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A/S: Okay, here's the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will be writing a sequel but I can't confirm how long it will be till I start writing it considering my other stories I've got running at the moment but I will tell you that it will be called Another Again. So look out for it and I will send out emails to people when it does come out if you would like that as well.

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Your Destiny Awaits

For Edward Cullen's Girl

John walked into his favourite bar in Montressor. He was considering popping by to see Jim after the recent events. When he heard that Jim was the Captain of the ship which bore the woman who was being blamed for the war against Monstressor he thought two things. First: He was proud Jim had made it. Second: He needed to see him. But when he arrived he reconsidered knowing that he would have enough trouble without having an old pirate friend coming to visit him. He hoped that his name could be cleared.

At first he wanted to track down this girl and make her pay for Jim's troubles. But he had seen Marianne recently and seeing her again certainly changed everything. She was on her way to Monstressor but had to stop off somewhere else before arriving. When he mentioned what happened and knowing he could tell his daughter anything he pretty told her everything about Jim. She then angrily cleared up everything about this Cassandra Richardson and he had to admit Marianne's version made much more sense than what the press was saying.

After hearing his daughters side she even began to feel sorry for this girl. When she mentioned Jim she sounded somewhere between resentful and distrusting. It wasn't that she wanted to blame Jim for all this...It was something else...John pressed his daughter upon this subject and all she said was that 'he was just behaving like any man his age does when he sees a girl he fancies'. John smirked to himself at the thought of Jim having his head in the clouds over some girl.

John sipped his drink and thought about what this was going to mean for everyone. He certainly might be able to get a little bit of business during the war, as much as he was ashamed to admit it, pirate could earn quite a bit more then during times of peace. Even from the authorities. Jim was sure to have to go off to fight. Jim was a tough lad but...To have to go to war was a terrible thing. He could remember the first Celestrial War...He had a feeling though that this one was going to be worse. The ones which follow are always worse than the one before it. However for his family, the first was a little worse...

They had all got through it in their own way. Marianne didn't talk about it anymore. He made him swear not to tell Morat. It was probably best not to tell him poor boy...He wouldn't know how to take it. He would ask all sorts of questions all the time and that wouldn't make it any easier for Marianne. She had no choice in the matter. The sort of life they led...it wasn't the best for raising a child. He knew that better than anyone. He was still having to make up for that mistake...

He was about to order another drink when someone walked in. He didn't realise that moment was going to change everything from that moment on. Of course everyone glanced in the direction of the door when the bell rang. It was curiosity. That was all it was. There were many reasons why someone walked into a bar. Everyone had a story, some even had the balls to tell it. There was something about this newcomer though. Something that just wasn't right...

At first glance they seemed pretty normal. Dressed in baggy-ish trousers, hard, sensible boots, a shirt and a huge jacket which seemed too big on him and a huge hat concealing the face. He glanced at newcomer a little closely and saw that it was a girl. The trousers were baggy but tight enough to reveal her womanly figure. The shirt was a little bit on the short side and showed a little of the mid-drift. Her long dark hair hung down from her head like wild vines hanging off a tree. When he looked closer he saw her bright, piercing green eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes...

The girl looked away quickly and sat a couple of seats away from John not making contact with anyone. The bartender walked up to her and eyed her suspiciously.

"You look a bit young love."

He was right. She looked no older than twenty.

"Oh don't worry I won't have anything like that."

The bartender nodded and got her some purp juice. John glanced across the bar, knowing it was reasonably respectable he wasn't taking any chances and walked over and sat next to her.

"Hey, love. Mind if I join ya'?"

She gave him a cynical smile. "I don't mind but I hope you're sure about that."

John leaned forward and chuckled. "Are you on the run from the law? You wanted for a high price? Then again with a bonny face like that I wouldn't be surprised."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're right upon one of those accounts."

"You sound very prim and proper for a girl who's just walked into a place like this. What you doing here love?"

"Trying to find a ride out of here. It's not exactly safe for me here. Or for anyone."

"Oh...I'm sorry, love. It's not good for the soul to be thinking stuff like that."

She nodded. "Especially when its true."

"I'm sure it isn't."

The bartender brought her the drink and thanked him. She stared off for a moment contemplating something and smiled faintly.

"You know, early this morning I left a man who loved me and would probably stand by me through all of this even though it would ruin everything he worked for, for me. And I just walked out on him. He offered me shelter and I said no."

"And why did you do that, love?"

"Because I love him too much to hurt him like that. He deserves better than me."

"Now I know that isn't true!" He protested. "I know a good woman when I see em'."

"Not many come in here then?"

John chuckled. "Not really. No."

Cassandra hoped he wouldn't suspect anything. She had already given enough away for him to be able to figure it all out. She felt so ashamed of what she had done over the past few hours. She knew it was going to hurt him but if she stayed she would be hurting him even more. She would destroy everything he had. She had to ride this one out alone. Even though everyone told her she didn't have to do things alone anymore. But she had to fix this alone...There was no other way...

She smiled. One love broke apart and another was tied together forever. The night before Diana and George got married in a private ceremony with she, Jim, Helen and Selina as the witnesses. She had discovered now that Helen and Diana were cousins and that Helen's mother was the rich young woman who ran off with the doctor. She had to admit she wasn't particularly surprised. She could see the similarity. Not necessarily in looks but perhaps in their temperaments and personalities. During the ceremony Jim was gripping her hand glanced at her every now and then. When their eyes met he would smile as if they were sharing a secret which didn't need to be said aloud.

That was when she began to worry. That was when she knew. He would go that far for her. He had marriage on his mind and that just showed how much he actually loved her. He would throw away everything for her. One day he would regret it. Or if not him, she would regret it. He had everything she ever wanted and she didn't want to witness him throwing that all away. It wasn't that she didn't love him back. In fact, knowing this made her love him even more but now that she loved him to this point also made her love him enough to let him go. So that he couldn't be dragged into this any further. He could still pass. He could still get away without being associated with any of this.

So that night after kissing her on the doorway, even hesitating for a moment, perhaps even considering following her into her room and taking things further than they had done in the hotel room. But she put a stop to that. She had to. She said goodnight and went to her bed for the last time. It would be even more crueller to that and then leave the next morning. It would leave a mark on both them. She waited until she couldn't hear a stir and went to his old room and stole his clothes. He wasn't there for that night. He had been called to the Academy or something. It didn't matter. She was able to slip away more easily.

She thought about leaving a note. That was the only thing she would leave behind except for the memories that could never be erased. She thought it would be kinder. But wouldn't leaving some reminder be even more painful for him? Then again leaving with no word would imply she never cared for him. That was always a bad sign and she was already doing what his father did to him. She wished there was a painless way to do this but there was no other way...

So she did leave a note. Something she wasn't sure whether she was going to regret or not. She told him that she loved him. She told him that was the one thing she was more sure of than anything. That she loved him. There was no need for comparisons. No need for great declarations. It was a simple truth which she could just simply state as it was a part of her now. It always would be. She told him that they would see one another once again. Once she had cleared her name they would see one another once again. She told him she wasn't asking him to wait for her. It was alright to love again. She told him she loved him that much for him to find something better than her.

Then she left. Without a sound. Without a whisper. Without a goodbye. As if she was never there. Except for the words and the memories she would leave behind.

"You're a good woman. I can tell that much."

"Because I speak prim and proper?" She joked.

"Because you regret what you done but it was the only thing you could do. I don't know much about love but I'm sure that's a good sign."

"You experienced much in love?" She asked.

"Well I have two kids. And the occasional female company...For those who'll take me." He replied.

Cassandra eyed the mechanical arm and leg and also saw that even expanded to one of his eyes. She didn't want to imagine the reason why he ended up with that.

"I hope it doesn't scare you much."

She realised she had been caught out and looked away quickly. "Sorry."

He waved a hand. "Nah, it's alright. People get curious."

"You might as well be deformed with the way I was looking at you. It was rude." She added quickly in case the first sentence made things worse.

"You are the most polite young woman I have ever come across. Gosh, I wish I had you for a daughter."

"Do you have a daughter?"

"One of each. Both grown up now. Really grown up. I'm not going to ask you to guess me age in case you get in right first time round. I was hoping for a cheerful night."

"Don't worry I'm not interested."

John pretended to look offended making Cassandra laugh uneasily. "Sorry."

"I thought I mentioned I was hoping for a good night out. Not a depressing one." He chuckled. "Anyway you're younger than both my kids so would be a little bit..."

"Inappropriate. Weird."

"Yes. And yes." He took a huge gulp and turned back to her. "Anyway, I've been rude. I must introduce myself. I'm John. Although I'm known by most people as Long John Silver."

He held out a hand and she shook it instantly. She had to admit the name rang a bell. He was probably some pirate with a price on his head.

"What about you, love? What do they call you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Sure you want to know."

"Absolutely sure. No lying now."

"Very well. It's Cassandra. Cassandra Richardson."