A/N: So, a small part of this chapter was inspired by the Dawson's Creek series finale. I cannot be blamed for being forced to watch that particular episode three times in a row by my mother, who sobbed every single time. The rest is purely me and my muse. Usual disclaimer applies as per usual, and as it always will, and now, the story continues.

Chapter 40- Wherever You Will Go

"So lately, you're wondering
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If the rain will wish I'd fall
I'd fall upon a star
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If the rain will wish I'd fall
I'd fall upon a star
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go"

Wherever You Will Go by the Calling

Greg sighed deeply as he looked at the blank computer screen. This was it; it was time to finish it. With another sigh, he moved the mouse and the screen flashed to life, revealing a Word Document titled "Greg's Will." Leaning back in his swivel chair, he read the words he had already typed.

"Dear Everyone,

"Well, if you're reading this, it means I'm no longer with you. At least physically. I mean, not to be presumptuous or anything, but I at least like to think that I'll stay in your memories for awhile. A long while. I'd like to say forever, but forever's a long time, and I daresay you all have a lot more important things and people to remember.

"Which actually brings me to the things I want to make sure are done once I'm gone. Firstly, make sure my girls are taken care of. Nicola, Freya, and Sara…make sure they're taken care of. I would never forgive myself if once I died they got evicted or if my daughters couldn't go to college or something stupid like that. So please, watch over them. Oh, and Nick, since I'm sure Sara's crying by this time, can you grab her a box of Kleenex? Thanks."

Greg smiled slightly. How true. Catherine would probably be crying too, but she was one of those women who always carried a little pack of Kleenex in her purse, so he wasn't too worried about her.

"Alright, so request numero dos. All my worldly possessions, such that they are…well, while it would amuse me to no end to watch Nick, Archie and Warrick fight over my PS2 games (my money's on Warrick—man can kick some serious ass), I'm sure you all don't really want to have to witness that, so I'll make it easy for you. Nick, Warrick, Archie, all the games are conveniently labeled, so y'all can take the ones labeled with your names (And no, Nick, the 'y'all' was not a dig at you, I promise). As far as my other stuff goes, I'm sure Sara will want to keep some of my stuff, so go ahead and use your discretion, sweetheart. Just give Hodges a few shirts or something and tell him they're from me, to improve his fashion sense. The rest of my crap can be packed up and given to charity or whatever. Hell, you can even burn some of the stuff if you want. I really could care less.

"Oh, how could I forget…money. Well, let me put it to you straight. I don't have any. My funds are dried out, my bank account is empty, hell, I'm fairly certain I don't even have twenty bucks in my goddamn wallet. So don't even worry about splitting that up…there's nothing there to split.

"Finally, funeral. Well, planning my own funeral has always kind of creeped me out, so, once again, I leave it to your discretion. I promise I won't hold an eternal grudge against any of you if you do something I don't like (unless if Nick plays country music—then St. Peter's getting an earful). Just try and make sure there isn't too much religious mumbo-jumbo. Oh, and a little Marilyn Manson wouldn't hurt either (Though I thoroughly realize this suggestion will most definitely NOT be heeded, it can't hurt a man to try, right?)."

Greg looked thoughtfully at the computer screen where the words ended and began to type, hesitantly at first, then picking up speed as he went along.

"I guess that's about it, everyone. And then I guess this is good-bye, one last time. I miss you all, and I love you all. Sara, I will love you until the end of all time, and even beyond that. Take care of our daughters.

"And please, don't forget me. Any of you. Please. Firstly, cuz then I'd have to be one of those pissed ghosts who haunts you for the rest of your lives, which would kinda suck for me, and secondly, because if there's one thing I want, it's to be remembered.

"Good-bye everybody. I love you all.

"Yours with all my love,

"Greg Sanders"

Greg leaned back in his chair once more and read over the words. It pretty much summed it up, as best he could. He had never been very good with words. He sighed and pushed the print button. That was one thing taken care of.

Turning away from his desk, he rolled his chair over to where a video camera was perched atop a tripod in the corner. He sighed once more before picking up a piece of paper off the desk and pushing record on the camera. He smiled at the camera. "Hi, Nicola, it's Dad. Look, there are just some things I wanted to tell you about…"

Three hours later, Sara knocked on the door to his little study and poked her head in. "Everything ok?" she asked concernedly.

"What? Oh, yeah, everything's fine," said Greg distractedly, not looking up from his computer.

She leaned against the door and raised an eyebrow at him. "Greg, sweetie, I thought you're only working three days now so that you could spend more time with your family, not more time holed up in here doing God knows what."

Greg gave her a look. "I'm almost done, alright?" he said, but his voice masked a smile. "Besides, this is important."

Sara came over to him and put her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin in his shoulder. "What could possibly be more important than your family?" she asked teasingly, eyes scanning the computer screen. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Greg, what are you doing?"

"Er…well, I'm making movies. For Nicola and Freya…and for you." He looked at her earnestly. "Things that I haven't said, or that I want to say again."

She frowned at him. "You have time though," she protested gently. "Time to say everything that needs to be said."

"Time to say some things, sure," said Greg, turning back to his computer, "but not enough time to explain everything. I mean, I'm not going to be here to help Nicola with her chemistry homework, or tell Freya that guys are jerks after her first break up. I'm not going to be here for any of that. So I figured I'd tell them the only way that I know how, through videos."

Sara nodded slowly and gave him a sad smile as she sat on the edge of the desk. "I can understand all that," she said quietly, "but what things do you have to say to me? There's not much to say that you can't say now."

"No, but what about our first anniversary?" pointed out Greg. "Or Freya's first birthday? Or my birthday? Or whenever you get lonely? This is one way that I know at least a part of me will be here for you."

She couldn't stop the tears as they began their journey down her face. "Greg," she whispered, reaching for his hand, "not just a part of you will be with me. All of you will."

"I know," whispered Greg, just as quietly, "but just in case you ever need a reminder…"

"Thank you," said Sara genuinely, tears sparkling on her cheeks and in her eyes. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Greg smiled at her, a slightly bittersweet smile. "I'm glad you like it," he said gently. "I just wanted to make sure that you won't forget me or something."

"Greg, I could never forget you," she said seriously, eyes searching his. "How could I possibly forget you? I love you. I will always love you, and I would never forgive myself if I forgot you."

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "I know," he said quietly. "I know. And I just want you to know that when I'm gone, I won't…I won't begrudge you for moving on. I mean, I know it's going to be lonely, and—"

Sara shook her head emphatically. "No. No matter how lonely I get, or how hard it may be, I will not move on. Greg, I. Love. You. Period, end of discussion. You. And no matter what, that will never, ever change." She gripped his hand tighter. "On our wedding day, I swore to be yours forever, and that has not changed, nor will it ever change."

"I just want you to be happy," whispered Greg, tears in his eyes. "Even if it means you marrying someone else down the road."

"That won't make me happy, though," she whispered, tears shining in her eyes as well. "You're the only one that makes me happy." She smiled at him. "You always make me laugh."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult," sniffed Greg, trying to sound wounded.

"It's a compliment, baby, I promise," she said with a smile, coming over and sitting on his lap. "I would never insult you…to your face, at least."

He groaned loudly. 'I always knew you and Nick were making fun of me behind my back," he said grumpily, but he was smiling, and he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "When do you go back to work?"

"Mmm…tomorrow," she said, leaning her head against his chest and closing her eyes.

"Wish you didn't have to," he murmured against her hair. "I'll never get to see you cuz you'll always be working."

"I won't always be working," she protested. "I'm working six hour shifts only, with overtime only when absolutely necessary."

"Yeah, but what constitutes absolutely necessary?" asked Greg, smiling into her hair. "What you deem necessary and what the rest of the world deems necessary tend to be two opposite things."

"Tell you what," she said, leaning away from him and looking up at him seriously, "if I think I need to stay overtime, I'll call you and make sure it's absolutely necessary, alright?"

"Honey, I was joking," said Greg gently. He pulled her close again and rested his cheek against her head. "Although a phone call probably wouldn't hurt."

"Alright, alright, I'll call," said Sara, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. Her gaze softened as she smiled at him. "Besides, you know I'll probably be calling every fifteen minutes anyway just to make sure you guys are alright."

"Yeah, think of how bad it'll be when both of us are at work," said Greg with a grin. "Poor babysitter will never want to work again."

"Probably," agreed Sara with a laugh. She stood up and kissed Greg before saying, "Well, I'm going to go make dinner."

"That's right, woman," said Greg cheekily, his eyes twinkling in hidden laughter. "You go make my dinner."

Sara gasped theatrically. "How dare you speak to me like that!" she exclaimed. She smiled at him, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Remember, Greg, I am authorized to carry and use a firearm."

"Leave!" he complained, shoving her gently toward the door. "I'll not stand for your idle threats! Besides, I want to finish this."

"Fine, fine," said Sara. She kissed him once on top of his head before leaving.

Greg smiled after her before turning back to his computer.