Gwen stood on the front porch of her and Trent's house, staring out at the lawn across the street. Six months had passed since the end of the war with Dorian. Life had returned to normal, well as normal as life can be when you're famous. Still, Gwen was having trouble forgetting what had happened to them in Toronto. She could not shake the horrible memories of their ordeal, particularly her own death. Despite this, there were happy things to look forward to. They had spent the night of their victory celebrating and discussing their future plans. Gwen let her mind drift back to that night, remembering the happiness that had enveloped Drama.
"Well, we did it." said Duncan, holding a glass aloft. "I just want to say I'm glad we all made it out on the other side. I could not have done that without you, and I thank you all for being strong, even when things looked bad. We are a family, and we fought like one. I will never forget the compassion, kindness, dedication, and love you have all shown during the last few months."
"And we thank you, Duncan, for your leadership, your dedication, and your ability to keep us together, even when we were ready to give up." said Chris.
"Here, here mate!" shouted Ezekiel, raising his glass as well.
The rest of the night was spent dancing and celebrating. Harold, Tyler, and Cody threw down some wicked break-dance moves and Trent busted out some soulful tunes on the guitar. At some point Geoff and Bridgette ended up making out in the DJ booth. Later on, Izzy and Owen were caught giggling and kissing on the balcony.
"What are you two giggling about?" asked Trent.
"Oh, we forgot to mention, we're getting married." said Izzy. "Owen proposed in the middle of the fight."
"Yeah Owen, way to rock the we may die so let's get married trick." said Duncan, laughing.
This memory brought a smile to Gwen's face. It made her happy to know that after all the adversity they had faced, they were still able to find pleasure in the simple things; the everyday acts of life. "What are you smiling at?" Trent asked, joining Gwen on the porch.
"Oh, just remembering the celebration, when Izzy and Owen told us they were getting married." Gwen replied.
"Yeah." Trent chuckled. "It's nice to see them finally get hitched."
Gwen smiled and nodded. Trent wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Do, you think we'll ever escape the pain of that war?" Gwen asked.
"It may take some time, but I think we will." Trent replied. Just then the phone rang. Trent went inside to answer it. After several minutes, he returned.
"Who was it?" Gwen asked, looking at her husband.
"Duncan." said Trent. "He wants to know if we'd like to go to a concert with him next weekend. Said Courtney couldn't go, something about her needing to catch up on work." Gwen smiled and nodded again; life really was back to normal.
A/N: Well folks, there you go. The end of the Hunted. As with A Place Called Home, I really enjoyed writing this fic and I want to thank all the people who wrote reviews. I know some of what I wrote made some of you unhappy, but thanks for sticking with me. I promise the sequels will be better. So stick around, there's lots more fun to come!
