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A/N: Thank you for all your reviews. Here is the epilogue that was asked for. Enjoy!

Gray Manor, Ireland, 1912

A young girl who must have only been eight or nine skipped through the garden. The cool sea breeze whipped at her black hair. She stopped to smell a deep red rose but leapt back in shock when a bee buzzed angrily out of the flower. She stood stock still until the bee flew of to another plant. The girl smiled gently to her self before wandering off. After an hour of traipsing she came across part of the magnificent garden she had never seen before. Albeit this was her parents summer retreat she has ventured round the grounds before and never seen this pair of wrought iron gates. She gently pressed a pale hand against the cool metal and pushed. The gate creaked open and she slipped through the gap. Inside there was a cracked stone path that led round a tall hedge. She followed the path until it came to a stop in front of another set of gates. Through these she found a graveyard. There were only four graves. Three small ones where the inscription was worn away by years of Irish weather. Set a little way back a tall statue of an angel stood over a low tomb. Leaning over the stone she ran the tips of her fingers over the inscription. It read: 'Jocelyn Gray 1988-1903 An Extraordinary Person.' The raven haired girl sat back on her feet.

That couldn't be right. The dates were totally wrong.

Deciding to ask her father she ran off back to the pale stoned house. As she neared the manor she heard her mother.

'Darling please don't do that.' Then a smash.

She flinched from where she was. Her younger brother was only three and was becoming a bit of a handful but when ever he did something wrong her would smile up at their parents, his auburn hair falling into his eyes and they would forgive him. She walked into the cool entrance hall and smiled at the butler.

'Morning Miss.'

'Morning James, where is father?' she smiled sweetly.

'In the library.'

'Thank you.' James went back to his polishing of the shields and she went up the tall staircase to find her father.

Knocking gently on the door, she waited for answer.

'Yes?' came the always superior voice of her father.

She pushed the door open and walked over to her father's plush grey/blue chair. He smiled as soon as he saw her.

'Ada my darling how are you?'

'Fine papa.' He was the only one who called her 'Ada' everyone else called her by her full name Adrienne.

Dorian Gray settled his book down and looked intently at his daughter. She had his hair, eyes and looked mostly like him but she had her mother's personality.

'Papa, I was down in the garden and I found some gates.' She paused as her father's smile fell.

'Go on.'

'I went through those gates and another gate and I found these graves and the only one I could read belonged to Jocelyn Gray. Who is she? Because the dates didn't make sense.'

Dorian leaned back in his chair. He had been waiting for this day where he would have to remember the past. He lifted his daughter and settled her on his lap.

'Well.....'

Gray Manor, Ireland, 1903

The League stood around the stone tomb that was deep in the ground so the lid only came up to their ankles. Wild flowers grew around the other three graves. They belonged to Jocelyn De Loren and Anneliese De Loren, Dorian's mother and grandmother. The third was so old that the inscription couldn't be read and Dorian didn't want to know who it had belonged to.

They had decided to bury Jocelyn at Gray Manor because it felt right to them. They were all welcome to come and visit as Dorian only used it for a summer retreat. The ornately carved coffin was lowered into the tomb by Jekyll, Nemo, Tom and Skinner. They all stood back and regarded the last resting place of their descendant. Allan looked at his companions. They all were sad beyond words. Each one of them was dressed in black. Even Sawyer and Skinner were attired in mourning clothes. A tear ran down Mina's cheek under her black veil. Tom leant forward and dropped the bracelet that he and Skinner had made onto the wood. Then the four men placed the lid on and Skinner applied some substance that would bind the stone so none would open it and disturb her peace. Tom stood, hand in pockets, watching his friend thinking all the while about Joss. Nemo eyes were the only thing that showed emotion on his normally unreadable face. Allan didn't trust himself to say anything so he cast his gaze to the pale blue sky. Remembering how he and Tom had taught her to shoot. He smiled faintly as he recalled her blasting the target into smithereens. Mina shed a few tears silently thinking of how Jocelyn had despised the clothes that she was made to wear and how beautiful she had looked in the gold dress. Jekyll just stood watching the shadows of clouds fall across the tomb. He thought of how she had confided to him about how initially she was wary of Dorian. The ebony haired immortal didn't cry, nor didn't he scream that it was unfair and how he should have been taken instead of her. He recalled all the good things about Jocelyn; her smiles, laugh, how she hadn't let them take over her life and enjoyed herself at the beach. In his eyes she was his daughter and he would always think of her as that.

The League left the grave and the manor to return to London. Each went their own separate ways. Tom returned to America and the secret service taking Skinner with him. Jekyll married a fellow chemist who taught at the local all girls school and was very understanding about Hyde. However, she needn't fuss over her husband's alter-ego as he had lain dormant since the battle. Nemo took Allan back to Africa and continued his sailing of the world. Dorian proposed to Mina after being egged on by Tom, Skinner and ,unexpectedly, Jekyll. Even though the League had separated each year on the same date they met at Gray Manor and remembered Jocelyn.

Gray Manor, Ireland, 1912

That night as Ada drifted to sleep she heard her door open. She sat up and looked, straining her eyes to see in the dark. Suddenly she saw a young woman of around sixteen dressed in the fashions of a decade ago. She had long auburn hair and a warm smile. Her outline was blurred but still gave her shape. She looked familiar.

'Who are you?' Ada asked.

'I am Jocelyn Gray,' Ada stiffened, 'Don't be afraid. Just please listen.'

The raven haired girl nodded and drew her knees closer to her chest.

'I need you to tell the League that every year when they come I thank them for not forgetting me. I am sorry for what I did. Tell your father, papa, that I will always love him. Even if I say I don't.' she added with a smile, 'Look after him Ada for me. And don't worry I will always be here for you.'

And with that the Jocelyn disappeared before her eyes. Ada felt the tide of sleep wash over her and drag her to its calm, dreamless depths. She smiled gently as she knew no harm would come when she was watched over by her sister.

A/N (2): Thanj you to everyone who reviewed throughout my first ever fanfic. Hopefully I will be able to start a better fic. So keep your eyes peeled!

Love, Artemis Gray