Standing on the balcony of a four-star hotel somewhere in the Caribbean, Rêverie looked out over the sea. "I have no idea what to do with myself."

"There's that beach," Lena pointed out. She wrapped her arms around Rêverie from behind, pressing her face into the small of her back. It was really kind of weird to her. The spider was gone. Cauchemar had been removed from her arm, as well. Rêverie had talked about replacing the tattoos eventually, but had no answer when Lena had asked her with what. They'd find out in time, and Lena only hoped she'd be there to see it.

Lips curving, Rêverie turned in Lena's arms. "You just want to see me in a skimpy swimsuit."

"You've found me out." Leaning up on her tippy-toes, Lena kissed her. Rêverie's arms folded around her and they held each other.

They were on borrowed time. Rêverie expected any moment for blood to appear on Lena's chest again. They'd never found a believable explanation for what had happened, and no matter how much Angela or Winston tried to reassure her, she just didn't accept it. She couldn't, that wasn't how Rêverie's life worked. She didn't catch lucky breaks, she didn't get to keep the things she wanted.

But for those reasons, she would enjoy the time they had while they had it. "Do not worry, Lena. I've packed the perfect swimsuit."

Letting go of Lena, Rêverie returned her attention to the view outside. "I have been thinking." She felt Lena grab her hand and she leaned against her. "I have been asking myself a question since I chose my name."

"What's that then?" Lena studied her, exploring the features of Rêverie's face with her eyes.

"Who am I? Who is Rêverie going to be? I still do not know the answer, and I think the only way I am going to find out is by trying to be a person again." A real person. Not a killer. Not an assassin. Not whatever thing she was when she helped Lena, because she sure as hell wasn't a hero. Even if she'd started to enjoy that. Just a little.

"Oh. So you're gonna go all soul-searching, then?" Lena was sure Rêverie didn't have space for Lena in this. Or whoever she finally settled on being wouldn't need her. It hurt, but Lena could understand that. She didn't want to hold Rêverie back. "I guess that's fair."

Knowing that Lena didn't always think as highly of herself as she let on, Rêverie said. "I did not say I wanted to be alone."

Lena immediately perked up. "All right!" She couldn't stay away from being a hero forever, but she'd earned herself a vacation. If the world needed her, she'd answer the call. She always had, and she always will. That was the right thing to do. But Rêverie needed her, and if she was truthful with herself, she needed a break too. Lena had her own soul-searching to do.

"I love you." Rêverie whispered the words so low that she knew Lena couldn't hear them, but this time they were in English. Someday, she'd feel like she'd be able to say them to Lena's face. Tell her how she really felt. Someday she'd feel like she just might have earned the right.

"Lets get room service," Lena suggested. She stroked Rêverie's cheeks, gazing into her eyes. "We can watch some silly movie. I'd like to avoid the news for awhile, I think I've heard enough about Talon to last a lifetime. Or six!"

"It is what they deserve. What's more, they think the Widowmaker is still out there." Rêverie snorted, putting her arm around Lena's shoulders and stepping inside. She walked through the suite with her. "They will always be looking over their shoulders, searching for a glint from a window or a rooftop, never knowing if I am there. They will hear footsteps in the dark and wonder if death has come for them. They will go mad from fear, terrified of the monsters they built in their hearts."

That was just a little terrifying. And arousing. Lena found herself asking, "And then what?"

She stopped in the middle of the common area, a smile cold and sure appearing on her face. "And then one day, they will find that all their fears have come true."

~Fin~