A/N: Hey everybody - thanks for sticking it out this long with me to this final chapter. I had a ton of fun with this fic, and I'm positive that I'll do more for this pairing in the future because I really love them.

Just a hint - this chapter will be much cuter and more meaningful if you reread previous chapters or if you have read them recently enough to remember what happened, since this is the chapter that brings them all together.

Finally, this chapter (probably my favourite) is dedicated to a very loyal follower on her birthday - Mary Margaret. Happy birthday and thanks for all your support!

Skye opened her eyes reluctantly and spent a couple minutes staring blankly at the ceiling, wishing that if she just refused to believe that this was happening, that it wouldn't happen. Unfortunately, she knew that that wasn't really how life worked, no matter how much she wished for it. Finally, resigned to her fate, she swung her legs up out of bed and dressed quickly, ran her hands through her hair, and hurried out of her room en route to the Bus's kitchen, hopefully able to get breakfast and retreat before anyone saw her.

Her first couple steps were a success - she didn't see a soul. Not even Fitz, was which kind of surprising considering how excited he had been for today. No matter how much she told him that she didn't like her birthday, (mostly due to always being alone), he kept insisting that they had to do something to celebrate.

Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Something large on the wall just down the hall from her room. A bug? Moving towards it, she saw that it was actually a small rock taped to the wall next to a sticky note covered in Fitz's writing. She couldn't help but smile as she read the note:

Dearest Skye,

Happy birthday! I know that you didn't want a big party or anything, so I'm doing something else to force you to celebrate: a journey through my favourite memories of you.

To start, this rock is from the pond where I taught you to skip stones across the surface of the water - I hope you remember, because that is when I started falling for you.

Check the kitchen table for your next present.

Love,

Fitz

It took her best efforts to hold back tears at Fitz's sweetness. She felt a smile form on her face as she ran over to the kitchen, excited for her birthday for the first time she could remember.

The kitchen was likewise deserted except for a beautiful bouquet of flowers in varying shades of yellow and gold - her favourite colour. And on the elegant vase was another sticky note, which read:

Flowers for that day when I showed up at your door with a bouquet and a poem and tried to tell you how I felt in the most awkward way possible. Yellow for the light you bring to my life (and because I know it's your favourite).

Now, go to the gym.

That thought of that memory made her smile - he had been so adorable, stumbling over his words. It amazed her how far they had come since then in their relationship.

She reached the gym only a couple minutes later and immediately saw her present on the floor - a little gift bag. Bending down, she picked it up, curious. Under a thin layer of tissue paper was a bag of individually-wrapped chocolate kisses. Smiling like an idiot, Skye knew that she didn't even need the note in the bag to explain this one. This was the spot where she and Fitz had had their first, innocent kiss. But, the note did tell her that she should head back into the kitchen now for his next surprise.

The first thing she saw upon re-entering the kitchen was a package of spaghetti on the table that hadn't previously been there, next to a paper snowflake and a purple sticky note, which read:

I left your next three surprises in here, so…

1. Remember when we made a bet and I lost and owed you dinner? And remember how I managed to set the pasta on fire and we ended up eating ice-cream?

2. Check the garbage can.

Skye paused, confused, then went over to the trashcan. Her surprise elicited a laugh as she saw a Tim McGraw CD taped to the lid. Fitz had never liked country, but he put up with it for her sake. Returning to the note, she continued.

2. Check the garbage can. After Quinn had shot you and I thought that you were dying, I sat beside you for hours, praying that you would make it. Also, I never told you that I promised not to complain about your country music as long as you were alive. It's a work in progress…

3. This one is a little more difficult to encapsulate in an object (a paper snowflake is the best I could do), but I wanted to tell you how much I appreciated the picnic we had in the cave during the blizzard. Yes, we were in danger, but we also grew closer and I learned a lot about you.

Now, go to the living room.

Again, Skye fought to swallow through the lump in her throat. The flaming pasta was one of her favourite memories as well, but she also was very touched by how deeply he had been affected by her near-death experience. She had never known…

The living room still showed no sign of any of the inhabitants of the Bus, but on the table was another gift bag. Opening it, she pulled out a package of bobby pins, a handful of glow-in-the-dark stars, and a couple sticks. Completely perplexed, she pulled out the accompanying note and read:

I know that these seem really random, but they aren't. The bobby pins are for the night that we played "Truth or Dare" and your hair became...well, I really think it's best if I don't comment on it. But, that was also the night where you were dared to kiss me and you kissed me. I mean, you really kissed me. And I didn't mind.

The stars are for our camping trip, when you showed me how beautiful nature could be, looking at it through your eyes.

The sticks are for our mission in the forest, where we almost had a moment, but then were interrupted. I was bitter about that for a bit, but now it makes me laugh...except for your injury. That wasn't funny.

The storage closet is your next destination.

Laughing, Skye darted out of the living room and to the storage closet, pretty sure that she knew what she would find there. She clearly remembered their adventure in that room…

Surely enough, as she entered the room, her eyes immediately lit upon a table and chair that had been erected in the center of the room. On the desk was a pair of computer speakers, a bowl of Cheerios, and a note. Her stomach growled, and she realized that she had been too preoccupied with the scavenger hunt to remember to have eaten breakfast. She sat down and dug into the Cheerios, reading the note as she ate.

The computer speakers need no explanation, but the Cheerios might. They aren't the perfect birthday breakfast, but I promise I can explain. The moment that I knew I had fallen in love with you was when we were on the floor, sopping wet, after our food fight. And you had started that food fight with your bowl of Cheerios. Skye, I don't know if I have ever said this out loud, but, I love you.

On another note, your next surprises are waiting in your room.

Pressing one hand to her mouth, Skye stared at the note in shock. Yes, she had known that he loved her, but he had never expressly told her like that before. The tears started falling again, leaving wet spots on his writing which she hurriedly wiped away before they could smudge the ink too badly. Abandoning the rest of her breakfast, she nearly ran back to her room.

Opening her door, she took in the room in a quick glance. Nothing really seemed out of place to her, but there was a note on her bed. Picking it up, she read:

Look at the wall behind your bed.

Glancing up, she looked and saw a feathered dreamcatcher hanging there, a new addition to her decorations.

The dreamcatcher is for those times when you have nightmares and I'm not there for some reason (although I hope that I will always be there, no matter what).

Also, if you check your shelf, I think you will notice three additions - the Lord of the Rings trilogy. You told me that you had never read them, and I think that must be remedied immediately.

Glancing at the bookcase, she spotted her new books immediately and smiled. That was really sweet of him to remember.

Turning the note over in her hands, she saw that the writing continued on the back. She read:

For your final surprise, turn around.

Confused, Skye turned around to face the doorway.

Time stood still.

She couldn't breath.

Tears ran down her face in a steady stream, but this time, she didn't mind.

Fitz was there, looking at her earnestly. And he was down on one knee, a ring box held in his trembling fingers. "Skye, I love you," he muttered, his accent making her melt. "Marry me?"

Gasping, she approached him and sank to her knees in front of him. "Yes. Leo, yes." She felt a thrill run through her body as she said the words, a thrill of excitement. "I love…"

He cut her off before she could finish, his lips finding hers and pulling her close to him in a feverish, passionate kiss. Finally, he ended the kiss, keeping his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes intent on hers. "Happy birthday."

Skye couldn't help but smile. "Maybe my birthday isn't so bad after all." Leaning in, she kissed him again, looking forward to the lifetime she would spend by his side.

Thanks for everything, and please leave a final review =).

~Caitlin