A/N sob sob this is the last chapter... oh no! What am I going to do without it? Well, I shall tell you. One word; sequel! Lol, yup, I've got my plans already. But it won't be for a few weeks as I'm off to Greece! YEY! Lol, I'll probably take a notebook and write it all up. Or, I might work on this new idea that is forming. It started with all the reviews saying how everyone loved Jasmyn (aw me too) and then reading a few Luby's. And I don't know... it may be something or nothing, but I might end up extending my repertoire and doing a Luby. Not sure... anyway! Back to the lovely Reela! Lol

Also, if anyone is interested in reading/posting their Reela fics elsewhere, I was recently e-mailed about this new Shane West forum place, where you can post your stories. E-mail me for more info, as I don't have it right now.

Oh and thanks to everyone who said Neela and Gallant were probably married about November time. I am just going to pretend that it was more early October, to suit my time purposes -it is an AU after all. (Basically they're anniversary and the beginning of this story was early October, this is now December.)

Chapter 16- Ray

"So Happy Christmas, I love you baby,

I can see a better time,

when all our dreams come true."

-Kirsty MacColl and the Pogues "Fairytale of New York"

It was Christmas Eve when I finally got to perform again, after only a few last minute practises. As with everything Brett organised, it was completely last minute and I'd only just been granted a full bill of health. I was happy though, Neela was coming. And for the first time ever, she would be there with me. Properly with me. A few other people from work were coming too, Luka and Abby -they'd managed to get a babysitter for the ever gorgeous Jazz, Smith, and even Morris had come back for a reunion. It was weird, but I was actually kind of glad to see him. He'd arrived at the ER in a Jag, wearing a suit. Somehow I thought he might have employed a personal shopper.

"Hey man, I heard you got shot."

"Yeah," I said, laughing, "Twice. I was saving Neela's life."

He grinned, "Yeah I also heard she thanked you for it."

"You could say that," I said, walking down the corridor, Then I turned back as an after thought, "Hey Morris, I've got a gig tonight, wanna come?"

He looked so honoured, I was glad I'd invited him. God only knows what he'd be wearing though.

I looked out from backstage but of course all I could see were lights. I wondered where they'd all be. I wondered if Neela would be near the front. I hoped she would, I had a surprise for her.

"Hey, you nervous or something?" Brett asked, walking up to me with a beer.

"Um... sort of. I haven't played in a while."

"Ri-ight, nothing to do with Neela then?"

I laughed, nervously, "No, of course not. When has my music got anything to do with Neela?"

"Since forever. And especially last practise when you asked us to do that song."

I grinned, "That's a present for me."

"Sure it is," he said, before walking off again.

I shook my head. They knew me too well. I was so... happy recently. Just so content. I was with Neela, and she was happy being with me. Seriously, what more did a guy need? She was the first woman I'd fallen in love with, the one that had gotten away, she was also the one that had come back. And since she had, I felt ridiculously cheesy. I couldn't help it, I'd do these things -sort of to be ironic- because I knew she'd like it, it'd make her laugh. It was like us sharing a private joke. Finally, we could have private jokes. We were a proper couple. I could go out there after my show and pull her on the dance floor, buy her a drink, talk to her all night if I wanted. Because she was mine. I'd always been hers, but now she was mine as well.

"Ready Barnett?" Matt asked as we started onto the stage.

"As I'll ever be," I said, grinning.

"Alright!" Brett shouted into the mic. "How you all doing?"

The crowed whooped and cheered. I looked across them. I could see Abby, Luka, Smith and Morris sitting at a group of tables, but no Neela. My heart jumped into my throat before I saw her, in the middle of the crowd grinning at me. She gave me a cute little wave and I smiled back.

We played a couple of opening songs, and I had to tear my eyes away from her every now and again to check my notes and stuff, but all I wanted to do was look at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was down, framing her face, and she was wearing a t-shirt I'd helped her customise and a black skirt. She was perfect -as always.

"So, as most of you lot all know -being the avid fans you are- this is Ray's first gig after he got shot, being an idiot," Brett said, after a song. "But as a welcome back present he asked us to play this song. It's not my personal choice, but he's a buddy."

"Thanks man," I said, stepping up to my mic, "Yeah, I'm afraid this was my idea and we haven't had much time to practise but hopefully it'll turn out alright!" The crowd cheered and I grinned. Then I began singing; "What is love, 'cause baby I don't know..."

It was me and Neela's song. Well, we'd never gotten round to actually deciding a song -we'd gotten slightly distracted, but this was as good as we had. Of course I'd rocked it up, a lot. But it was more us that way. I looked over at her and she had a wide smile. She began mouthing the words, as well as bobbing her head.

Brett rolled his eyes at me as we launched into the chorus, but the crowd were loving it so he couldn't complain; "You're, you're my number one, I'd do anything for you, catch the rain from the sky, even hold back the tide for you..."

After the set I made my way up front, searching for Neela. She grinned at me and got up, giving me her seat. I pulled her down on my lap. Yeah, that was another good thing about being an official couple.

"I loved our song. Much better version."

"Thanks," I said smiling, and kissing her. "You must be my muse or something."

"You're getting cheesier by the minute!" she said, looking outraged.

"I know, I can't help it. We'll have to do something about it, sometime."

"Yeah, it'll get on my nerves soon, but right now it's pretty cute." She grinned at me, "Happy Christmas, by the way."

"It's not midnight yet."

"Nope, but near enough."

"Our first Christmas together," I said, with a smile.

Abby laughed, "You two are terrible. I'm going to throw up in a minute if you don't stop."

Luka pulled her into his arms, "Leave 'em alone, at least they're not still edging round each other."

"You're right, now that was annoying. I had them both coming to me; Abby, I don't think she likes me any more, Abby what can I do, help me Abby," she said, feigning whiny voices.

"I'm always right," Luka said, laughing.

"Don't you two start as well," Caroline said as they looked at each other.

"Start what?" Abby said.

"You were you know... mooning over each other. Like them," she pointed at me and Neela.

I grinned, "See, you're no better Dr Lockhart."

"Shut up Barnett."

"Or what?"

"Or I won't tell you what Luka and I decided."

"Oh what?" Neela asked, she was nosey.

Luka grinned at Abby, "Well, we decided that since you two have finally gotten together, and you're such good babysitters, well, we were wondering if you would like to be Jasmyn's godparents. I know we're not the most religious family but... we thought it would be nice, if she had someone to look up to, apart from us obviously."

"We'd be honoured," Neela said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, we would. Thank you. And yes we will do some more babysitting, as is our duty," I said with a grin.

"Good," Abby said.

"Poor kid," Brett said, "All her supposed role models are bloody doctors."

"Bloody?" Neela asked, teasingly, "I'm rubbing off on you too now Brett."

"God, I knew it wouldn't be long before I turned British. Hey, do you think chicks will dig the accent?"

I rolled my eyes at him and Neela whispered, "Hey, come outside with me for a minute."

I nodded and followed her to the door. It was snowing. "Wow it's going to be a white Christmas."

"When is it not a white Christmas in Chicago? It snows here constantly."

"So, why have you dragged me outside? Want to take advantage of me or something?"

"In the snow?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "No, it's almost midnight, I wanted to wish you Merry Christmas."

I grinned, "You already did that."

"I know, but I wanted to give you my present."

"Oh?" I said, intrigued, "And what present would this be?"

She took a small parcel from her handbag, "It's not all of your present, but some of it." She handed it to me, "I hope you like it."

"I will," I said, opening the paper. It was a deck of cards, that she'd had custom made. "Bloody hell..." I said, taking them out of the box, "I didn't even know you could do this!"

"I have my ways," she said, cryptically. "Do you like them? I thought we could actually start playing poker now, rather than just watching it.

I looked at the cards, the suits were plectrums, musical notes, stethoscopes and of course hearts. On the back of each was the picture I'd taken with the polaroid, of her leaning on my shoulder, I had the same photo framed on my chest of drawers, but this was better.

"I love them," I said, pulling her to me, "They're fantastic. You're fantastic Neela."

She looked up at me, and it started to snow. Bells began ringing out from somewhere, letting us know it was midnight and officially Christmas.

"Merry Christmas Roomie," she said, going up on tip toes to kiss me.

A/N I know this was kinda short, but it was an ending chapter, sweet fluff really. I hope you liked it, and I hoped you like the story as a whole. But most of all, I hope you'll review! And I hope you'll tell me what you think of a sequel? If no-one's interested I won't post it. But I do have a multitude of ideas, both fluff and angst!