(author's note: okay, we're going back to Terry's pov. This is the last part, I think....)

I woke up that morning in Michaela's bed. I looked down at her snuggled deep in my arms. She looked very happy and content laying there in my arms. I know I was happy to have her be there. But I must say, we did have a hell of a night, but that's a story for another time.

She woke up about a half an hour after I did. She was always so beautiful when she woke up.

" Hey beautiful." I said, kissing her forehead.

" Hey yourself Tiger." she said smiling, kissing me back. We layed there in bed kissing for a while and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Suddenly the phone wrung and she rolled over and picked it up.

" Hello.......uh-hu......no. Oh, well I guess I can come in for a while. Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." she said, sighing. She hung up the phone and rolled over again to face me. " I have to go to the office for a little bit. They lost part of my article on the computer and they need the hard copy."

" Damn journalist." I said laughing. She smiled and kissed me.

" But you love me anyway right?" she said.

" Of course." I said. She got up and wrapped the sheet around her, leaving me with a blanket and went to her dresser, getting out some clothes then going to the bathroom. I pulled my boxers on and went down to the kitchen to get something to drink. She came down in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, putting her hair up into a ponytail as she walked.

" I'll be home soon." she said. She walked over to me and kissed me then grabbed the keys to her convertible and started towards the door. Just as she was going to open it she turned back around and looked at me. " I love you."

" I love you too, now you better git before I get the urge to carry you back up to that bedroom." I said laughing.

" Oooh, maybe I should stay then." she said laughing. " Love you."

" Love you too." I said as she shut the door. It felt good to finally get to say that to her. I went in and sat down on the couch and flipped on the television to see the news. I fell back asleep sitting there watching and woke up about half an hour later. I looked around and saw that Michaela wasn't home yet. I started to go back out to the kitchen to get something to drink when a news bulletin came on. For some odd reason I felt compelled to stay right there, so I did.

" Hello, this is Michael Mann reporting from downtown where there's been an explosion at The Daily Sun offices. People are still in the building and firefighters and medical technicians are on the scene. Five people have already been pronounced dead. We'll keep you informed of any updates." the reporter on television said. Michaela worked at The Daily Sun. I had to get down there. I ran upstairs and threw my clothes back on and came back downstairs to see Scott standing there at the door.

" I heard about the explosion. Michaela wasn't at work was she?" he asked.

" They called her in." I said frantically.

" I'll drive." he said. We went out to his car and sped downtown. Police stooped us a block from the office. I could hear screaming and crying in the distance.

" We can't let you go down there sir." one of the officers said, holding me back.

" My girlfriend works there. She was at the office this morning, I have to see if she's okay." I said, scared to death.

" Okay, you can go through." he said, letting me go. I ran the rest of the block and approached one of the officers down there.

" My girlfriend was here when the explosion went off. I don't know where she is." I said frantically. She couldn't be dead. I don't know what I'd do if she was.

" I don't know what to tell you sir, the coroner is identifying, or trying to identify the dead over there." he said, pointing over to another section of the sidewalk. I saw Scott over there with a horrible look on his face. I ran over to him and looked at him.

" What's wrong Scott? Is there someone else we know here?" I asked. Michaela couldn't be dead. She probably got out just in time.

" Terry, look down." he said, tears forming in his eyes. I looked down and saw reddish brown hair the exact color of Michaela's coming from under one of the sheets.

" No. That's not her. It can't be my Michaela. She's going to be just fine." I said. The coroner came over and lifted the sheet for us, and my worst fear was realized. It was Michaela under that sheet. I got on my knees down beside her body and took her into my arms. " Come back. You can't just leave me. I need you." I said, crying like a damn baby. I looked down and it looked like her chest had been completely flattened. It looked horrible. I felt Scott kneel down beside me and put his arm around me. I couldn't believe that she was gone.

We held the funeral almost a week after the accident. They caught the bastard that planted the bomb too. I wanted to go do the exact thing to him that he did to Michaela, crush his chest. Scott, Adam, Jay, Matt, Jeff and everyone else were always there for me when I needed them. I knew that they would be. There were times I'd cry before my match, manage to stop, go do my match and then come back and start crying again. Vince and Linda told me that if I wanted any time off just to tell them and then just go, but I needed to focus on other things. I knew Michaela was up in heaven, watching me, helping me be strong, but it was tough sometimes. But I'll never forget her last words to me....

" I love you."



THE END

(Author's note: OKAY OKAY OKAY. Don't hate me. I just couldn't bring myself to write another happy ending so soon. It had to be this way. (okay, maybe it didn't HAVE to be this way, but it is.) I had to do it. On orders from a higher power whom I can't name because they don't exist. But anyway, I hope you liked it anyway. ~R.G.~)