A/N: Thank you, fritzen, for your comments.

This is the last chapter. I hope it was worth it and you enjoy it. Notes at the end.

Craigvinean Forest, Scotland

1404

The hatch to the Future Lifeboat slowly rolled open, allowing the crisp afternoon air to seep inside along with the bright sun, causing all within to squint against the harsh light.

As Flynn exited the Lifeboat, the sounds of old leaves crunched under his feet as he glanced around. Incredibly tall trees loomed all around, the sound of rushing water nearby alerted him to the presence of a stream or river. The birds sang in the canopy overhead as they flew from tree to tree and the occasional red squirrel chattering playfully echoed around him.

He turned to help Tenley out of the machine, setting her carefully on the ground beside him as they scanned their immediate area.

Another figure poked out of the door of the machine, inhaling deeply at the autumnal scented air. "Ah, I had forgotten how nice it was here," Future Rufus sighed. He hopped out before leaning against the machine for support.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Flynn questioned, turning back to the older version of his friend.

Future Rufus smirked. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just question your elder."

Tenley asked, "What happens now?" She turned back to Future Rufus. "What about Rowan and Quinn?"

Future Rufus's face fell. Tenley could see the truth behind his eyes before he even opened his mouth to speak. He held her gaze, watching the tears form behind her dark eyes as he confessed, "I'm sure by now...they've succeeded in destroying both bases…"

"What will you do?" Flynn asked.

Future Rufus inhaled deeply before slowly releasing it. "Return here in about 20 years, give or take…"

"Why?" Tenley asked confused. "What happens in 20 years?"

"I probably shouldn't tell you but…" he shrugged, "we've already destroyed several timelines so... " he chuckled to himself, "I'll be coming back to pick up Rowan and Quinn to get them out of here."

Tenley saw the pain behind Future Rufus's eyes at the mention of the two. "I'm sorry…" she whispered. "How are you doing since…" her voice trailed for a moment, "since they're …" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

Future Rufus sniffled, holding back his tears. "Yeah," he muttered. "They were good kids," he straightened, "Actually, Jiya will be more heartbroken since she… " his voice trailed again, "she was like a mother to them…"

"She did a fabulous job," Tenley reassured him with a sympathetic smile, "you both did."

Flynn nodded, placing his hand on Future Rufus's shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. "You did… we were privileged to know them."

Future Rufus chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, anyway," he said, turning his tear-filled gaze away from them to the forest around them. "There should be a path somewhere that way," he pointed through the cluster of trees, "when you get to the path, follow it north to the field. You should find the house he's holed up in."

Flynn gave Future Rufus a quick hug, smiling his thanks to the man. Tenley wiped a tear away from his cheek and hugged him tightly, whispering her thanks to him.

Future Rufus pulled away, smiling and nodding in kind. "Don't die," he told them almost in a joking manner. "It would be a shame to have you come all this way and not make it…" he climbed into the machine, "I'll see you again before you know it!"

The two watched as the door to the old Lifeboat closed behind him. The machine whirred to life and disappeared from sight, blasting them with a burst of air, the leaves at their feet tumbling away from them.

Flynn turned from the spot where the old Lifeboat sat to search for the path they needed to take. Tenley sighed before glancing over her shoulder to watch Flynn march away. She hesitated in following him but trailed behind at a distance.

The two trudged through the grand forest silently, not looking at one another. Tenley sighed as she shrugged out of her jacket, wrapping it around her waist.

Breaking the growing silence between them, Flynn asked, "How long are you going to be angry with me?"

"I'm not angry with you," she admitted.

Flynn stopped, allowing her to catch up to him. "I don't believe you."

She kept her distance from him as she stopped at the same time. She could see the hurt on his expression at the distance she was keeping. She shifted her weight on the other leg as she averted her gaze. "I feel like I've disappointed you somehow…"

"You haven't…" his voice trailed off, "I'm not angry with you…"

She cocked her head at him in disbelief. "Right…"

"I'm not - "

"That's why you got into a fistfight with Rowan in the hallway?" she countered.

Flynn licked his lips, carefully trying to figure out the right way to explain it. "It was a rouse." Tenley's eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. Flynn nodded, taking a step forward, hands outstretched to show her he meant no harm. "We knew there was a mole inside that bunker for a while," he explained. "It was confirmed when we each got a mysterious note from that person…" he reached into his pocket, withdrawing the note and photo, extending it out to her, "take a look for yourself."

Hesitating for a moment, Tenley stared at the items in his hand before stepping forward to take them. She scanned the note before looking at the picture of Rowan hugging her quite intimately, even though that wasn't what was happening. Her head shook as she lifted her gaze, "This wasn't - "

"I know," he told her gently. "Rowan and I spoke and we realized we had to find a way to bring the mole out of hiding...so we staged that fight to make her believe we were at odds as a team…" he watched Tenley's mind race with questions, "Rowan and I made peace a long time ago…"

Her eyes lifted to meet him. "I...I don't know what to say…"

"I'm sorry I kept you in the dark for so long," he apologized, "but I had to...to protect you…"

She scoffed. "And now we're entering the unknown together...to face...who knows who…"

Flynn stood before her, placing his finger beneath her chin, lifting it to stare into her eyes. "As long as we go together…" he placed a gentle kiss to her lips, "whoever it is up ahead...we'll do this together."

"I'm scared," she whispered.

He nodded. "Me too." He laced his fingers with hers as he led her down the forest path, toward the unknown that stretched before them.

After finding the path, they walked for twenty minutes before the trees broke off, bringing them to an open field just on the outside of the forest near the river. Sitting in the middle of the field was a small cabin, plumes of grey smoke puffed out of the chimney, confirming that someone was home.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Tenley muttered as they stared at the cabin.

Flynn squeezed her trembling hand. "I'm right here beside you."

With every step toward the house, the heavier they felt. Tenley's heart raced, slamming into her ribs as the bile in her stomach churned violently. Beads of sweat started to form on her brow as she felt light-headed. She feared she was about to pass out. She blinked away the feeling, urging herself to discover - once and for all - who had been playing the role of the puppet master.

As they neared the cabin, the door swung opened and a familiar face exited the building, an assault rifle aimed directly at them. Tenley's gasp couldn't be helped as she stared back at the man standing before them. Flynn went rigid, feeling waves of chills running down his spine as he saw the gun that prevented him from coming any closer.

"Surprise!" the man chuckled.

Tenley's voice hitched in her throat. "Roger…"

His dark eyes locked with hers, a sinister smile widened on his lips. "Hello, Levy…" he smirked, "it's been a while…" Tenley stood in shock, staring back at the man before her. "What's the matter, Levy? Rittenhouse got your tongue?" he taunted, laughing at them.

Roger's eyes darted between the two stunned individuals before him. "What? Surprised that someone like me could conjure up something so devious?" Flynn opened his mouth to retort when Roger shifted his aim to silence him, "You have questions, I'm sure…" he motioned with his gun for Flynn to walk, "Let's talk…"

Flynn's grip on Tenley tightened as he led her in the direction Roger was guiding them. "Where are we going?"

"To the river," Roger told him. "That way when I kill you, the river will carry you away and no one will find you." Tenley glanced up at Flynn, worry plastered on her expression. Roger laughed when she looked at Flynn. "Don't worry, Levy… you and I will have a lot of catching up to do when he's gone."

A lump formed in her throat. She knew Roger would murder Flynn - maybe even her - unless she did something to stop it. Memories of being strapped to the bed in the hospital's basement came rushing back. She desperately tried to shake them away to focus on her current situation but she struggled to figure out a plan that would save them both.

"What was the purpose of all of this?" Flynn questioned, walking slowly toward the river. He knew the moment they reached the river, that was it - he'd be dead and Tenley would be at Roger's mercy - if he had any left.

"I'm sure you've already figured it all out," Roger stated. "Isn't that why you're here?" Before allowing anyone to answer, he asked, "How is Poppy, by the way?"

"Dead," Flynn told him.

"Dead?" Roger repeated, slightly stunned to learn this bit of information.

Flynn asked, "Was that not part of your plan? To kill your sister and your son as well as everyone else at your base on April 5th?"

The air within Tenley's lungs disappeared, causing her to stagger a step. She hadn't realized the date until Flynn mentioned it. The sudden realization that Reynolds wasn't the only one leaving clues for them - someone else had been too. It was an obvious answer - and oversight on their part.

Roger growled, "You lie."

"You haven't heard?" Flynn taunted. "We had two Motherships strapped with bombs go to your hidden bases...we took them out simultaneously to keep anyone from leaving - there were no survivors."

The sound of footsteps rushing up behind them caused the two to glance over their shoulders just a moment too late as Roger slammed the butt of his rifle into Flynn's face hard, knocking him to the ground before turning the barrel to him. "I'll kill you now, you dog!"

"Wait! Stop!" Tenley shouted, holding her hand out to stop Roger. "Please…"

He turned the aim on her, stopping her from moving. "You both think you're so smart," he spat. "But I've had you fooled for years!"

Flynn wiped the blood away from his nose and mouth as he knelt on his knees, glaring up at the former doctor. "What did Rittenhouse promise you?"

A small chuckle escaped from Roger. "What?"

"In prison," Flynn reminded him. "What did Rittenhouse offer you that you'd risk everything for?"

Roger chuckled. His chuckle turned into a single laugh which erupted into a peal of maniacal laughter. He licked his lips as he recomposed himself. "You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?" Tenley glanced between Roger and Flynn. "What makes you think Rittenhouse offered me anything?"

"They didn't approach you in prison?" Tenley questioned.

Roger's dark eyes drifted over to her. "Oh, Levy… you really are dumb, it's...it's almost adorable," he smirked, "I'm the one who staged the escape from prison. I'm the one who came up with the plan to send our little murderer Dorangel back into the past," chuckling, he asked, "I'm actually quite surprised you didn't pick up the name earlier...Vargas…" he tsked at her.

Flynn gritted his teeth, glancing up at Roger. "What did Emma promise you, then?"

Roger's devious smile widened. "Emma is my mother."

"What?" Tenley gasped.

He shot her a disbelieving look. "You think you're the only child who was sent back into the past to right wrongs?" Tenley's face paled and he asked, "What? You think I didn't know about you?" he chuckled, "I've known for some time… You are the daughter of Lucy and Wyatt Logan - which makes you essentially Rittenhouse royalty by proxy...Imagine everyone's surprise when you disappeared shortly after your birth…" he glared at her, "Any ideas why you disappeared?"

She blinked at him, mind racing with possibilities. Before she could answer, Roger told her, "Your mother was afraid of the direction the Rittenhouse order was heading...so instead of allowing them to use you as a pawn - and refusing to be a pawn herself - she recruited some friends and had them hide you somewhere in time…" he chortled, "Let's just say, dear ol' Lucy died not long after her betrayal."

"But you found me anyway," Tenley pointed out, heart racing as she tried to keep her emotions in control.

He nodded. "Some people are not built to handle torture." Tenley's face drained of color at the thought of her loved ones being tortured.

"Like your sister?" Flynn challenged. Roger smacked him again with the butt of the rifle, bringing him down to the ground again.

"You think you're tough," Roger spat at Flynn. "I remember plainly the day you beat me within an inch of my life…" he sucked his teeth, "my, how the tables have turned."

"I don't understand," Tenley interjected, hoping to keep Roger from killing Flynn. "What's all of this for? Because I'm Rittenhouse royalty?"

Roger chuckled, glancing at her. "We were meant to rule the world together, you and me...Rittenhouse and Bloodstone together in a great merging of power…but when your bitch of a mother succeeded in her little magician's disappearing act, it set off a war between the orders…"

"Did you always know it was me?" Tenley braved the question. "Did you know who I was when we worked together at the hospital?"

He shook his head. "No...not at first...not until Agent Christopher came looking for you…" he chuckled at the shocked face on Tenley's face, "You forget...I have connections to the future too, despite being sent into the past… I knew who to look out for," he aimed the gun at Flynn's face, "I simply underestimated some of you…" he sneered at Flynn, "then you ended up getting help from somewhere and that proved to be challenging to keep you in line…"

Tenley's mind immediately went to Charlotte, Rowan, and Quinn. They had been helping them all along - preventing Roger from achieving whatever goal he had set in motion - and he didn't see it coming - none of them had. She licked her lips, asking, "Is that why you tried so hard to have a visionary child? So you could see what you didn't plan for?"

He smirked. "It would have been helpful," he admitted, "but we found ways around it...as temporary as they were."

"So…" Tenley said, drawing out the word, "Your dad…" Roger glanced over at her, "was Bloodstone or Rittenhouse?"

He laughed. "You met him once actually…"

Tenley's mouth fell open, brows drawing together in confusion. "What?"

"Actually, he said he enjoyed meeting 'Amy'," he laughed. When he saw the confusion on her face, he reminded her, "John T. Ford?"

"Your father was John T. Ford?" Flynn asked, confusion washing over his expression.

Roger's lips pressed into a thin line as he glared at Flynn. "Hardly," he retorted. "Just the man filling in for the real one…" he turned his gaze back to Tenley, "Emma met with him on the train, remember?"

Tenley recalled the creepy way the man looked at her, how oddly intimate Emma was with him. The memory sent shivers down her spine. "He knew who I was?"

Roger didn't get a chance to answer as Flynn asked, "So, all of this was because of some sick delusion of love?" Roger turned his gaze back to Flynn. "You couldn't accept the fact that she never loved you or would love you? Don't you think it's a bit cliché of a motive?"

Roger sighed heavily as he admitted calmly, "I'm looking forward to blowing your brains out."

The moment Roger readjusted his hold on the gun, Tenley reached out to stop him. "Please...don't…"

"Get out of the way," Roger hissed at her. "I'll shoot you too - "

"No," she braved the word. "You won't."

Roger's eyes narrowed at her with ire. "I. Said. Move!" he shouted at her. With one swift motion, he smacked the barrel of his rifle against her cheek, sending her to the ground. Flynn couldn't move as the barrel was shoved back into his face, keeping him frozen in place with his hands up defensively.

"Oi!" a voice nearby shouted. "What's all this then?"

The three glanced over to see a tall lanky man with his young daughter walking toward them. The redheaded girl carried a small woven basket filled with wild berries and flowers, while the man carried a reed fishing pole and stringed fish he caught from the river. "Is there some sort of problem, here then?"

"Move along," Flynn urged him, afraid Roger would murder them on the spot.

"Da?" the girl said, tugging on the hem of his worn shirt. "That's the people from my dream…"

Rogers cocked his head at her. "You can see things before they happen, my dear?" The girl nodded innocently, unaware of the dangers before them.

Tenley pushed herself up to a seated position, clutching the fresh cut on her cheek as she gazed at the two. She immediately recognized the girl. Her heart stopped as Roger stared at her like a cat to a mouse.

"Have you always had this ability?" Roger questioned her.

"Aye," the father admitted, wrapping his arm around his daughter protectively. "Tis a gift from God."

Roger laughed. "Oh, it's a gift all right…"

Realizing the severity of the situation, Tenley scrambled to her feet just as Roger turned his aim toward the father. Flynn snatched the gun, jerking it before Roger could properly aim at the family. The sound of the gun discharging echoed through the air, causing nearby birds to scatter across the sky. Screams replaced the echo of the shot.

Tenley blinked at the sight of the father laying on the grassy ground, clutching his stomach, his daughter crying over him as she tried to help him as the bright red blood seeped out across his shirt.

Flynn struggled against Roger's hold before the gun went off again, striking Flynn's side. Roger straightened himself up, swinging his gun towards Flynn, preparing to end his life.

Tenley rushed forward. "No!" she shouted, putting herself between Roger and Flynn. "I'll go with you!"

Roger froze, his angry eyes zeroing in on her. Flynn groaned, clutching his side, "Nine, no!" The daughter's cries and the pained gasps from her father filled the silence around them.

"I'll go with you," she repeated, heart hammering in her chest. "Leave them be...and I'll go with you...wherever - whenever...just...please...don't kill them…"

Roger's tongue darted out, moistening his lips as he thought about the offer. "What trick do you have up your sleeve, Levy?"

She shook her head, holding her arms out to her sides, showing that she was unarmed. "No tricks...I'm not smart enough for tricks, remember?"

The corners of his lips curved up as he studied her. "I'm not sure that I believe you…"

"You did all that you did for love," she reminded him. "So, why is it so hard for you to believe that I'm doing the same for those I love?"

Roger blinked at her, eyes narrowing at her. "Just like that?"

Tears fell from Tenley's eyes. "Yeah...just like that…" she sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "You win…"

Laughter erupted from Roger. He glanced between Flynn and Tenley. "I don't know, Levy…" he muttered. "I'm going to need more proof of your loyalty." She swallowed nervously, mind racing with panic over what he wanted.

"What...what do you want...from me?" she barely managed to ask.

He glared down at Flynn. "I want you to watch your lover die." Roger turned back to Tenley. "I want you to sit here and stare into his eyes and watch the light fade from them!"

Tenley blinked back the tears as she struggled to breathe. "I…" she sighed. "I said I'd go with you if you let them live…"

"And I told you...I need more proof…" Roger repeated, practically shouting at her. "Now, get over here or I'll kill all three of them and take you away from here anyway!"

Hanging her head in shame, Tenley slowly approached Flynn. As she neared, turning her back to Roger, she pushed her hand into her pocket to grab the knife Rowan had given her.

She stood there before Flynn with Roger breathing down her neck. "Tell him how much you love him," Roger taunted. "Tell him how much this pains you… go on! Be boring and predictable!"

As Tenley clutched the knife in her hand, she slowly pulled the blade out of its hilt. Without blinking, she told Flynn. "I love you...and this pains me to have to do this…" Roger took a step back from her, laughing sardonically behind her, proud of what he was forcing her to do. She offered a timid smile to Flynn. "It'll be over soon," she promised him.

Without hesitating, Tenley spun on her heel, plunging the blade of the knife to the polished hilt into Roger's neck, causing him to drop his rifle to the ground with a clatter. Roger's eyes grew wide, burning with ire as he glared at her with a perfect blend of hatred and shock.

Roger grasped the wrist of her hand holding the knife painfully. He slowly pulled the blade out of his neck, allowing the hot blood to spurt all over the two of them. He sneered at her as he choked on his blood, hissing, "You and me...together...forever…I'll see you...in...Hell!"

Without warning, he plunged her knife back into his neck, while still holding her wrist, pulling her into a kiss within one fluid motion. Her breath hitched as she gasped for air once he pulled away from her, feeling the searing pain wash over her abdomen like a fire. Dropping her gaze slowly to her stomach, she noticed Roger had plunged a knife of his own into her stomach - in the same place Jack had shot her.

Releasing the hold of his knife, he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him once more. He smiled a blood-filled toothy grin before releasing his hold on her. Stumbling a few feet away, Roger collapsed onto the grassy field, her knife still embedded in his neck, the blood flowing freely down into the grass beneath. She remained on her shaky legs for a moment, unable to move as she realized the severity of what happened.

"Nine?" Flynn called out to her, grimacing in pain. "Nine!"

She wobbled on her feet to turn and face him. She blinked at him, tears falling from her eyes. Flynn's face paled the moment he saw the blade in her stomach, the blood spreading across her clothes. He struggled to get to his feet to catch her before she fell. He didn't make it in time.

Flynn crawled over to her crumpled frame, cradling her in his arms. "Nine!" he cried. "Nine! Hold on!" his hand went to her stomach, afraid to remove the blade from her, knowing the dangers it posed if he did. He feared what would happen if he didn't.

She struggled to speak, gasping on air. He shushed her. "No," he cooed, "Don't speak." He choked back his tears, shaking as he struggled to keep himself composed for her sake but he knew it was a battle he was losing. He cried, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" he brushed her hair from her face, allowing the tears to roll down his cheeks. A gust of wind whipped around them, blowing the old leaves from the forest nearby to tumble away. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Nine…I won't be long...I promise." Her eyes fluttered shut.

"This is all very heart-wrenching," a familiar accented voice called out to them. "But how about we fix ye up for a happily ever after instead, eh?"

Flynn's head snapped up at the sound of the voice to see the dark Mothership sitting a few feet away with Quinn, Rowan with his arm in a makeshift sling, and Future Jiya, all carrying medical supplies in their hands. Underneath the Mothership was the dead figure of Roger poking out.

The trio rushed over to tend to the wounded splayed out along the fields next to the river. Quinn immediately set to work on Tenley while Rowan calmed the sobbing young girl down, explaining what was going on. Future Jiya worked on helping the girl's father.

Flynn stared at Quinn for a moment. "Y-You're still alive?"

Quinn chuckled, lifting his eyes to meet Flynn for a moment. "Do ye remember when we left ye in Steventon?" Flynn nodded. "I've just returned from there after retrieving my brother…" Flynn blinked at him in surprise as Quinn added, "Technically, I haven't died yet...but I know it will come to pass." His dark eyes darted over to Rowan for a moment, adding, "And I know he will live…"

"How…"

"My big brother there is a visionary...the rarity of the kind," Quinn admitted, eyes lingering on Rowan, "but he doesn't know how this ends yet," he chuckled as a sparkle formed behind his eyes, "He's also the author of yer mysterious book."

"Which book is that?" Flynn asked, brows drawing together, eyes dropping to watch Quinn's hands move with precision to save Tenley's life.

"The Lost Colony," he informed him. "Rowan's visions come to him in forms of drawings and dreams...much like our dear mother over there."

Flynn glanced over to Rowan and the young girl beside Future Jiya as they worked together to save the girl's father. "But the author's name…"

"Aye," Quinn laughed softly as he worked on Tenley's wound, "It's sort of a joke now, ain't it? R. Elderson…" Flynn shook his head, not following along. Quinn explained, "Much like Wren? Rogerson?" When Flynn still hadn't caught on, Quinn broke it down even further. "Roger's son?"

Flynn rolled his eyes, sighing heavily at how simple so many of the clues had been - clues that were almost too obvious they overthought most of them.

Quinn smirked. "R. Elderson…" he stated, "Rowan, elder son."

After a long while of tending to the wounded, Rowan knelt beside Flynn, glancing down at Tenley. "How is she?"

Future Jiya smiled at Flynn, motioning to his side, silently asking for permission to begin patching him up. Flynn leaned back to grant her better access. She set to work.

Quinn finished his work on Tenley, saying, "She'll live," his eyes drifted past the others to the girl and her father, embracing tightly over what they had just endured, "What about them?"

Rowan nodded, glancing at the two. "They'll live."

While Future Jiya finished with Flynn, Quinn stood and approached the body of Roger. Satisfied with what he saw - knowing the man wouldn't survive a large time machine landing on him - he pulled the knife from the man's neck, wiping it clean on Roger's shirt. He closed the blade, returning to the others. He passed the knife over to Rowan. "Here," he said. "Ye'll want to hold onto this for a while."

Rowan's brows drew together but didn't argue as he took the knife from his brother, slipping it into his pocket for safekeeping before carrying some of the supplies back to the dark Mothership.

After Future Jiya finished with Flynn, Quinn passed the supplies over to her to return to the time machine. Quinn held Flynn's gaze, releasing a short sigh. "Take care of each other, yeah?"

"What, is that it?" Flynn asked, confused. "It's over?"

Quinn nodded. "For now... " he smirked, "ye know as well as I do how complicated time travel can be… just when we ye think ye've fixed one timeline, another needs fixing." He chuckled.

Flynn asked, "What happens now?"

Quinn's eyes drifted over to his mother, lingering for a moment, a wave of sadness washed over his expression. "Take care of each other, yeah?" he repeated, "help the people here. They'll need it… and who knows..." he shrugged, turning his gaze back to Flynn, "perhaps one day, we'll see each other again...maybe even in 10 years or so." Quinn smiled and took a couple of steps toward the time machine before stopping to glance over his shoulder once more. "By the by," he began. "It's a good thing ye both left the bunker when ye did."

"Why?" Flynn asked, heart-stopping in his chest with worry for those they left behind. "What happened?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that," Quinn quickly interjected. "Lucy discovers she's pregnant on April 5th…" his eyes dropped to the passed out figure of Tenley, curled up in Flynn's lap on the emerald green grass. "It's been a pleasure, friend."

Just as Quinn climbed up the steps, he paused at the door before turning around again. "Here!" he tossed something toward Flynn, who caught it before it hit the ground beside him. Flynn opened his hand to see the transmitter pen, obviously updated from the last time he used it. His head shot up to see Quinn nodding his final goodbye. "See ye in 10 years."

Flynn watched as Quinn entered the dark Mothership, the door sealing behind him. The machine whirred to life and popped out of view one last time.

2016

Lucy walked down the pebbled path of the ruined castle remains, taking in the bones of the structure. The old stone walls, now covered with moss like a blanket that lined the path she walked. She walked alongside the other visitors of the historical tour she was a part of.

The beautiful tall trees loomed overhead as they swayed happily against the gentle wind. The cheerful sounds of the songbirds singing their tales echoed across the air, making her smile at the simplicity of the place - the romance of an era once-prominent here.

Lucy listened to the tour guide as they entered the large ruined structure of a castle that still stood proudly despite its decay. "It wasn't until 1410 that this castle was erected. It was originally what we consider today to be a hospital of sorts. The Lady of this area was said to be God's Healer. People traveled from all over the island in search of her healing hands." A small smile started to spread over Lucy's lips as she listened. "The Lord here provided jobs for many who were unfortunate and homeless, seeking sanctuary from the crown. Together, they built this village, working with one another to provide a stable and safe place for all."

The tour guide motioned for them to explore on their own for a while before reconvening at the forest path in an hour. The group dispersed, taking pictures of the ruins, exploring the village museum, and other places spread out on this field by the river.

Lucy spotted the entrance to the crypts and descended inside. When she reached the back wall of the dark crypts lined with marble statues and elegantly carved sarcophagi, she stopped. One of those crypts displayed a beautiful stone statue of two familiar faces, looking at one another adoringly as they embraced one another.

"There you are," a familiar voice spoke behind her. Lucy turned with a wide smile to see Wyatt approaching her, a small child in his arms.

"I found them," she whispered, wrapping her arm around him, smiling at the child in his arms.

The two gazed at the statue. Lucy couldn't tear her eyes away from them as Wyatt read from the placard seated before them. "Here lies Lord and Lady Flynn, caretakers of the poor, healers of the sick, and providers of hope for those with none. May God welcome them both into Heaven with open arms as they did for so many in their lifetime."

Lucy smiled sadly at the statue of Flynn and Tenley. "Tenley Logan, born 2015, died 1445…" She turned to the young child in Wyatt's arms and kissed her cheek.

"Let's go home," Wyatt suggested. Lucy nodded and the three started down the path. Wyatt asked, "So, they became rulers here, like Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn?"

Lucy snorted with laughter. "You need a lesson in history…" she told him as they continued down the path. "The Flynns built a safe haven for the poor, keeping them out of harm's way of the crown...healed the sick that swept across the country...saved countless lives...their descendants continued their work…"

Fin

A/N: And there you have. Thank you, everyone, for sticking with this story for so long. I wouldn't have made it here without you. I hope the ending was worth it! I've been a bit panicky over it, to be honest. But... Thank you. Seriously. You are all amazing. I have no words outside of thanking you. =)

Cheers! ~Z