This is the end. The last chapter, *sniffles. I want to apologize for the wait, but there has been a lot of stuff going on in my life and there is a serious family illness. So I apologize and hope the extra long last chapter will make up for it. Oh and Leah, there is an inside joke for you in the article, see if you can spot it.

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Bella Pov:

Airports. The setting of a million dramatic goodbye scenes from a dozen movies and books. I had always thought that was slightly dramatic, but then again I had never said goodbye to someone like Edward before. Oh, this wasn't goodbye for good. Even though in the beginning I had had doubts about what would happen after the Olympics, but that was no longer even a doubt in my mind. Now I was just counting down the seconds until I could see him again. I mean he lived in Chicago and I lived in Philadelphia. Then there was the fact that we would both be traveling for months in the aftermath of the Olympics. Then there was the final point that we both are Elite athletes whose training and competing schedule were very demanding. Although the traveling part could work to our advantage, I considered. . It didn't matter though, we knew we would see each other as often as possible. And we had decided that as soon as all of the post Olympic promotions stuff was over, we would figure out something.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by Edward's waving his hand in front of my face to get my attention. His plane was leaving first, I still had to wait an hour before boarding, but we had decided to head to the airport together.

"Bella, love, they just announced the boarding for my plane. I have to go." Edward's words said he must go, but the fact that he pulled me even closer kind of contradicted what he said.

We just sat there for a few more minutes until I realized that he wasn't going to be the one to let go. I didn't want to let go either, but I realized that he probably would miss his plane and then we would have Carlisle on both our butts, not to mention Edward's trainer.

I stood up with difficulty due to the fact that Edward was attached to my hand with a vice-grip. He gave in and stood up, and together we walked slowly-emphasis on the slow- to the boarding gate.

"I love you," he said, kissing my forehead.

"I love you too," I whispered back, raising myself onto my toes to kiss him on the lips.

He held onto my hand as long as he could as he walked backwards towards the boarding gate.

I sighed and tried to hold back the tears as I watched him walk away. I tried my best, but a single tear escaped and slid slowly down my cheek. He turned just as it escaped. Pushing his way past the few other first class passengers, he ran back to me.

Enveloping me in his arms, Edward hugged me tight to his chest. I closed my eyes and just let myself live in that moment in his arms.

I rested my head on his shoulder and just breathed in his scent.

"Excuse me sir, but you must board the plan now," a stewardess said, breaking into the bubble of our moment.

I opened my eyes, now furiously blinking against the tears.

"May we have a moment please?" he begged.

The stewardess' eyes widened as she saw who it was. "Of course Mr. Cullen. I didn't realize it was you, but I can only hold for a minute before I must close the door."

He was already ignoring her, staring into my eyes. I felt myself melt as I glanced into his green eyes and reached up to place my arms around his neck. His went around my waist before he finally pulled away to board the plane. This time he actually made it on, and I stood waving.

I walked back to the V.I.P lounge that was reserved for the departing athletes and sank onto a comfy poof of a chair, at a loss of how to pass the hour before my own flight boarded.

In desperation, I walked over to the mezzanine and looked idly at the snacks. Bypassing the sweets- I couldn't eat them anyway, I looked for something healthy.

The fruit was bruised and didn't look all that fresh and the rest of the food just wasn't appealing.

I turned my attention to the magazine rack, hoping for some trashy gossip magazine that would distract me. Of course there was nothing but the Olympics gracing the covers of every magazine there.

With a sigh I closed my eyes and pointing my finger, I picked the first one it landed on.

On the cover was a huge picture of Edward and I at the gala the other night. We were dancing and Edward had dipped me. In a move perfected by years of ballet and gymnastics training, my leg was extended up, my foot encased in strappy silver contraptions, was pointed.

We were both laughing, his face inches from mine. The black of his tux and the deep blue of my flowing halter dress set off our skin tones as though we were glowing.

Under the picture there was caption: OLYMPIC LOVE!

Going against my practice of refusing to read any press releases, I opened to the suggested page and saw underneath our separate team pictures, the article began. Before I read what it said, I noticed that it continued on pages four, six, ten, and twelve.

America's Aquaman, Edward Cullen and America's Sweetheart, Isabella Swan are two of the most talked about Olympians around the globe. Not only have they both broken records for medal winning (Cullen beating Michael Phelps' record from the last Olympics and Swan winning the most medals in one Olympics for women's artistic gymnastics), but they also found a fairy tale love.

"Yeah, he's my Prince Charming," Swan joked when interviewed. Pretending to block Edward from the conversation, she continued, "Except Prince Charming didn't look half as good in a swimsuit."

As for Edward Cullen, does he consider their relationship up to par with fairy tales?

"You know I was never much for fairytales, but then I met Bella, and now I am man enough to admit that I am a firm believer in true love and all of that. Bells and I could give Snow White and Prince Charming a run for their money any day. I mean all they did was battle a Wicked Queen, we won gold medals," he joked flexing an arm muscle.

Smacking him upside the head in a playful manner, she knocked his pride down a few notches.

"You know, I always thought we were more like the little mermaid, you being a fish out of water and all," she smirked. ( a.n. sound familiar Leah?)

Turning to more serious questions, the interview continued. I flicked through the rest of the dual interview before I got to Edward's Q and A.

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Edward Pov:

I stretched out the best I could in the tiny airplane seat. There was a storm that would delay our flight. I was currently sitting on the tarmac and regretting the time that I could have spent with Bella instead of being stuck in a seat way too small for my legs. I had chosen to fly business instead of first class so I could spend some more time with Bella, and I realized there was a major difference between first class and business.

It was kind of poetic- there was an unusual amount of sunny days the entire time were in London for the Olympics, and now that we were leaving, there was a huge storm.

I fisted my hair in frustration, I couldn't even listen to my iTouch until we took off, and sleeping was impossible. In desperation, I pulled one of the magazines from the seat pocket in front of me.

On the cover of the magazine was a huge picture of Bella and I at the gala the other night. We were dancing, and I had dipped her. Her leg, foot incased in a huge silver heel that I had no clue how she could walk in let alone dance in, was extended in a way that was a testament to her amazing flexibility.

We were both laughing, my face inches from hers. The deep blue of her dress set, that made my jaw drop when I saw her, made her seem as though she was glowing. I had been so caught up in Bella that I didn't even know this picture had been taken. I made a mental note to somehow get a copy of the original.

Under the picture there was caption: OLYMPIC LOVE!

I skimmed through the article, laughing here and there at some of the more silly things said in the interview. Finally I reached the part I wanted to read the most, Bella's Q and A.

Q: Bella, what did you think the hardest part of the Olympics was?

A: "Probably just focusing. There was so much going on, and I wanted to make so many people proud that I had a really hard time just focusing and doing what I love best. It took a little bit, but eventually I was able to focus and that made all the difference . It is so easy to get caught up in all of the craziness and forget the reason that your are here for, but in the end that's all that really matters; the competition and the country that you are here to represent, not all of the crowds, or press, or medals."

Q: If you weren't a gymnast, what do you think you would want to be?

A: "Well gymnastics is the only thing I see for myself right now, but when I was really little, I wanted to be a mascot. Like one of those mascots that you see at basketball games or whatever. They just always fascinated me." (a.n. sorry inside joke.)

I laughed as I read that she had wanted to be a mascot. It was so Bella- when other little girls wanted to be princesses or whatever, Bella wanted to be a mascot. Shaking my head, I continued to read.

Q: What are your plans after the Olympics? Are you going right back into training and competing, or are you going to try your hand at something new like so many gymnasts before you?

A: " Sleep is still the first thing on my list, but I am going to travel around on the Tour of Gymnastics' Superstars, and all of the press tours that the USA committee sends me to, but I am already itching to get back into the gym . It will be nice to take a small break after all of this craziness, but there is no way that I could stay away from gymnastics for any long period of time."

Q: So tell us, are you going to keep competing and will we see you at the 2016 Olympics in Chicago?

A: "Everyone asks me that." Laughs. "All I can say is that I am definitely going to keep competing, and I would love to compete in the 2016 Olympics, especially since it is back home. It would be really sad if this was my only Olympics. I feel like there is more for me to do, but I also know that there are never any guarantees in a sport like gymnastics."

Q: Thank you so much for your time, but before you go, is there any advice that you can give to young girls who dream of being exactly where you are now?

A: "Just dream. I am a firm believer in if you can dream it, you can do it. And then once you have your dream don't let anything keep you from reaching it. Work as hard as you can, as long as you can and eventually you will reach your dream. And if you don't maybe you were meant for another dream."

Finally we were about to take off. The second we were in the air, and electronics were allowed on, my phone rang. Picking it up, I answered to a happy Carlisle and an even happier Alice babbling in the background. Listening to what he had to say and trusting him to make the final plans, I hung up, an extremely happy smile gracing my face.

I put my phone and the magazine aside to finish reading later as I plugged my iPod into my ears. Almost instantly I was asleep; and I didn't dream of medals, or press releases or anything like that. No, when I dreamed, I dreamed of my Bella.

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Bella Pov:

Before I could read Edward's Q and A, the boarding call for my plane came over the speakers.

I stuck the magazine in my bag to finish reading later and boarded the plane, thankful for the fact that the storm, which had grounded previous planes had finally cleared.

However despite the clearing weather, we were still stuck on the tarmac for a while. After about 20 mins, there was an announcement over the PA system.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We are sorry for the delay. We needed to find a replacement pilot, and now we are ready for take-off. Please fasten your seatbelts and place trays in their upright positions."

I was curious as to what had happened with the other pilot, and judging by the sounds of my fellow passengers, I wasn't the only one.

However I didn't have to wait long to find out what had happened. About ten minutes after we were in the air, a flight attendant walked over to me.

"Ms. Swan?"

I pulled my iPod out of my ears and looked up expectantly. "Yes?"

"We just wanted to inform you," here the flight attendant stuttered. "I mean. Um, we thought you might like to know about what happened to the pilot."

"I am curious, but what does getting a replacement pilot have anything to do with me?"

"Well," she giggled. "Um when we told the pilot you were on the plane, he jumped up in excitement, wanting to meet you and knocked himself unconscious on the cockpit and needs stitches."

I stared incredulously before bursting into laughter. "Wait? He knocked himself out because he wanted to meet me?"

The flight attendant began laughing in earnest too, but then stopped. "Yeah, you are a big celebrity."

That stopped my laughter as well as her words sunk in. A celebrity? Me?

I shook off those surprising thoughts as the flight attendant excused herself.

"Before I go, would you mind signing an autograph for me?"

"Of course," I smiled, this was more familiar territory. I had been signing autographs for years, but this was the first time someone had knocked himself unconscious over meeting me though.

I quickly signed a picture of myself for her and then signed a little cocktail napkin as well. I held both out to her.

"Would you mind giving this to the pilot who injured himself?" I asked blushingly.

"Of course," she smiled walking away.

With a slight smile gracing my own lips, I plugged my Ipod back into my ears.

I closed my eyes on the world and moments from the past few weeks flashed before my eyes, and I realized that they truly were DREAMS OF GOLD.

THE END