Yes, this is really the finale chapter. And no, I don't feel like explaining why. vs the Forced of Evil is owned by Disney and Stands are the creation of the brilliant and talented Hirohiko Araki. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda. Enjoy.

Stand and Deliver: Epilogue.

(Echo Creek, California: May 12, 2046)

"So, from then on, Jefferson was our teacher." Said Queen Star, bringing her story to what she felt was an appropriate ending. "And in time, he became one of our dearest, and most dependable of friends."

"Whoa…" Artemis said in hushed amazement. "Mom… you… you used to be cool!"

"Um… thank you, Artemis… I think."

"No, but seriously, how did you go from that to… well… this?"

"Yes… well… that's a story for another time." The Snow Queen said, doing her level best to hide her irritation. "Besides, we're already an hour late for…"

"Beneath her piercing, hawk-like gaze, her foes are sure to fall." Said a woman's voice from somewhere close behind; a hint of mischief in its tone. "With a heart of ice and nerves of steel, she is Mewni's Iron Wall."

On a reflex, the older woman spun around, and for the first time in years her face formed an expression of pure, mindless joy.

There, less than ten feet away, stood a woman roughly her own age, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. She was… rather stout, for lack of a better word, and dressed rather conservatively. But although she'd changed quite a bit since their last encounter, Star recognized the middle-aged Filipina right off the bat.

"Well, well, well, Star Butterfly. Fashionably late as usual, I see." The woman said with an almost arrogant sort of smirk. "So fashionable that you missed the whole shebang. What happened? Did King Good-Times keep you up late last night?"

"It's nice to see you too, Janna." The Snow Queen said fondly, apparently ignoring the rather rude insinuation.

"Wait, that's Janna?" asked Artemis dumbfoundedly. "Wow, she's a lot fatter than I was expecting-AAAAAK!"

"I'm sorry, dearie. I'm a little deaf in this ear. Mind saying that again?" the stout woman said in a voice like poisoned honey as the ethereal hand of her Stand clutched the young princess' throat like a vice. "You know, someday your metabolism is gonna slow down too. And when that day comes, you're gonna wish you'd been nicer to me."

"Janna, put her down." The Queen said dryly, clearly indicating that this wasn't a request.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Your Majesty." The older Filipina said sarcastically as she dropped the young princess like a sack of potatoes. "Jeez, when did you get so uptight?"

"Um… excuse me, Madame Janna." Marisol spoke up suddenly, using the sweetest, most demure tone she could muster. "I apologize for my sister's rudeness. And if I may say so, it is an honor to finally meet you. Mother has spoken very highly of you."

"Aw~ Well aren't you Little Miss Manners." Janna replied affectionately, before turning back to Star with another cheeky grin. "You sure this one's really yours?"

"Heh-Heh, yes, well, let's get on to the proper introductions, shall we." The Snow Queen said dryly before moving on to the usual pomp and circumstance. "Girls, this is Professor Janna Ordonia; Head of the English Department at Harvard University. Janna, these are my daughters; Princesses Artemis and Marisol Butterfly."

At this, the stout old professor suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"AH-HA-HA-HA-HA! You… You actually named one of your daughters after Skullnick's old hamster!" she said, holding her rounded sides as if to keep them from splitting. "And… And Marco said you'd lost your sense of humor."

"Marco was here? Is he still around?" the Queen asked hopefully; but unfortunately, her daughter cut her off before she could get an answer.

"A hamster?" she asked incredulously. "But Mummy, you said I was named after one of Daddy's great aunts!"

"Yes… well… the thing about that is… um… So, Janna… uh… how was the funeral?"

"It was fine." The stout professor replied dryly. "It was also yesterday."

"I beg your pardon?"

"The funeral was yesterday, Star." The stout woman repeated, with more than a hint of amusement in her voice. "Jackie left you a message days ago, telling you to be here on the eleventh."

"But… but Solaris said…" the Snow Queen began, before her expression fell into one of mild annoyance. "Ugh… Solaris… I should have known. He never was any good with Earth Calendars."

"Well, that's what you get for marrying an artist."

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

A sudden awkward silence fell over the area, but luckily Her Majesty quickly found the words to break it.

"So… how did it happen?" she asked tentatively.

"How do you think." Janna replied bluntly. "He was seventy-five years old. He drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney. I'm honestly surprised he made it this long."

"Janna, are you alright?"

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I mean, it's not like we were related or anything. He was just my stepdad." The stout professor answered defensively. "Besides, he was a stupid, selfish old crank. He never listened to me. He never took care of himself. He cost me five of my sick days. And now… and now I'm stuck out here in the damn rain."

"But, Janna, the rain stopped a while…" the words died in the Snow Queen's throat as she noticed several 'raindrops' rolling down her old friend's cheeks. "Yes… the rain. It's… it's simply dreadful out here today."

"Damn straight."

"So… um… Janna, how… how is your mother taking this tragedy?"

"About as well as can be expected." She answered, wiping away the 'raindrops'. "Hell, she's the only reason I'm still in this rattrap. The others all went home right after the graveside service."

"Oh… I see." Star said disappointedly. "That's too bad. I so wanted the girls to meet them. How are they?"

"Meh, they're alright. Jackie's still wacked out of her mind on those frickin' mushrooms of hers. But hey, I guess that's one of the perks of being a cult leader."

"Now, Janna, that's just not true. Jackie is a highly respected spiritual guide and a bestselling author."

"Blah, Blah, Blah. She's a new age tree hugger spouting crap that comes from a fungus your old pal Kelly got her hooked on."

"Alright, alright, let's not start that argument again. How's Annie? How's she doing?"

"Don't know. She couldn't make it either. Apparently, she and the other Valkyries are busy fighting some giant whatsit in the something-or-other galaxy. But if you ask me, Oscar probably begged her not to come. Little cretin always hated the old man."

"Well can you blame him? I mean, he wasn't exactly nice to him back when they were first dating. He was always trying to convince Annie to dump him."

"Oh yeah… I can still hear him, 'Jeez-a-loo, Lightfoot, what're you still doing with that stupid hipster doofus'."

"Yes, he always did have a certain way with words. So, um… how's Marco doing these days?"

"Oh~ Still carrying the old torch, eh Queenie?"

"What? No! I… I assure you, it's nothing of the sort." The Snow Queen replied, blushing slightly. "Janna, I'm a happily married woman. I just… we used to be so close, and now the only time I ever get to see him is when he picks up his wife to take her out to lunch."

"Speaking of whom, Hekapoo was at the service too; being her usual charming self."

"Ugh. Now I'm glad I'm a day late. I get enough of that… woman at the weekly Commission meetings."

"I can imagine."

"Um… pardon me." Marisol spoke up suddenly, still trying to sound as sweet and polite as possible. "I do hate to interrupt, but… if there is indeed no funeral being held today, then what are we to do here the rest of the day?"

A fair question, Her Majesty had cleared her entire day for this. But now that there was no funeral to attend and no old friends to reconnect with, she couldn't help but feel a little jilted; if only by the winds of fate.

"You know, it's almost noon. And from the looks of it, you bozos haven't even had breakfast yet." The stout professor said with her usual air of mischief. "Wanna head over to Tonio's for a quick bite?"

"Oh, I used to love that place. I can't believe it's still open."

"Well, believe it, Queenie. And it's just right down the block. Come on, we'll take the rugrats for some linguini and then you can go pay your respects. What do you say?"

"Well… I suppose there's no harm in it. What do you think, girls?"

"I think it's a positively lovely ide…"

"AW YEAH!" Artemis chimed in boisterously, unintentionally cutting off her twin sister. "Lunch from another dimension! Finally, we get to do something cool!"

"Heh-heh. Well then I guess it's unanimous." The Snow Queen said with a warm sort of half smile. "Alright, Janna, lead the way."

"With pleasure, Your Highness." She replied, half mockingly.

And with that, the four females made their way slowly down the soggy sidewalk.

However, after about a minute or so, the twin princesses grew bored of the silence and moved over so they could walk beside the older Filipina.

"Um… excuse me, Professor Ordonia?" asked Marisol politely.

"Cut the formalities, kid. Just call me Aunt Janna."

"Oh… um…alright, Aunt Janna. I was just wondering…"

"How did Mom become such a stick in the mud?"

"Artemis!" Star said sternly. "Not an appropriate time."

"Yeah, and besides that's a dull story anyway." Janna cut in suddenly, after shooting Star a sympathetic look. "Say, did your mom ever tell you about the time we tried to resurrect a dead clown?"

"EWW~ I don't want to hear this."

"I do! I do! I do!"

"Heh-Heh. Alright, it all started one afternoon about a week before the big Spring Dance."

Janna didn't stop talking, but Star had stopped listening.

She wasn't even on the sidewalk anymore.

She was standing on the roof of Echo Creek Academy.

She was standing over a young girl's body; watching the life drain from her eyes.

She was watching a person become an inanimate object.

"Hey, Mom, are you coming or what?" asked Artemis, bringing the Snow Queen back to the present.

"Oh, um… yes dear." She answered clumsily. "I'm right behind you."

And she instantly quickened her pace.

End Notes:

Coming soon…

Part 2: Highway to Hell. (Marco Centric)

Part 3: Flowers and Brimstone. (Jackie Centric)

Part 4: 1-Up Girl. (StarFan Centric)

Part 5: TBA. (Janna Centric)

Part 6: Mewni's Iron Wall. (Star Centric)

Part 7: TBA. (Finale)

FYI: The names are tentative and could easily be changed between now and when they're published.

So, until next time.

Peace.