A/N - Last part! Kinda short, but neh. It was a harder scene to write than I'd expected and it took me forever. XD Anyway, I'm very proud of myself for having finished a multi-parter like this. n-n Enjoy.

--To those of you who have read Sir Thursday and are wondering how this could work because of "certain events"... PM me. I have it figured out, but since it doesn't have any place in the actual story I won't post that here. XD


As he looked at her, Tuesday realized how much she had physically changed. She was now rather short for a superior Denizen, though she still would have been tall for a mortal woman; and Tuesday did not think her blue eyes had been so shadowed before. She was thinner, smaller, with a wary expression on her tired face, and as she met Tuesday's eyes, she stepped back a pace.

"Wednesday," Tuesday said softly, completely still.

"Grim Tuesday." Wednesday's voice was a whisper, and her eyes never left his face. "Have you come to finish Saturday's work for her?"

For a moment, he was unable to speak. "No. I… I wanted to find you." Tuesday's voice almost broke. "To find out the truth. And… to ask your forgiveness."

"You are one of the Morrow Days." Her voice was flat and expressionless. "What reason have you to leave me alive? I was a traitor to you; I have furthered the cause of the Rightful Heir… or at least I have done all in my power to do so. I was cursed for it, and for a time I nearly lost my mind in hunger. I thought I would be consumed by Nothing in body and soul; yet I prevailed in the end. I was a shell of my former self, but I was alive, and I was free." She looked steadily at him, her face carefully controlled and emotionless. "Why, then, should you try to deceive me this way? What do you want with me now? I stand by my decision, and I do not regret it. I stand against the Morrow Days. If you wish to end my life now, so be it. I am tired of endless fighting. The Morrow Days have no use for a traitor. Whatever you want with me, I will have no part in it. What reason have you to hold back?"

"I love you, Wednesday," Tuesday said softly, his voice shaking. "I always have. I am the traitor, not you. I should have stood with you when you challenged the Morrow Days. I should have protected you. I failed to do so. I don't deserve you. After what I did… I deserve nothing. But please…" He broke off, taking a deep shuddering breath. His eyes, like hers, glistened with unshed tears. Slowly he stepped forward and enfolded her in his arms. "Could you ever forgive me for what I did to you?" he whispered.

She stiffened in his embrace for a few moments, and then suddenly collapsed against him, her head resting on his shoulder, crying steadily. Tuesday stroked her hair softly. "It's okay now," he whispered. "Everything will be all right now. I've found you."

For what seemed like an eternity, they held each other. Finally they broke apart. "It's really you," Wednesday said softly. "You've come back. I thought I'd lost you."

"So did I," murmured Tuesday, looking at the ground. After a brief silence he looked back up. "I have to go back," he said. "I need to help with the rehabilitation efforts in the Far Reaches. Will you… come with me? Help me repair the damage I've done there for ten thousand years. And after that… I want to return here with you. To the Border Sea."

Wednesday met his eyes and smiled. "Yes. Let's make a fresh start."

Taking her hand, Tuesday smiled, leading her back to where the Denizens and Rats would be waiting. "Let's go home."

Hand in hand, Tuesday and Wednesday walked along the shore to a new beginning and a new life in the Far Reaches.

Fin