AN- Final chapter here, to tie up the loose ends. And to give it a typical Disney ending. Or not. I haven't decided yet. Probably typical, but here's to a 'get ready'- if I can fit more smut in here, I will. Oh, and don;t forget that Jane hasn't cleaned off, or dressed the wounds on her hands or anything yet. There is blood and shit EVERYWHERE.

I turned Hoyt into a dragon... Lol

~SnapTobiume


She was laid out on a soft mattress, if a small one. It was beside a towering stained glass window, and the sun's rays reflected from the glass to dance across her hand- sewn blanket. It was a soft silk piece, with her hands folded lightly on top of it, wedding gown tucked beneath her legs in order to remain out of the way. Angela walked in, stopping dead when she saw the blonde woman laid out like a queen upon her death bed, raising a tissue to her soaked eyes.

"I... I hadn't thought it was true when the messenger crossed our path nearly ten minutes ago." The Rizzoli woman dabbed at her eyes, approaching the woman and brushing a few stray strands of her hair into the perfect halo that the rest was arranged in. "She turned out as beautiful as you all said she would. Such a shame." Angela sobbed, when Korsak handed her another box of tissues, this one full. "Is there any way to wake her?"

"In theory yes." Cavanaugh whispered, and Frost sighed, when Angela turned hopeful eyes to him, where he was, fixing the flowers beside her window. "Frost."

"Why me?" He all but whined, when Korsak patted Angela's shoulder comfortingly.

"Because its creepy if we say it. We're old, remember?" Frost sighed, backing away from the flower vase to rest one of his hands on Maura's bedside.

"In theory, a kiss should wake her." The man stated. Angela tilted her head to the side, brandishing her tissue box out to the side.

"Just a kiss? That's it? Then wake her up, damn it!" The woman cursed, hitting Korsak with the box before throwing it at Frost. The man barely deflected it, bouncing it between his hands in order to avoid dropping the item on top of the sleeping woman. "Why haven't you guys tried something?"

"We can't. In theory, according to ancient legends. Um. Only true love's first kiss would wake her." At Angela's silent oh, the three of them nodded solemnly. "You see, I'm not in love with Maura. And if either of these two were... Well, that would be-"

"Really creepy." Angela finished for him, nodding her head. "Any ideas? I mean, she was supposed to marry one of my boys right? Want me to bring them up here?" Korsak and Frost shrugged, and Cavanaugh nodded.

"I don't think that it could hurt. Bring the lads up here, whats the worst that could happen? She doesnt wake up." Cavanaugh rolled his eyes, shrugging, when Frost took a seat on the night stand beside the sleeping blonde.

"Man there is something so wrong about this. We should, I don't know. Its just wrong." Korsak nodded his head, when Cavanaugh let out an exhasperated sigh.

"What would you have us do? Ask her for permission? She can't exactly answer us, you two. And its Tommy and Frankie, its not like its some random strangers." Cavanaugh flopped ungracefully on to the nearby couch, leaning his head on his arm. There was a long, awkward silence, before he continued. "I don't like the plan either. But I don't see another choice."

"Apologize for yelling, man." Korsak joked, and Cavanaugh rolled his eyes.

"Don't push it, you two." They all chuckled, before the door opened.

"Ma, what are you bringing us up here to do? What are we supposed to be helping with? You haven't told us anything!" There was the sound of a smack, before Angela's voice rose again.

"Frankie! Just stop talking and go on through the door. You too, Tommy." The two dark haired young men stepped through, coming to a stop when they saw the other three. "Which one first?" The Rizzoli mother asked, looking at the three other men, while completely ignoring her sons.

"Tommy." The brother stepped forward, hiseyes glued to Maura's sleeping form even as he spoke.

"Cool. What do I have to do?" Frost rolled his eyes, standing as if made if stone beside Maura's bed. He regretted that he had never asked who the stranger in the woods had been, where they had gone, how to found the man. Perhaps he could have found the boy and brought him back. Then they wouldn't be in this particular mess.

"What we are asking is that you would kiss Maura." When Tommy went to run over to her immediately, Korsak blocked him with an arm. "Only kiss her. And only once." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring Tommy to do anything else. The man sighed, stepping towards her, leaning down after glaring at Frost for a moment.

"Bet she'd enjoy it more if she was awake." He pressed his mouth to hers, before Frost all but shoved him off within a few moments. "Hey. I wasn't-"

"That's enough." Frost leaned down, checking her pulse, whispering low enough that only Maura would hear. "Girl, if you wake up, I will smack you." He sighed out, before counting. Her pulse was still slow, still close to bring death- like. He shook his head, nodding to Frankie. The other sibling held up his hands, shaking his head.

"No. No way. She doesn't have a say in any of this. That isn't fair to her. I won't do it."

"Frankie, its just a kiss." Tommy sighed, exhasperated. Korsak nodded, tilting his head towards the comatose woman.

"Frankie, we're trying to save her from a fate of being asleepfor the rest of her life. It would be really cool if you would help us out." Frankie glared, before finally giving in. He looked at Frost, who nodded.

"She's really pretty." He stted, and Frost nodded.

"Yea. She is, isn't she." Frankie leaned down, placing a chaste, quick kiss to her mouth, before pulling back. Frost pressed his fingers against her pulse point, pausing "Come on, Maura. This would be a pretty good time to wake up." After a few long moments, he withdrew, shaking his head. "No good." Korsak groaned, flopping down on the couch, when Cavanaugh all but punched the wall. Frost nodded to Frankie. "Thanks, man."

"No problem. I'm sorry."

"Yea dude, me too." But Tommy wouldm't be passified so easily, nor would Angela. The latter wailed into her tissue, while the prior just fumed silently.

"I don't understand! My boys are perfectly acceptabl, wonderful boys!" Angela wailed, whiping her eyes. "Why won't she wake up for them?!"

"Because she's mine, damn it." The voice made them all turn around, except for Frost, who had already been facing the door. The woman glared at her mother. "Sorry for yelling earlier. You didn't exactly tell me what was going on." She staggered in, gripping her right arm to her chest. Her hair was matted, bloody, and dirt streaked not only her face, but every visible part of her. And her hands were still bleeding profusely, blood dripping from her fingertips, pooling in her palms, on the back of her hands.

"What the Hell happened to you, Jane?" Korsak asked, ripping a towel to shreds as he jumped up to intercept her.

"Castle. Kidnapping. Hoyt. Apprentice. Dragon. Scalpels. Car. Maura. Move. In way." She dropped down on to the edge of the bed, reaching for one pale hand with her bloody, dirt- covered one.

"At least let us wrap your hands and clean you up or something, Jane." Korsak continued, as Tommy all but exploded.

"Really? You think she's going to wake up for you, Jane? She's a princess, and you're... you. She wouldn't even bat an eyelash for me, and-" Jane's head whipped around.

"You kissed her?! You dared to even touch her!? Tommy, I'll fucking kill-" Korsak grabbed one wrist, Frost the other, wrapping her hands in white, soft towels.

"Jane, you need medical-"

"No." The venom in her voice was not directed at them, as she ripped her wrists from their grasp. "I didn't rip scalpels through my hands for myself." She looked down to Maura's peaceful features, tracing her jawline with one thumb before locking eyes with Frost again. "Does it absolutely have to be a first kiss?" He opened his mouth, before closing it. Then he opened it again, when Jane cocked an eyebrow.

"You. It was you in the woods. You went there because you were pissed."

"I'm getting pissed now, Frost. Answer the damn question."

"It should work, but I," Jane leaned forward, pressing their mouths together, before he'd even finished what he was saying. "I don't know." He finally breathed out, as she backed away, winding her towel wrapped hands with thhe blonde's. Frost reached forward, brushing a tear from her cheek.

"Thanks man." She sighed, shaking her head. "Probably shouldn't have hoped she'd be the one for me. We come from different ends of the spectrum, I guess. God, I'm just a love struck fool. Stupid."

"Don't be daft." The quiet voice made Jane gasp, Frost's smile erupting across his face. "No one else I'd rather... Rather get up for." She leaned up, catching Jane's mouth with her own again, before squeezing her hand lightly. Jane flinched, pulling back with a curse. "Jane, Jane what happened? Oh my God. You're covered in blood. You need medical attention."

"Um. Yes. Its mine. And I dragged scalpels through my hands to get away from Hoyt-" Maura's hands wound their way into herbhair, pullin them together again in a kiss that screamed 'I need you' more than anything else ever had.

"Does this mean we're still celebrating a wedding today?" Angela caled out, Maura shoving Jane out the door forcefully, arms wound together tightly regardless. She picked up her skirts as they descended a set of stairs.

"What do you think, Maur? Want to get married?"

"I want you seen by a doctor, in a medical facility." She grinned, before nodding slightly. "Then yes, I wouldn't mind a wedding. I seem to be dressed for it, despite the blood." Jane found herself laughing, pulling the blonde tight to her side, even without really using her hands. At the front of their castle- like house, Jane turned to address the crowd that neither of them had notkced assembling behind them. She cupped her hands, caling out to the three guys that had answers to so many mythical questions.

"Hey, any of you know Hoyt could turn into a black dragon, and spit electric fire?" At their mortified looks, she attempted a thumbs up and a goofy smile, Maura all bjt dragging her towards the ambulance, backwards. "Yea. Didn't think so, but don't worry, I took care of the problem for you!" Maura pushed her down on a stretcher, pinning her hands loosely to her sides as she leaned over the dark haired woman, kissing her deeply again. When she pulled back, Maura ran her fingers through matted hair, over strong, prominent facial features.

"You took on a dragon for me? You're my knight in shining armor."

"I'm not too sure about that, looks more bloody than shiny to me." Maura laughed, shaking her head before they kissed again.

And there was never a doubt about their happily, ever after.