Ta-daaaaa. It's over. I do not want to go without thanking everyone who has followed, commented, tucked into favorites this. You are great, everyone :)

Thanks to OnlyNaomily. Hahahaha I don't know if this could be a movie or not, but it's good to hear that, really. Thanks for your comments and your support.

Thanks to Larissa because her last comment was lovely.

Finally, thanks to SpanishLily because she's ace. This is for her, because I know it will cheer her a little bit up :)

That's all. Hope you'll enjoy the last.

9. PANDORA MOON.

She heard three knocks on her door and she smiled, grabbing her glass of lemonade. She missed him, of course she did, but she was trying to fix her things.

And fuck, she was relaxed, but that changed when she saw Thomas, standing on her door breathing heavily. Pandora wanted too bad to slam the door on his face, but he put his toe on the door, so he blocked it.

"Just fucking listen to me, Panda."

The girl mumbled. "I don't have anything to talk with you."

"Well..." He said, breathing. "I do, and the Pandora I know, my Panda, she would listen to me because she's the sweetest and the kindest girl I've ever met, so... please?" And the girl just shrugged, opening the door. It wasn't a good idea, but her heart was bouncing so bad on her chest, because she loved him, madly. "OK, I'm not a prince. I'm not the cool guy who-"

"I've never ever said that I wanted those things, Thomas." She argued.

"I love you." And Pandora opened her eyes because she had never heard that before. "I love you to the bits, and I want you to be my girl forever, Pandora, but just..."

And he shut up, and he shut up so hard because she kissed him.

And Tommo had to smile, hugging her girl. "OH my God, I really thought that..."

"I love you too, OK?" She said, caressing his cheek with a thumb, smiley. That was Panda. "Come on. I've bake your fave' cake..."

And Thomas raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Don't look at me like that, honey, I was waiting for you. I've been waiting for you so much time."

Yeah, that was Panda.

8. JEREMIAH JONES. JJ.

Three months later.

He was watching some TV, yawning. He was on the Police's Corp again and he was enjoying it again.

And Lara was by his side and he was enjoying that, again, because when he cuddled in his couch, with his wife, watching a NFL match while their son was playing in his room, life could fuck off.

Their phone rang, then, and Lara grabbed it, with a smile on her face. "Jones house. Yeah. Huh." She stared at his husband. "Love, this is for you."

And Jeremiah took the phone, smiling. "Jeremiah speaking."

/"Jeremiah? Come on, have you became an old man or..."

And he had to laught when he recognized that voice, and he stood up. "It's so good to hear you."

/"I am missing you too. Really. How are Lara and the little Bert?"

"Dandy." He replied, looking at her wife, who had changed the TV channel. He smiled, then. "So good, really. And you? What are you doing, Campbell?"

And when he heard their laught, because he recognized two voices, he thought that maybe, Campbell was with that bad girl (and he had to smile because she sounded so fucking happy).

/"Las Vegas, man. You would like this, man, so huge... OH, one thing! The motorbike... it's yours. Do whatever you want with it."

"Seriously?"

/"Yeaaah! We wouldn't pass by there for a while, do you know?"

He laughed. "I hear you are OK."

/"Yeah... we are all right, JJ. My God, how late it is! I have to cut this lovely call but I will talk with you when I'll have a moment, OK?"

"Yeah, I will wait for it." He heard her friend sight (happiness sight) and he smiled, again. It was so good, to heard that. It was so fucking good. "Take care, Campbell."

"Always, officer." She said, before hanging down the call and he smiled, going to the living again, when his wife was watching the TV while she ate chips.

Life was too good, damn. "Naomi?" Her wife asked, and JJ nodded. "I have always liked that girl."

"Such a liver." He said, sitting again on the couch. "But yeah... a good girl. A good friend, in fact."

Lara kissed his husband cheek and then, they stared at the screen.

Yeah... life was so fucking dandy.

7. FREDERICK McCLAIR.

His tomb was alone in the middle of the cemetery of San Francisco. No one had left a flower for him in two months, no. Not even Karen, who never had stood him, even a little.

Maybe Freddie had what he deserved, maybe not, but it was a fact.

Pure reality.

6. THOMAS TOMONE. TOMMO.

Three months later.

"The fuck, this is huge." Murmured Thomas when he looked at the lights of the streets and Pandora shushed him, because she was recording it all with her camera.

They had gathered them at the airport and when Thomas and Pandora had seen these great streets, they were unable to stop opening their mouths in amazement. Emily smiled, used to that, and delighted that Naomi will take along with them as well.

The blonde was driving. They had a flat with two rooms in one of the quietest neighborhoods in Las Vegas (and yeah, both loved their new life). Thomas and Pandora were visiting them for a week because Emily never stopped talking with him, because he was a really good friend.

Thomas smiled, grabbing Pandora's hand and enjoying the views. "What do you think about the people who comes here to be married, dressed as Elvis and Marylin, Cherry?"

And Emily laughed because she had missed his friend. "Bollocks. Why?"

"Because I'm going to marry her, dressed by Elvis and I did not know if a black Elvis would look good or what..." And neither Emily nor Naomi couldn't help the chuckle that raised their throats and they bursted out laughing.

The blonde replied. "I don't know about Elvis, but I think that a black Marylin would look awesome."

"Shame." Said Pandora, giggling. "That is my paper."

And they laughed, again, because it was difficult not to.

5. NAOMI CAMPBELL. NAI.

Two days after the 'great an awesome wedding', Pandora and Thomas came back home and the girls were alone, again, on their flat.

Naomi was working as a Security Staff in a hotel, on the middle of the big city, and she liked it. Her job was quite amusing, with the shows and all, and the payment was rather good. Emily pulled a tattoo artist license and since then she hadn't stopped creating, and what art, God! Another of the many things that Naomi loved of her, was the amazing talent that the redhead had. She worked in a modest tattoo store where they lived and she was crazily happy.

They found their spot in that city and they were more than OK, together.

Naomi arrived a little bit late, that night, but when her girlfriend hugged her, every single thing was better.

"How's been your day, hun?"

The blonde grabbed something that was buried in her pocket and handed it to Emily. "Saturday. Two passes for the Caesars Palace show."

"My God, how the..."

The blonde kissed her. "I have some contacts, you know?" And they giggled, together, because Naomi made it sound like 'bad girl stuff' and it was hilarious. And sexy, so fucking sexy, so Emily kissed her, deeply.

"I fucking love you, you my blonde mafia's leader."

Naomi loved her back and she kissed her cheek, sweetly. She went to their room, to leave her security uniform and then she appeared on the living, wearing just her underwear. "By the way! I've been thinking..." Emily cocked an eyebrow. "I want a tattoo. An 'E' and a heart, here, on my hip." She pointed the zone and Emily smiled.

"Are you sure?"

And Naomi nodded. "Of course I am, we're Naomi and Emily, I need a tattoo to show the world the fucking amazing, lovely and full of talent girlfriend I have."

And Emily laughed, shaking her head and kissing her girlfriend.

Girlfriend. It sounded so amazing, yeah...

4. JAMES COOK. COOK.

He sat on that bar. Smiling.

The police wasn't following him anymore and he was so fucking relaxed.

He didn't want to see a gun in his fucking life and he was celebrating it, with a truly smile on his face.

His life was going to start that night, he had that feeling, so he downed his pint and staring at the waitress, he just spoke. "How much do I owe you, princess?"

And when he heard that grin, he knew that his life, his lucky, was going to change that night. "This on the house. And... let me." She grabbed a pen and a paper and she wrote something. "It's unusual to see young people here, do you know?"

He read it. It was a number, a phone number, he guessed, and it was signed by a name, 'Carrie', and a heart.

Yeah, he liked that. "I'm James." He said, because he wasn't that Cook anymore.

He didn't want to be.

3. KATIE FITCH. KFF.

"My fucking Gosh, Katie, I sweat that if you bring me to another..."

Katie remained shocked, there. She felt something. Something different, great... she panicked.

"Babe."

But Effy continued yelling. "You know I hate going shopping and..."

Katie sighed, and then she made Effy stop. "ELIZABETH STONEM, THE FUCKING BABY IS COMING, LIKE, NOW, SO IF YOU DON'T-"

"OH. My. Fucking. God." She murmured, and then, she did what she had to do.

She called a taxi.

2. ELIZABETH STONEM. EFFY.

Effy hugged Naomi, with the greatest smile on her face and the blonde laughed. "How's life, mummy?"

"Shut the fuck up..."

Katie sighed, holding the girl in her arms. "Effy, stop swearing in front of our child. Now."

And Effy sighed, smiling, because she couldn't be happier, and when she carried the little boy on her arms and showed him to Naomi, she knew that she was so happy, and that was unbreakable.

Emily entered on the room a couple of minutes later, with a huge teddy bear on her arms, but when she saw the little kid, on Effy's arms, she threw the teddy to the bear. "Katie, he's so... wonderful." She said, caressing the cheek of the boy, carefully.

They hugged each other, with a smile on their faces and Katie laughed. "Of course he's wonderful, he's my son."

"What's his name?" Asked Naomi, sitting on a chair.

Effy and Katie stared at each other, smiling. "Liam. Liam Steven Fitch - Stonem." Replied the eldest twin.

"Liam." Said Emily, smiling. "Yeah, that's a cool name, don't you think, kiddo? I am your auntie and I'm gonna spoil all your childhood with enormous teddys and sweets."

Naomi smiled. She knew, in that moment, that Emily loved kids and she was determined to grow a family with her, with that little redhead who had made her world spin.

"Welcome to the family, little Liam."

1. EMILY FITCH. EMS.

When Emily opened that door, she felt incredibly better. She had loved New York, but when she arrived home, THEIR home, she couldn't help but smile, laying on the couch and sighing.

Naomi did the same, leaving the suitcase on the floor, thing that made Emily laugh. "Home, sweet home, huh?"

The blonde nodded, sitting on the couch and hugging the waist of her girlfriend. "I liked New York, and little Liam is totally ace but..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Said the little redhead in a mumble. She closed her eyes, resting her head in Naomi's chest. "I love this."

Naomi kissed Emily's forehead, smiling. "Yeah, me too."

The little redhead smiled, staring at the other girl. "Do you think they're OK? Katie and Effy?"

"Why?" Asked Naomi.

Emily just shrugged. "They were arguing with each other like, every time. I don't know..."

"Considering that Katie is like the easiest person ever to have an argument..." Murmured Naomi. "Yes, I think they are right, Ems. They love each other so crazily, it was crazy to see them when they were young."

Emily smiled, curious. "Why?"

"Because they were like sex buddies and it was clear that they were in love with each other, but..." Naomi sighed. "I guess that everyone has the right to fail. Effy never told her that she loved her and Katie got engaged, that's the story."

The petite girl kissed Naomi's cheek, softly. "I'm glad. You know that I love you."

"Yeah, I do." Murmured Naomi, cuddling with Emily. "And you must know that I love you too."

And Emily smiled, kissing Naomi's lips for once, before falling asleep with her girl, on that couch.

Yeah, they were smiling, really smiling.

The next morning, when they woke up, their backs were sore and Naomi carried Emily to the bed. They fell there and the little redhead hugged her, and for Naomi, being there, intertwined with Emily, was the best position ever.

Emily smiled, kissing Naomi's forehead. "Thanks for giving me hope, Naoms. I wouldn't have make it without you."

"Babe, you're Emily. You would have done every fucking thing you wanted to do." Murmured Naomi, between a yawn. "My fucking God, I'm so knackered."

Emily smiled, kissing Naomi again, because when the blonde said that things, Emily was happy.

And Emily believed her, obviously she did, because she knew that Naomi was so genuine. And Emily liked that.

When her gorgeous girlfriend fell asleep again in her arms, Emily thought that she was the best of her life.

She closed her eyes, too, and she fell asleep again.

Everything was calmed. Naomi wasn't the blonde copper anymore, Emily wasn't that dangerous girl named Cherryhead.

They were just Naomi and Emily, and it was so much better.

[...]

Take me, I'm alive

Never was a girl with a wicked mind

But everything looks better

When the sun goes down

I had everything

Opportunities for eternity

And I could belong to the night

Your eyes, your eyes

I can see in your eyes, your eyes

You make me wanna die

I'll never be good enough

You make me wanna die

And everything you love

Will burn up in the light

And every time I look inside your eyes

You make me wanna die

THE END.

I'm a huge fan of happy endings, you see. Sorry if I disappoint you but the first chapter I wrote was chapter 19, so... that's it :)

(And the last song of this story is You Make Me Wanna Die, by The Pretty Reckless).

Well, now I'm working on Rocking, so see you there.

#MARV.

PD: Thanks for making me enjoy writing again.