A/N So this is it, the end of this fic. Look for Game Theory next, and Cherubin after that. For all of you that loved it, thank you, I had a great time writing it. I'll see what I can do about having the first bit of Game Theory up tonight.
"So." She said as the fasten seatbelt sign flickered off.
"So." he repeated, staring out the window of the plane.
"Back to the real world." He nodded. "Wonder what the rest of the gang will think?" He grinned. "They'll be blown away by it."
"It'll certainly be interesting."
"They won't know what to think about that." She laid her head on his shoulder with a yawn.
"Tired?" He asked with a knowing smirk.
"Aren't you the one that's supposed to be the old man?" She countered and he grinned.
"Yes, but that's why they invented plane rides, the sole purpose of them is to sleep." He leaned against the window and closed his eyes.
"Very good idea." She said, doing the same against him.
Sleeping was something that definitely made the flight go by faster. He finally awoke hours later to find her snoring softly against his chest and he grinned, trying to shift his arm out from under her, where she was cutting off the circulation. He failed and saw her eyes flutter open. They were almost back though, they had definitely just past Connecticut, Logan was only a few minutes away and the fasten seatbelt sign flickered on.
"Time to face the music, eh?" She asked and he nodded as they collected their luggage. She hefted all four bags and her guitar into a cart. "Aren't you going to give me a hand?" He smirked.
"Last time I did you bit my head off. You know, if you hadn't packed most of your apartment, you wouldn't need to lug it all back." She glared at him, or at least attempted to.
"Fine, you're right, but just think, if I didn't run, I'd still be pining over Woody." She had a point.
"True, maybe things do work out." He said, giving her a quick kiss.
"So, how do you think we should tell the mourge?" She asked as they loaded the luggage up into a taxi. He fought back a laugh as the cab blasted some country station that was playing the song that they had danced together with, the song about pining away for your love. Well, his someday had come, his somewhere was right there, and his somehow had worked it's way out.
"I think we should walk in, stand in the middle of the hallway and do this." He said, leaning in and catching her lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her and feeling her do the same.