The final chapter.

Post Destiny

Everyone leaves.

Her sister.

The Legends.

Her crook.

No matter what the promises. No matter what she does.

Everyone leaves.

It had been a week since Sara had found out about Laurel's death. She'd been staying with her father in Star City, unsure what else to do after being dropped off by Rip. Team Arrow wasn't appealing and going back to Central City about the same. Returning to the League was out, too. Ra's knew that she wasn't truly an assassin, and if she was honest with herself, Sara knew that after all the work she'd done to overcome her bloodlust, she couldn't go back. Which left here here.

No team. No League. No Legends.

Sara kept her eyes down as she walked with her dad. He was one of the few people she could do that with. But he had been pounding the pavement on these dangerous streets almost his entire life. If anyone could watch her back now, it was him.

Neither one of them were big talkers, but she found comfort in being around him. So when he was done at work, she'd walk over to the precinct and walk back to the apartment with him. Sometimes they picked up food, sometimes they didn't. Most times it was a quiet walk and the only time Sara left the apartment.

It didn't feel like home anymore. Nowhere did.

Due to her training and her father's occupation, Sara was understandably surprised when a figure stepped out in front of them without either of them noticing anything amiss.

"Blondie."

Sara flinched and looked up, startled to see Mick standing in front of her.

"Who the hell are you?" Quentin asked, his hand reaching for his belt.

"He's a friend, Dad." Sara grabbed his arm.

"He looks like a criminal."

"Arson, robberies, bounty hunting." Mick tried out his tough guy eyes on Quentin, but to his credit, her father didn't so much as blink.

"And why shouldn't I arrest you?"

"Because he's on my team. Or, used to be."

"You worked with my little girl?" Quentin asked with a frown.

"She's quite the badass," Mick said, with hardly a grimace.

"She gets that from me."

"And a little crazy."

"That's from her mother."

"What are you doing here, Mick?" Sara asked, dragging the conversation back. "How'd you even know where I was?"

He didn't answer, but pulled out a slip of paper and held it out to her. She didn't take it. She knew what it was, despite it being folded and unfolded a thousand times. It was her address. The one she'd given to-

"Boss gave it to me. Said that if something were to happen, I should look you up." Mick stared at the paper, too, as if unsure how he'd gotten there at all.

"So he told you to what, check in on me?" Sara went with anger. Anger was easier. "I don't need someone to look after me."

"I know." Mick lowered his arm to his side, but didn't put the paper away. "He said you might need a friend."

Tears threatened at her eyes, so Sara looked away from him, anger warring with anguish. "Well, I-"

"And so would I."

Sara looked at Mick - really looked at him. He was never usually very well-dressed, but his clothes were clearly the result of a few days of wearing. The dark circles under his eyes showed that he was sleeping as well as she had been. The frown on his mouth wasn't unfamiliar, but it seemed more permanent. He was lonely.

"Come on in," she said, leading her way toward the steps.

"Sara," Quentin tried to argue.

"He's my friend, Dad." Sara said, looking back at him.

He glanced at Mick and Sara could see the struggle on his face not to argue again. "And this other guy? The one you gave my address to?"

Her gaze dropped and Mick stepped in. "He died."

Quentin's eyes narrowed briefly, then he nodded. "All right. But if you do anything…"

"I'll behave."

When they got up to Quentin's apartment, he went immediately to his room and shut the door, not before adding, "I think there might still be some drinks in the fridge."

Sara glanced at him sharply and he rolled his eyes. "It's not for me. It's for guests."

"What guests?"

"Remember Felicity's mom?"

"No."

"We'll talk later." Quentin shut the door in her face and ended the conversation.

Sara went to the fridge and grabbed the drinks - a few bottles of beer that her dad had always hated - and returned to the living room. Mick had already seated himself in her dad's favorite armchair. Sara passed him a bottle and then curled up on the edge of the couch.

They sat in silence, before Sara managed to remember some general hospitality. "How's Central City?"

Mick shrugged, only moving one shoulder. "S'alright. Don't get out much. Haven't seen anyone."

Sara caught the implication. "Lisa needs to know."

"I know." He thumbed at the label, peeling off the edge from the bottle. "I just don't want to tell her. Something about girls and crying." He shook his head slightly. "How's it here in Star City?"

Avoiding his eyes, Sara drank deeply from her bottle. "Fantastic."

"You gonna join Team Arrow?" Mick asked.

"I thought about it," Sara admitted. "But now…"

Though Mick wasn't a very talkative person, he demonstrated surprising tact as he remained silent and let her catch her breath.

"My sister was killed. While we were away."

Mick stared at her, then, in a slow breath, just said, "Fuck."

Sara gave a bark of cold laughter. "Yup. So Team Arrow isn't exactly where I want to be. And since Rip disbanded us, I just...I don't know."

"Could always go back to the League."

She shook her head faintly. "After everything I did to leave it, I can't go back again."

"I could use a partner."

Sara looked over at him, not smiling, but softer. "I appreciate it. But with my dad being a cop…"

"Could cause some tension," Mick muttered. "I get it. Besides, it's not like you know anything about stealing."

She thought about the padlock and picks in her bag, untouched at the bottom. "He taught me how to pick locks," she said quietly, staring at the bottle. She didn't need to say who.

Mick drained his beer. "Tried to teach me. But it never stuck."

"That's why you were such a good team." Sara finished her drink, numbing the pain that swelled up as they turned the conversation back to their mutual friend. "He broke you in, but you got him out."

"He saved my life, when we met," Mick muttered, staring straight ahead.

Sara rolled onto her back and faced the ceiling, both of them feeling more comfortable without eyes on them. "He told me that you saved him. A kid in juvie had a shiv."

Mick chuckled, "That he did. And with a smart mouth, Boss'd already pissed off the alpha dog. I saved his ass that day. But it was every day after that, when he saved mine. He'd keep me from fighting every single fight. Use his words to confuse people into leaving us alone." Mick reached over and grabbed a second drink, popping it off with his hand. "Without him, I would've been dead a dozen times my first time in jail."

"He saved a lot of people," Sara murmured.

"He did," Mick agreed. "But even before the Time Masters, he was a hero. Even when I hated him, he was still the best guy I ever knew. He was a hero to me."

"You ever tell him that?" Her question was answered by silence and she knew what he would have said. No. Because they didn't talk. They fought, they joked, they watched each other's backs, they even kissed, but they didn't talk. Not really.

"Did you tell him?" Mick asked, after he took a swig.

"No." She never told him anything about being her hero, but that isn't what Mick meant.

"We should've."

Sara finished her drink and remained silent.

"Did he ever tell you about us and the Flash?" Mick rumbled after a while.

"No."

He chuckled, "Alright. So, we're running the town when suddenly, the scarlet speedster starts showing up everywhere…"

They passed the next six hours drinking and talking, taking care never to actually say his name, but discussing nothing else. Sometimes they would just sit in silence until they thought of something else. But it was comfortable. She didn't need to pretend with Mick, and he was the same with her.

She eventually fell asleep on the couch and when she woke up, Mick was gone. On the table, amidst the empty bottles was a note.

Thanks, Blondie. I think he wanted you to have this.

Sara held the thick silver ring between her fingers before slipping it on her finger.

Sara stood at Laurel's tombstone, staring at the words etched in without really seeing it.

"I'm going to kill a man today," she said quietly. "He took a friend of mine. We're going to save her, and I'm going to kill him."

She inhaled, her fingers restless. "I know Team Arrow doesn't kill anymore. But sometimes, bad guys need to be put down. You don't - didn't - think that. And maybe I'm wrong. But how is it fair that a man like Savage gets to live while you and...while you die?" Her throat closed for a moment and Sara dropped her gaze to the turf, "I don't know who I am. I'm not a vigilante. I'm not an assassin. And the people who knew me best are gone. You're gone and I don't know what to do without you. I don't know who I am without you. I don't know where I should be without you."

The silver band on her finger glinted and Sara knew she wasn't just talking to Laurel any longer.

"But I'll try. I'll watch out for Dad and Mick. I'll control the bloodlust and I'll be more than an assassin." She managed a shaky half-smile and rolled her eyes, ignoring the tears. "And if I ever see Damien Dhark or a Time Master, no matter when, well...they better start running now." She breathed in deeply, pushing her grief away.

"Because I'm coming for them."

Sara faced off against Savage, the immortal monster grinning as he stared at her approach.

"Back again?" he sneered.

Sara heard the bursts of Firestorm's power, keeping the others away from her while she dealt with Savage. There had been no other option when Rip had asked for volunteers. She had to be one of the ones to end his reign.

"I know you." He moved easily against her, parrying her blows and doing his best to throw her off balance. It didn't work. "The Canary. Resurrected murderer."

Sara kept her composure, willing herself not to rise to the bait. It was nothing she hadn't said about herself.

"The monster, the assassin," Savage taunted.

He was right, once upon a time. But that was before. Before the Legends, before time-traveling, before -

Before.

Now, the very insults she had thrown upon herself were only fire for her. Savage's eyes darted around, looking for assistance, but they were alone.

"They fear you!"

Sara ignored him, her silence doing more to unnerve Savage than anything she could say. The Legends didn't fear her. But more importantly, she didn't fear herself. She was in control.

Had she been alone, Savage would have won. He had seen every dark corner of herself that she'd hated, and could have destroyed her with that knowledge. But she wasn't alone, even if there was no one around her.

She'd learned to be human with Kendra.

She'd rediscovered her optimism with Ray.

She'd understood teammwork with Jax and Stein.

She'd found her ability to lead through Rip.

She'd was redeemed and forgiven with Mick.

She'd been able to be herself with a crook.

Sara was never alone.

"Your anger will consume you!" he shouted, falling back beneath her onslaught, true fear in his eyes as she pressed forward.

Looking within herself, Sara almost paused, but not for the reasons Savage suggested. She had expected the bloodlust to be rising with every blow exchanged.

But it wasn't there.

A little anger, yes. Righteous indignation, yes. Sorrow, absolutely. But she was at peace with this decision - this was justice. Sara pressed Savage back, knocking his blows aside as if she had choreographed them.

She thought she didn't know who she was when she was alone. But she knew now.

"You are nothing! I am immortal!"

Wrenching him to the side, the snap of his neck cracked the silence around them, echoing off the cement. She dropped him to the ground unceremoniously, no grand gestures for the tyrant's death. Just the cold ground and a witness.

"Immortal, huh?" Sara said to his corpse. "Well, I'm a Legend."

Following Mick and Rip onto the Waverider, Sara's thoughts were on Rex Tyler's warning rather than her surroundings. As such, she ran into Mick's back when he stopped abruptly in the entrance to the bridge.

"Give a girl some warning next time," Sara muttered, stepping around the frozen pyro to see what had caught his attention.

Rip's office had been straightened up from neglectful chaos to comforting clutter following Savage's deaths, Gideon's lights were gentle after the harsh sunlight outside, some of which slipped in through the wide windows. Their jump seats were empty and waiting for them, and in the captain's chair -

Her chest constricted so tightly as to be painful and her lungs failed to function, the hurt of losing two of the people she most cared about leaving her in a raw state. She couldn't do anything but stare, wondering if she'd gone mad; if she blinked would he vanish?

"Mr. Snart," Rip said, quelling her insanity with a tone colored by awe and amazement. The greeting silenced the conversation of Jax and Ray behind him and Martin inhaled audibly. Sara felt muscles flex beneath her fingers; she'd unconsciously grabbed Mick's arm, desperate for something solid to cling to as her world was once again rocked.

Leonard Snart. It had to be him because no one else would be so casually cool as he sat in Rip's chair, one foot propped up on his knee, regarding them with such practiced indifference. His gaze rested briefly on her before he glanced up to Rip with a smirk. "Mr. Hunter."

"We thought you died," Ray said, his voice a touch too loud in the wake of his shock. Sara visibly flinched at the word, but her eyes never left Leonard.

"The rumors were greatly exaggerated," Leonard replied, his unflappable calm making Sara's emotions seem all the more ridiculous.

"How in the world did you survive?" Martin asked, stepping nearer. The group moved as a whole, drawn to their teammate, though Mick and Sara fell to the back, needing some distance. Leonard's eyes tracked them briefly before he dropped both feet to the floor and leaned forward.

"When the bomb went off, it took the Oculus with it. And, it appears, part of time itself. I guess its instability made it...easy to persuade. I was thinking of 2016 when the aftershock hit me, and it appears to have blasted me here," Snart summed up, as if surviving an explosion and being shoved through time were an everyday occurrence.

"Magnificent," Martin breathed. "You managed to wrangle the pure chaos of time itself with nothing more than your will."

Leonard stood. "It wasn't all peachy. Being torn apart and reassembled atom by atom wasn't entirely comfortable. And I landed myself halfway between here and Star City a few days ago, with no one to contact. Only got here a few minutes before you and, as much as I hate to admit it, finding you here was mere coincidence." His eyes once again sought Mick and Sara, the explanation for his delayed return clearly meant for them.

"Coincidence or destiny?" Ray asked.

"I died to make sure there was no more destiny, not for me," Leonard argued. "Not my fault it didn't stick."

Sara's hand tightened on Mick at the repetition of his death, unnoticed by everyone else.

Ray crossed the small neutral zone between the group and pulled an unsuspecting Leonard into a hug. "We're glad to have you back, Snart. You're a true hero."

"Don't get used to that. It was a one off kind of thing." Leonard pushed Ray off of him, gentler about it than she would have expected.

Ray's smile made it clear he didn't believe it for a second.

With Ray's movement, the rest were free to greet Snart, though handshakes, rather than hugs, were exchanged.

"It's good to see you, man."

"Glad to have you back on the team, Mr. Snart."

"In another life, you could have been a great temporal physicist."

"How boring that would be," Snart replied.

It became increasingly awkward, once the others had finished, when Mick and Sara still made no move towards the thief.

"We should return to Mr. Tyler," Rip said, after a quick glance between the rogues.

"I'll join you." Martin followed the Time Master outside.

Jax and Ray left in the other direction, mentioning something about unpacking.

Then there were three.

Leonard stared at them, only the carefully blank expression and slight fidget of his fingers belying his nerves. Finally he asked, "Mr. Tyler?"

Mick's voice was flat and unemotional as he answered, "Justice Society member from the future, telling us not to do what we're about to do."

"Of course." Leonard glanced at Sara. "Kendra?"

Again Mick spoke. "Rescued and back with Carter."

"And Savage?"

"Dead. Three times over."

Leonard's smile was brief. "Sorry I missed that."

They fell silent again. Sara was vaguely aware that she still was holding onto Mick's arm. He must have realized at the same time, because he took a step away from her, forcing her to go nearer to Leonard or let go. She let go.

"You hit me. Again." Mick stared at his partner.

"I did." Leonard stared back, unflinching. Mick's deepening frown forced Leonard to continue. "I left you behind once, I wasn't doing it again. You're my partner."

"Then why didn't you tell me you had a plan?"

Unconsciously, Leonard shifted slightly nearer to them. "I didn't," he admitted. "I thought I was going to die and I didn't." Seeking Mick's gaze, Leonard shrugged. "That's all there is to it."

Mick didn't respond for a long moment. Then he stuck out his hand, grabbing Leonard's. The handshake was ruined as Mick used it as leverage to pull Leonard closer and growl, "You pull a stunt like that again, and hero or not, I'll make you regret it."

"A little fire for my sins?" Leonard smirked, some of the tightness fading from his mouth.

"Nah," Mick dropped his hand and gestured behind him. "I'll set her on you."

The movement drew Leonard's attention to Sara and the ease from Mick and his reunion was almost instantaneously gone. Vanishing as quietly and subtlety as a man of Mick's size was capable of, Sara was all too soon left along with Leonard. He had moved nearer with Mick's conversation and only a few short feet separated them.

She waited for the jokes, the dark comments, the wit, the banter, anything that would keep either of them from looking too deeply. Instead, she got a solemn look and -

"Sara."

Had he said anything else - called her Lance, assassin, birdy, - she might have been able to control her ragged emotions. But for him to say her name in that tone after putting her through hell -

Crossing the distance between them, Sara drew back her fist and punched Leonard in the face.

He fell back with a swear, "What the hell, Lance?!"

"You died!" she shouted, her voice cracking.

He rubbed his jaw, "Technically-"

"I thought you died! You let me think you're dead, then you walk back with that smug look as if everything is fine, but it's not!" She could feel the burning in her eyes that signaled she was about to start crying. "We mourned you!" She made to hit him again, anything not to feel the pain - but Leonard caught her fist in his hand, pulling her nearer to keep her from hitting him.

"I'll grant you I deserved the first one, but that's the only free shot you're getting." His voice, low and irritated, was so familiar. The warmth of his hand around hers diffused her anger, but with nothing to hold back the rest of it, her tears started to pool. She wanted to look away, but the ridiculous fear of him vanishing kept her gaze frozen. Now that she wasn't trying to hit him, Leonard seemed content to stare back as well, his eyes softening. "I heard about your sister."

That pushed her tears over the edge and she wrenched her arm free, her other hand coming up to try and conserve the warmth left by him. "You had time to Google me, but not call?"

"Gideon told me when I got aboard, just before you."

She shook her head, trying to quell the emotional storm and stepping back from him. She couldn't think about Laurel right now. Part of her wanted to walk away, while the other half never wanted to let him out of her sight again.

"It's not like I had a choice, birdy. It wasn't my plan to die that day."

Sara scoffed, "I know."

"Then why-"

"You left, Leonard. You promised, me and you. And then you were gone. I know you had to do it, I know you're a hero, but you died. And I...you were gone."

He didn't move towards her, but asked, "How long?"

"Three weeks."

She stared at the ground, hating herself for feeling so weak, hating him a little for seeming so in control. If he didn't care, she wished he would just say so, because this was -

"I'm sorry."

She could count on one hand the number of times Leonard Snart had apologized to anyone. The novelty of it dulled her pain some and a quick swipe of her hand got ruin of the evidence. Staring at him carefully, Sara detected a tinge of discomfort, no doubt brought on by her emotions. Reigning herself in, she continued in a calmer tone. "I'm glad you're not dead. We missed you."

Despite her efforts, Sara saw his mouth thin out and he took a step back. "Flattering. I'm glad the team missed me."

Sara frowned. "What do y-"

"I suppose I'll be heading back into Central City." His gaze had gone shuttered again, hiding something from her.

He was leaving the Waverider? He tore her world apart when he was taken from her and in the brief respite this appearance had brought, Sara had begun considering a future in which Leonard figured heavily. But he wanted to leave? "Why would you leave?"

"What's keeping me here?" Leonard challenged.

Sara's frayed feelings were destroyed a little further until she got a good look at his face. He was honestly asking - as if he didn't know.

Sara grabbed his arm, trying to get through that thick skin and disbelief, "Len, we missed you. You can't just leave again."

He turned with a blank look, miles away from her and just beneath her fingers. "I can't stay if-" he trailed off, looking at her hand. "What is that?"

The silver ring on her finger glittered. "It's yours."

"I gave it to Mick."

"He gave it to me." Leonard stared at her until she added, "He said that I needed it more. That you probably meant for me to have it."

Leonard's eyes tracked up towards her face, cautious awe breaking through his mask. Sara wasn't about to lose him again. "You were dead. And I..." She drew in a breath. "I missed you." Not enough. She remembered all the things she regretted not saying before, and refused to wait another second. "When I fell for a crook, I didn't think I'd have to worry about you sacrificing yourself for some stupid moral reason."

His eyes lit up like the sun behind a glacier. It tempered slightly as he frowned, not at her, but at something else. "When we found out the Time Masters were controlling us, I considered that we were only...together by their design. By blowing it up, maybe you would feel differently. That it wasn't as real as I thought."

She wanted to argue that, but it made all too much sense for the man who was constantly used by those who claimed to love him to believe others would be doing the same. Still, she knew that he was pushing himself to his emotional capacity by even admitting the possibility, so she returned their conversation to familiar ground. "Like anyone besides us would want us to be together. We're too much trouble."

"I happen to love trouble."

For what felt like the first time in months, Sara smiled. Suddenly, what Rip had said about her being strong didn't seem quite so unattainable now.

"When I was thinking of 2016, in those last moments" Leonard said, playing with the ring on her finger, "I should've thought of Lisa or Mick, and I did, briefly." He glanced up, looking oddly vulnerable. "But in the end, I thought of you. And me."

"And me and you?" she teased.

He smirked, one hand coasting from her shoulder to her hip. Sara's eyes were drawn to his mouth. It said the most painful truths and stumbled over the easiest feelings, but she couldn't imagine anything better than hearing every wicked word he had to say for the rest of her life.

Leonard leaned down the scant inches between them, his breath puffed against her lips as Sara's eyes slid closed -

We're like whiskey from the still

The kind of buzz you just can't kill

There's a poison in your kiss

Loving you is worth the risk

Sara jumped and Leonard cursed, looking around the bridge. Laughter brought their attention to the doors, where Ray, Jax, and Mick stood, shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Told you we'd win," Mick called out over the music.

Jax laughed, "We got you!"

I knew I'd be doing time

When you locked your eyes with me

I jumped in and took a ride

I'm your Bonnie and you're my Clyde

Sara cocked her head, "So you meant to piss off an assassin who was just reunited with her crook? One who can break into your room without breaking a sweat and the other who knows how to kill a man sixteen different ways with just her right hand?"

Mick continued to smirk, unconcerned. Jax and Ray looked sufficiently rattled, even more so when Leonard threw his arm over Sara's shoulders and drawled, "Whoops."

This whole town ain't safe with us

You and me boy are dangerous

Our love is a warning sign

I'm your Bonnie and you're my Clyde

Jax grabbed Ray's arm. "Right. Well, we'll leave you to whatever you're doing."

"Congratulations," Ray added before they exited the room in a hurry.

After too long a moment, Mick added, "Don't fuck it up." Then he left, too.

We'll be famous on these streets

We'll go down in history

Erase our names they can try

Love is strong, we'll never die

Sara leaned into Leonard's arm, smiling after her friends. She glanced over at Leonard. "So, want to travel through space and time, killing, stealing, and raising all kinds of hell with me, crook?"

Leonard's smirk warmed her from the inside. "Sounds like my kind of party, assassin." His eyes darted down to her lips, but before he moved, Sara found the courage to say one last thing.

"I love you."

He didn't flinch or try to run. Instead, he gave a genuine smile, though slightly surprised. "I don't know how you managed it, birdy, but I've loved you for a while."

I knew I'd be doing time

When you locked your eyes with me

I jumped in and took a ride

I'm your Bonnie and you're my Clyde

She took a breath and faced him, making the lines reappear briefly. She took his hand and they smoothed away.

"Leonard," Sara began, making sure to catch his eyes with hers so there would be no room for misinterpretation, "you were right from the beginning."

His frown lasted only a second before he cottoned on to what she was saying. His eyes got that same dark look they'd had over the past few months and his smirk seemed to appear out of nowhere. It was strange to think that it hadn't been the pranks or the jokes, or the mission, or anything else that he'd needed to be happier. It had been her. She wasn't used to being someone that could make others happy.

Sara leaned forward and smirked, "Divert me."

"It's about damn time."

His hand wrapped around her jaw and the back of her neck as his mouth came down hard over hers, taking, stealing her breath and her sorrows.

Finally, she kissed him back. Her free hand grabbed the edges of his jacket and hauled him closer, heat exploding across her body as he stepped forward willingly, pressing every inch of himself against her.

This was no stolen moment to incentivize. This wasn't a grief-filled goodbye. This was a real kiss.

And god, did Leonard know how to kiss.

His tongue dragged across her bottom lip and Sara gasped. As always, Leonard took his advantage, plundering her mouth as he would a vault or a wallet, nothing left behind, no inch unexamined. She moaned, muffled against his mouth, but he heard it. She knew he did, because his own breath caught for the briefest second and he dropped his hand to her hip and pulled her closer, both of them over the walls and the ice and the keeping people at an arm's length.

Sara ran her hands over his close-cropped hair, keeping him close even as she started to struggle for air. His teeth nipped at her lip and Sara was forced to pull away, dragging air in through her lungs as Leonard pressed his mouth against her jaw and neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She hung onto his collar, thankful for his grip on her waist, because her knees were weak.

"You aren't just one hell of a thief, Leonard," she whispered, sliding her hands beneath his jacket to feel the muscles she'd only caught a glimpse of. She stepped back, pulling him with her until the hit the window. He still held her hips against his, but his arm went up, allowing him to lean against the glass with a smile.

"You are a master thief."

"And don't you forget it." Leonard dipped his head and kissed her again. Sara pulled him closer, the thrum of his heart keeping pace with her own. This was her home. Didn't matter where or when. Here was where she belonged.

"You know," he drawled quietly, sending a shiver through her, "there are several empty rooms just down the hallway."

She grinned and grabbed his hand, finding that she was rather looking forward to the long stretches of time in the Between.

She knew just how diverting Leonard Snart could be.

This whole town ain't safe with us

You and me boy are dangerous

Our love is a warning sign

I'm your Bonnie and you're my Clyde

Ahh! It's over.

I agonized over this chapter for weeks. This was the first thing I had written of this story and the longest. I hope it delivered.

Thank you so very, very much for all the reviews and favorites. It means so much to read what you guys think. And it makes me post faster.

I'm already working on some more LoT stuff, so keep an eye out.

For now, I'll say goodbye and thank you for reading.

~EaD

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