A/N: And so it is finished, my first ever fanfic =) Thank you all for reading. I have gotten some amazing reviews, so all of you who left them, this story is totally for you. I don't think I could've kept up the "good fight" if it weren't for the encouragement.

It looks like there's a small crop of new Tommyfics popping up on . Yay for that! There were lots of good ones in the past, but when I started mine, it seemed like people had stopped doing them temporarily. I'm glad the ones who started them have updated, and that the ones who are starting fresh have risen to the occasion. I mean to go read some as soon as I get done here.

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~ONE MONTH LATER~

"Ow! You're twisting too tightly!" I chuckled as Keely was busying herself weaving white flowers into my hair to match my dress.

"Hush, yeh don't want 'em comin' out, right?" She sat on her knees on the bed behind me. "Oh, an' by tha way. Has anybody ever told yeh what ta expect on yer weddin' night? You'll be needin' ta know in a few hours..."

I giggled. "I'm sure it's pretty easy to figure out, Keely, but thank you all the same."

"No no, believe me, it's nothin' a lass is ever prepared for. Let me do yeh this service, it's tha least I can do since I didn't get ya a wedding present," Keely smirked, putting in the finishing touches with the flowers.

And so, she told me exactly what to expect, with a candor that caused me to blush to the roots of my hair.

"Thank you for that," I laughed at the end of it all, hoping my flaming face would calm down before the ceremony.

Tommy's uncle's small apartment was a bustle of activity. Things were being arranged and rearranged, Tommy's aunt was busying herself preparing quite a feast in the kitchenette, and Keely had been helping me for the last couple hours to prepare for the wedding. My shoulder had healed nicely over the last month, and even though the doctor told me it would probably always cause me pain when it rained, I should make a complete recovery.

Keely had gone with me to Bloomindale's to find a modest white dress for my marriage to Tommy, and even though I had remembered the store being on the pricy side, I had evidently forgotten just how expensive it really was until we got there. We took a quick look around and were just heading out when we were approached by an older couple who insisted on buying us what we had come in for. Keely and I had never quite grown accustomed to the vast amount of charity showered on Titanic survivors once we got to New York, and I politely turned them down, thanking them profusely. But not taking no for an answer, the gentleman explained that they had lost their niece in the sinking while she was on her way back from finishing school, and they felt it was honoring her memory to show generosity on another young woman who was in need of it. That day I walked out with my wedding dress, glowing with happiness and amazed at the kindness of human beings all over the world.

There came a knock on the door shortly after Keely was finished with my hair. "Is tha bride all ready, now?" Tommy's good-natured Uncle Alban called in.

"We're ready!" Keely called out to him, handing me my lipstick. "Alright, I'm off ta sit down. Don't trip over anythin'!" she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and smiled mischievously as she opened the door and went out.

I hurriedly applied my lipstick, making sure to blot it well before hurrying after her to meet Alban, smiling up at him and taking his arm. "Thank you for this," I whispered.

"Ah, it's a pleasure! An' tha least I can do, seein' as yer keepin' my nephew outta trouble," he chuckled. "Look there, he's already cranin' his neck for a glimpse of ya. Better not keep 'im waitin'."

The ceremony was sweet and poignant. Tommy's aunt played the piano for me to make my entrance, and my heart surged as I caught Tommy's radiant expression. He watched me come toward him with a big, affectionate grin on his face, and was all too eager to take my hands from his uncle's when I reached him. Our vows were recited with the help of Alban and Eileen's minister, who had agreed to marry us, and the whole thing was topped off by a surprising move on Tommy's part when he dipped me slightly for the kiss.

"Oi, we 'ave children in here, Lad!" Alban chided, though laughing as Keely whooped informally. It was the moment I knew I had done nothing but right by marrying into a warm Irish family.

After a large dinner, dancing followed in which the doors to the apartment were flung open and what seemed like all of the tenants in the building, mostly Irish, drifted in and out of the room to join in on the fun. Eileen played the piano for awhile, then another man came in with a fiddle, and at some point a mandolin was brought in. It might have been as late as ten o'clock when people start drifting back to their own apartments, and Keely took leave to go back to the boarding house the two of us had resided in for the last month. An hour later, even Alban and Eileen had retreated to bed while I took to the piano myself and began playing spirited jigs for Tommy to dance with his siblings.

Fallon, ten years old, was a solid boy tempered much like Tommy, his cheeks rosy with spirit. Little Cait, seven, had beautiful blonde curls and a smile that had wasted no time in melting my heart.

"One more, one more!" Fallon pleaded with me as the hour grew late. "Play that one yeh played first again, what was it called?"

"Tomorrow, lad, tomorrow." Tommy picked him up and tossed him across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, catching Cait in the same fashion with the other arm as she was giddy with laughter. "I have a bride I want ta spend time with before mornin'."

"Oooh, that means they're goin' to..." Cait gasped, "... kiss!"

"Aye," Tommy answered her as he began to carry them to their rooms, winking back at me. "Don't tell, it's a secret."

I laughed, waving goodnight to them as Cait blew me a kiss. I returned it, thinking of my happy childhood memories of Papa carrying me to bed in much the same fashion.

I closed the piano and waited for Tommy to return, looking out the window at the clear, beautiful night and thinking how blessed I was that so many good things had come out of something that had started out so frightening.

Smiling as I heard his footsteps behind me, I closed the curtains on the star-filled sky.

A/N: I debated on whether or not to do this, but I think I want to. In the movie we find out what happens to Rose and Cal, I so deemed it only proper that we learn what became of Tommy, Aimee, and Keely ^^

Shortly after their marriage, Tommy and Aimee decided to move out west to Pennsylvania where the lumberyards were abundant, and real estate was prime. Aimee did the best she could to persuade Keely to travel with them so they could stay together, but Keely took a liking the New York City the moment she set foot in it and stubbornly declined. She promised to stay in touch, however, and even to visit, "as long as I'm not bloody goin' anywhere near water."

After settling in Pennsylvania, Tommy quickly found a job in a lumberyard and Aimee began giving piano lessons on the grand piano Tommy had worked hard to buy for her as a late wedding present. They continued to raise Fallon and Cait as their own.

Come to find out, Victor Satterfield hadn't left his daughter destitute after all. In a nearby town stood Parker-Mays Bank & Loan Company, and remembering the mysterious phrase her father had left her with, Aimee went in and identified herself. The bankers appeared relieved, telling that they had sent her several letters following her father's death to inform her he'd set aside a trust in her name, but had never been able to reach her. It always remained a mystery as to whether or not Aimee's mother knew about the trust, and if she had, why she hadn't told her daughter.

Using only a small chunk of the money to put a down payment on a house, Aimee and Tommy made the decision for the rest of the money to go into a fund to help surviving Titanic immigrants get a new start on life.

Meanwhile, Keely, who always said she didn't believe in good men, found one. Or rather, he found her. After going through an enormous hassle tracking her down, Officer Harold Lowe appeared at the front door of the boarding house she was staying in, hat in hand, and asked if she'd like to go to a show.

Months later, they married and he was quick to adopt Keely's infant daughter, Sybil. After some consideration which included Keely going back on her promise never to board another steamship, she and the baby sailed back across the ocean with him to his home in Wales.

Aimee never saw Rose again, but always hoped that she and Jack managed to make it through the Titanic disaster together. Once, in the twenties when the silent pictures came to the theaters, she thought she saw an actress that looked an awful lot like her, but didn't catch the name.

Tommy and Aimee had a good life, but like many people of the time, they faced their share of hardship. Their first child, a baby girl, died of whooping cough at seven months. They went on to have three sons, the youngest of which was killed in combat in World World II.

Keely's husband went on to command a British naval ship in World War I, and they had three of their own children in the years following. He died in 1944, and Keely came back to America, this time to move close to Tommy and Aimee in Pennsylvania. For the rest of her life, she continued to talk about going back to New York City, but never did.

Tommy and Aimee had five grandchildren and were expecting their second great-grandchild when Tommy passed away in 1965. Aimee lived fifteen years beyond him, and when she died after a long bout of pneumonia, they were buried together.

Keely was still around when the Titanic wreckage was finally discovered in 1985, and despite the emotion it evoked, agreed to appear in one of the first documentaries to come out about the disaster. At age ninety-six, the last year of her life, Keely Lowe was captured on camera telling her story in a hushed, age-warbled voice with her great-granddaughter at her side.

This story is dedicated to the Tommy Ryans, Fabrizios, and Coras of the Titanic we will never know about.