Okay m'dears, I know this chapter took forever, but I got stuck for so long with what I was forcing myself to write. Finally, I just said 'forget it' and I erased what I had and wrote this instead. It's not much, not long, but I think it nicely wraps this up for me, and I can put to rest this story that was starting to lose its interest for me. I'm sorry if you don't all agree with this ending but it felt right to me. Thank you all so much for your support through this story, my first foray into omega!verse. I hope you liked it and I look forward to playing in this world again in the future!

*Two Months Later*

The smell of coffee and breakfast filled the air as two people prepared themselves for the day. Spencer stood at the stove in his new home, this condo that he and Remy had just moved into a week ago, and hummed lightly to himself while he stirred the eggs. He stretched over to press down the slider on the toaster so that the bread could start to toast and he couldn't' help smiling at a little, still enjoying the novelty of finally having a kitchen big enough to have actual counter space. That had been one of the many things that had appealed to the couple about this condo. Spencer had wanted a kitchen large enough to actually be able to cook in and Remy had agreed wholeheartedly. The two of them took turns cooking, depending on what they wanted and what was being made.

It felt good to be here. Good to finally be in the place that they'd been working towards for the past month. It felt right. So many things had changed in Spencer's life in the past two months. With all the changes, it felt appropriate to have moved into their new place. A new home for a new life.

Listening to the sound of the shower running down at the end of the hall, Spencer's smile warmed a little more. Who would've thought just a few months back that he would be here? Who would've thought everything would turn out this way?

When Spencer had first mated with Remy, he'd been terrified of what was going to happen and oh-so-sure that gaining an alpha would mean the end of his career. Even when Remy had said that he would like to work with Spencer at the Bureau, the omega hadn't dared to dream that it'd be possible. There was no way the Bureau was going to allow a mutant to join. Not in this society where mutants got even less respect than omegas did. But he'd been willing to try. The both of them had. And it was a decision that Spencer hadn't once come to regret. Today was going to be Remy's first official day as SA Remy LeBeau, member of the BAU.

The road from there to here hadn't been an easy one. From that very first day when Spencer brought Remy to the Bureau, they'd had to fight for what they wanted. Having Aaron and Dave on their side had helped out tremendously. Even more surprising was the ally they'd found in Erin Strauss. From their very first meeting with her, she had become a staunch supporter, standing firmly in their camp against anyone else at the Bureau. Spencer was still stunned by just how much she'd gone to bat for them. She'd told them all that Spencer's contract clearly stated that his alpha be given the opportunity to train and join his omega and that it said absolutely nothing about that being revoked simply because his alpha was a mutant. She'd stood at Spencer's side when he met with the Director and had made it clear that she supported the decision, arguing in their favor and making it known that Spencer would have a solid case against the Bureau for discrimination if they refused him and his alpha—and that she'd happily speak on his behalf if he chose to file a suit. Mentioning that Spencer was a mutant as well and had worked for them for years, that was just the icing on the cake.

Within a week, Remy had started at the Academy.

Things hadn't exactly been smoothing sailing there, either. Spencer and Remy both knew that they'd be fighting an uphill battle. Time and time again Spencer checked with his alpha, making sure that he was really okay with this, that it was really what he wanted. Not once had Remy's answer changed. If anything, he seemed to thrive on the challenge in front of him. He'd taken on the academy and the people inside with that steadfast determination and cheeky wit that Spencer learned were so much a part of him, and which he secretly adored. Remy met every challenge that came his way and excelled. He dealt with hazing, harassment, even direct violence on one occasion, and he didn't back down from any of it. Nothing was going to get in the way of him accomplishing his goal. Spencer, who was put on desk duty until Remy's training was complete, watched with growing respect as his alpha took on all the crap shoveled his way and just kept on going. No matter how hard he was pushed in his classes, he never let it take him down.

Whether it was his natural personality or a part of that 'charm' that Remy had told him about, there was just something about the Cajun that made it exceedingly difficult to hate him even when he was driving you crazy. Little by little, bit by bit, Remy won over the people at the academy. It might've had something to do with the way he took things on, never once complaining about his treatment or his training. Or it could've been the way he treated others. Remy teased pretty much everyone with equal measure but he was friendly with them all, too. Spencer had a feeling that Remy was one of those people who had never met a stranger a day in their life. That would come in handy out in the field. He had a ready smile and a smooth enough tongue to get through quite a lot of situations.

While Remy dealt with his drama at the Academy, Spencer dealt with his own at the Bureau. Finding out that Spencer was an omega had changed the way that some people treated him. Spencer bore up under it, refusing to show any of them how much it bothered him. He kept his chin up and did his job the same as he always had. Bullies had always been a part of Spencer's life and he knew how to handle them. He knew better than to let them see if they got to him. He wasn't a teenager anymore, either. He didn't feel as afraid as he had back then, nor was he shy about reporting any behavior that went beyond simple teasing. His team kept their eye out on him as well and they were always ready to stand up or step in. It didn't stop all the teasing or the snide remarks, but the support of his friends, and the support of his alpha at home, made it easier to bear up under.

It didn't last long. Two months now and there were only a few that still tried to tease. The rest had stopped. They'd either been put in their place by Spencer, warned off by the team, or else decided that pissing off Spencer's alpha just wasn't worth the risk. Because Remy was starting to gain a reputation even before he graduated.

Spencer couldn't help but feel proud of that. Remy hadn't just passed at the Academy—he'd aced through it all with flying colors. The man was far smarter than he let others see and his profiling classes had been passed easily. On the physical side of things, well, that had never been an issue. He was top of his class in hand-to-hand, firearms, anything that they threw his way. He even took extra classes, just to have them under his belt, proving his skills with all types of firearms.

Graduation day had been huge. The first ever mutant to attend the Academy, and to graduate with such high marks—that was big news. There'd been cameras all over the place and Remy had happily posed for them all. Despite Spencer's worry that all the publicity might bother his mate, who had once lived so far in the shadows, Remy took to it all with ease. Enjoyed it, even. He told Spencer one night that it felt good to do it. "If I get m' face out dere, let people see dat a mutant really can do dis, den maybe de ot'ers won't be as afraid. We're changing somet'ing here, cher, an it feels good." And they were. They were really changing things. When word leaked out that not only was Remy a mutant, but that Spencer was as well and that he'd worked at the Bureau for years, it only made them even bigger news. Spencer was still convinced that he knew who had leaked that bit of information. Dave had pleaded innocence but Spencer knew better. Leaking that he was a mutant and had been at the Bureau for years forced the Bureau to either admit they'd been tricked, or claim that they'd known all along and that they supported it. It was a sneaky move that could've backfired, but luckily didn't.

All of that had brought them to where they were today. Spencer, preparing breakfast for himself and his mate while Remy finished showering and dressing for the day. Today, they would go into the Bureau together for the first time with both of them as agents. Training was done, any major publicity already dealt with. Now it was time for them to start the lives they'd fought so hard for these past months.

"Somet'ing smells good out here."

There was no sound to announce Remy's arrival. The man moved like a ghost; it was startling, sometimes. But the sound of his voice had Spencer perking up and smiling. He pulled the food off the stove, dishing it up onto plates. "Breakfast. I thought we'd start the day out right." Breakfast hadn't been his thing before, not beyond a cup of coffee, but Remy had changed that.

Remy took the plates from Spencer's hands and stole a kiss while there, smiling against his lips. "Morning, little one."

"Mm. Morning." Spencer murmured back.

He picked up their mugs and followed Remy over to the table. It was a familiar morning scene between them and Spencer loved that. He loved that this had become something normal and causal and easy. For the guy who had once been terrified to find an alpha, afraid that it would mean the end of the life he wanted, having all of this seemed like it was a dream some days. If it was, it was one that Spencer never wanted to wake up from.

A hand brushing against his drew Spencer out of his thoughts and brought his focus up to his mate. Remy was sitting there smiling at him fondly. "Y'r awfully deep in y'r t'oughts dis morning, little one."

An answering smile graced Spencer's lips. "Just thinking about the past few months."

"Dey've been chaotic, dat's f'sure. Y' nervous about today?"

Spencer laughed. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Smile changing to a smirk, Remy picked up his mug and settled back in his seat, his feet finding Spencer's under the table. "Why would I be? I figure y'r nervous enough fo' de both of us." He teased. The kick that Spencer gave him only served to make him laugh.

Any further teasing was cut off when Spencer's cell phone chimed with a message. He'd already put it in his pocket when he'd been dressing for work, so he didn't have to go anywhere, just pulled it out of his pocket and thumbed open the message. His eyes scanned over it and immediately his body went on alert, making Remy sit up and go on alert as well. He didn't have to wait long to find out what was going on. "Well, looks like you get to start a little quicker than we'd planned." Spencer said, closing his phone. He was already pushing up from his seat and grabbing his plate. "We've got a spree killer in Florida. Five dead in the past three days. We're all meeting straight at the jet."

The two moved quickly, getting their dishes in the sink and making sure everything in the kitchen was off, and then out to the living room to put on shoes and grab coats and weapons. Spencer attached his gun to his hip and looked up to see Remy doing the same. A small smile touched his lips at the sight. Remy looked up once his gun was on and caught sight of the smile that Spencer wore. He flashed one back, snagging his coat off the rack and sliding it on. While Remy may have cleaned up the rest of his image, dressing in nicer pants and shirts to give a more professional look, the trench coat was still a staple in his wardrobe.

Spencer pulled his own coat on while Remy grabbed the keys off the hook. "Are you ready for this?" he asked as he did up the buttons on his jacket.

"Hell yeah." Remy said enthusiastically.

Chuckling, Spencer shook his head. "Then let's get out of here." They were ready to do this, side by side. He just hoped that the world was ready for them.