A/N: I don't know what to say. I am meant to say something, right? But I'm all out of words. I think I've put them all in the story. All 270k of them. Who remembers when I said this was going to be a sequel of about 80k?

There'll be a few posts concerning the making of this story, including me finally getting to answer some questions that I couldn't answer before, maybe some statistics, and some interesting tidbits about deleted scenes etc. This will happen on twitter, so check in there if you're into that kind of stuff (twitter handle: adaud_by).

But as far as Redemption is concerned, this is it. It's done.

Let me hear you roar one last time?

EPILOGUE

Mystic Falls | June 18, 2039

"Why does your dad's birthday cake have two hundred candles on it?"

Stefanie froze for a microsecond before plastering a huge smile on her face. "It doesn't," she tried to laugh it off and quickly tried to change the topic, but her boyfriend wouldn't budge.

"Yeah, okay, I haven't counted them…"

Thank god, because she and her mom had – several times – to make sure there were really two hundred. There were.

"But," her boyfriend continued meanwhile, "there's balloon numbers over there and they say 2-0-0 and this banner here," he pointed at the huge sign that Noah and the twins had pinned up on the balcony railing that oversaw the backyard, "says 'Happy 200th birthday!' So…"

"Oh, that," Stefanie put some humor in her voice, "it's an inside joke. Long story."

That was the official story they had agreed on and which they were dishing out to everyone who asked. And a lot of people asked since this party was open invitation. By the end of the day, almost every Mystic Falls resident who knew the Salvatores personally would come by, even if only for a few minutes. The whole day was a constant coming and going, with some eating and dancing in between.

"Hm, that's cool, I guess." He topped up the ice in Stefanie's cup of Coke and poured a fresh one for himself. "So, how old is your dad really?"

Stefanie blinked. What was the official number again? She always forgot. "Forty…five. Forty-five!" she yelled excitedly when she remembered.

"Okay," he replied, a little bewildered at her simultaneous relief and happiness.

"Will you excuse me for a moment?" Stefanie cut in. "I need to go help my mom with something."

She almost sprinted over to Elena who was rubbing sunscreen on Emory.

"Hey sweetie," Elena said as she glanced up and spotted her daughter.

"Mom," Stefanie exclaimed, breathless.

"What's wrong?" Elena asked, giving Em a last once-over to make sure the sun protection covered her everywhere. Satisfied, she kissed her youngest on top of her head and finally let her join her siblings and friends in the pool.

"How do I know if I should tell Brandon the truth about… you know… everything?" Stefanie whispered the last part, meaning her family, her history, and her own powers.

Elena tilted her head and smiled at her eldest daughter, a little sad and a lot proud. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled Stefanie in. "I once was in the same situation," she replied. "I believe I asked your Aunt Caroline that exact same question."

Stefanie frowned in confusion. "When…? How…? What? Mom, you've been with Dad since high school."

"It was during one of our breaks," Elena replied.

"Heh," Damon chuckled as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around both of his girls' shoulders. "That's putting it very mildly. Your mom dated that one guy in college—" he began, addressing Stefanie.

"But you told me your story," Stefanie protested. "There was no mention of another guy."

"Oh, sweetheart, that was years ago. You got the rated fairytale version."

"So," Stefanie scowled and demanded, "what truly happened? Who was that guy? And did you tell him?"

Damon winked at Elena before pulling her into his body, back to chest, circling his arms around her.

"Uhm, I don't really remember his name," Elena began.

"Lee something," Damon supplied.

"Liam," Elena corrected him.

Damon grinned at his daughter and mouthed, "She remembers his name."

Elena rammed an elbow in Damon's side but he had anticipated the move and dodged in time, wrapping his arms tighter around her and restricting her movements. Laughing, he said, "Careful with the birthday boy. I'm an antique."

Stefanie, as usual, ignored her parents' antics. "So, you told him?" she prompted her mom to continue the story.

"I did not."

"Why not?"

"Your dad came back and…" Elena drifted off.

Damon helped, "One drink, one dance, one conversation. That's all it took and she was mine again."

Elena couldn't see him, but she could hear the smug grin in his voice. "That's not exactly how it happened. But yeah, I realized that Liam wasn't the right guy."

"Well, how do I know if Brandon is the right guy?"

"That's not something anyone can tell you," Elena replied. "Sorry." She and Damon shared a look, both thinking the same thing. If she had to ask, he probably wasn't it.

"Great," Stefanie pouted. "Now I'll be thinking about that the whole day. I need a beer. And yes, Dad, I'm seventeen and I'm having a beer today."

Damon shrugged nonchalantly. He tried to be realistic. She was a teenager – she was going to find ways and opportunities to drink if she wanted to. He didn't mind the occasional glass of wine with dinner or a beer. And he'd rather she had it at home, where she was safe and looked after by her whole family.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," she chirped and kissed his cheek before slipping away, already having overcome her morose mood from a moment ago. It never took Stefanie long to find her equilibrium. She was a generally happy person and not many people had the power to take that from her. "Oh, and Mom? Thanks for taking him back. I'm sure you had other options."

Damon's jaw dropped and he exclaimed, "You little backstabber!"

Stevie cackled and showed him her tongue. Damon made to give chase and she squealed and sprinted away.

Before Damon could follow, a shout rang out over the din in the garden. "Mom! Dad! Watch!"

Both, Elena and Damon scanned the area around the pool from where Bennett's voice had come, but all they could see were the other children in the water, Bennett not among them.

Elena spotted her son a moment before Damon did.

He hung on his knees from a branch overarching one side of the pool and swung back and forth, gaining momentum.

"Ben!" Elena's panicked scream shot out but it was too late. Her ten year old son let go of the branch and dropped head first into the water. The other children's laughter stopped for a second as everyone waited for him to emerge and then picked up again even louder when his head broke through the water surface. Bennett punched the air with his fist and laughed with them.

"I'm getting too old for this," Damon muttered beside Elena, clutching his heart.

"That boy," Elena breathed threateningly. "It's all Jeremy's fault."

Their youngest son had a serious hero worship for his uncle and was constantly trying to show off or prove that he was just as badass as him. He was signed up for all kinds of martial arts courses which he never missed or was late for, was constantly practicing with his uncle's weapons, and had recently started weight lifting – all of which Elena viewed with a critical eye. She was glad Bennett had such a close relationship with her brother, but as a mother, she didn't actually want him to follow in his vampire hunter footsteps which she feared was where this was headed.

"How many two-hundred-year-olds had to raise teenagers?" Damon mumbled to himself. "And he's not even a teenager yet. Good god."

Two strong hands clapped down on Damon's shoulders from behind, roughly kneading the tense muscles. "Relax," Noah calmed his parents. "I told him which tree and branch was safest to jump from." He pointed with his finger at the overhang Bennett had just dropped from. "This one's far enough from the pool edge and the water is deep enough underneath. Ben's fearless, not stupid."

Damon shared a look with Elena. They would still need to have a talk with Bennett about taking unnecessary risks – again – but at least he'd actually given the consequences some thought. Damon counted this as improvement.

Turning around, they finally faced Noah and noticed a girl standing quietly a few feet away. She smiled timidly at Elena and then Damon. Her eyes widened and she almost did a double-take when her eyes landed on him.

"This is Chelsea," Noah introduced the girl, taking her hand and gently pulling her a little bit closer.

She waved awkwardly, still staring at Damon.

Elena intervened, smiling welcomingly to cover up the grin that wanted to come out. "Hey, Chelsea. You're not from around here, are you?" She knew pretty much all the kids in Mystic Falls, being the town's only pediatrician. Chelsea did a weird nod-shake of her head, eyes darting from Damon to Noah and back. Elena knew why she was staring. Looking at Damon was probably like seeing the future Noah's face. Maturity and the first signs of age on Damon's face aside, they were close to identical. And Noah, barely two weeks shy of sixteen, was the exact same height as his father. People who met both of them liked to remark about Noah and doppelgängers, but only their family got the inside joke.

Bonnie always said Damon and Elena were in the business of mass-producing doppelgängers. She had a point because ever since the early days, Elena had often joked that the way Noah looked made it seem like she had been completely uninvolved in the making of him. But it was Emory's birth that solidified Bonnie's argument and scared the shit out of Elena because their youngest daughter was the spitting image of her mom.

Noah, ignoring his friend's staring or maybe simply long used to it, explained, "Chelsea is from Fells Church. We met at the swim competition last week."

"Well," Damon replied, "nice to meet you, Chelsea."

She finally found her voice to mutter the same greeting back.

"Have you eaten?" Elena asked them both. "Go grab a plate."

The day had been hectic, to say the least. There wasn't much to organize, to be honest, the food being delivered from one of Damon's restaurants and the kids taking care of decorations and party hats. But the tables and benches for people to sit and rest their feet needed to be set up and people had started arriving as soon as late morning, dropping off the Salvatore kids' friends and staying for a chat, a drink, a dip in the pool – Damon's birthday falling on a Saturday and all.

Noah nodded and leaned in so Elena could kiss his cheek.

"Do me a favor?" Damon said to his son, "Keep an eye out for Tavi? I haven't seen her in almost an hour and, honestly, I'm a bit scared."

Noah laughed and motioned unobtrusively with his head to somewhere behind himself. "She's in the tree over there. I think I spotted her with binoculars. Probably watching everyone and collecting blackmail material."

"God help us all," Damon muttered, making Noah chuckle.

Noah pulled Damon in for a one-armed hug. "Happy birthday, Dad." He kissed his father on the cheek and then veered towards where the food was set out, tugging Chelsea with him.

Damon glanced about, trying to spot his daughter in the green crown of the large maple tree but her camouflage was perfect. He couldn't see her.

Octavia was a force. There was no other word for it. Just as fearless as her twin brother, but more cunning. She had a mind and a quick wit that Damon was equal parts proud and terrified of. People who didn't know her were generally distracted by her looks – the two different-colored eyes striking in her deceptively innocent face. And she took full advantage of their distraction.

"She's not the one," Tavi's flat voice came out of nowhere and Damon whipped around, coming face to face with his middle child.

"Christ," he said, clutching his chest again, "are you all trying to give me a heart attack?"

Elena laughed beside him and crossed her hands over Octavia's chest as she pulled her daughter in. There was, indeed, a set of binoculars hanging from a strap across her neck and shoulder. Tavi took her mom's hands and used them to swing her body back and forth.

"Not the one?" Elena asked her daughter.

Tavi tilted her head back, looking at her mom upside down. "Chelsea Wright," she explained while playing with Elena's fingers. "She's not the one." Her tone was sure and final.

"How do you know her full name?" Damon asked. "You know what. Don't tell me. I don't want to be an accessory after the fact."

"Her dad is the principal of the Fells Church high school. She's also a year older than Noah."

Octavia held out her hands to Damon in a silent and impatient motion asking to be picked up. Damon complied, grunting slightly at the weight. She was long past too big to be easily picked up anymore, but Damon would rather chew glass than decline her. He was going to exploit every bit of his children's affections for as long as they were willing to give it.

Throwing one arm around Damon's neck and the other around Elena's, Octavia's eyes unerringly found Noah and his girl. "See?" Tavi said from her now elevated position. "He likes her, but she's just like all the others. Nice, cute, and boring."

Damon and Elena watched as Noah and Chelsea loaded their plates with food and then found a spot at one of the smaller tables at the pool's edge. They seemed to be involved in a conversation, but Tavi was right – nothing about this particular date stood out to Elena or Damon.

Aside from being on the swim team, Noah also volunteered at the animal shelter and was president of the science club. By definition his hobbies should have made him a nerdy outcast, but instead, he was popular and friendly with everyone. He was kind, respectful, and soft-spoken. Not to mention good-looking. If he had one vice, it was girls. He liked them. And they liked him. But he did not care for girlfriends. At least he was honest and straightforward about it, so his parents couldn't really fault him for it.

He went out with girls. A lot. But rarely with the same one twice.

Stefanie probably put it best when she said, "They're all either in love with him or they see him as a challenge. Even though he tells them up front that he's not interested in dating, they all think they'll be the one to change his mind. They never are."

No, Chelsea probably wouldn't be the one either.

"Okay," Octavia nodded, point made. She tapped her dad on the shoulder so he'd set her down. "Gotta go now. Things to do."

Damon and Elena both kissed the side of her head before Damon let her go. "Try not to get into too much trouble, will you?"

"No promises," she grinned. "There's only so many years left where I'm legally not accountable for my actions."

"Weirdo," Damon said.

Tavi smiled, proud of the nickname.

Damon turned back to Elena and found her frowning.

"Do you think we're bad parents?" Elena asked.

"No," Damon snorted.

Elena looked at him, surprised at the certainty in his answer.

"I know we are," Damon clarified.

"I'm serious, Damon."

"No, you're not." He pulled Elena into his body and pressed his lips to the top of her head. Their kids were happy, loving and generous, but also smart, fierce, and independent. Elena didn't really believe that there was anything wrong with either the kids or their parenting style. It was just that they were growing up and, in case of Stevie and Noah, becoming adults and it was hard to sit back and watch them make their own mistakes. Damon understood where Elena was coming from.

"At least tell me they know where the boundaries are," Elena pleaded.

"They do," Damon replied, firmly believing it. "Whether knowing will stop them from crossing some of them though…"

"Not helping," Elena grumbled and felt Damon's responding laugh rumble through the chest under her cheek.

Elena turned around in Damon's arms and he wrapped her up from behind. They watched the guests in the backyard for a while, always keeping an eye on the kids. Tavi was nowhere to be seen, but undoubtedly close by. Bennett and his friends were involved in an intense water ball fight with Stevie and her date, Stefanie carrying Emory on her shoulders who squealed loudly in delight. Noah and Chelsea had finished eating and found a quiet corner in the shallow end of the pool, very much wrapped up in each other.

"Did you get him the condoms?" Elena asked.

Damon nodded, knowing who she was talking about. "I put a fresh box in his bathroom earlier this week. And I also reminded him to always keep one in his wallet."

"Thank you."

"I tried sneaking a few into Stevie's nightstand."

"Yeah? How did that go?" Elena snorted, already knowing the answer.

Damon gave a very convincing imitation of their eldest daughter as he replied, "Dad, I appreciate the gesture, but I have no problems getting my own condoms if I need them. This isn't the nineteenth century, you know, and I do know how to use a credit card."

Elena shook in his arms as she laughed. "Sounds very much like the response I got when I offered to get her on the pill. Did she keep them at least?"

"Yes."

"Good."

She wondered how long it would be until they had to go through the 'always be safe' talk with Bennett and Octavia. But knowing Tavi, she would probably be the one to give them the talk. Right then a wet something cannonballed into Elena's and Damon's legs and Elena bent down to pick up her youngest daughter, not caring that her clothes were getting wet. At least Emory was still years and years away from any kind of teenager problems.

"I'm starving, Mommy," she panted into Elena's neck.

Elena passed Emory over into Damon's arms and picked up a towel to wrap around her dripping daughter. "I'll get you something. Wait here with Daddy."

"Pizza. I want pizza," Em called after Elena's retreating back. "The real one. Not Ben's yucky kind."

Several hours later, Stevie found her brother manning the music and speakers setup. She passed him a piece of paper. "Can you find and play this?" she asked.

"Hovi," Noah read. "Is that a chick? Never heard of her."

"Toto, I swear to god, I'm gonna smack you if you don't start calling girls girls. Besides, this is not a girl. Can you play it? It's for Mom and Dad."

"Ugh," Noah groaned theatrically, "is that like a schmaltzy song? I'm not in the mood for love ballads right now."

"One," Stevie replied, "I believe Mom and Dad danced to this on their wedding, at least Aunt Caroline thinks that this was the one. Two, don't pretend like you're so anti love songs. I happen to know you have an entire playlist of Barry Manilow tracks in your hidden files folder." She tapped her head to indicate where that knowledge had come from and that denial was futile. "And three, what's up with your bad mood? You were fine an hour ago."

Noah sighed but decided to confide in his sister. "I'm bored."

"With?"

"Girls."

"Have you tried dating guys?" Stevie dryly replied.

"I think you're confusing me with Bennett."

"So," Stevie tried to rationalize, "Chelsea the swimmer wasn't the one. Who cares? I just broke up with Brandon. Do you see me moping around?"

"You broke up with Brandon? Why? When?"

"Yes. Because he wasn't the one. Just now," she answered all of his questions.

They sat in commiserative silence for a while until the appearance of their uncle Jeremy interrupted their self-pity-party.

"Are you guys alright?" he asked with worry in his voice.

"We're lamenting the fact that we're going to die alone and unloved," Stevie replied with a dramatic gesture of her hand.

"You're sixteen, you're seventeen," Jeremy said, pointing to each of them respectively. "I think it's a little bit too early to throw in the towel."

"Mom was sixteen when she met Dad," Stevie pointed out. She had done the math and she knew that that wasn't when they actually got together, but she was trying to make a point here.

"And it took him, what? One hundred and sixty something years to meet her," Jeremy argued back.

"That's what I'm saying," Noah pointed out, "if we're supposed to wait over a century for the love of our lives to come along, we're doomed, 'cause none of us has that much time."

"Maybe not all of us are meant to have what Mom and Dad have," Stevie added.

"I love you like my own kids, so you'll have to pardon my French, but that's a load of bullshit. If you're just waiting for something to come along, you're going to be waiting a long time. What your parents have – every little bit of it – they fought for it. Because everyone, and I mean literally everyone, was against them."

"Even you?" Stevie asked.

"Everyone," Jeremy repeated. He smiled, or tried to, and Stevie saw something sad in it, tinged with regret. He kissed both of them and walked away.

Stevie couldn't help herself, she glanced over to where her parents were. Bennett was explaining something to them which included a lot of arm waving and her mom was listening attentively while her dad was watching her with a smile on his face and Octavia tucked into his side. Stevie couldn't imagine being in love with someone that her parents, her siblings, even her friends were against? How strong would you have to be to believe in your feelings above all else? Something shifted inside her and it was like she was seeing her parents with new eyes. A wave of pride swelled inside her and threatened to almost overwhelm her. She was so proud of them, of being their daughter, of being part of this amazing family that they created.

With newly found resolve, she motioned to Noah, "Give me your hand, I'm going to try something."

Noah frowned, but gave her his hand, never questioning his sister's intentions.

She took it in both of hers and concentrated with eyes closed. Predicting the future was more Emory's forte, but she was going to try it anyway. Aunt Bonnie kept telling her she could do it. But as Stevie strained that intangible something inside her to see forward, all she could see was…?

She saw a boy who looked exactly like Noah, which was to say, he looked like her dad. Stevie pushed firmer against her own boundaries. There was another boy, this one younger, barely more than a toddler, and she knew his face as well – though only from pictures. It was her uncle Stefan.

'Damon? Will you come play with me?' the little boy was asking in his cute, little-boy-voice and Stevie realized with a start: the other, slightly older boy wasn't just looking like her father, the boy was her father.

The connection broke suddenly and Stevie realized only belatedly that in her shock, she'd let go of Noah's hand.

"Well?" Noah was looking at her blankly.

"Happiness," Stevie replied, "happiness all around."

"You're such a bad liar, Stef." But he did seem a bit perkier than before, so she didn't care.

"I need a drink, something sugary," Stefanie replied. "Play that song for Mom and Dad, okay? Put it on repeat. They deserve to dance to it for as long as they want."

Noah looked at his sister as if she'd lost her mind. But again, going against his sister's wishes just wasn't in his blood. "I queue up a few more tracks for them to dance to, okay?" he offered.

While Noah did that, Stefanie went to find her parents. They were where she'd seen them last, ten minutes ago, but the twins had been joined by Emory once again. All three kids seemed to be talking all over each other.

The song started playing just as Stevie had made her way over to them.

Elena was the first to recognize it. Her face lit up and she got to her feet. "Sorry, princess, but Daddy's mine now," she gently told her daughter, lifting Emory out of Damon's lap and setting her down.

Emmy was about to protest, but Stevie swooped in. "Save your breath," she told her sister with a soft smile. "Mom always comes first."

Beside her, Tavi nodded and added, "But if you play that pout right, there's an ice-cream in it for you."

Elena, who'd pulled Damon out of his seat by then, nodded a thank you at her children before Damon could sweep her over to dancefloor they had sat up on the opposite side of the backyard.

Bennett got them all popsicles out of the freezer and they sat on the porch steps, Stevie in the middle with Emory on her lap, flanked by Ben and Tavi on both sides. A few moments later, Noah joined his siblings as they watched their parents.

After a long moment of silence, Octavia's voice broke it, "Did you know that this was the song Mom and Dad danced to on their wedding?"

Everyone turned to look at her. The information wasn't, of course, news to Stefanie who'd unearthed the track. But she did wonder how the heck Tavi knew that.

"Are we absolutely sure, like one hundred percent sure that she's not some kind of witch?" Noah voiced what everyone was thinking, pointing at Tavi.

Tavi grinned, inordinately pleased with herself.

"Any regrets?" Elena asked the same question he had asked her so many years ago.

Damon was resting on his front with Elena straddling his lower back. She was running her hands all over his back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

It was too early to sleep and the only reason they were on the bed, was because the day had been exhausting. Amazing, but exhausting. Even their kids were tired out and had retreated to their rooms without protest.

"Mh-mm," Damon nodded into the pillow. "I should've married you sooner. Because these backrubs? Golden."

Elena laughed quietly and leaned forward to kiss the exposed side of his face. "Love you," she whispered close to his ear.

Damon's responding smile was swallowed by the pillow.

Elena slid sideways, coming to rest on her side, facing her husband as they shared a pillow. "Anything else?" she asked.

"I am kind of sad now that I said no to a piece of birthday cake."

Elena grinned. "I saved some."

"You did?"

She nodded. "Midnight snack?" she suggested and amended with a glance at the clock on the wall, "Or rather not-quite-midnight snack?"

Damon grinned. "Let's go."

"Finally," they were greeted by Emory's voice in the brightly lit kitchen. "I've been waiting for you forever. Can we eat the cake now?"

Emory, of course, had seen it happen before it did. This was a normal occurrence these days.

Elena wordlessly pulled out the covered plate of leftover cake from the fridge while Damon went to get forks.

"Get seven," Emmy said and Damon didn't question it. He retrieved seven forks and seven glasses, filling them with water.

The twins were the first to arrive. They had barely started to dig in (Bennett only picking out and eating the fruit bits) when Stevie appeared, with Noah lagging behind. Judging by his bedhead, he had probably been in bed already, dragged out of it by his sister. The sight of cake made him wake up considerably, though.

They ate and chatted and made plans for the rest of the birthdays – Emory's was next, Elena's following the day after, with Noah bringing up the rear. Or, as he always put it, saving the best for last.

"Can we go to the lake house?" the twins asked.

Elena and Damon conversed silently before Elena shrugged. "Sure. Why not. We'll just have to ask Uncle Jeremy if he was planning on using it that week."

"He wasn't," Emory replied.

"Just us then?" Damon asked. "Or is Brandon going to join us?" he directed the question at Stevie. He didn't ask Noah if he wanted to bring a girl – he never did.

"She broke up with Brandon," Emory inserted before Stevie could reply.

Everyone groaned and Emory looked around sheepishly. "Oops. Did I do it again?" She clapped both hands to her mouth, giggling. "I'm sorry."

"You're so lucky you're so cute," Noah told her, "else it'd be really annoying having you spill everyone's secrets all the time."

Damon and Elena looked at each other and snorted with laughter which went on and on and on. Their kids stared at them in confusion. And then, because no explanation was forthcoming, they stared at their little sister.

"I don't know why they're laughing. Mommy, Daddy, you're being really silly. Stop it."

"Sorry," Elena wheezed. "It's just…"

"Deja-vu," Damon finished for her.

"I can't believe you dragged me out of bed for this," Noah grumbled, but he stayed in his seat and reclined even deeper into it.

Stevie picked up a cherry from the cake and threw it at him. Noah retaliated by flinging a bit of whipped cream at her. Damon and Elena removed themselves to the kitchen island just in time to avoid being involved in the Epic Cake Battle of 2039 (no winners, all casualties).

Damon offered to make some popcorn which Elena declined, but she did say yes to coffee and together they leaned against each other, watching their children, occasionally dodging the stray sponge cake bullet.

"Thanks for saving me some cake," Damon said to Elena conversationally, as if his kitchen wasn't being painted with butter cream right this very moment. Though he had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the squeals and laughter of their children. "What a lovely sentiment."

"Wasn't it just?" Elena replied in the same light-hearted tone, nodding.

After a pause and a sip from his coffee, he asked, "The party cleaners are coming tomorrow, right?"

"Bright and early."

"Thank god," Damon breathed.

The End.

End notes:

Noah's disgustingly romantic queue of songs for his parents to dance to included:

Hovi - Made of Stars

Heather Nova - Paper Cup

Jack Savoretti - Only You

Phil Wickham - It's Always Been You