Last chapter. I know, that sounds sad, but I'm actually happy because I have a surprise in store for everyone that will be posted as soon as I'm finished updating this. Anyways, you know there will be an epilogue, there always is, so watch for that after I post a new chapter of Back From the Dead. Anyways, this has been a fun story to write and I'm glad people have enjoyed it. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and I hope you do for this chapter and the epilogue.

"Nic, Nic, will you be pressing charges?" Spiederman mocked the paparazzi as Tommy's Range Rover pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"Oh, no," Nic joked. "I just love Jordan Avery. Even though he did this, I really think that he and I will just be best friends."

Jude laughed from the front seat. "I just can't comprehend why they do that, you know? I've been asked the most ridiculous questions. Umm, 'Jude, are you really pregnant with twins? Jude, how did Tom feel about you leaving him for Darius Mills?' Oh, and my personal favorite, 'Jude, with cancer, how long do you have to live?' They make a joke out of terminal illness."

"That's sick," Tommy added. "And Darius over me? Come on."

"Oh, God," Nic murmured. "I would totally pick Darius over you, even if you weren't my brother."

"I wouldn't," Jude jumped in. "So you don't need to worry."

Nic leaned her head on Spiederman's shoulder. "What happened at the police station?"

"Well, I took that picture you had from Halloween in," Jude explained. "They think they have a pretty good case against him so far, but they're going to want a statement and it's probably going to court and if you don't willingly go, you could be subpoenaed by the prosecutor."

"Why wouldn't she want to testify?" Spiederman scoffed. "After everything he did, she should be thrilled to lock him away."

Nic was momentarily silent. "I don't want to relive some of that stuff."

"Oh," Spiederman murmured. "I'm sorry."

"No," she shook her head, "it's okay. I know you're just trying to help; it's just, some of the stuff that happened was a little traumatic and it took a while for me to suppress it, so bringing it back up won't be fun."

Tommy pulled up to Nic's townhouse, which was, as they'd expected, surrounded by paparazzi.

"Shit," he grumbled. "Is there a back entrance?"

"Yeah, for deliveries," Nic confirmed. "Let me call the clubhouse and see if they'll let us in that way." She pulled out her Sidekick and dialed a quick numbed. "Hi, Lyle, this is Nic Quincy from 4B." She paused to listen. "Yes, I know the front is surrounded by paparazzi, that's why I'm calling. Could you let is in through the service entrance?" Another pause. "Great. Thanks, Lyle." She shut her phone. "Drive back out and down to the alley; he'll watch on the cameras and open the gate for us," she instructed Tommy.

He did as he was told and barely made it through the gate before it shut on top of the paparazzi.

"Stop here," she advised. "This is my building." She sighed. "Thanks for everything, you guys." She picked up her bag and opened her door.

"Nice try," Spiederman said, getting out of his side. "I'm still staying with you; Kyle and Wally went back to 620 but I can't leave you alone yet."

Nic smiled. "Thanks."

Once they were in her house, she dropped her bag in the living room and walked back to her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes as she did so.

"What are you doing?" he wondered. "Not that I'm really complaining."

"I'm tired," she admitted, pulling on a pair of Victoria's Secret sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. "Would you like to take a nap with me?"

"Sure," he agreed, crawling into her bed with her and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. "Do you think you'll hear from Kelleigh and everyone?"

"I'm sure I would if I checked the fourteen messages my phone says I have," she laughed lightly. "I'm just not ready to deal with it all yet; give me a couple of days before I start making appearances and statements."

"Are you still gonna do Fashion Week?" he wondered.

"Contractually, I have to," she said. "Plus, it's what I love doing.

"And leaving?" he whispered. "Are you still gonna do that?"

Nic was silent. "I didn't know you heard all of that."

"Yeah," he told her. "That sucks, Nic. I don't want you to leave."

"I know," she mumbled. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I love you," he said. "What can I do to make you stay with me?"

Silence again. "You love me?"

"Well, yeah," he said. "I thought you knew. I mean, maybe not, cause I did tell you while you were in a coma, but I also told your brother last night while you were sleeping."

"Really?" she smirked. "Right, tell the girl when she's in a coma. But, no matter. Spied, I love you, too. And to be honest, that's all I needed to stay."

He furrowed his brow. "Why?"

"All my life, I've been in relationships with guys who I don't ever think love me," she explained. "They're usually older and more experienced and I'm just the hot arm candy. I'm usually treated poorly, though Jordan was the first to actually physically hurt me, but I guess I think it's what I deserve, so I deal with it cause I always leave in the end. With you, I started to feel like I wasn't good enough because you've been so nice, so I planned on leaving again because I didn't want to let you down."

"Let me down?" he repeated. "Nic, you're the girl of my dreams and not just because you're Nic Hill. You're gorgeous and smart and you make me laugh and you don't tell me to grow up all the time, though I do hear 'shut up' quite a bit. I like that you have insecurities and that you don't always dress up when we're out and that you know music isn't just my hobby. I like that you say your favorite TV show is Grey's Anatomy but that it's really Lipstick Jungle."

"I get it," she interrupted. "You like my imperfections."

"No," he corrected, "I love them. I love you, Nicola Hillary Quincy, whether you like it or not."

"I do like it," she assured him. "Very much."

The following morning, Nic woke up to the ringing of her phone.

"Yeah?" she yawned, noticing that it was her brother. "Tommy, it's 7:45."

"I'm coming to get you," he said quickly. "Tell Vin to be ready in twenty minutes."

She sat up and covered her upper body with her brown sheets. "Why?"

"Jude comes to the studio at 9:20, so I made up a story about a meeting with Darius to set-up the ring and proposal and I'll need your help. After I dropped you yesterday, I talked with the guys in the clubhouse, so I'm picking you up where I left you off yesterday." He hung up.

"Wake up," she advised her nearly naked boyfriend. "Tommy's coming now so we can help with the proposal arrangements before Jude arrives at G."

Spiederman groaned. "It's early."

"I know," she agreed, rolling out of bed, taking the sheet to reveal him in just a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. "Come on, we'll have to shower together cause he'll be here in twenty minutes."

"Mmkay," he muttered incoherently, following her into the bathroom.

At G-Major, Tommy was fumbling everything.

"Tommy," Nic snapped. "Calm down. You're freaking me out."

"It's just, this is going to be the most important day of our lives," he stated nervously. "It has to be completely perfect."

"That is why I'm here," she told him. "Now, where's the ring?"

He pulled the black velvet box from his jeans pocket. "Right here."

She took it from him, walked into studio one and set it carefully on the music stand, open to show the ring. "All you have to do is dim the lights in here and in the booth before she gets here and look good. Right now, you look like total shit."

"Thanks," he said dryly. "I have about an hour before she gets here, so all right. I'll eat something, wash my face, chill out."

"Good," she nodded. "I'm gonna take a nap on your couch. Spiederman is already there."

At 9:15, Jude walked into G-Major and found herself in what seemed like a ghost town. Jamie wasn't on the phone, Portia wasn't measuring Karma or Mason, and the SME boys were wrestling in the lobby. In fact, the lobby was empty. She shrugged and walked into studio one, finding Tommy setting up the sound board.

"Why is it so empty?" she wondered.

"Portia and Nic went to breakfast, the SME boys don't have to come in until 11:30, and Jamie is meeting with some indie band he wants to sign," he reported, lying on the spot, as everyone was really hiding in Darius' office.

Jude set her bag down and removed her coat. "Oh. Well, it's so dark that I thought we were closed today."

"Please," he scoffed. "Darius wouldn't close up shop during a blizzard. I guess with people not being here yet, all the lights aren't on."

"Oh," she said, believing him. She kissed his cheek. "You left so early I didn't get to say 'good morning,' so good morning."

"Good morning," he grinned, ready for what was about to happen. "We're gonna work on 'Little Black Book' this morning because Darius wants it done by noon."

She cracked her neck and walked into her favorite studio and put on her headphones before looking down at the beautiful diamond ring on her music stand. She gasped lightly before looking up at Tommy, only to find him smiling softly and slightly nodding. She picked up the box and examined the ring. It was diamond-cut, not too big, and perfect.

"Is this for real?" she finally whispered.

"Yes," he confirmed, walking into the studio and taking the ring from her, getting down on one knee as he did. He took a deep breath. "Jude, we've been through a lot, you and I. I'm not going to go into our entire history cause that's not your thing, not mine, so I'll come right out and ask you. Jude Elizabeth Harrison, will you marry me?"

Jude looked out the sliding door into the lobby and saw Darius, Portia, Sadie, Kwest, Jamie, Nic, Spiederman, Wally, Kyle, and Mason nodding enthusiastically.

"They all knew?" she realized. "And they kept it from me? Good for them, especially Spied."

"An answer would be nice cause I'm dying down here," he reported.

"Come on," she smirked. "Like I'd ever say no to you, Quincy."

He slid the ring onto her finger, stood up, and kissed her. "I love you, Harrison."

"I love you, too," she murmured between kisses. "And it's about damn time."

"Yay," Nic cheered. "I love weddings."

"Does a wedding mean you'll be staying in Toronto?" Wally asked her. "Jude's not exactly Bridal Barbie, so she'll need as much help as she can get."

Nic eyed Spiederman. "You know, I think Toronto has potential to be a permanent home base on a couple of conditions."

"And those are?" Darius mused.

"Well, I don't want to live alone," she decided. "So, on top of Spiederman moving in, I'd like you two to move in, as well," she addressed Wally and Kyle. "You already have rooms and you live in a dump. 620 is a nice rehearsal space and crash pad, but that's it; it's not livable. I also will have to talk with my team in the States because Kelleigh and company won't be thrilled with that idea. And finally, I want a recording contract."

"You're kidding," Darius stated.

"Absolutely," she giggled. "God, I'll leave music to Thomas. No, seriously, I do want something to do around here when I'm not working, whether I get paid or not."

"Uhh, I have the perfect job for you," Portia spoke up. "My job is a lot for me to handle, with making appearances for everyone and wardrobe and interviews and publicity, so, why don't you take over as head of wardrobe when you can? You'd be a much better stylist than I am, anyways."

"That's true," Nic teased, looking to Darius. "Well, D, can I?"

"I don't see why not?" he shrugged. "It's nice having you around."

The sliding door opened and Jude and Tommy emerged, both smiling as wide as they could.

"Congratulations!" everyone cried, flocking to the newly engaged couple.

"So, I assume that was your idea?" Nic said to Nic. "He's not that creative. His idea was probably to just ask me randomly on the way home or something."

The supermodel patted her brother's shoulder. "Don't blame the guy for trying. He's a guy, after all."

"I would've accepted either way," Jude assured him. "In this relationship, we only need one creative genius and obviously, it's me."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, we really do have to work on 'Little Black Book' because it is due at noon."

"Work, work, work," Jude mumbled, following him back into the studio. "It never ends."

"Never," he confirmed, kissing her once more before going to the booth. "Were you surprised?"

She put on her headphones. "Definitely. I mean, I've wanted it for a long time, but I didn't think it would happen now. You've brought it up but were always a little hesitant."

"I've been ready," he said. "Just afraid you weren't."

"Right," she mused. "Tommy, I've been ready since my sixteenth birthday to marry you, regardless of boyfriends in between."

"Good," he smiled. "All right, are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she nodded as the music started.

"They're gonna make it," Nic sighed as she and Spiederman sat in the lobby, watching Jude record. "And they'll have babies and be happy and grow old together."

He wrapped an arm around her. "Is that something you want?"

"I guess," she replied. "Maybe not kids, but it's probably negotiable. What about you?"

"I know I want to be married," he told her. "I'm probably the same about kids because my life is so hectic and crazy that I'm afraid I'd neglect them and my parents did that to me during their divorce."

"Well, when the time comes, we'll discuss it," she said quietly.

"We?" he repeated. "Are you saying we have a future, Miss Quincy?"

"I'm saying that should be you play your cards right, we just might," she responded.

Please let me play my cards right, he thought to himself as they went back to watching Jude. Please, God.