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Author's Note: Aww, I had a lot of fun writing this fic, but here's the epilogue. Hope you all like it. I'm also grateful for the support and appreciation my little plot bunny spawned on me randomly. And who knows, I may write the sequel in due time. Without further ado, here you go.

Having barely made it out of the shower, Johnny has a hard time getting a shirt over his head due to his now healing injury. Deciding to forgo the article of clothing for the time being, he begins to towel dry his hair until he hears the doorbell ring twice, followed by a few knocks on the door. Not expecting company, Johnny groans and begins a brief search for pants. When he locates a pair of shorts, he proceeds to put them on. With one leg through, he hears the knocks again, followed by two doorbell rings. "For fuck's sake, keep your undies in a bunch!" he yells towards the door as he begrudgingly shoves his other leg through and grabs his favorite light blue terrycloth robe. Stomping down the stairs, he spews off angrily at the mouth. "Can't an old man get some fucking peace in his house?" He's almost at the door, ready to curse the intruder disturbing his serenity and continues, "How many times do I have to say it? No solicitors, no reporters, and I don't want any Jehovah's—" He flings the door open to see his ex-wife standing there, her knuckles poised at the door as if to knock again. "Sonya?" he asks her.

Sonya gives him a watery smile in response until she notices his attire. "Is this really how you answer the door, John?" she asks him with a scowl on her face. A wave of déjà vu hits him almost painfully.

"I wasn't expecting company, that's all." Johnny surveys her appearance: her face is blotchy and red from crying, and her hair disheveled and coming undone from its usual braid. What makes him do a double take is despite the army print jacket she's sporting, she's currently dressed in civilian's clothing consisting of a plain pale pink shirt and dark rinse skinny jeans. Looking further down, he finally notices her duffle bag. Gazing back up at her, he greets her with, "Hey."

She shrugs. "Hey. I'm sorry to barge in like this—"

"No, no, it's fine," he reassures her as he escorts her inside, bringing her bag across the threshold. Closing the door, he gives her another look.

"I'm sorry Johnny," she apologizes shakily, her lips quavering at the effort not to sob helplessly into his arms, even though she desperately wants to. She swallows thickly. "I'm sorry about everything," she tells him heavily.

He cocks his head to the side curiously. "Something on your mind?" She nods. Without prodding her, he gently places a hand on her back and guides her to a seat at his island counter-top. "What can I get you to drink?"

Sonya snorts. "Can you give me coffee? Heavy on the Irish?" she requests.

"Wow," he responds to himself before he settles with handing her some whiskey on the rocks. She takes a sip and sighs. "So again, what's on your mind?"

Taking another sip, she says, "I resigned from SF."

That takes Johnny by complete surprise. His jaw practically comes unhinged. Giving him a little smile, she offers her glass to him, from which he takes a small sip. "You resigned?" he asks her in disbelief. She nods. "Now there's a story waiting to be told." And she obliges, telling him everything that went on in the past few hours, doing her best not to leave any details out. When she's done, he sits in silence, absolutely gob smacked. "So, because you killed that scumbag, you either had to resign or be dishonorably discharged?" She nods again, draining the rest of her drink. "Unreal," he comments.

He's about to stand to give her a refill on her drink before she stops him with her hand on his bicep gently. The gesture isn't meant to be sexual, but Johnny's face flushes unabashedly. "For what it's worth, I didn't throw you under the bus, Johnny. So you should be fine," she tells him.

He stares at her again. "You think that's a concern of mines, Sonya?" he questions her gently.

"I don't know," she mumbles sadly. "I just thought you should know for what it's worth, I've done everything and anything I could've to protect you and Cassie," she tells him. He stands next to her. "I'm sorry for putting my work above you two. There were so many things I missed out on because I continued to convince myself I was being a good wife and a good mother by protecting the world you live in. Before the warehouse, I finally asked myself, 'what's the good in trying to protect the people I love if I can't enjoy their company?' Everything I've ever worked for would've been in vain. I couldn't live with the threat of that bastard still breathing on this Earth after what he'd done to Cassie—"

"Cassie will be fine. She gets her strength from her mother," Johnny tries to tell her soothingly.

Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. "No, John. You don't understand. Despite everything he's put me through, if he did to me what he did to our little girl… I'd have eaten several bullets."

He frowns. "What… what are you trying to say, Sonya?" he asks slowly, not wanting to believe she's about to tell him what he thinks she's about to tell him.

To put it simply because she can't bring herself to say it out loud, she tells him, "He destroyed her, Johnny. And it's my fault."

"It isn't your fault Sonya. That was all me," he tells her.

"I could've stopped you and I didn't. So I'm responsible," she points out. She has a point there; he's forced to admit to himself. "So, where do we go from here?" she asks him.

He shrugs. "Where do you want to go from here?" he counters with.

Sonya takes a moment to think about her options. "Well, we're all gonna need therapy after this," she states bitterly. He nods in agreement. "I want us to work again, Johnny. To be a family. At least... can we try again?"

"I never wanted to stop trying, Sonya," he tells her honestly. He gently brushes away a tear from her face with his thumb. "I thought I was giving you what you wanted when we got the divorce."

She lets out a choppy breath. "I royally fucked up that one, didn't I?"

"I wasn't any better. I thought if I'd left you alone to your thoughts after coming home from missions, you'd come to me and talk. I should've asked, especially when each mission pulled you further and further away from us. And I'm sorry I used my drinking as an excuse to cope."

"I didn't mean to pull away from my family. I thought I was doing the right thing in protecting you both," she tells him as she begins to sob into her hands. He stands her up and pulls her into an embrace, her head leaning against his chest.

Almost an hour later, she reduces her sobbing to occasional sniffs. "Hey Sonya?" She looks up at her handsome ex-husband. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need to," he tells her; he suddenly remembers she brought her duffle bag with her.

She nods into his chest again. "I wasn't really thinking of just visiting," she starts to say. He looks at her in bewilderment. "At least, not temporarily." He lets her go and gazes into her sea green orbs. "I was thinking… or hoping rather, I could… I mean, could I possibly…" she struggles to ask him the dreaded question. "May I come back home?" she asks him, blinking up at him. A smile slowly begins to spread on his face. The next thing she knows, she's being twirled around the kitchen and he loses his footing, sending them both crashing to the floor semi painfully. She lands on top of him, cradling his head with her hands. "So, is that a yes?"

"It's a 'hell yeah!' baby," he tells her. She rolls her eyes but goes in for a kiss, which he grants her. He wraps his arms tighter around her waist as they both get lost in their embrace. Unlike last time where their passion and desperation were apparent, their kisses this time are sweet and delicate, reminding them both of days when they were happy in one another's company. With a content sigh, Sonya leans her head on his chest again, listening to the steady thumping of his heart and is instantly reminded of a memory involving the linoleum floors. She smiles to herself as she gets lost in the recollection.

At eight and a half months pregnant, Sonya's cravings took a turn for the worst. She just about threatened to chop Johnny's balls off if he didn't comply with her request for Chinese takeout. So there the two of them sat Indian style on the linoleum tiled floors just outside the kitchen. She was working through her carton of General Tso's chicken while he polished off his standard order of shrimp and broccoli and was now sipping on his nearly empty coke. "So," he started, breaking the ice. She stopped chewing and gave him a sideways look. "Are you excited?"

She scoffed playfully. "If by 'excited' you mean 'ready to get this over with'? Then yes, I'm very excited," she told him as she shifted uncomfortably on the floor. He reached over to hand her a pillow from the couch, which she gratefully accepted. "Three more weeks to go, kiddo," she muttered to herself as she rubbed her belly. She put down her box of food and reached for her banana milkshake. She shook the cup in her hand suspiciously; it felt lighter than it should have. Shrugging it off, she took a quick gulp of her dairy confection, something the baby didn't quite agree with. Combined with her flash of brain freeze, she squirmed uncomfortably. "Jesus, kid, those are my organs you're playing soccer with," she scolded playfully.

Apprehensive of her not wanting to be touched especially late in her pregnancy, Johnny fought the urge to ask if he could feel her stomach. So he settled with finishing off his coke instead. "I'm telling you, that boy's gonna be a screamer when he comes," he teased her.

She smirked. "Who says I'm having a boy? One male Cage is enough for me to contend with for the rest of my life," she countered back.

Throwing a hand to his heart dramatically, he said, "Ouch. You wound me woman." Rolling her eyes, she continued to pick at her food. "Speaking of names, would you be opposed to Johnny Jr.?"

She scowled at him. "What have I told you?"

"Or we could name him after your dad and brother. You know, to honor them somehow?" he asked her. She swallowed and blinked back tears. "Wait. I didn't mean it like that," he backtracked awkwardly. "I just meant…" he trailed off again and sighed.

"If the baby was a boy, it would have to be one or the other. Daniel Herman or Herman Daniel just sounds weird to me," she said to him, humoring him slightly. He flashed his famous grin at her. "But it doesn't mean we're having a boy, Johnny," she reiterated.

"Can you blame me for trying?" Johnny asked her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek. She leaned into him, giving him the opportunity to swipe her beverage from her reach. Taking a quiet drink, he marvels at the taste, wondering when and how Sonya decided she liked bananas enough for a milkshake. "This isn't too bad," he complimented as continued to sip.

It took her a few moments too late to realize what he's done. "Hey!" she shouted at him, grabbing her drink out of his hand. Shaking the cup, there's even less milkshake left. "What the… you little shit!" she cursed at him. For good measure, she pinches him on the arm, causing him to yelp. He laughed at her scandalized reaction. "I really liked that shake! Where the hell is your drink?" To emphasize his point, he picks up his cup and sips noisily at it, indicating it was already finished. After a few moments of glaring at him, she begrudgingly hands him her drink. "You're lucky I love you, Cage," she told him as she pouted and folded her arms.

"I know, I know, you— wait… come again?" he asked.

With wide eyes, she realized her little slip of the tongue. Slipping back into her nonchalant façade, she said, "I said 'you're lucky, Cage'," she amended her statement.

He smirked knowingly at her. "No, that isn't what you said, Sonya," he informed her as he scooted even closer to her. She looked away, but he caught her chin with his hand gently, causing her to look up at him. "It's okay, Sonya. It's just me and you here right now. No need to be shy," he assured her.

With a sigh, she tried to fight the blush blossoming over her face. "I said… you're lucky I love you. I don't like sharing my food with anyone."

He smiled. "Aww, I'm flattered," he told her honestly. He leaned in to give her a kiss which she deepened by snaking one arm around the base of his neck. When they pulled apart, he tenderly kissed her nose and rubbed a hand along the bulge of her stomach, feeling the baby kick under his touch. "Whoa! That's pretty damn cool!" he said. Sonya giggled.

"That's because the baby senses you," she told him as she continued to guide his hand along.

"You hear that, kid," he started, causing Sonya to roll her eyes at him, "your mom said she loves me."

"What are you thinking about?" he asks her when he feels her smiling against him.

"Thinking about the one time I slipped and said I loved you," she muses.

He chuckles. "You mean the first time?" he corrects her.

She laughs quietly under her breath. "You're a pain in the ass, John," she tells him as she takes out her phone.

"And you love it," he gloats. She leans against him, presses her lips to his cheek and snaps a picture of the two of them. Uploading it to Friendships, she tags him in the picture with a caption that reads, 'This pain in the ass is mine.' It gets a few likes and comments from the other kombatants:

TakeedaBanana: Aww!

SassyJacqui: Super cute! But where's your selfie stick?

GonzoHanzo: *high fives KenshiFury* you owe us, Kuai Liang and Jackson Briggs.

MadJax: Fuck me.

AbsoluteSubZero: This picture pleases me, Sonya Blade. This treachery is highly displeasing to me, Hasashi.

CassieCage: So, which one of you is gonna get me from this place? Love you Eagle and Dove.

Sonya frowns.

SonyaTheBlade: I resent being called the dove, Cass.

CassieCage: That's exactly what I told Dad…

Sonya chuckles at her daughter's wit. She could get used to this feeling. As long as she had the support of her family and friends, she would start the long, winding process of healing with her annoyingly charming lover by her side. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: Okay, I kinda suck at epilogues, but there you have it. After all the shit that happened in this story, I had to throw in a little fluff bunny, so sue me. Welp, that's it for this one. I wanna thank all of you personally for sticking with me. Like I mentioned before, might play around with the idea of a sequel, but I don't want it to be plot-less either. While I think of it, I'll try to update my stories in other fandoms. If you happen to be a fan, stop by and show some support there as well. Thanks a lot guys!