Author's note: Welcome to the conclusion of this part in the Kisses series. It's been a long LONG time coming. Unfortunately my offline life became extremely busy in the past few years and this chapter was left half finished for a long time. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you all for the support through comments and favorites; they are greatly appreciated and always give me a little spark of joy when I see them.

Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I'm sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

It was dark in the hole.

Days and nights blended together as Joseph kept Rook company. It was easy to see why others had fallen under his spell. He was enchanting. The candidness that he spoke in, along with how he handled himself around her; it took Rook by surprise. He was gentle, and patient even when she had fought.

For hours, Joseph would read verses to her- teaching her how he interpreted the good book; and then leaving her alone…. In the dark with one sputtering candle to light a small circle around her.

Her body shook as she heard the door open, eyes falling shut at the sound of someone coming into the room. Her arms were still tied to the steel of the bed frame, and Joseph had replaced her clothes with a long shirt but left her underwear on. It was a small comfort- if one at all. They had no communication out of the bunker. It gave her no way of learning how everyone outside the valley had fared.

Her mind flashed to her son, he was barely seven and had been staying with her parents until she was settled. With her clothes and wallet gone, Rook no longer had the picture of….. Rook blinked tears from her eyes, trying desperately to keep from sobbing at the thought of his death. But he was her child, and surely dying at the hands of an atomic blast was a blessing compared to the hell that the world currently was. It didn't help settle her heart however. She pined for the child that she had barely seen before leaving for Montana.

Even so, in the bunker, she found a small comfort in the companionship that Joseph gave. He was another living person; and that was enough for her to hope for the best, while expecting the worst.

The chair that had been seated near the bed scrapped as it was pulled a little farther away into the darkness beyond the candle light. It settled down, and then the sounds of them sitting. Another test, she figured, keeping her eyes closed. He would speak soon enough, begin reading from where he had left off before.

Instead, as she lay there- tied down and unable to stop him. Joseph began to whistle, the tune eerie and one she remembered oh so well. One she'd heard every time Jacob had taken her.

" Stop!" She croaked, her voice breaking from disuse. It was one of the few times she had spoken in the eternity that was the Bunker. " Don't use that song…"

The whistling stopped, only to be replaced with the sound of his boots on the hard concrete. Boots? Joseph didn't wear boots. He moved like a ghost through the bunker, the smallest brush of skin on concrete the only thing announcing his presence. Someone… Someone else had survived the nuclear attacks?!

" Who's there?" She asked, opening her eyes but unable to see through the darkness beyond her little circle of candle light. She had been in the little circle for a long time, and the darkness beyond was still and unmoving, a wall. But still, she could just make out a shape there. " Speak. You aren't Joseph. He doesn't wear boots! Who else survived outside?!" There was an edge of desperation to her voice, a need for contact from someone other than her captor and before she could say anything else; the candle went out.

She gasped, losing track of the shape in the sudden darkness. Her head turning, trying to find it when she felt the bed lower beside her as the shape sat down. " Who-" the word was barely out of her mouth, when the kiss came.

It made her gasp in recognition, and her eyes strained to see his face. It was tender as a breeze, with an underlying desperation that she mirrored. A need she couldn't identify. Rook deepened the kiss, trying to pull her hands up to touch the spectre before her- to prove that it wasn't just a figment of her imagination. She hadn't wanted to kill him- had wanted to save them all. Keep this hell from becoming a reality…. And she had failed.

" Jacob?" she whispered, after the kiss ended and his forehead was pressed against hers. " You died… I watched you die…" The tears came then, deep racking sobs that shook her. While she sobbed, Rook heard him leave; the heavy scrape of boots on concrete going with him.

When her sobs subsided, she looked into the darkness again; Rook was alone. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried in the darkness. " This is cruel, Joseph. I never thought you would be this cruel. You're a monster."

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Outside the room, Jacob leaned against the wall; listening to her curse his brother. It was only luck that he had survived, having been found still sitting against the rock and bleeding out. But Joseph had known. He had come, with a few of his trusted followers and had them bring him close enough to the bunker that Jacob could be moved in there as soon as possible after the previous occupant had been dispatched.

" She doesn't sound happy to see you, brother." Joseph said, standing across from him.

" She thinks you're playing a trick." Jacob replied, staring at nothing. " She did watch me die after all."

He chuckled, nodding to Jacob. " She can believe me a monster for as long as she wants. However, it changes nothing. When we leave this bunker, she will be completely remade." Joseph gave him a nod before heading towards the room where he'd been monitoring and instructing the outside world from. " however, I still think you should have waited. You haven't fully recovered from the injuries she inflicted upon you."

Jacob's hand moved to run across his chest. It was pure luck that she hadn't killed him. If she had aimed an inch farther to the right, he would have been killed. Bleeding out on the empty river bed, so close to their little meeting spot.

But then… she hadn't wanted to kill him. The picture of her face when Rook had finally taken him down came into his mind's eye. The rage, and complete hurt, followed by the bone crushing sadness in her eyes. His Warrior Angel. Come to exact her revenge for what he had done, and save him from the misery of the former world.

He glanced back to the room, still hearing her whispered words of defiance. A smirk pulled at her lips, and Jacob started to whistle again. The old song. ' Only you…' and it had been only her. He planned to visit again, perhaps take it farther next time. But for now, He was content to let Joseph work his own magic upon her. There was nothing but time now, after all.