A/N: I didn't really have any more story, don't want to force anything that would suffer in 'quality' (such as it was). I want to thank all those who reviewed, and PM'd me. The support was very encouraging. I have a sequel in mind set it in this AU.
Epilogue
It had been 30 days in a row that she'd had woken up in the morning as Mrs. El Wheeler. Her dad, Mike's mom, and Max had cried like babies at the wedding. The Party was a little better at covering it up. Mike and El had exchanged their promises. They had done it within three days of meeting, of course, so this was just a formality.
This was also the the fifth day in a row that El had woken up in bed without Mike beside her. She knew where he was, sitting in front of his computer, the one he used to write with. She was worried, she got up and walked to his writing room, hugged in from behind, nuzzling his neck before kissing it.
"Nothing?
"Nothing, El. I don't know what to write, all my books centred around this one character, I lived vicariously through that character. He was lonely, wanted adventure, you know what the say 'write what you know'. So it was easy, a lot of what I felt, was in that character. The stories practically wrote themselves."
El swung around and sat sideways in his lap her hands clasped behind his neck, "but now you're happy, you don't have anything to work with."
"Happier than I've ever been, so yeah." He looked up to her, El leaned in and gave him a soft kiss.
"Well you have you're answer, you just told me." El said smiling.
"I did?" Mike was confused now.
"Write what you know." El said simply.
Mike thought for a few seconds…"you think I should write a love story?"
"Only if you have inspiration," El looked at him shyly. "Can you think of any love story that would practically write itself?"
A slow smile spread across Mike's face…"um, I think I do. I think I have exactly the story I want to tell. Thanks El…"
El leaned in and kissed him again. "I can't wait to read it."
"You will like it"
"Promise?"
"Promise"
Mike started typing:
"I will open the door for you" a young woman's almost staccato voice said beyond his vision.