Author's Note: This is the last chapter. I had a blast writing this and I hope you liked reading it. Thank you for reading my story!
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Vaguely Ro became aware of the sounds around her.
The first was a groan.
Slowly she pulled herself up and looked around.
Brown's body was lying on the ground, clearly dead and next to it knelt Pat.
"Are you all right Pat?"
Pat looked up at the sound of her name and Ro could see the tears that had fallen down her face, "I killed him Laren, I actually killed him," she whispered hoarsely.
Ro nodded her understanding and looked at her mother.
Talia's face was peaceful, far more peaceful then Ro ever remembered seeing her.
Carefully she picked her mother up, "We'd better get back to the village and tell them what happened," she said flatly.
Pat nodded, picked up Ro's disruptor and held onto it.
Slowly they walked back, each lost in there own thoughts.
They were met at the village square by Finch and several other Maquis.
While Finch took Talia's body to prepare it for burial Pat and Ro where ordered to tell the other Maquis exactly what had happened.
Only after there report was done where they dismissed and told to rest for the joint funeral at sunset.
Much had happened that day and the repairs would take many years.
But the process had begun.
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Ro gazed out of the window towards the moon, thoughts filling her head and chasing away sleep.
It had been a week since the funeral and life was attempting to become normal again.
A new leader for the cell had been chosen and more raids had been planned, people had been injured in pervious raids and resources had been gathered but none of that mattered to Ro.
Other things had changed too; the little clearing now had an unmarked gravesite and was the place where traitors and thieves would always be buried from now on.
There were two new graves in the town burial grounds.
Ro had helped engrave both headstones; Deanic's inscription was simple, his name and the dates of his death.
Talia's was slightly fancier, "Ro Talia, beloved mother and wife. Survivor of the Occupation. You were always loved even when you were alone."
Ro sighed, Pat was also leaving.
Since she had killed Brown, she had begun to realize the Maquis were not where she was supposed to be.
She was leaving for Bajor in the morning because she wanted to help rebuild it.
Was this what life was, people leaving, dying, changing?
Ro shook her head, since when was she this philosophical?
Suddenly her stomach growled and she realized she was hungry.
Making her way out of the room and down to a replicaor she paused.
Slowly a smile began to form, "Computer, Hasperat," she ordered
Life would go on.
The hurt she felt would fade, to be replaced with memories of the better things in life and she only had to survive until then.
That was her mission now and she couldn't fail.
Fin.