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AN: First off I just want to thank everyone immensely for reading this. Never did I ever expect this story to become this long and complex, especially for such an obscure ship. A lot of aspects and characters have come from my own mind and the fact that you lot have enjoyed that has made me happier than you can possibly imagine. Even without the canon and fix-it endings written yet, this is still the longest story I have ever written and that wouldn't be true without you.

Now, as for the double ending, most of you know that does not have a series setting. Because of this the double endings will be published as separate stories, one called YAABILU Canon Ending and YAABILU Fix-it Ending. Both will have four chapters each and they will be published and updated at the same time so as not to cater towards just one preference. I will rewrite this in my Author's bio to try and make this a bit easier.

I will also likely be doing several one-shots involving this story that never made it to the final cut.

Anyways, thank you for staying with me for this journey and I can't wait to see what you think of the end. Thank you for everything and enjoy!

"I can't believe you're shoving me back in bed," grumbled Alastair. "Two days you've been back, you're leaving again tomorrow, and you take it upon yourself to fret over me. Really James, it's not needed."

"You're sick Alastair. How am I not supposed to take care of my husband?"

"Maybe because I can take care of myself?"

James chuckled. "I'm sure you can. That's why you look like shit." Before Alastair could jump in though he quickly added, "If it helps, the better you get the sooner you can go back to work."

Alastair rolled his eyes in response but kept quiet. James finished pulling the covers up and asked, "So, do you want some soup—"

"Alright, I'm not that god damn sick."

"Okay point taken. So, want to watch a movie?" asked James.

"Why not? It's not like there are world terrors happening or anything."

"Enough with the sarcasm. I would like to enjoy this time before I leave again."

"Actually," asked Alastair, "What is your next mission?"

"There's a group that have been developing biochemical weapons. Merlin's still trying to gather more intelligence but I'll be attempting to track them down. I'll probably be gone for some time."

"Then stop fretting over me and let's make the most of this time," Alastair responded.

"Hey, you're the one who asked about the mission!"

"I was making a point."

"Of course you were," James muttered with a roll of his eyes. He zeroed in on Hatshepsut who suddenly jumped on the bed. She curled up next to Alastair and James broke into a grin. "I told you the both of you would warm up to each other."

Alastair kept a carefully neutral face. "I don't know what you're talking about. She's a beast."

"Oh yes. That's exactly why you're petting her and she's purring."

Breaking into a small smile, Alastair responded, "Just because I caused her a beast doesn't mean I don't like her. Now sit down. Seeing as you'll be off chasing god knows what leads from Merlin, you might as well take the time to relax.

"An excellent idea," responded James. He plopped down and curled up next to Alastair as 'Sut let out an annoyed meow and readjusted herself to keep from being squished by the two bodies.

"So you won't be around for Christmas like originally planned."

James shook his head, looking a little sad at that. "Sorry, but Arthur thinks I'll be best for this mission. Any other likely candidates are out on their own missions."

"When is the estimated time back?"

"Don't really have one but Merlin is thinking maybe February at this point. Of course, that's if I get any good leads or find anything worth following," replied James. "Let's just hope it doesn't end up pointless."

"I'm sure you'll find something of use. Though I will say I hate you for leaving this Christmas. I almost hope that I'm given my own mission so I'll have a good reason not to go."

"Very funny Alastair."

"I'm quite serious. Both Lily and her girlfriend are going to be there along with Kenton. It will be more torturous than whatever a terrorist could hope to throw at me," replied Alastiar.

"How about we'll just say you'll cross that bridge when you come to it, huh? Now, which movie to watch?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one who's firmly cemented yourself in pop culture. I did just finish Eragon if that helps."

"Oh the movie is—wait that's perfect! We can rip apart the film together! Oh yes, this will be fun," James hooted as he jumped back up.

"I thought you were fine with artistic lenience."

"Yeah when it's inventive and well done!" cried out James. "Eragon the movie just sucks."

Alastair gave him an amused and pointed look.

"Alright it's not that bad. It's…it's like the first Percy Jackson movie. Pales in comparison to its source but at least it's enjoyable in some aspects. And I mean, not everything is horrible in the movie. The dragon is pretty fucking cool."

"Ah, because that's the most important part of course," chuckled Alastair.

"Hey, if the dragons are cool I can look past the rest of the disappointment of an adaption for two hours."

"Well I'll make sure to keep my expectations low. Except of course for the dragons."

"Good," James said much to seriously. "Now of course you'll have to finish the Eragon series but afterwards you'll need something else to read. Something shorter I should think."

"How about The Time Cat? More for children but I feel like you'd enjoy it nonetheless. And then there is Timeline and you need to watch that web series Le Visiteur du Futur; French obviously but you shouldn't have a problem with that and—"

"What's with all the time travel," laughed Alastair.

"I've been in a Science-Fiction mood lately alright? Then there is Twelve Monkeys, the movie of course which is—"

"James, I'm not even done with the Eragon series. No need—"

"Hey," he said, this time interrupting Alastair instead. "Who knows when you'll finish those books? Besides, what if I'm not around? God knows where for Arthur or something or other and you happen to finish whatever I've given you? There needs to be a backup list."

"Fine, whatever. Just tell me you're not going to write it down."

"Actually that's a good idea. Just hold on a minute."

Alastair rolled his eyes as the credits played and James rapidly writ down his list of suggestions which this time happened to lean heavily towards sci-fi. After done he neatly folded it and handed it over to Alastair.

"There, all done. Now promise me you'll get through these."

The other shook his head in response.

"Come on. I'm being serious here. These are some great things and I'd hate for you to miss out on them," James said as he waved the piece of paper in front of Alastair's face.

"Fine. But just remember that means you won't be able to stop my complaints if any of them stink."

"I assure you. None of them stink. Now onto the movie."

The two of them, plus the cat, watched the entire movie and both went between uninterested to extremely vocal over what they thought was good or bad. Afterwards, James made dinner and they ate, mostly in a comfortable silence.

Mostly they discussed work and recent events and Alastair eventually mentioned his mother coming to visit. James was shocked, and even more so how the other handled it, but was thankful that it really was official over and Alastair felt even more at peace than before.

After talking for a while longer after dinner, they both went to bed and early on Alastair woke up to find James already getting ready to work.

"I should hope that you were planning to say goodbye."

"Well of course," James said with a grin. "Just don't count on a goodbye kiss. I really don't feel like getting sick."

"I agree with you but I'm really not that bad. I'll be well soon enough."

"I'm counting on it," James said with a grin. "Now remember to always answer my calls. You don't know the next time you'll be hearing from me."

"Do you even need to tell me that? And, though I've said it a million times, the emergency channels are truly meant for emergencies."

James laughed. "Talking to my husband on a regular basis is an emergency. Besides, I'm going to need to see how that Christmas goes. Anyways, go back to sleep alright? I'll you and 'Sut later."

"Yeah, like a few months later."

"Yes," muttered James, "but still later. Now stop complaining and go back to bed. Goodnight Alastair."

"I think you mean good day."

"Whatever," James chuckled. "Goodbye."

Despite what he'd said earlier, he gave Alastair a light kiss anyways and left.