Epilogue
By Devon MastersonTerry stood in the backyard looking at the old tree house that he and JM built years ago. He smiled as he thought about the all the many years the kids spent in the little clubhouse planning and scheming. Now his grandkids, nieces, and nephews made use of the place. "Hi, Dad," JM called as he walked up.
"Hi, son," he smirked as he turned around and saw a younger version of himself join his side.
"Is he back yet?" JM asked.
"Yeah, this morning," Terry answered as he started back towards the house.
JM nodded. "Dad I have to know… how did you get her to go along with it?"
Terry smiled. "Son, he had it coming for a long time, even she knew that."
"I just know that he's still pissed."
Terry chuckled. "He'll get over it. Just to make sure I'm making him to come to dinner tonight."
"How did you manage that?" he asked as he opened the door.
"I told him I'd tell him who the master mind behind the whole scheme if he came."
"It wasn't you ?? You know who it was?"
Terry smiled and winked. "Nope," he answered as he went inside. The rest of the family was arriving and they became lost in the exchanges of greetings and hugs.
A couple of hours later, the wolf pack sat around the living room talking. Andy looked around at his children, nephews, nieces, and grandchildren. He smiled proudly. It was hard to believe that once it was only six of them in the family. They had all come a long way and someone in the gene pool had finally surpassed him in the art of cunning. "I've waited patiently enough, who was the mastermind behind my little detour?" he asked.
All of the wolves looked at John-Michael and Robin. "I had nothing to do with it," they both declared in unison.
Andy smirked. "It's neither of your styles. It's the work of some vindictive, complex, and some who does not fear me," Andy remarked as he looked around the room. "I just want to know how it was done with out anyone helping out."
Everyone looked around trying to figure out how the whole thing came about. All any of them could remember was seeing a note that said, "Justice has been served in everyone's favor. The war is over. Seek further instructions at home."
Andy eyed them all suspiciously. "So no one is going to come forward and claim the fame?" he asked.
"Uncle Andy, what happened anyway?" Simone asked.
"While I was in the woods practicing, I was attacked. The person missed and I chased them deep into the woods. Then somehow I lost them and I was knocked out. I woke up later about a day's walk away and it was night. I know it was one of you because they left me some water," Andy answered.
"So the joke wasn't that your passport was stolen, but making you walk home to an empty house and now way to leave the country 'til Mai came to get you?" Joe asked as he started to laugh. "That is so rich."
"Well we know you didn't come up with it Joe," Mai commented as she leaned against Andy.
"Hey I could have," Joe retorted.
"Did you?" Roxy asked.
"Nope, I would be too busy laughing to keep it to myself," Joe answered as he chuckled. "You know this reminds me of the last war. We sat and talked but the kids weren't here."
"So history repeats itself," Dawn said as she sipped a coke.
"Except we talked about names," Joe smiled as he looked over to Andy in time to catch his dirty look.
"Now there's a hot topic. Huh, Mr. Quest?" Dawn smirked.
JM rolled his eyes. "My mom named me after my grandfather," he replied indignantly. "At least she didn't name me something dumb like Francis."
Dawn and Joe both burst out laughing.
JM looked at them strangely then looked to the other elders. Each of them looked away as if keeping a secret.
"Son," Terry said lowly and nonchalantly. "You're uncle's name is Francis."
"Are you serious?" he asked. Terry nodded.
"Hey, Robin, you're not the only one," Dawn teased as she nudged her husband.
"Thanks a lot, Dawn." He remarked as everyone looked at him curiously.
Andy clinched his fists in irritation at hearing his given name. "My middle name is Andrew. No one else mention it again," he said calmly.
Everyone nodded and looked the other way, each trying to handle the interesting information in their own way.
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Andy stood under a tree looking around for his host. He had received a note sometime during dinner to come out Ghent Square Park and all would be revealed. "I'm here, Tia."
Tia jumped from the tree and stood in front of Andy. "How did you know it was me?"
"I knew you'd get me back for setting you up with the other and you made one mistake," he answered as he handed her the note left behind for the others.
"I see," she sighed. "I spelled 'favor' the American way instead of 'favour.'"
Andy smiled. "You still got me. I have to hand it to you."
Tia bowed. "When are we going to plan again for next year."
"Walk with me," he said as he put his arm around her. "JM did a good thing marrying you."
