Disclaimer: I am not Uncle Rick and I do not own the rights to these characters. I just ship them immensely.

A/N: Here it is! Get some tissues! The final chapter of Flights of Fate! HUGE shout out to everyone who has read and supported this story! It meant a lot and kept me going with it! This chapter title, for those of you who were curious, relates to the two quotes the chapter begins with, by an Ancient Greek philosopher and playwright respectively, and their take on fate. I thought it was a fitting touch :)

"Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses." - Democritus

"I have found power in the mysteries of thought, exaltation in the changing of the Muses ... I have been versed in the reasonings of men but Fate is stronger than anything I have known." - Euripides

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"You're...not Jason," Thalia stated dumbly. She was received with a warm chuckle, the very one she had come to love so much. "What's going on?" If she hadn't been so shocked, she would have ran right up to him and kissed him.

He walked toward her with a stupid grin on his adorable, scarred face, hands folded into the pockets of his hoodie. He walked forward slowly, although some part of her could see the energy which he was patiently restraining.

"No, I'm not Jason. Sorry, that was a bit of a cruel joke. It was their idea, though," came that very same voice that both electrified and calmed Thalia at the very same time.

She didn't take her eyes off of the man in front of her, but from her peripheral vision she saw three shapes in the kitchen of her apartment. Piper, Jason (a very healthy looking Jason, at that), and Zoë.

"I don't understand," she stammered. She looked into his bright blue eyes. Her own were probably dark with confusion, but his...well, they were excited, almost.

"It's a bit complicated, but I'll see if I can explain things in simple terms."

He stopped just in front of her, an intimate distance between them. She thought he would kiss her, and she definitely would not have stopped him. But he moved in a different direction then. Down, not forward. A single leg touched the ground from the knee down. The other was bent in the air at the knee, with only the foot on solid ground. Thalia's throat tightened into a giant knot and her stomach flipped as the butterflies swarmed every nook and cranny to be found.

"Luke?" her voice was barely a hoarse whisper, her eyes as large as moons.

"Thalia Grace. I have never believed in fate in my whole life. And then you walked onto that airplane, and I knew it was fate, putting us side by side. And if you'll let it..." he paused, and removed his hands from his pocket. There was a box. A black, velvety box. Just the right size for a... Oh, God. She was going to be sick.

"...I would like to see if fate will keep us side by side for a long time from this day forward." Luke finished speaking and revealed the contents of the box. A silver ring with a large diamond in the middle. There were two slim bands, which created an intricate infinity symbol from the diamond to the bottom of the ring, where the two bands met as one. Smaller diamonds encrusted the larger one. Subconsciously, Thalia counted them. The number of diamonds matched the exact number of months since they had met.

"Thalia Grace, will you marry me?" That was it. There were no more elegant words. It was simple, but it was perfect. Thalia never cried, but she came very close at this moment. The room was silent, it seemed as if everyone was holding their breaths. She nodded her head once, slowly, one hand over her mouth, before she nodded more confidently.

"Yes," she exhaled. "Yes, I'll marry you, Luke." The last part was chocked out as Thalia furiously tried not to cry. You know, for her makeup's sake.

Cheers erupted from their small audience, and Luke rose to his feet again to don the engagement ring on Thalia's left hand. When that was completed (after a moment or two of shaking hands and fumbling), they reached for each other's embrace. Thalia wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and Luke took her, almost roughly, by the waist. Their lips came together, and Thalia felt truly exuberant. When they finally parted (to a short chorus of clearing throats), they merely took another moment to really look into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Thalia Grace," Luke said softly.

"I love you, Luke Castellan," Thalia replied in a happy whisper.

"Well, who wants to go out and celebrate?" Piper suggested. Of the trio, she was the most excited. She must have been the one who planned this, with Luke's collaboration.

"That sounds like a great idea," Luke said with a smile. Thalia nodded. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She looked up at him with a smile.

"How did you do it? I thought you were stuck in Seattle with work for Christmas?"

"I was. Until I stopped working there."

"What do you mean?"

"I quit my job at the airline," Luke said. Thalia tensed, but he reassured her. "It was all on good terms. It was only that I realized, shortly after I left, that I had bigger priorities." He gave her a look, indicating the ring, and he gave her a sideways smile.

"And my brother?"

"He's fine," Piper chirped, coming up to them. "Congratulations," she said with a wink.

"But...you've been worried about him. I thought something was wrong," Thalia said, stumped.

"Oh, she was just concerned for me. It's not as big as an engagement, but I have good news," Jason said, coming up beside Piper.

"Tell them," she urged.

Jason grinned. "You're looking at a US Military Cadet as of this week."

"I was just worried about him getting in. I knew it was something that he really wanted to do. I couldn't be prouder," Piper boasted, ruffling his hair. It made sense now. Of course Piper would be concerned. She and Thalia both knew how happy Jason was to be following his dreams of being in the military and to put his skills to good use. And now that he could, it must be a relief to both of them, while still obviously making Piper anxious in case he was needed for deployment.

"Congratulations," Luke and Thalia said at the same time. Everyone laughed.

"Alright, congrats all around. Now who's hungry?" Zoë piped up, jangling her keys.

[The End]

A/N 2: Well I hope you guys liked it! I know I enjoyed writing it and reading the lovely reviews. If you are a guest, please make an account and follow/favorite me so that you can be notified when I have a new story out and I can give you proper credit for the idea if it gets picked, and I'd also love to hear more suggestions! I'm still considering ideas for my next story! I think it's time FF got some more Thaluke love!

Side note, would anybody be interested in a Thaluke x Doctor Who crossover? It was one of those random "shower thoughts" the other day, but it did sound pretty convincing when I thought it through! I won't give too much info, but would there be any potential takers/readers? Let me know in the reviews or by messaging me! ;) Or any other crossovers for that matter; if I'm familiar with the other half, I'm open to ideas!