Guys... I can't believe this. I could rant on and on about how much I do appreciate the support I've gotten for this story over this period of time. I know my last update was like last month, but I do hope that no one's given up on me just yet- because here it is. It sucks. It sucks so terribly that it's no wonder that I haven't finished any stories before this one. Yes, you read this right- this is the very last chapter of "Disasterology". Now that it's over, I feel conflicted. It was so much fun writing it, more importantly, it was challenging, and that's what I need as an author, to write things a little out of my comfort zone so that I can better. So thank you, Yamakiri, for asking me to write this for you. I loved the experience, and I hope that you liked the way I took your idea and sorta wrote it out for you. Your stories are much better, though, with the descriptions and imagery that I can't compete with and so yeah.

First thing's first: I'll say right now that the people who helped me write this entire story has been the person that talked me out of killing so many characters: bs13. Seriously. I contemplated killing off Elsa in the end, like I did in the first zombie apocalypse story I wrote, but decided not to because Jelsa gets a happy ending hurrah. Plus I bothered her about the story so many times, just stressing about writing and what to do and telling her I was stuck so there, I have to include her in my A/N.

Next thing that helped me write this story was my playlist, namely these bands: Panic! At the Disco, Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, All Time Low, Mayday Parade, and Good Charlotte. (Great to listen to when you need inspiration, or feel sad, or just because they're awesome).

Second: In case you didn't already guess, the chapter titles have all been coming from one song. It is titled "Don't go" by Bring Me The Horizon. Beautiful song, amazing band.

Third: I cannot get over the amount of reviews, favorites, and follows that this story got in only ten chapters. Mainly, my reviewers, who convinced me to keep going with this story, because I wanted to give up several times over this weekend. I shouldn't even have spent time on this story at all because I have major finals tomorrow that I'm supposedly studying for right now. Without those reviewers that reviewed and never gave up on this, it probably would have not been finished. The Jelsa fandom is pretty welcoming, for the most part, and I'm glad to have gotten to know some great fans of the ship.

Here is a list of people that make this story a reality and keep me going:

JW

peanutbutterandgarlicgirl

wintersnowdayx

Guest

bs13

EloquentEbony

007

Shimmer Shine

DeniseAgron

Choco Vanilla Milk

nightmarefiore

qweenwillow

MissJordanMajdoch

FrostSapphire

I shall write a epilogue if enough people review and ask for one. Because otherwise, it's open-ended. I can't believe it's finally finished and done with, so here's the last chapter of Disasterology, finishing off with its last song. I figured it ought to end with the song that started the entire thing:

"If it's the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love!"Disasterology by Pierce the Veil.

February 17

Jack's fingers shakily reload his gun, hot tears streaming down his face, pressing himself flat against the crumbling brick wall that is his only savior.

He can still hear it. Ringing in his ears.

Elsa's cry for help.

It probably had only been minutes since he heard it. But he feels like it's been two seconds ago. He didn't go to help her. Dammit, where was Rapunzel? Hadn't she been with Elsa? Where was Astrid? Where was Sandy? Or even Aster? He hadn't seen them since the house they had broken into proved to be full of undead creatures.

He remembers running. Astrid tried to stick with him. They got separated on the second floor of the house, when she fell through broken stairs. Stupid Jack. Why didn't you help her? Oh, right, because she yelled at you not to. Because they were gaining on the two and Jack had to get away.

Zombie hunting isn't pretty.

Fuck, it's not even ugly. It's gruesome and terrible and it's a constant reminder that the good ones die young. Jack doesn't want to think that Elsa's died. She's come so far and recovered so much. Or any of them, for the matter. He doesn't want to admit it to himself yet, but he knows it's inevitable: he'd been just as distressed if they died like his family. In a way, they're his new family. Jack clutches at the wall and stands, gun splayed out to face anyone that might surprise him as he rounds the corner.

There's nothing there. But then there is.

He presses the trigger repeatedly as if it were a machine gun, fells the bullets whizz past and find new homes in the sagging green flesh of his companions. He watches them fall. He watches as they don't move. He shoots them more times than is necessary and maybe that's just what he needs.

He's scared, he's horrified, he's running as fast as he can as soon as these things are killed.

Jack runs down those stairs, taking them three at a time, gun flopping at his side. He thinks that maybe this mission's gone wrong.

He doesn't want to think that.

"Elsa?" he calls, banging on any open door he encounters, finally pausing before one at the end of the hall. "Elsa!"

He hears a soft cry, but it's not the usual sobbing he might encounter a member of his team producing.

"Jack," he then hears a teary voice exclaim, one he matches to Rapunzel, who in turn comes out of the room. Her face isn't grief sad, it's a happy face of tears. Jack hopes that it means nothing is wrong, and Rapunzel shoves him into the room.

"Shh," he hears Elsa coo before he actually sees it.

The room is a sight. Broken crib, torn, filthy blankets, blue wallpaper printed with ducks that is tarnished brown with grime, and a broken baby mobile that nearly hits him in the eye.

Sitting on the crib's mattress, on the floor, Elsa cradles a small bundle in her arms and smiles down at it.

"I-" Jack looks around. Astrid's there, so is Sandy, so is Aster, all of them standing by the door.

"Isn't he precious?" Rapunzel asks Jack. "We found him here in this room."

Jack goes to Elsa's side and looks down at it. It's a small baby, maybe around a few months, and it yawns with a small mouth and lifts a tiny hand in an excited manner. Elsa presses a kiss against the baby's hand.

Jack stares at it, still in shock. Here he thought Elsa was in trouble- she must've been, if the zombies had been after her- but she held a baby. A living, breathing being that reminded him of his little sister and he took a step back. The room suddenly feels too small. Elsa's holding a baby.

The story pieces together. No doubt Elsa was calling for help so that someone could fend the zombies off the baby. The zombies... that must've been what they were looking for in the house. A fresh source of meat, small and defenseless and ready as a quick snack. That just makes Jack feel sicker and he starts breathing heavier.

"I cleaned him up," Elsa tells Jack softly. He forces a smile. "Whoever left him, it was recent. He hadn't been changed in at least two days." Alright. Too much information.

"No bodies?" Jack asks, because bodies, bodies he can do. He can't do babies.

Elsa shakes her head. "None. Some blood-" She tilts her head towards the wallpaper. "I think it must've been his parents."

"His-?" Jack's about to question why she knows it's a boy before common sense kicks in. He peers at the wall paper, and the fading yellow of the ducks is splattered with rusty red, dried stains of blood, and he feels dizzy. Something this innocent and representative of childhood stained with death. A baby, so little and helpless, probably watched as his parents were murdered- and then, the baby gave a little coo and kicked eagerly in Elsa's arms.

"Can we keep him?" Rapunzel begs, and she bounces on her heels.

"We can't leave him," Elsa says, and she stands. "Jack, will you hold him while we take him back to the safe house?"

"No," Jack blurts before he can stop himself. Everyone stares. "I-I mean, not right now. I can't."

"Okay," Elsa mutters, but her blue eyes connect with Jack's and they speak volumes. She's worried. "Aster?"

"Hand the little bugger over here," Aster smiles- actually smiles- and Jack has to look twice to make sure that this is the same man who threatened to kill him. Elsa lays the baby in Aster's arms, and Aster keeps his smile.

"You alright?" Astrid asks Jack in a low voice as they leave this house. Sandy and Rapunzel carry supplies they've scavanged, Aster carries the baby, and Elsa strides ahead.

"Fine," Jack keeps his eyesight on Elsa's back. "Just fine."

February 19

"It likes soup," Hiccup says fondly. "Shame there's no milk."

"It?" Tooth gives Hiccup a swat. "He is a cutie! Look at him!" Then, suddenly, her eyes goes wide. "How long do you think it'll take him to grow teeth?" Her fingers move to probe at the baby's gums.

"Alright, sheila, hands off the kid," Aster sits down next to Tooth and grins, taking Tooth's small wrist.

"Sorry," Tooth shrugs her shoulders sheepishly. To everyone else, she informs them, "I just love teeth."

Jack looks at the three at the table. The baby's propped up in a makeshift baby seat courtesy of Hiccup, made of smooth wood, free of splinters due to Hiccup's precision with sawing them off. He smiles, kicks, and makes little noises whenever Hiccup brings a silver spoon of chicken broth to his mouth.

Toothless comes up behind Jack and gives him a nod. Jack looks at him and gives a brief nod back.

"I'm not going to say anything," Toothless says in a manner that means his is going to say something, "But everyone's been pretty excited about the kid. Even Merida, and she's been blaming me for sticking her with a child for months. Except for you."

"It's a baby," Jack says, "I don't know what's the big deal."

Toothless nods, and he looks at the three crowded around the baby. "It is pretty cute." Jack huffs.

"Does he have a name?" Tooth asks excitedly.

"Jamie."

Jack, along with the others, turn to face Elsa, who walks into the kitchen. She sits down on the table, apart from the baby and the rest.

"His name. I found it in his room. It's Jamie," Elsa says.

"Jamie!" Tooth exclaims. The baby looks at her and gurgles. "Oh, it is his name!"

Jamie is an ordinary baby. Blue eyes, brown hair, he smiles at anyone that looks at him in a caring way. Jack doesn't know why he's so conflicted over the presence of a baby.

"Does he need to get changed?" Tooth asked. "Oh, Hiccup, burp him! Every baby has to burp after he eats."

Hiccup lifts Jamie from his seat and lays his small body over his shoulder, patting his back gingerly. "Why do babies burp?"

"Typical only child," Tooth says, and Jack knows that Hiccup probably told her all about his childhood sob story (mom died, dad raised him but never liked him), and she lays her hand over Hiccup's, showing him the right amount of pressure, firm but soft. "I had so many sisters growing up, and I always changed them."

"He's not- oh, gross. There. He's not burping, he's vomiting!" Hiccup groans as Jamie spits up over his shirt, and Jack laughs.

Jamie gives a small smile and coos.

"He is so cute!" Tooth declares.

"Cute? He just threw up on me!" Hiccup moans.

Tooth takes Jamie from Hiccup. Jamie instantly starts fretting, little hands outstretched towards Elsa.

"Look, he wants to go with Elsa," Tooth admires him. "It's like he thinks she's his mommy!"

For some reason, Jack feels his stomach drop.

Elsa takes Jamie and laughs as he bounces around in her arms, and then she gives the baby a kiss. Jack wants to feel jealous, but he can't. She looks happy, genuinely happy since Anna left, and he doesn't want that smile on her face to ever go away.

He wants to see that smile for the rest of his life.

February 28

Everyone loves Jamie.

Merida and Rapunzel laugh as they change his diapers (made of torn cloth, because Rapunzel can sew).

Toothless smiles as he feeds him. It's usually him or Aster that lay him to sleep on a mattress, and everyone takes turns keeping him in their room. Jack's thankful that Jamie hasn't slept with him and Elsa yet.

Even Astrid, tough as she lets on to be, plays with him, while Hiccup attempts to play along with the baby as well - Jamie's a little afraid of Hiccup for some reason.

Tooth's a natural with the kid, and she and Sandy always try and teach him things (though Jack wants to remind them that this baby can't be more than four months old).

Flynn pretends he's too cool for the baby, but Jack's caught him talking to Jamie in a silly voice a few times.

And Elsa... Elsa has taken a real shine to Jamie. Jamie prefers Elsa out of everyone, it seems, and Elsa always loves to spend time with him.

Jack tells himself that he isn't jealous of a baby, because that would be ridiculous, but he kind of is.

Today, for example, Elsa's changing his diaper and Hiccup's cooking for Jamie. Jack just watches.

"You're a sweet little baby, aren't you?" Elsa nuzzles Jamie's nose and the baby gurgles. "Yes you are-"

Jack wants to vomit.

"Here comes the sun-" Hiccup's singing from the kitchen. Actually singing. Singing an old song Jack remembers from his childhood, by a popular band he can't quite place, and Hiccup never sings.

He knows that he should feel glad, that everyone's finally acting happy, but he can't because he feels like everyone's moving on without him. They've all lost their original path as a team, and he can't stand it. So he exits the room and hopes no one notices.

No one does.

March 4

"You don't mind if he sleeps here, right?" Elsa lays Jamie down on the mattress, right next to where Jack is lying down.

"You're going to put him down anyway, aren't you."

"Uh-huh," Elsa places the baby and wraps him up in blankets, washed fresh by Rapunzel.

Jack watches the baby kick and struggle in the blankets and hears Elsa laugh, eyes smiling. He scoots over a little bit so that the three of them can all lay down comfortably.

Jamie makes a sudden loud noise and his hands splay onto Jack's sleeve.

"He likes you," Elsa whispers. "Pick him up."

Uncertainly, Jack reaches for the baby and his hands cradle his body.

"Hold his head," Elsa says.

Jack places his hand under the baby's neck and let Jamie's head rest on it. His other hand circles around Jamie's small bottom and he lifts him into his arms, sitting up on the mattress. Jamie's eyes start to close and he yawns, his mouth stretching.

Elsa sits next to Jack and places a hand on Jamie's head, brushing his brown hair off the baby's forehead. She moves closer to Jack and Jamie and the three peacefully sit in silence.

"You would be a great father," Elsa murmurs, nudging her head into Jack's neck.

Jack looks down at the baby in his arms, and then at the girl at his side, and he can't help but to feel like this is what he's always wanted.

He shouldn't want it, he doesn't deserve it, but he wants to keep it anyway. He feels like there's so many moments like these that he can just grasp in his hands and hold but they always slip away like water dripping through cracks.

Once he's sure that Elsa's asleep, and so is Jamie, he lets himself rest. "I love you," he mutters, and this time, he directs it at both.

March 7

"He is such a cute guy," Tooth is saying as Jack walks into the living room. He can see that Tooth, Elsa, Rapunzel, and Merida are all gathered on a couch, Jamie perched in Elsa's arms. Jack ducks behind the door because he feels like this topic is interesting.

"I guess he is," Elsa blushes and strokes Jamie's hair. "Don't tell him I said that. It'll just puff him up."

"Or it'll puff up that stupid hair o' his," Merida rolls her eyes. "Ah dunno how ye stand the lad, Elsa. He's nothin' but a prick."

"A cute prick!" Tooth exclaims. "Have you seen his teeth? Mother of God, they're just like freshly fallen snow. He must be a great kisser. What's he like?"

"Well-" Elsa just blushes deeper. "I-I don't want to talk about it."

"He must be great!" Tooth declares.

"If he's as good of a kisser as Flynn, he would be," Rapunzel dreamily interjects, placing her head on her hands. "Come on, Elsa, we've got to know!"

"It's probably because the lassie doesn' want tae share anythin' about Frost," Merida says, "An' who can blame her. He's naught but a pain in the arse and he must stink at kissin'."

Thanks, Merida, Jack thinks. You never disappoint.

"Oh, but besides that. Have you seen the way the two of you act?" Tooth moves on excitedly. "Someday, when I find the person I love, he's going to look at me the way Jack looks at you, Elsa."

"Love?" Elsa mutters. Jamie gurgles and kicks. "Jack doesn't love me."

"Of course he does. You can see it," Tooth says. "Just the way he smiles when he sees you. When he acts all jealous because Aster's got a little crush on you-"

Hold on, this was the first time Jack heard about this. Well, he'd better squash that guy's hopes quicker than-

"I don't know," Elsa chews her bottom lip. "I've already decided that I'm going to- adopt Jamie, sort of. Not legally, because that's not possible, just raise him like my son. But what kind of guy wants to be with a girl that has a kid?"

"A good one," Merida says, no doubt thinking of Toothless, "And no offense, but Jack's probably not up fer that."

As if, Merida. Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.

"What do you mean?" Rapunzel questions. "Jack's great with Jamie. Okay, not great, but he's trying."

"Exactly. Tryin'. Ye and I know Jack better than anyone here, Punzel, and that's why we both know how he gets around kids. Remember his sister?" Merida says.

"So he's still upset over Emma," Rapunzel mutters. Her voice lowers even more. "I'm still sad about my mother."

"Everyone's sad," Merida says, and her voice cracks, probably thinking of her own parents and brothers. "That's not the point. The thing is, Elsa, if Jack doesn't like ye the way ye are, than he's not the guy ah think he is. Even if he's a stupid arsehole he's in love with yeh."

"I see," Elsa says, and when she lifts her head, Jack can see that she's crying, but happy tears. Jamie seems to sense that she's sad so he smiles a gap toothed smile and kicks in her arms. Elsa laughs through her tears and kisses his head. "I-I don't know."

"Ah don't blame ye if you don't love 'im back, honestly, no sane girl would like Frost-" Merida jabbers on.

Shut up, Merida.

"I think it's sweet," Tooth says, "He totally would raise Jamie with you. The two of you, as parents, with a baby-"

"I-" Elsa looks at Jamie again.

"Oh, it's a shame about the zombie hunting," Rapunzel laments. "I guess if you guys want to keep doing that, well-"

"We're not going to be doing this for the rest of all our lives," Tooth points out. "There's got to be an alternative."

"Think of Anna and Kristoff," Merida adds. On the side, Rapunzel tells Tooth the story. "Those two crazy kids went an' found happiness."

Elsa's completely still and she clutches Jamie a little tighter. "They could be dead right now."

"No, no, they're not," Rapunzel quickly interjects, seeing as Elsa's getting that same blank look in her eyes she had the day Anna left. "They're just fine and that's all. What Merida is trying to say is that maybe we should all- you know- go our separate ways."

"Dissemble the team?" Elsa looks at all of them.

"Yer the leader, lass," Merida says softly. "It's your choice."

"If it's what you all want," Elsa mutters.

"It doesn't really matter to me," Rapunzel pauses. "I mean, there's got to be something out there, right? We're not the only survivors."

"If there are other survivors, there might be a town or something," Merida suggests.

"Oh!" Tooth perks up. "I've heard things; from other people when we were traveling, about a town that people might have inhabited. Apparently, that's where all the surviving doctors and teachers and anyone have gone. That there's actual houses and stores and that people live like they used to. But; it's just tales. No one I talked to knew where it was."

"If we could find that place, it would solve so much!" Rapunzel says. "Any ideas?"

"They mentioned in the Los Angeles Area," Tooth says, "But I don't know how far away that is."

"Three day journey," Elsa says, "If my calculations are correct, the way we've been traveling."

Merida bites her lip. "Is it worth it?"

"If you guys think so," Elsa smiles, and she looks at Jamie.

Jack feels his blood run stale.

March 8

It's not like he likes zombie hunting. But it's all he knows. What is he supposed to do? Just give it up? It's hard to fathom. He'll live like he used to.

But he's not sure if he wants to. It's his outlet, it's his way of avenging his family, and there's no one that's more important.

Unfortunately, he knows that that isn't true. There's someone else that he ranks high above everyone else.

Elsa.

Truthfully, if she wanted to give up zombie hunting, he'd say yes. Yes to going with her.

March 12

Tooth, Aster, and Sandy have left. They declined Elsa's offers about joining the team or traveling with them to this so-called city. Instead, they expressed wishes of seeing everyone again someday.

The only thing Jack does is accept Sandy's warm handshake, Tooth's excited hug (and a pull at his lips with her fingers) and a half-hearted goodbye from Aster.

Jack makes sure Aster is an acceptable distance from Elsa when they both bid each other goodbye.

March 22

Elsa tells them all about the city. Jack makes sure to act excited or impassive and somehow has a weird look on his face the entire time.

They all agree to try and look for it.

Jack doesn't sleep that night.

March 23

It's cold outside and the wind is blowing, but a group of nine people struggle against the stinging breeze. They're loaded with guns, ammo, food, and blankets.

Flynn and Rapunzel walk off on the side together. Astrid and Hiccup argue about something. Merida is walking too fast and Toothless is fretting over if she's supposed to do that when she's pregnant. Jack hangs back at the end of the group, supposing that he ought to walk with Elsa in the front of the group, but he can't. She's keeping Jamie close to her heart, blankets covering him head to toe so he won't catch cold, and she leads the group with the dignity of a queen.

It's such a long time since he called her Queen Elsa.

March 24

Flynn and Rapunzel are the first to leave the group. It's not like they planned it, either. Walking through the countryside, Rapunzel spots a house that's something only she would find beautiful. She decides that she wants to stay, seeing the flowers blooming and a small garden prospering, with a spring only a little distance away.

The others disagree, at first, but Rapunzel wants to be there among the grass and flowers. Flynn, of course, loving her, wants to stay with her.

There's a teary hug by Rapunzel who cries about missing them all and that no matter what, that they'd always be a family, plus a one-handed back slap by Flynn and Jack and the others are on their way again.

March 25

Hiccup and Astrid leave next. They might be an odd couple, who always fight, and manage to anger each other before the day is done, but they find themselves a house surrounded by scrap metal and rusty tools, most likely once a car garage, and Hiccup fell in love.

Elsa worries that they might not find food or that they might run into trouble, but Astrid insists that they have plenty of canned food, and well, what was a little raid once in a while? Maybe, like Rapunzel had planned to do in her country home, they'd plant a garden. Hiccup said that weapons were not a problem for him and that they'd come easy.

Leaving them is harder than yesterday. Maybe it's because Hiccup was always there when Jack needed him and Astrid was always snarky but welcome whenever she spoke to Jack.

"Take care of yourself," Hiccup hugs Jack, and Jack hugs him back.

"Don't die or I'll punch you in the face," is Astrid's goodbye, but then she's crying and Jack hugs her tighter than he did with Hiccup.

March 26

They stop for rest. Toothless builds a campfire and offers first watch, but Jack takes it and Toothless falls asleep spooning Merida.

Elsa lays Jamie down in a mass of blankets and joins Jack where he's perched on a tree stump.

"You've been avoiding me," she mumbles. Jack turns to look at her, all beautiful, hair pinned back in her neat braid, but the white standing out in the night. Blue eyes shine with worry and hurt and Jack lets himself touch her after days of not doing so, just curling an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close.

"I don't know anymore."

Elsa looks up at him. "It's okay, you know," she murmurs. "Not being ready to settle down. I understand."

"It's not you, it's me."

"I get that," Elsa says calmly. "And if you don't want to come to the city with us, say the word. You can keep zombie hunting."

"It won't be the same," Jack admits, "Without the team. I already miss them. I just don't know if I want to keep living like I have been, when I've got a chance to live again."

"We talked about getting a house together," Elsa says quietly. "Me, Jamie, Merida and Toothless. We want you there. I-" she blushes and looks down. "I want you there. I guess that if you want, I'll leave you alone-"

"Don't go."

Jack knows what she's trying to say, that she wants him to live with her and Jamie and be a happy family or whatever. Elsa is tense under his arms and he relaxes, and gradually, so does she.

"I want to be with you, too," Jack mutters. "No- I don't want to be with you, Elsa. I need to be with you." He turns to look her in the eye. "I've been loosing my mind, not having you here, and maybe I want to- Jesus fucking Christ, I sound like a sap."

"No," Elsa smiles, relieved that he feels the same way she does. "I like you when you're sappy. Go on."

"I guess I want to marry you," Jack blurts out.

"So, this is your strange idea of a marriage proposal."

"No- goddamnit, Elsa, I love you. There. I said it," Jack says.

Elsa's eyes soften carefully and she slowly, tentatively, leans in to give Jack a kiss.

Her lips are cold and so are his and neither of them mind, because it brings back memories and pleasant things and when Elsa boldly sucks on his lower lip, her lets his hand run through her hair and unpin it from her hairstyle. They probably kiss for a long time, molding into each other, exploring their lips and letting their hands take a few stolen caresses over their backs, necks, faces, anyplace they can reach.

"I love you, too," Elsa says when they finally part. "Yes, I'll marry you."

"I knew you'd come around."

Elsa can't help it, she rolls her eyes. "Cocky, aren't you?"

"Hmm- who just accepted my proposal?" Jack presses a kiss to Elsa's neck. "You're stuck with me."

"I don't mind," Elsa pulls him in for another kiss.

March 28

The city is just like they imagined. It's bustling and busy and full of people, and the weary travelers pause before a giant gate.

Instantly they're being ushered by a kind nurse who wants them all to undergo medical checks and and to insure that they're okay, and they're all yanked towards a building.

It's a luxury, just to sit on a bed and wash up properly. Jack knows that if Hiccup was here that he would want to wonder how they could get irrigation and plumbing connected in the city and other stuff like that.

Life is actually looking up for everything. They're promised placement into a house, regular medical visits, and food, just like how it used to be. Merida and Toothless have an ultrasound and are delighted to discover that their baby is healthy and fine, though they don't know the sex or they won't tell because Jack honestly has no idea how the process works.

Today, Elsa and Jack get a small apartment, next door to Merida and Toothless. It's barren, tiny, with a few beds and appliances that Jack has missed. A stove, for one. How long has it been since they cooked on one? Open flame and tin, rusted pots have been all they functioned with all these months. Then a microwave. A gift from the Gods, more like.

Then there's the food that he hasn't had in such a long time, vegetables and fruits that the people in the city have been growing. Jack wishes that the group had all stayed together at this point of time, because life can finally be normal again.

There's a bathroom with a working toilet and bath and Jack can safely say that using a toilet is much better than using the woods. Safer, too. Elsa laughs when he tells her this, and gets offended when he asks how she used to go.

A bedroom with a crib for Jamie and then a bed for the two of them. An actual bed. Jack sits on it like a little kid might for about ten minutes, and Elsa literally has to pull him away to go see the washing machine and the fireplace.

It's a beautiful house. Not beautiful in extravagance or even decorations, but just because of the people there that made it a home. Standing next to him, overlooking the city through a window, there is the reason he's home.

Elsa looks at Jack and passes him Jamie, and Jack accepts the baby.

"He's waking up," Elsa smiles down at him. "Oh, he's going to be a crazy child. I can tell." Jamie kicks his small legs and stretches his hands towards Elsa, spitting up a little.

Jack kisses Jamie's head. "He is our kid, after all."

"Our kid?" Elsa looks at Jack, and he can see the start of tears forming in her eyes.

"Our kid," Jack confirms, giving Jamie another kiss. Cradling him in one arm, Jack takes his other hand and intertwines it with Elsa's.

"Our kid," Elsa repeats blissfully, and she leans up to look at Jack again.

"I love you, you know."

"Yeah, I do. I think I love you too."

"As if. You always knew."

"Cocky."

"You know you love it."

"No- I just love you."

"You get the whole package, honey."

"I can't believe I'm marrying you."

"Get used to it."

"I guess I still love you."

"I couldn't stop loving you if I tried."

Jack leans down to give Elsa a kiss.