Hey everyone, I will leave my pathetic apologies and lame excuses to the end of this chapter, but you need to know first; that this is the final chapter. As in like, the end.

It's set up a little different, (I've never seen a chapter like this, maybe you have?) so I have to tell you that it's comprised of three postcards. The first is from Katie to Emily, the second is Emily's response to Katie, and the third is from Effy to Naomi.

Enjoy :)

Heya Emsie,

So like, I took full advantage of this stationary you sent me for Christmas - which was utter bollocks by the way, ever heard of Michael Kors, lezza? - just, don't get used to it; yeah?

You were right - which is something you shouldn't get used to me admitting - this side of New York is utterly fabulous. Why did you ever come back home after being near this part of the city? I went into a Jimmy Choo store this afternoon that was twice the size of that shitty little house we grew up in Bristol! Not to mention all the shops, cafe's, hotels and everything else. I swear, glam was invented on these very streets! A girl like me thrives down here, why didn't you ever take me down here? Not like I'm complaining, but the places you and Sept used to frequent were way too dodgy for my liking. I seem to be a Soho girl... Anyways.

Christmas with her family was surprisingly, kinda... amazing. I mean, she has a pervy little sister that I think takes the prize clear over James; but I guess that made it a little more like home. Christmas Eve dinner just isn't the same without food shaped into a surprisingly accurate recreation of a wang. Girl has talent, someone should put her in an art class one of these days. Her parents are complete opposites of mom and dad, her mother is a 'pleasantly plump' (I've been told that is the proper description for someone of her... stature) lady that didn't leave the kitchen the entire time! But sadly, I can't complain about that because I ate both of our weights in baked goods and ham during our two-day stay. I'm telling you Ems, if I have to spend every Christmas here for the rest of my life, I have some serious dieting to do the entire year to make up for it! She is quite lovely too, didn't have a crass word to say about anything or anybody, and when she would hug me; my senses were taken over by the oddly comforting scent of apple pie. Her dad was quite a character too, some insanely nerdy guy that looked like a strong wind would carry him clear across country in the blink of an eye; but listening to him babble on about the anatomy of a salamander gave us the out we needed to slip away to the spare bedroom unnoticed for some much needed beauty sleep.

As for New Years, well. That was magical. She took me down to Times Square, you know that 'Ball Drop' thing we used to watch on the telly all the time? Well, I got to see it for real, and I was able to grace the people watching with my presence! Did you watch it? I was right at the camera when everything started counting down, and I'm pretty sure the camera guy made us the couple of the century with the televising of our brilliant New Year's kiss. For once in my life, having a dude perve on me was for a decent reason! Of course, she would have been utterly embarrassed if she knew we were caught on camera, we snog like the world is gonna end quite often; and this time was definitely no exception ;)

So like, all in all; it wasn't bad. Maybe next year we can all get together, like old times? I miss Sept, and I'll even deal with Stonem because of it. Don't tell her I said that.

I've gotta run, but if you want to like, write back and make it a semi-regular thing; I'd be fine with it. I mean, I guess this stationary bit isn't that ridiculous... what was it you said? Something about it being a 'personal touch' and all that bollocks, I don't agree with you but maybe it adds a little... sophistication into the mix? I'm nothing if not sophisticated.

Okay so like, write back soon, but promise to leave out the gruesome details of you and Campbell shagging in front of an open fire? Walking in on it was enough, thank you very much.

XOXO Katie

My Dearest Katiekins,

How lovely of you to write me back on such beautiful stationary. It must fill your heart with appreciation to have such a remarkable twin like me to get you these things. And you know very well that Michael Kors is something she will buy you, after all. You show your appreciation for those kinds of gifts quite... animatedly. You do remember the Manolo Blahnik's last year, right? An open fire has nothing over what we walked in on that time. I still see you when I blink!

I always thought you would love Soho, but you're right; it wasn't my scene. Or hers. But I imagined you thriving there every bit as much as you say :)

Your Christmas and New Years sounded wonderful, and the fact that you called her 'Pleasantly Plump' shows real progress for those manners of yours! I have to admit, I am very jealous of your holiday menu. Turns out I decided to fall in love with the worst cook of the century. Naomi tried to cook the turkey and ended up setting the oven on fire! Not to mention the dried cranberry sauce that exploded all over the burners. We decided after failed attempt number three that ordering take-away pizza was in our best interest, which I thought was delicious but turned out to be 'rubbish' in Naomi's eyes. I never understood her love of olives. So I may have forgotten to order them on purpose, but she's the one that thinks sharing a pizza is romantic! It was sweet though Kay, really you should have seen her. She cut the pizza up so that it ended up being in the shape of a heart... and the kicker? She put this big diamond ring in the center of that very pizza. So I guess the moral of the story is, we're getting married!

I never thought in a million years, that our lives would end up like this. I mean, you're with a woman for christ sakes! And me, I'm marrying the woman of my dreams. I always wanted this, but I guess it turned into an unreachable pipe dream at some point. But here we are, some years later; and there's nothing in our way anymore. it's all right there, in front of us, just waiting to be taken full advantage of. And I couldn't be any happier.

This year is the start to the rest of our lives, Kay. And no matter what comes our way, we all have each other. Our little, misfit family, brought together by love and circumstance; we really have a wonderful life.

I miss you,

Emily.

Oh, and PS. James brought a girl home at Christmas. You're not gonna believe it... she's actually pretty lovely. Puts him in his place too, but somehow finds his perverted little sex jokes and innuendos hilarious. I'm glad for him, they seem good together. Anyways, love you!

Naomi,

I hate you for making me do this, you have September to thank for every word on this damn paper. I've been promised sex, so don't expect this to be a novel or anything.

I am so happy you finally grew balls and proposed to Emily. It only took you what, 12, 13 years?

I am well, of course. She keeps me calm, and grounded. Not to mention being their tour manager has its upsides with keeping me nice and busy, I seem to have a keen eye for detail and venues. Who would have thought, the key to cleansing a busy mind was, well. Keeping busy? When Freddie died, I didn't think I'd ever find someone who could chase the voices away like he did, but they've been virtually non-existant since her arrival into my life. I admit, I know I don't make things easy for her all the time. But she loves me without question, through the good and the bad, the shit and the magic. There really is something to be said for someone like her, calming my uneasy mind and warming my little black heart has really changed my perspective on life. And before you ask, no. I am not proposing. I don't believe in marriage, you know that. But I did get her a ring. It symbolizes our commitment, she needed that from me. And it's not such a bad thing, right? A ring? I'll admit, I did do it a little for me too; this music industry is full of androgynous, over-eager boys and overweight, hairy guys that are relentless with September. Whether their slimy little motives involve getting into her knickers, dating her to kickstart their career... she is very popular. So either I find a way to show everyone that she is mine and only mine, or I end up strangling that little fucker that wears more eyeliner than I do.

Our Christmas was spectacular, since you ask. We got a few weeks off the tour for the holidays, so we could do whatever we wanted. The decision was made to pack our bags and head out for some much needed rest and relaxation; and there is nowhere better to get that than Hokkaido. We rented a little villa in the mountains near a lake, and it couldn't have been more perfect. I was kinda shocked that Sept could speak Japanese, she started speaking it the minute we got into the cab and I couldn't have been more impressed. You'd think, all the time we spend together on tour, we would know every annoying little detail about each other; but I learn something new about her every day. Did you know she collects paintings? She's acquired at least one from every country we've toured and visited; she says 'you'll thank me one day when we're old and grey, these pictures will help you and me remember the times we've spent together in every part of the world'.

How is Katie? Tell me all about her 'lesbian adventures' in your next letter. It's too bad I didn't get a taste of that before I became all loved up. I would have liked to see what all the 'Fitch Fuss' is about.

E

So, that's it. The end to this little story. I really am sorry to those of you who had to wait in utter agony these few months for the conclusion to this tale. As some of you know, my writing has taken on quite a... twisted turn. From zombies to psychopaths, this story was the bridge to all that creativity, which in turn made the story take a back-seat to it all the same. And let's face it, this may have taken way too long (criminal, I know) but it is a much happier alternative to the uhm... what shall we call it? Shit attempt at a seventh series? I'm sure your descriptions of that are much more colourful.

My intention when writing this story was to create a character specifically for Effy. Now, it's not that she is my 'favourite character' by any means, but I feel that (apart from our girls) she was always given the shit end of the deal. Effy (the REAL Effy, before S7) I think deserved happiness, or at least a shot. So I created someone who could take care of her, someone who knew how to deal with her and that is where September came in. So I guess, I hope I did a good job with that.

I can't even begin to find the right words to thank each and every one of you who read, reviewed, followed and added this story to your favourites. Thank you so very much, from the bottom of my heart.

The day I posted chapter one of this fic, I never expected it to change my life. But it did. My life is forever changed by the kindness, and generosity of this fandom. I have made some pretty incredible friends, people I really love, admire and appreciate - people who (I hope) know just how much they mean to me - this experience has opened some new avenues within myself, and it's been amazing; every step of the way.

Lots of love to you this holiday season, may the new year bring you all as much happiness and love as you've kindly given to me.

Be kind to each other,

xox VioletW