A/N: Come on…. You didn't *actually* think I was gonna end it like that, did ya? What? You did? Then you know me way too well. Please R+R, since this truly is the end.
Epilogue
Arthur was exhausted. But he wouldn't sleep; couldn't sleep. He would stay at Curt's bedside until he woke up. And he would wake up. He had to.
Arthur had flown to the hospital as soon as Lou had told him that Curt had survived the ride there. The pin was tucked inside his pocket; one hand held it, the other was entwined with Curt's cool, limp fingers.
Except suddenly, those fingers weren't so limp anymore. They tightened around Arthur's unexpectedly. Arthur's eyes flew from the pale hand to Curt's face. His eyes were opening, cloudy with pain medication and anesthetic- but also tender with love.
"I think this belongs to you," Arthur said, pulling out the pin and placing in in Curt's hand.
Curt shook his head and reached for Arthur's hand again. He curled Arthur's fingers over the pin. "For your image," Curt murmured, his voice weak. But not too weak to say, "I love you."
Arthur just smiled, heart full, and leaned in for a gentle kiss.
*
Sam didn't remember the events of his leap into Curt Wild, but Al did, and kept a careful record of it, proud, as always, of the results.
Thomas Brian Stoningham Slade pled not guilty by reason of temporary insanity and was acquitted of all charges. He disappeared shortly after. His manager, Shannon Hazelbourne, refused to comment, but it was believed that she facilitated his escape from the public eye.
Arthur Stuart worked for another two years at the Herald, then was offered a job at the New York Times. He won the Pulitzer prize in 1989 for a series he wrote dealing with civil liberties. By 94, he was made editor of the Times.
Curt Wild enjoyed a full recovery. He reentered the music business- as a personal manager, not a performer. Many young artists rose to fame under his guidance, using talent, not flashy tricks. He did keep playing, though mostly at home. Arthur always loved to hear him sing.
That was the biggest success of their mission into the lives of Curt and Arthur. They stayed together through the hard times and the good times- and lived happily ever after.
A/N: I hate cheesy (actually, happy in general) endings. So why did I write one? Aww… coz I'm a sucker for Arthur's big brown eyes and Curt's… well, all of Curt.Arthur and Curt deserved a happy ending. I gave them one. Plus I had my roommate annoying me to change it, as well as Twinks!!!!! PS: Hope you're happy, Chrissy.
Epilogue
Arthur was exhausted. But he wouldn't sleep; couldn't sleep. He would stay at Curt's bedside until he woke up. And he would wake up. He had to.
Arthur had flown to the hospital as soon as Lou had told him that Curt had survived the ride there. The pin was tucked inside his pocket; one hand held it, the other was entwined with Curt's cool, limp fingers.
Except suddenly, those fingers weren't so limp anymore. They tightened around Arthur's unexpectedly. Arthur's eyes flew from the pale hand to Curt's face. His eyes were opening, cloudy with pain medication and anesthetic- but also tender with love.
"I think this belongs to you," Arthur said, pulling out the pin and placing in in Curt's hand.
Curt shook his head and reached for Arthur's hand again. He curled Arthur's fingers over the pin. "For your image," Curt murmured, his voice weak. But not too weak to say, "I love you."
Arthur just smiled, heart full, and leaned in for a gentle kiss.
*
Sam didn't remember the events of his leap into Curt Wild, but Al did, and kept a careful record of it, proud, as always, of the results.
Thomas Brian Stoningham Slade pled not guilty by reason of temporary insanity and was acquitted of all charges. He disappeared shortly after. His manager, Shannon Hazelbourne, refused to comment, but it was believed that she facilitated his escape from the public eye.
Arthur Stuart worked for another two years at the Herald, then was offered a job at the New York Times. He won the Pulitzer prize in 1989 for a series he wrote dealing with civil liberties. By 94, he was made editor of the Times.
Curt Wild enjoyed a full recovery. He reentered the music business- as a personal manager, not a performer. Many young artists rose to fame under his guidance, using talent, not flashy tricks. He did keep playing, though mostly at home. Arthur always loved to hear him sing.
That was the biggest success of their mission into the lives of Curt and Arthur. They stayed together through the hard times and the good times- and lived happily ever after.
A/N: I hate cheesy (actually, happy in general) endings. So why did I write one? Aww… coz I'm a sucker for Arthur's big brown eyes and Curt's… well, all of Curt.Arthur and Curt deserved a happy ending. I gave them one. Plus I had my roommate annoying me to change it, as well as Twinks!!!!! PS: Hope you're happy, Chrissy.