A/N.Weaver's POV. The previous chapters were focusing on Tilly and her relationship with Rogers. In the final chapter, though, my main purpose was to 'put them into perspective' so to speak, and Weaver seemed like the best man for the job (I mean, who else could do it properly? :D). I also tried to explore his feelings for Killian, which was a fun thing to do. Contradictory at times, but fun.

Weaver's POV

Tilly looked happy. It was even worth the endless dinner accompanied by the even more endless chatter.

Tilly liked to talk about all kinds of things and strangely enough, he didn't mind.

But the most important thing was, neither did Rogers.

Rogers. Their past was so colorful that it was nearly impossible to connect all the dots, to remember everything that happened and to weigh the meaning behind every episode.

Sometimes, he would lay awake at night, trying desperately to solve at least one of those tasks but would soon realize that solid analysis didn't really help. Not anymore.

Through the first moments of desperate hope. Up to hurt. Hate. The never-ending cycle of revenge that became his whole life in the process. He tried to think of those things, reevoke these old feelings, make them real again but every one of those attempts got blinded by the baffling reality of Tilly's - Alice's - smile, and the things, so damn real then, simply failed in comparison. And the most baffling thing was, he didn't even want them to return.

"Weaver, do you agree? You have to agree with me, that's really urgent!"

Why would he want that indeed?

He didn't even have the time to sigh before Rogers captured Tilly's attention once again throwing him a 'told-you-so' glance along the way.

Weaver wanted to tell him that he was the one who kept warning them about things (and what did that damn pirate think of himself anyway?) but since Tilly was sufficiently distracted, he decided to give up some ground. For now.

Rogers. Why was it so easier to think of him as 'Rogers'? He knew the answer and yet he couldn't stop himself from asking the question over and over again.

The pirate. Hook. So many names, and yet so little sense. When you hate someone, does their given name even matter? What mattered was your name for them, the way their bad side was reflected in your eyes, and the more lopsided that reflection was, the more hatred it bred. You simply didn't look behind that.

Killian Jones. Still a pirate who took his wife and pushed him to become what he became. Still an enemy who swore to destroy him. And yet, now there was Alice Jones. Alice Jones whose smile lit up the room. Alice Jones whose trust and friendship turned out to be a real miracle just when he thought that any remaining miracles were completely extinct.

Rogers. This name opened up a new page. Partners. Detectives. And a whole lot of other social titles that didn't have any significance whatsoever. Evidently, one could create a fake town of fake titles and that still didn't make them real. However, this time around, it wasn't at all about titles and that was… unexpected.

Tilly would've chosen another word for it, though.

"Detective Weaver, aren't you going to join us?"

He wasn't exactly sure what he was joining but Tilly's grin made it difficult to refuse. So now grins were influencing his behavior. He was progressing nicely, that's for sure.

"Detective Rogers here wants to know if…"

The rest of the sentence was left unspoken, which was a polite way to put it. The real way would be to say that it was cut short with an indignant squeak.

Apparently, Rogers haven't been idle in expressing his opinion on the matter.

"Pushing me under the table where I can't see doesn't mean I can't feel it as well."

Now Rogers seemed to be battling with laughter. Tilly was less amused, though.

"Go on, Tilly. What was that detective Rogers wanted me to know?"

Tilly threw a cautious look at Rogers who, having won the battle, settled on a determined, almost stern expression.

Now Weaver was the one who had to keep the undignified sounds inside, which proved to be much more difficult than he'd expected.

In fact, everything was much more different from what he'd been expecting.

"Do you believe in Henry's book?"

Her tone was serious now, too serious too feel comfortable about lying, even if it was for their sakes.

"Do I believe in its existence? I held it in my hands, so yes, I'd definitely say I do."

Fortunately, the lack of skill was never from the luck of experience. Not in his case anyway.

The almost desperate expression in Tilly's eyes made him feel uncharacteristically guilty, and he didn't like it one bit.

Fake words came out so much easier with someone he had no real feelings for. And he had to admit that Tilly wasn't one of those people. Far from it.

"If I told you that it was all true, would you believe me?"

She nodded her head quickly, as if afraid he was going to withdraw the offer.

"Well, the problem is, my belief isn't enough."

He didn't look at Rogers when he said those words but Rogers certainly looked at him.

"What does that even mean?"

He swallowed a sigh and tried to summon a bit of patience.

"Exactly what I said."

He risked a sideway glance at Tilly and it was one of the most justified risks he'd ever taken.

"I know exactly what he means."

Rogers looked lost for a moment. Tilly's smile might not have been enough to convince him - yet - but the main chunk of the road was already behind and that couldn't count for nothing.

Tilly felt it, he could tell. And so did Rogers, even if he didn't quite remember it yet.

"All right. This will probably require some coffee." Rogers lifted his eyebrows in a silent question.

Tilly nodded happily. As if she had not had enough of it already. Rogers seemed to share the sentiment, which led to another five-minute bickering. And alarmingly enough, he found that he didn't mind that one bit.

Eventually they settled on coffee for two them and a glass of juice for Tilly. Convincing wasn't such a hard thing after all, you just needed to show your authority in the right places. And Rogers was getting quite good at that, surprisingly good in fact.

Rogers looked just as surprised at that himself. And so did Tilly.

This was going to be quite entertaining, he decided.

Joining in never did him much good in the past but now… now it didn't sound half bad.

It was a nice day. And Weaver had a feeling none of them would say otherwise.