A/N: Guess who's alive! Wow, can you say "Massive writer's block"? It was absolutely ridiculous. Nothing, I repeat NOTHING would come out. For WEEKS. But now it's done. Over with. Finished. Don't ask for more, because this is all you're getting. Still have to finish "Difference," and god only knows how many original stories I have in progress. *goes to count*

Okay. There's only three. Shut up. We all know I'm a stupid genius, and I'm even worse on very little sleep and caffeine. Anyway, we've reached the end, so I'd like to take this moment to thank everyone who's been along for the entire ride, everyone who jumped on at any point during the story, and every single person who has reviewed. It's really helped. Thank you, and enjoy this final installment

Elizabeth tossed and turned that night. She fell asleep well enough, but it was once she had that the problems started. The nightmares that had plagued her for weeks returned and set her crying out into the night. She was being held and shook, and she couldn't get away.

"Elizabeth!"

The voice was different though. It wasn't his.

"Elizabeth, wake up!"

Her eyes snapped open and she was confronted not with the face of her attacker, but of her savior. "Will."

The arms surrounding her now were gentle and caring. "It's all right, love, it was just a dream. I'm here now."

"Don't leave."

"I'm here for as long as you want me."

The arms she fell asleep in that night, and every night after, warded off every future nightmare.

***

Will stood in the airport, his hand twined in Elizabeth's. Georgie's plane was just about to land, and the two were waiting for her.

They watched the plane come in, waiting for the younger girl to get off. Will glanced at his girlfriend; it was the first time he'd seen her without long sleeves aside from when she was in her pajamas. The silver scars on her left arm were hidden currently, tucked into his body, wrapped around his arm. In the heat, he had not only convinced her to leave behind her denim jacket, but also to put on a pair of jeans she had cut off at the knees. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, the blonde streak in it visible. The only thing about her appearance that hadn't changed was the Converse high-tops she wore, just like every other day; today's were green.

"There!" Will said, pointing to girl a few years younger than Elizabeth. "That's Georgie." He called her name, and she turned, smiling broadly. She had his dark brown hair and happy green eyes, and was very obviously related to him.

"Will!" she shouted, sprinting through the throngs of people to crash into her brother with an enormous hug. He picked her up and spun her around. She didn't let go when he put her down. "I missed you," she said finally.

"I missed you, too," Will told her. "I have a friend that I want you to meet."

Georgie let go immediately and turned around. "Elizabeth?" she asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "That's me."

The hug Georgie attacked her with was just as fierce as the one she had given Will. "If only my sisters were this affectionate," Elizabeth laughed, hugging the girl back. "Nice to meet you, too."

"I've heard so much about you!" Georgie said, then turned to her brother. "If you hurt her, I'm going to have to kill you. You realize that, right?"

"I think you'd be hard put to do it before I do myself in," Will said with a smile. He watched the two women he loved fall into an easy conversation about Georgie's school. It was more than he could ever hope for; his sister and girlfriend were going to be great friends. He slid his hand into his jacket pocket, fingering the velvet box held there. Soon enough, he was sure, they would be a proper family.