(This is just a short, happy little epilogue, explaining some things, and... it's a musical! Sort of... well, anyways. Severe fluff and sap warning.

...My god. It's... over. I finished. I... don't know what to say, except, god, I am going to miss this fic. Writing it has become a part of my life for about eight months, and, well, whoa.

But fear not! I have more fics on the way, darlings!

And you never know... some of my characters may show up in another fic.

Anyways, I don't own anything. Anyone who can guess all the songs that I used will get something special, as soon as I figure out what that is. And anyone recognizes Vita marrying them from another fic gets two cookies.)


It had been nine months since I, Lucy Saxon and my Merry Band of Morons had conquered the Pokegods and Team Rocket.

A lot had happened in nine months; namely, we finally found out what was up with Watson.

See, for starters, what had happened is he had been born with no electric powers whatsoever. So in order to use his attacks, he drew electricity from the nearest sources, like Pokeballs, Translators, and previously, MissingMew.

We had yet to find a way around that, but he seemed perfectly content to stay with me, and we could usually get one of the Pokemon to translate what he wanted to say.

Yes, we're getting along quite nicely, I guess.

However, the Grand Festival draws near. Which spelled trouble, mostly because everyone else was bracing themselves for another giant fight between me and Harley.

Would it have happened? Uh, yeah, probably.

But it went something like this; okay, for starters, everyone made it into the Double Battles. Soledad got taken down first, ironically, in a battle with Drew.

Robert beat May, much to his displeasure. I was using Watson, who had by this point evolved into a Luxio, against Milotic, so it went well; Watson stole the electricity from the spotlights, and fired off a very powerful Thunder.

Coordinator after Coordinator was eliminated, and it got to the point where it was Drew, Harley, a girl named Riley, and me.

I beat Riley with Rythric, who had indeed evolved soon after the incident at the Lake, in a battle against her Espeon.

Drew and Harley faced off, Banette against Masquerain. Masquerain lost to a few Thunder/Shadow Ball combos, and soon...

Yeah, you guessed it. It was me and Harley again. By this point in time, the tabloids had had to acquiesce that I was indeed, not pregnant, but they now fueled the fire with basically anything I did. So I knew that most people knew that we had a huge fight about this a year ago; probably why everyone was waiting with bated breath.

He sent out Octillery. I sent out Watson, who arched his back, and flashed white.

"Thunder!" I called, watching the spotlights flicker, and then Watson send out a giant spark of electricity. "Octillery! Octazooka!" Harley said.

He obscured Watson's vision, and as Watson tried to rub it off, he got a Fire Blast in. I sighed. "What to do, what to do..." I got an idea. "Absorb every bit of energy you can, and use Thunder Wave!" This would keep Octillery in place while I dealt with the growing problem of what exactly to do.

Watson charged up, crying, "Lu! Luxi! Luxio!" Which I took to mean, "You've got no fucking clue what you're doing, am I right?" I grumbled in annoyance.

Octillery was frozen on the spot to the ground, and I chuckled. "Watson, Thunder Fang!" As he got close, I heard Harley order a Fire Blast. I shook my head, and assumed it wouldn't work, but—

Watson got his bite in, but it was too close; Octillery struck him with the Fire Blast, sending Watson skidding. He lay incredibly still, and I feared the worst.

"Lux... Lux..." He struggled to stand, and began glowing white.

"And we're seeing Saxon's Luxio preparing to evolve! How will both trainers handle this?!" The announcer called, obviously loving the drama.

"LUXRAY!" Watson cried, rising to his feet as a full-grown electric lion. I grinned. "Roar!" He opened his mouth, and let out an earth-shattering roar, causing even me to cover my ears.

Octillery fired off another Fire Blast, but Watson dodged it easily. My heart soared for love of the Luxray.

"Watson!" I cried. "Use Thunder Fang again!" He leapt at Octillery, and Harley snapped his fingers. I should've yelled to back away, but I was still reeling from the shock of Watson's sudden evolution.

Octillery wrapped Watson in his suction cups, and while the Thunder Fang struck, Octillery could slam his rock-hard head into Watson.

Our points were about even; it all mattered on our next move; and with five minutes on the clock, well, it was all down to the wire.

"DISCHARGE!" I screamed. "FIRE BLAST!" Harley yelled.

The entire field managed to go up in smoke. To this day, I don't know how that happens, I really don't.

But I do know that when I looked again, there was both Watson and Octillery, managing to stand. Both of us were amazed. I looked up at the clock. "0:00" It was all quiet for a minute. The judges were silent, until the announcer cried,

"And the match goes to Harley Davidson!"

I practically died. His eyes widened, and I thought he was going to start freaking out on stage.

He silently accepted the cup, and when everyone surrounded him, he beckoned to me. Both Watson and I ran up, and he grabbed me, swinging me up into his arms.

The cameras flashed, and I knew this would be front-page news tomorrow, but I didn't care in the slightest; I was thrilled out of my mind, even if I had lost. I didn't care; besides, I was proud of him.

That night was a blur of party; I do remember a lot of kissing and hugging, and a lot of alcohol and barbecue. Not bad at all, not bad.

Life had returned to normal, mostly. I mean, well, we had more traveling to do. After the Grand Festival was over, we packed our bags and headed for Sinnoh, meeting up with Dawn and Zoey. Silver stayed behind to make sure Team Rocket wouldn't try anything; besides, he hadn't seen Gold in eons.

Life went on. We got into some tough scrapes here and there, but compared to the Pokegods, nothing bothered me any more.

I hadn't had my fill of trouble, but for awhile... it was nice to take a break.


I laughed, and closed my book, going for the fifteenth time to look at myself in the mirror.

My twenty-fifth birthday was yesterday, and as one of the Top Coordinators in any region, I had become pretty much an icon for insecure ten-year-olds who needed something to believe in. Not like I minded much, however.

I'd changed quite a bit from the kid who'd showed up in this world after cheating death. For one thing, I'd filled out; not as awkward anymore, and my hair had gotten longer and more colorful, since I had chosen to dye one half dark purple, the other half the good old standby of black-and-rainbow.

I think the showmanship and eccentricity of the Contests were getting to me.

Watson snoozed in the window, sunning himself. I rubbed his head affectionately, and went to my closet to get out of my pajamas. I heard the thump of a rock against my window, and I sighed.

I had moved to Blackthorn, just so I could honestly say I was from there, and true to form, everyone had come around to drive me crazy.

"Lucy!" Harley called, standing under my window. "Will you marry me now!?" I felt like screaming.

Yeah, this had been going on for about a year. He got it in his head that we needed to be married, and I had told him no. It's not that I didn't love him; it was that I was too lazy to plan a wedding, really.

I stuck my head out the window. "No, Harley! Later!" He pouted. "You promised yesterday you would!" I sighed, and put my head in my hands.

"I was drunk, okay? It was my birthday, the rum was good, and I had too much! I don't want to get married!" He sighed.

"...I didn't want to do this." His voice rose, and he cried, "You're beautiful... yeah, you're beautiful... I SAW YOUR FACE, IN A CROWDED PLACE, AND I KNOW IT TO BE TRUE..." I groaned. Great, another fucking musical. "I'LL NEVER BE WITH YOU..."

"Another time, another place, another chance, another day!" I cried, trying to keep it as short as possible. "What happened to Miss Independent!?"

This evidently drove him insane, because he screamed, "We've been dating for NINE YEARS! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!" Now, the two of us arguing from window to the ground was kind of freaking out the other residents of Blackthorn, but fuck it man, I was not in the mood for this.

"EXACTLY WHAT I JUST SAID, FUCKWIT!" I cried, pushing my hands through my hair in frustration. He grumbled, and made an annoyed noise, before yelling, "DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER!" I watched him go, and went back to my closet.

"I—" The door flung open, practically flying off its hinges, "swear—" Now the clothes were yanked out, as I ripped my shirt off. "--I'll" Watson sighed, cracking one eye open to watch.

"KILL HIM!" I finished, getting dressed. Rythric chuckled, and grumbled, "Remind me again why you won't say yes?" I turned to him.

"...Because." I finished, grabbing my book, and going out on the porch to read. It was there I screamed in frustration.

A giant post-it note was attached to my page, reading, "MARRY ME, GODDAMNIT!" I chucked the book as far away as it would go, screaming obscenities at him, mostly involving very hopefully untrue things about his ancestors.

"...It's kinda like this; marry him and shut him up. You do love him, don't you?" Ace mused, gnawing at her nails disinterestedly. I glared at her, and muttered childishly, "Well, I don't want to."

Erose was on the front lawn, trying to breathe fire. Blackthorn had gotten to him, and now he believed he was a dragon. "ROOOOAAAAAR! I COME FOR YOUR WIMMINZ!" He screamed, babbling on about his 'treasure of bloooood...' I filed my nails disinterestedly, having gotten completely used to it by now.

"...He really wants to marry you, you know." I looked up. "May, for Christ's sake!" I said, wanting to tear my hair out in frustration. She shrugged, and said, "I'm just saying. He's over at his apartment, crying his eyes out and eating ice cream." I was now interested.

"What flavor?" May sighed. "I think it was chocolate cherry, but I don't know—oh for god's sake!" She cried, watching my retreating form. She glared at Erose, who was now trying to fly.

"If you're going to kill yourself, wait until she gets back, I'm not dealing with this." She announced, picking my book up and starting from where I had left off.

I stormed up his steps, and kicked open the door. He was slumped over the table, looking miserable. He spied me, and stood up, chest puffed out.

"Look, Lucy, I really just want to say that goddamnit, I love you, and I want to marry you, and you're kind of being a pain in my ass with this—"

"Harley, I want—"

"No, you listen to me! I have the damn thing planned, so get off your lazy ass, and—"

"Harley—"

"DAMMIT, JANET!"

"JUST WHO THE HELL IS JANET!?" I screamed, immediately going berserk.

"I will marry you if I have to kill myself to do it!"

"That doesn't make any sense! Harley, look, I just want—"

"To get married!?" He says hopefully, eyes lighting up. I grunted.

"No. I want the chocolate cherry ice cream." I took the carton and the spoon, eating nonchalantly, staring at his bemused and slightly horrified expression. I popped a bite in my mouth, and gestured with my spoon.

"Well... maybe. I do love you, but... weddings are so cliché." He groaned.

"But... I love you..." The lights dimmed, and I felt like screaming. We'd gotten over this, I thought! WE WENT TO THERAPY!

"First time... that I saw your eyes... girl, you looked right through me... mh-hm..." I groaned.

I knew my passion for Fergie would come back to bite me in the ass someday.

"You got me trippin'! Stumblin'! Sinkin'! Crumblin'! Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in looove... in love with yooouu..." I groaned, and put my head in my hands.

He saw this wasn't working, and switched to System of a Down. "Why have you forsaken me... in your eyes, forsaken me? In your thoughts, forsaken me? In your heart, for-saaaken me?"

Time to fire back with a song of my own.

"You said you loved me, and that's a fact! But then you left me, standing by the tracks!" He stared at me in annoyance, waiting for another sappy song.

"Didn't stand by me! No, not at all! SO ALONE I KEEP THE WOLVES AT BAY..." Harley screamed, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I HAVEN'T CHEATED ON YOU ONCE!"

I fired back, "Oooh, yeah, then explain this JANET!" He screamed in frustration, "IT'S A FREAKIN' SONG!"

"IT'S TOO SHORT TO BE A SONG!" I cried. He yelled, "I DON'T REMEMBER ALL THE WORDS, OKAY?!" May was still there, and she finally interrupted.

"FOR MEW'S SAKE! QUIT SINGING!" I had to say, "Fine. Then everyone stop speaking in Caps Lock."

Everyone quieted. I turned to Harley. "Okay... Harley..." He stood straight, and saluted.

I sighed.

"I will marry you."

There was a minute's silence. Then both Harley and May ran out the door, screaming at the top of their lungs, "WEDDINGS!" I sighed, and went back to my ice cream.

I let myself back into my apartment that night, expecting maybe Watson or Erose to greet me, but no.

"SURPRISE!"

"HOLY SHIT! DON'T KILL ME!" I cried, jumping up. Brendan inched over to the switch, and flicked on the lights.

"...Right. Anyways, yeah... hi." I groaned.

"Did you let them in!?" I yelled at Erose, who was standing there with an innocent look on his face. I turned back to the entire group, observed the scene, and calmly said, "I fucking hate life."

As I went upstairs, Harley called, "We have cake!" I raised an eyebrow, and turned down to head back.

"...Well..."


Apparently, he'd already planned the entire thing about seven months ago, which I found slightly unnerving, but I figured it saved me the trouble.

The one problem was finding someone to marry us. I was staunchly against a priest, and well, we were screwed.

"I'll do it." Vita offered, swigging a bottle of champagne. I glared at her.

"You can't be serious." She shrugged.

"You got a better idea? No, didn't think so, kid. Are we in, or not?" I growled, but I had to figure that we didn't have any better ideas. Now, all we needed was a decent guest list.

"You can't tell me we're actually inviting your mom." I sighed, glaring at Harley. He shrugged.

"I kinda have to. Believe me; I'm as thrilled as you are." I sighed, and turned on my iPod, patiently waiting for the apocalypse to end.

A week passed, and in no particular order, we managed to:

Burn a toaster (Well, I don't know how it happened. Blamed Harley.)

Exhaust Blackthorn's entire supply of alcohol. (Which was kind of Vita's fault.)

Get drunk in sheer misery. (Well, that was really only me.)

Attempt suicide five times. (This was after Sarah arrived.)

Finally learn how to breathe fire. (Erose just swallowed a Flamethrower TM.)

And, to cap it all off, I spent many sleepless nights, sleeping only to wake up screaming about 'housewifery.' (Self-explanatory.)

Uh huh.

The big day came, and I was almost having a nervous breakdown. "Please. Kill me." I begged Robert, who simply smiled, shook his head, and turned the page of his book.

"...PLEASE!" I cried, slumping to the floor.

Well, the dress was actually pretty, I had to admit. A mellow sort of silvery-blue, without any frills or whatever. I readjusted my shoes, and heard the funeral march—I'm sorry, I meant wedding procession.

If you believe that, I have a bridge in Eterna City to sell you.

I walked up to the doors, and walked down the aisle. I groaned in annoyance as I saw camera flashes.

I didn't really want this moment documented, you know?

Vita floated above the altar, and took a swig of whiskey before continuing. "Dearly beloved, we gather to say our goodbyes..." I glared at her, but she continued. "Here she lies, no one knew her worth! The late, great, daughter of... Mother Earth! On these nights when we celebrate the birth..." I sighed, but Harley was laughing.

"In that little town of Bethlehem, we raise our glass... you bet your ass... to... LA VIE BOHEME!" Vita chorused, whisking her tail from side-to-side. She caught my stares, and hurriedly coughed,

"Uh, right. So, do you, Lucida Saxon, take Harley Davidson—" "Oh screw it, yes!" I cried, eager to get it over with before one more person broke out into song.

"I do, too!" Harley cried, not wanting to be forgotten. Vita nodded, and threw the bottle down. I slammed my foot down, and cried, "OW! FUCK!"

The wedding reception was delayed as they pulled the glass out of my foot. Typical.

Well, after the little crisis, we actually had fun.

I was attempting to dance, however, so I actually wasn't having fun; everyone else was, though.

"Who picked this song?" I grumbled in annoyance. Harley raised an eyebrow. "...Would you kill me if I said you did?" I huffed in anger, grabbed him by the wrist, and stormed out of there, heading outside.

The sun had started to set, and it made a pretty picture. Harley sat down next to me, and he smiled. "I think everyone's really just surprised I'm marrying a girl." He joked, pulling me close to him. I shrugged, and laughed.

"...You're beautiful." I had to add, grinning, "Any boy would want you." He lay down in the grass, and I followed suit.

"Remember what you said about the sky being the lid to something great?" He murmured, looking me in the eyes. I nodded, and came a bit closer. He closed the gap between us for an instant, and whispered, "Well, I think I found something better."

I held him close, and didn't pull away until the stars were out. I rolled back, and looked up, smiling.

I had indeed found out what was behind that lid. The rest of the worlds, and I guess I was just lucky to end up in this one.

I looked at Harley, sleeping in the grass while the party raged away outside. I shrugged. "Yeah, pretty lucky." I settled down next to him, and grinned.

"...Yeah. Life's not too damn bad."

As we stayed out there, in the dark of night, I knew there was no lid; I was where I was supposed to be all along.

Right here in his arms.