A/N: Wow, chapter eleven never thought I'd get this far. Wow.

Juniper was really starting to hate this couch.

It was an awful creation and if at that very moment she could have had her way it would have been burned. Shaking her head at the strange thought she looked at the three men sat across from her, Egon stood to her left notepad in hand.

"Tell us everything in explicit detail," Ray was first to speak his voice a little more commanding than usual.

"Well, I opened the door and noticed the place felt a little neglected. The way a good book would when you get to a chapter and stop for about a month before reading again," shaking her head Juniper realised she had started to ramble.

"I sat down, and then I was looking at myself only I was older..." She began to recite each detail, pausing momentarily when she got to the part where Egon entered. The man buried himself further into the notepad trying to hide the formidable foe that was his blush.

She paused again when telling them about the scene change, and the dancing and the I love you's. And then at last she finished and looked at them all expectantly.

Ray had a grin on his face, Peter was smirking and Winston, well he seemed distracted but that didn't bother her.

"Sounds to me like she was predicting your future." Peter teased wiggling his eyebrows. Juniper wondered why she had begun to ever so slightly miss him.

"Actually angels have no predicting ability's, if anything these are figments that the angel made to convince Miss Fortenburry of this." Peter rolled his eyes at the stoic words of Spengler and stood.

"You can keep making excuses, or you can face the facts," raising two fingers he pointed at Juniper and Egon whilst walking backwards toward the door, "You two cinnamon rolls are made for each other!" With that he disappeared from the room and Ray continued to smile at the couple.

"We can go back to the apartment tomorrow, she how she reacts to Spengler being there,"

Juniper groaned, there was no escaping this.

Placing her key in the lock Juniper looked over her shoulder the four men behind her looked at her expectantly. Even though she really didn't want to she swung the door open. It still held the feeling of neglect, Juniper surged forward looking around. Her eyes immediately drifted to the place on the couch she had sat in a few days ago. She looked at Ray, the man nodded for her to sit down.

Cautiously she sat down, far more prepared for anything to happen. Everyone held their breath, watching anxiously.

Nothing. So they waited and still nothing. Sighing partly from relief but mainly from disappointment Juniper cast her eyes to the four men.

Peter threw his hands up in the air, "Well this was a waste of time!" He began to pace around "I'd expected more from an Angel, but clearly your not as powerful as we thought!" Ray's eyes widened and he called out to Peter, the man in quest

"What are you doing, don't make it angry!" Peter laughed, a very sarcastic laugh, and turned on the spot arms outstretched.

"Honestly Ray, this things weaker than my old aunty flo, I bet she's scared, can't even make a fake vision!"

With a gasp Juniper felt her head rush , and much like before she was looking at herself. This time she had her paint pallet in hand, she was painting, well what looked to be a human heart. "What's happening?" She jumped at the sound of Egon's voice, turning to face the man she noticed that he looked like he wasn't part of the vision.

"Can you see me?" The man turned and looked straight at her nodding.

"Of course," He looked back to the older Juniper, it was a beautiful painting the accuracy only adding to its brilliance. The door behind the two of them opened and an older version of Egon walked through, his hair was greying slightly and a grey stubble speckled across his chin. Juniper watched as her future self turned to face him.

"Hey, " She seemed so happy to see him, raising from her seat she placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "How was work?"

The man chuckled and put an arm around her hip, "Tiring," Egon watched with bated breath as his older counterpart's hand resided on older Juniper's stomach. "How are you?" Junipers older self looked down at his hand love and care in her gaze.

"We're alright." Juniper gasped as she realised what was happening. She was pregnant with Egon's child. Raising her hand to her head she stumbled backwards. Hearing her shuffle Egon looked over confused, a soft voice broke through the vision, one that juniper had become accustomed to hearing.

"It's no lie, I am not weak, Listen to your heart Juniper."

Juniper felt her self fall into someone's arms, opening her eyes she saw Peter grinning above her.

"What happened Princess? You and Spengs blacked out back there." Shoving him away from her Juniper clenched her fists.

"This was a mistake!" Locking eyes with Egon a small scream left her lips "Get out!" All four men looked at her shocked.

"But Juni-" Ray tried to convince her, he was worried Spengler hadn't said anything, it had only been ten minutes but what had made her so mad.

"GET OUT!" She cut Ray off and watched as the men left, sinking into her old couch she ran her hand through her hair, what was she going to do?