Author's notes –Wow, for a while I honestly thought this would never happen. But this is, sadly, the end of the line for Love Me Back to Life. I'm really happy that I finally finished this story and by far, I think it's some of my best work. I really hope you all agree. I also hope, I ended this on the right note. This was the hardest chapter I've had to write in a long time and I'm not sure if it was had because I didn't know what to write, or hard because I didn't want it to end. But hey, that's what sequels are for right.

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who has been there with me for the last year of this fic. I want to thank you all so much, you reviews and support have meant so much to me and I appreciate every review that has been sent to me (even the bad). I want to give a special shout out to CenasNakedInMyBedWithMe, Little-Miss-Rachel, willmon, crazychick, and RedemptionOfHope. Thank you all for sticking with me though this!

Also, I'd like to know if anyone is interested in a possible sequel for this story. I have some ideas and right now I'm not too sure if I should go for the sequel of just leave the story where it is. Let me know please.

And please, feel free to tell me what you think of this story, especially now that it's finished. I thrive on feedback and I would really like to know what you think of this fic, so please, review.

Well, that's all I can think to say, enjoy the final chapter of Love Me Back to Life.

Tink

Disclaimer – I own nothing that is recognized in this fic and it is in no way real. This is fiction (meaning not real) and was written for my own, odd pleasure. Please do not sue me, you really wouldn't get much.

At Last

Amy laid against the wall ignoring the searing pain in her body as she looked at the scene before her. In the middle of the room, her best friend was hunched over the cold body of the man who tortured her for years as he sobbed uncontrollably. Just behind them laid the man Amy loved in a pool of his own blood. Tears stung at Amy's face as they trailed downward; they were tears of joy for the end of this living nightmare and at the same time, they were tears of grief and sorrow for the love she lost in the fight for her life.

She looked sadly between Jeff and Adam unsure of who she should go to. As she watched Jeff cry over the body of his brother, Amy decided to let him be for the moment and she slowly crawled to where Adam lay. Upon reaching his still form, Amy fought to hold back her sobs. She let her hand rest on his at his stomach as she brushed his hair from his face. He looked so peaceful, she thought. As Amy's eyes trailed down to Adam's fatal wound then back to his closed eyes she couldn't shake Matt's voice as it played through her head.

"Do you see what you made me do? He wouldn't be dead now if it weren't for you. This is your fault Amy. This is your fault Amy. This is your fault Amy," the voice continued as Amy ran a hand along Adam's face, Amy was unable to disagree with what Matt had said; Adam was gone and it was all her fault. Sobbing out loud, Amy cried as she held him close. It wasn't fair, she thought, to let such a man die, especially when she still needed him so much.

Amy laid her head on his chest as she quietly cried allowing the rhythmical sounds of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest soothe her. Just then, Amy bolted up, her tears stopping for the first time since Adam had been shot. He had a heartbeat, she thought as her eyes lit up with joy, and he was breathing. Through her joy, she didn't notice a pair of green eyes slowly blink open.

"An angel," Adam whispered as he looked at Amy whose mouth dropped slightly in shock. A moment ago, she thought she'd never hear that voice again.

"Adam," she managed to say as tears once again began to fall.

"Are you okay," he asked slowly, pain shooting through his body with every word he spoke.

"I'm fine," Amy nodded.

"Matt…"

Amy looked behind her to Jeff and Matt before she answered, "It's over Adam, it's over." Adam looked at Amy lovingly as police officers and security rushed in the room.

"Get some EMT's up here now," an officer said into his radio as he holstered his gun. "We have two with gunshot wounds, one stabbed, he's dead."

2 Months Later

"Hey," Amy squealed as Adam plopped a dish into Amy's rinse water splashing her slightly.

"It was an accident," Adam laughed as he put suds on her nose. With a devious grin, Amy grabbed the faucet's spraying attachment and hosed Adam down. "No fair! No fair!" Adam ran around the kitchen and ended up hiding behind the island counter in the kitchen as Amy still held the sprayer.

"Do you give up?"

"I surrender," he said waving a napkin over the counter before coming out of his hiding spot. He walked back to Amy and gave her a wet hug before continuing to wash the dishes.

"You should run upstairs and change, Trish and Jay will be here any minute." Amy pointed out as Adam nodded and kissed her before making his way upstairs to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror on the dresser, Adam pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the hamper. He looked down his reflection to the large scar over his stomach and thanked God once again for the fact that he was still alive. Slowly he walked in to the closet, smiling at the smaller feminine clothing that had nearly taken over the closet. He went to the small section that still held his clothes and grabbed a random shirt. As he pulled the shirt on, Adam thought fondly of the redhead and how happy he was that she decided to stay with him, rather than get her own house. A door shut downstairs and Adam heard voices that shook him from his thoughts as he headed back downstairs.

"Have you heard from Jeff," Trish asked Amy as they sat on the couch. "I've tried to call him, but he won't take my calls."

"He's doing better than he was," Amy sighed, "the doctors say he could leave soon if he wanted, but he won't. The depression medication he's on seems to have helped slightly; it's been a month since he stopped trying to kill himself. He was really messed up after what he had to do to Matt."

"I think anybody would be a little messed up after what Jeff went through. Think he'll ever be the same again though?" Jay asked as Adam entered the room.

"We can only pray that someday he will be," Adam said as he sat down next to Amy.

"And when does the doctor say you two can come back to work," Trish asked trying to change the subject.

"Another couple of months or so, depending on how the rehab goes," Amy answered as Adam rubbed her injured shoulder.

"Not that we aren't enjoying the time off," Adam winked as the friends all laughed. Amy smiled happily as he looked at her friends and lover beside her. Three months ago, she would have never thought she could be this happy. But here she was, safe in the arms of a man who loved and cherished her. It was the happy ending she had wished for and Amy hoped it could stay this way forever.