll smiled, turning as she let go of him and he handed the letter to her, smiling even wider when her eyes scanned over it and glowed with excitement. She suddenly sneered, making him frown in wonder and she looked up at him, her upper lip curled in disgust.
"I have to wear a dress, don't I?" she muttered and his frown turned into a smile as he set his hand on her shoulder, pulling her toward him to hug her around her shoulders and kiss her head.
"Maybe not," he assured her. "Sawyer is certainly not one to stand on ceremony."
"Thank goodness for that," Rebecca muttered and looked up at him with a brilliant smile to ask, "I take it we're responding with a yes?"
Jekyll nodded and Rebecca only stared at him as she tossed the letter aside and slid her arms around his neck, letting his arm around her shoulders slip to her waist as the other followed. She stepped as close as she could to him and pressed her lips to his, causing him to pull her even closer. They hugged each other close as their tongues tangled in each other's mouths for a few moments before pulling away for breath.
"What were you working on before I came down, dear?" she wondered, breathlessly as they still held onto each other.
"Something to protect you, my dear," he smiled, stepping away enough to pull her next to him by her hand as they faced the table. He picked up the vile he'd been examining as she frowned at him, then the vile in wonder. "If I take the potion again and change into Hyde, you give this to me when I get too out of hand."
"But you haven't taken that potion in months, Henry," she recalled, stepping closer to him.
"Yes, but it always pays to be cautious, my love," he murmured, kissing the side of her head and lingering there for a moment as Rebecca looked to the vile.
"Does that mean we have to test it?" she asked, hesitantly. His sigh made her heart skip a beat in panic as she looked to him when he stood tall again, looking at the vile as well.
"I'll test it under a microscope first," he replied. "If I don't get the results I need, we may have to try a live test." He looked back at her with a warm smile. "In the meantime, why don't we plan our trip to America for Sawyer's wedding, hm?"
Rebecca's bright grin returned and she pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling on Jekyll's hand and leading him toward the stairs.
America...
"I can't believe it," Rebecca muttered as she and Jekyll rode in the carriage to the park where Sawyer's reception was being held. "He made me wear a dress!"
"You look beautiful, dear," Jekyll smiled, leaning closer to move the black veil from her face and press a kiss to her forehead before pulling the veil back down as she smiled sweetly.
"Thank you, love, but that doesn't really help the fact that I am severely uncomfortable," she sighed, shifting in her spot to get comfortable. She sighed as she looked out the window of the carriage just as it hit a bump and it jostled violently, making her grip Jekyll's leg harshly and hiss, "Damn these things!"
Jekyll winced at her grip but stayed silent as he placed a hand over the one that sat on his leg and her fingers eventually loosened as she still looked out the window. She watched the people they passed and gasped, her grip on Jekyll's knee tightening again as she stared wide, brown eyes out the window.
"Beck?" Jekyll called, looking out the window as well. "What is it?"
"I…" she trailed off a moment and sat back to turn her wide-eyed gaze at him. "I thought I saw someone we know."
"Who?" Jekyll frowned in wonder. "Captain Nemo? Skinner?"
"No," she sighed, looking ahead in thought. "I must have been mistaken though. My eyes play tricks on me sometimes."
Jekyll nodded, not pressing the matter further and frowned, lifting her hand from his leg to examine it as he asked, "Where are your gloves?"
"What do you mean?" she frowned back at him. "They're on my hands."
"Not these gloves, darling," Jekyll argued, knowing her hands were already encased in black lace gloves. "I mean your other gloves."
"Oh," Rebecca nodded in understanding. "They're here in my purse." She held up her small handbag with a smile. "They don't really match my dress, but I thought I should bring them anyway. As you said before, you can never be too cautious."
The carriage stopped and Jekyll lifted the hand he still held to kiss it before climbing out of the carriage then helping her as she stepped out as well. Rebecca quickly wrapped her arm around Jekyll's as she glanced around the street they'd stopped on. Looking to her right she froze when she caught sight of the same person she'd seen from the carriage. He was wearing a long, leather trench coat, a wide-brimmed hat and all she could see of his face was a white beard over his chin before he turned away and quickly headed down the street, away from them.
"It can't be," she breathed.
"Beck?" Jekyll called again with a slight frown and she quickly turned ahead again. "Are you sure-?"
"I'm fine, Henry," she assured him with a smile. "The fatigue of the trip is catching up to me, I think."
"You made it!"
The couple jumped and looked to a young man with slicked back, dark blonde hair in a white tuxedo heading toward them.
"Tom!" Rebecca grinned, detaching from Jekyll's arm to hug Sawyer. Once they'd parted he held out a hand to Jekyll who shook it firmly as Rebecca turned to his side. "Congratulations! You look very dashing in that tuxedo."
"To tell you the truth, it's not really my style," Sawyer grimaced, pulling at his collar. "But Iris wanted everything to be perfect, and I can't argue with her for my life."
"Where is the bride?" Jekyll wondered and Sawyer turned to look for her.
"She's talking to her father," he replied, gesturing in the direction he'd spotted her in then turning back to his friends. "Come on, I'll introduce you."
Jekyll and Rebecca followed Sawyer as he still pulled at his collar and the doctor couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Rebecca pulling at her dress, thinking the neckline was too low. The two of them looked very uncomfortable, and Jekyll couldn't help but laugh at the sight the pair made.
"Iris," Sawyer called, drawing the attention of a young woman in a white dress, the veil flowing behind her. Her violet eyes glowed when they caught sight of Sawyer as she moved a piece of auburn hair from her sight that fallen from the veil as she hurried toward him, instantly clutching his arm. He turned her toward Rebecca and Jekyll and lifted a hand toward the couple, saying, "This is Dr. Henry Jekyll and his wife, Mrs. Rebecca Jekyll."
"A pleasure to meet you," Iris smiled in a light English accent. "I'm Iris Ev-Sawyer."
Sawyer chuckled at the slight mistake and lifted one of her hands from his arm to kiss it before explaining, "Still not used to my name yet."
"I know exactly what that's like," Rebecca assured them both, then bit the corner of her lip and caught Sawyer's gaze. "I'm sorry, but do you mind if I steal the groom away for just a moment."
Sawyer and Iris frowned but Iris nodded as Sawyer leaned toward her for a quick kiss before Rebecca detached from Jekyll's arm, a frown of his own over his brow.
"I'll only be a moment," she assured him, walking away and Sawyer held an arm out to for her to take.
"You look real nice in that dress, Beck," he smirked and she glared up at him. "I can tell you hate it."
"Shut up, Yankee, and listen close," she shot back, stopping them when they were a good distance away from their spouses. "You remember the day we buried Quatermain?"
"Aw, jeez, Beck, why're you trying to bring me down on my wedding day?" Sawyer groaned, rolling his eyes.
"What'd I say?" she hissed, softly. "Shut up and listen. Did you see that Witch Doctor not too far away from his grave?"
Sawyer sighed, but soon frowned in thought and recalled, "Yeah, actually I did. What about him?"
"Before everyone left I saw him head over to the grave and…I don't know what he did, but whatever it was, I think it worked."
"What are you talkin' about?"
"I saw him, Sawyer," she whispered, gripping his arm. "I saw Quatermain on the street o the way here."
"Did you come to my wedding drunk Rebecca?" Sawyer smirked, to which she glared at him again.
"You think I would joke about something like this, Thomas?" she retorted.
"Quatermain's dead, Beck," he murmured, solemnly. "It was hard for me to get over for a while too, but I've come to accept it. Now can we please have some fun at my wedding, huh?"
"But, Sawyer-!"
"Let it go, will ya?" Sawyer smiled charmingly, setting a hand on her shoulder. "I gotta get back to Iris before she thinks I'm abandoning her."
Sawyer sauntered back toward Iris as Jekyll stepped away from the bride and toward his wife, his hands behind his back.
"Beck?" he tried when she only glared at Sawyer but turned to look up at Jekyll when he stepped next to her. "Are you alright, darling?"
"You know I'm not crazy, right?" she instantly asked him and he frowned but nodded. "So you'd believe whatever I said, even if it sounded like the most absurd thing you'd ever heard in your life?"
"Rebecca, what's going on?" Jekyll asked, still frowning.
"I saw Quatermain," she whispered. "I saw him…twice and Sawyer doesn't believe me."
"But…Quatermain is-"
"Yes, yes, he died. I recall," she sneered. "But there was a Witch Doctor there when we buried him and…"
"And you think it's true what he said?" Jekyll finished when she trailed off. "Africa wouldn't let him die."
Rebecca only nodded and Jekyll sighed in thought, but before they could carry on the conversation any further, Rebecca spotted a familiar face.
"Mina!" she called, hurrying toward the other woman as she shot her gaze in Rebecca's direction and Jekyll chuckled as he followed her. Rebecca nearly threw herself at Mina who caught her with a chuckle and they hugged each other close before pulling away. "How are you?"
"Well," Mina smiled, warmly and nodded to Jekyll.
"Hello, Mrs. Harker," he greeted.
"I thought you might not come!" Rebecca gasped before looking around and leaning close to whisper, "Were you even invited?"
"Yes, Beck," Mina smirked with a playful bite in her tone. "Sawyer and I parted on friendly terms."
"Have you seen anyone else from the League?" Jekyll wondered.
"You two are the first," Mina replied.
"But certainly not the last, love."
"Skinner-?"
Mina gasped and jerked toward Rebecca and the three glanced around to try to see him.
"Skinner! What in the hell are you doing?" Rebecca hissed as they still looked around and Mina rubbed her rear where he'd grabbed her.
"Crashing a party, love," Skinner replied from…somewhere. "What else, eh?"
"Put something on," Jekyll pleaded as Rebecca opened her handbag to pull out her fuchsia gloves and hurriedly slipped them on.
"Be nice if I had something to put on," Skinner retorted.
"You're about to," Rebecca shot back, looking around before she clapped her gloves hands together and pulled them apart to materialize an outfit for him then tossed it at him, determining where he was from the sunken footsteps in the grass. "Get dressed!"
"Much obliged, love," Skinner thanked her before shuffling toward a tree to lean on it and get dressed.
"Well," Mina sighed sharply, straightening herself out. "He certainly hasn't changed, has he?"
"It would appear not."
The three spun around to see Nemo standing behind them, and Rebecca placed a hand over her racing heart.
"I wish people would stop sneaking up on me like that," she sighed as he and Jekyll shook hands. "My poor heart can't take this."
After Skinner rejoined them, and Sawyer found his way to the group, they all began to catch up on what they'd all been up to since they'd been away. Rebecca couldn't help but feel that they were all being watched, and finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she excused herself from the group to head deeper into the park. She glanced around and found a tree to stand next to, hearing rustling not a moment later. She spun around toward the brush behind her only to be greeted by an unbelievably familiar face.
"I knew it," she breathed, staring wide eyes at Quatermain. "You've been here the whole time…watching us, haven't you?"
"Yes," he nodded, then smirked, "I couldn't miss Sawyer's wedding."
"Why are you revealing yourself to me, of all people?" she couldn't help but wonder. "I thought you hated me."
"Truthfully, I did," he admitted, crossing his arms over chest and leaning back on the tree. "But I knew you were the only one who would believe this."
"Believe what?" she honestly wondered. "Your resurrection?"
Quatermain nodded, continuing, "As unbelievable as the rest of us are, you would be the only one to believe in someone coming back from the dead."
"So why don't you just come out of hiding? Where have you been this whole time?"
"Africa. And I don't want any of them to know I'm alive."
"Why not?"
There was a pause between them before she growled and waved it off when he didn't answer her.
"Forget it," she muttered, turning her side to him and crossing her arms over her chest. "It's none of my business. I'm just the crazy one, right?"
Quatermain gave a chuckled and blurted, "Right."
"Ya know, Sawyer would be happy to know you're alive," she shot back.
"Beck-!"
"I'm just saying!" she cut in, her arms up in surrender. "Don't worry, I won't tell him." She sighed crossing her arms again before admitting, "I still don't get why you came to me about this. Whether I believed in resurrection or not doesn't matter."
Quartermain sighed in exasperation as he glanced around to make sure no one would sneak up on them and replied, "Maybe I was starting to see you as a daughter? Maybe?"
Rebecca shot a wide-eyed stare at him before smirking and shuffling toward him to hug him, making him sneer and try to shove her away.
"I knew you had a heart!" she grinned before letting him go as he shoved her away.
"Keep your mouth shut, eh?" he ordered and she smirked, running her thumb and index finger over her mouth as if she was running a zipper over the seam of her lips. He nodded and looked past her, making her frown and turn to see who he might have seen.
"There you are, my love," Jekyll smiled as he approached her, placing a hand on the small of her back. "What were you doing over here?"
Rebecca turned back to the place where Quatermain had been standing only to find the space empty and she gave a small smirk before looking up at her husband and replied, "I thought I saw something, but it was nothing."
"We were all looking for you," Jekyll reported, turning her to head back to the wedding party. "There are some children that wished to be entertained by some magic tricks."
"And you volunteered me, as usual," she smirked before stopping him, making him frown. "About what I said earlier, it was the fatigue from the trip talking. I know now, it couldn't have been Allan that I saw."
"Perhaps-?"
"It wasn't him, Henry," she cut in, shaking her head. "I was mistaken."
Jekyll couldn't hide his skeptical gaze but he wouldn't press her further. When she was ready to talk, she would tell him, he was sure.
Rebecca never told him, or anyone else, that Allan Quatermain was alive. She could never betray the leader of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
A/N: the end! thaks for sticking with the story this far! i hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. and now, for the last time with this fic: reviews?