Weeks began to fly by. Dinners at home and nights by the fire or watching the ocean on Rory's back porch were their favorite things to do. Halloween had given way to Thanksgiving which they spent together with just a few close friends since Jerrica's sister was far away and Rory's parents had both passed away. She hadn't told him yet and once he met them it came as a huge shock.

"Rory, you remember Phyllis and Mary don't you? Roxy will be here shortly."

"Hi Rory." Mary said.

"Stormer?"

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Mary now."

"I didn't recognize you without the blue hair and wild makeup."

"Well, that doesn't go over very well if you're a teacher, which I am now." she said. "This is my husband Mark and our new daughter Kaitlyn. Mary said as a tall, dark haired man walked in carrying a baby carrier. Rory looked at the once Misfit in disbelief. Her hair was now a chestnut brown and she wore a long skirt, instead of the mini ones she used to wear.



"Hey, what about me?" Phyllis asked.

Rory looked at the woman who was once enamored by him. Her hair was a dark black and she wore less abrasive makeup than she used to.

"It's good to see you Pizz....I mean Phyllis. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, it has. I'm not married and I don't have any kids if that was going to be your next question. I run one of daddy's companies now."

"How is your dad?"

"Daddy passed away last year. Thank goodness I had Mary and Roxy and Jerrica to help me through. He left me his empire and Jerrica here taught me how to run it, for free. She's great."

"Yes, she certainly is." he said wistfully as he watched her cradle Kaitlyn in her arms.

"Your really over it for her aren't you? I never thought I'd see the day." Phyllis laughed.

"Yes, well your not the only one who's changed my dear."

Just then the doorbell rang. Rory opened the front door to find a still white haired Roxy. "Roxy?" he asked. "Yeah, who are you? Where's Jerrica?" she asked, looking Rory over suspiciously.

Jerrica stepped up behind him to greet her friend. "Roxy, you remember Riot don't you?" Jerrica asked as she led the woman into the house.

"Riot? Wow, you look different. Where's the rest of The Stingers?" she asked. Rory looked at a now older Roxy who, though she still had white hair, wore less makeup and a less garish outfit than he last saw her and the Misfits in.

"We broke up years ago. The others are scattered. How have you been Roxy?" Rory asked as he took her coat and put it in the closet.

"Can't complain. Now when do we eat? I'm starving." she yelled as she walked over to talk to her friends. Rory just shook his head and smiled. Jerrica came up behind him and put her arms around his waist.

"Having fun?" she asked.

"Absolutely. This is like a family reunion of sorts." he said, watching the goings on around him.

"Just wait until the Holograms visit. Now that will be interesting." Jerrica said as she gave Rory a light kiss on the back of his neck. Rory turned and put his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Are you afraid of what they will think of your new life?" he asked.

"Not afraid. Well, maybe a little. Their like sisters to me and I value their opinion, but I'm just afraid they will not accept how everyone has changed." she said.

"Well, they may have trouble at first but just be patient with them. They will come around." Rory said.

"Your right. Now, no more serious talk. Let's eat." Jerrica said. Everyone took a seat at the table. The evening progressed nicely. There was a lot of eating, talking, and laughing. By the time the last guest left it was well into the morning.

"I'm so tired, but it was fun." Jerrica said as she closed the front door and locked it.

"I feel the same way. What do you say we sleep in tomorrow?" Rory asked as he took her hand and led her up the stairs.

"I say you know the perfect thing to say. Especially since when we do get up we'll have all of that cleaning to do." Jerrica said from inside the bathroom as she slipped into a long, black nightgown. When she emerged, Rory was already fast asleep. She stood in the doorway for several minutes watching him sleep, hoping that she could keep watching him forever.