Best birthday present to myself is this monster right here being DONE. Can tick that 'completed' check box boiiiiiiiii~

And… this is it guys. Chapter 100, the last chapter of the Flocking Movement quartet. First chapter went up early Feb 2011. Six and a half years and 631k words (not including Legacy and Tincture) later we're at the end. I had a stress dream about posting this chapter too lols.

That being said, literally as I post this chapter I'm also posting a chapter of Legacy. So if you should be paying attention to Legacy now, and Tincture of course. I have about a dozen unfinished Tinctures. jfc I should finish some of those. Also. paying attention to review numbers is literally the worst way to keep track of an update because seemingly half of you do that so y'all keep missing updates lols.

Desmond opened his eyes. He squinted against the harsh whiteness of the Unnamed. He could hear the dull hum of the monolith and he turned his head. Lucy was sitting on the dais, facing away from him, entertaining herself with a memory wall. She was literally watching a rerun of Friends. Desmond coughed when he laughed and Lucy turned around quickly. "Desmond! You're awake," she got up.

"Yeah," he groaned. His mouth felt like it was full of wool and his head… his head felt empty. It felt clear for the first time in years. He hadn't taken Altair and Ezio out entirely but he had done some trimming. Tiamat had helped him, Altair had helped him. The threat of anything else Bleeding through was gone now. It was just him in his own head. He hadn't been alone in his own mind in years. It was refreshing. He'd missed it.

She came over to him. "You were gone a while," she said.

"Yeah? You get through a season of Friends?" he asked dryly. His mouth was so dry.

"Only a few episodes," she said with a slight smile. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I missed you." Desmond groaned and sat up. His back cracked and popped. The chair swung down and around so he could slip off and onto his feet. He'd forgotten how to hold himself up and crashed right onto the floor with a hard bang. "Are you okay?" Lucy asked, bending down quickly to check on him.

"Fuck. Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay," he assured her. "I just… well, I just was sort of teleporting around for a while or fake walking. I forgot how legs worked. Heh. That's dumb. Thanks," he added when Lucy grabbed him by the arm and started pulling him to his feet. As she did he rose up part of the floor to act as a balancer. He leaned on it instead of her to get his footing.

"You do it?" Lucy asked.

"Well. I did something," Desmond said. "Duncan, how long was I in there?"

"In which reality?" Duncan asked, appearing to the side.

"Both. How long was Lucy waiting for me?"

"About eight hours. Even my capabilities have their limits when you were gone for an entire year."

"Really? A year? I was out there for a year?" Desmond asked.

"Yes."

"Didn't feel like a year."

"It shouldn't have. It should have felt like eight hours," Duncan said sarcastically.

"Oh, Desmond, you've become a terrible influence on him," Lucy said, still holding onto Desmond's arm to keep him upright.

"I mean, that's kinda my thing; being a bad influence," he grinned at her and then leaned down a bit and kissed her. "I missed you too, honey," he added. "I do need a nap first," he sighed.

"A nap? You were laying down for eight hours," she teased him.

"Yeah but it's like the Animus, kinda. My brain was active the entire time. For an entire year I didn't sleep or rest. I'm exhausted. The world can manage for a few hours while I rest, right?"

"It can," she agreed. "What did you do?" she asked and helped him off the dais. Desmond's legs were still wobbly but it wasn't as bad as when he'd forgotten how to walk a few years ago. It was mostly his brain just needed to remember how to hold himself. By the time they'd taken a few steps off the dais he'd mostly remembered and could walk on his own again.

"A lot. So much. I don't even know where to start," Desmond said.

"Well give me the best bits and you can tell me the rest later," she said.

"I destroyed the angel vessels. Every single one. It was crazy the level of psionic joy that happened when they all cracked open at once. People who can't do stuff, yet, could hear them. It was like a great sigh of relief."

Lucy smiled at him, "That's good. That's wonderful," she said, joining him and pressing up next to him.

"Yeah." Desmond made a simple room, closing them off from the dais and Duncan, and a bed in it. He fell onto it with a happy groan before continuing. "I had the AI except for Demeter brought here. Oh, did they show up Duncan? I did tell Micheal to bring them."

"A crate was shoved through a week ago while you were building the East Watch," Duncan's voice said.

"Good. I need to figure out a thing for them. They're AI from a long war ago. Other than Demeter they don't have a purpose anymore," Desmond's eyes fluttered open and closed.

"What were you building?" she asked. "That's it, then you can sleep for a little while," she promised and kissed his cheek.

"I gave us a better world to live in. All of us to live in," Desmond said. He closed his eyes but didn't sleep quite yet. Around them along the walls erupted in the scene of a city. It was small still and there was one large building, but it was a lovely little city. The big building was an impossible shape that curled around the Unnamed on the hill like protective arms that both circled the Unnamed and the little city of Atlantis. Desmond had raised the entire city and rebuilt it from the ruins. The building around the Unnamed was supposed to be like a pair of arms encircling the city warmly. There were people in the city, moving about, and numia flying overhead. The majority population was proeathan but there were a lot of humans and more humans were arriving every day, drawn to the place Desmond had told them to come. All that time in the Unnamed had paid off. The city was neatly organized and elegant to look at, the houses different enough to not be creepy but fairly simple. As time went on the houses would be changed he was sure. Things weren't quite in a grid because that was boring but there was order to its shape. Down the hill in the distance was the start of farmland. Desmond had dragged tons and tons and tons of soil and silt from the ocean floor and the mainland to cover Atlantis in enough soil to support plants again. On the other side of the island was a massive graveyard, the gravestones tighter together than a normal graveyard because of how Desmond had dug the holes. There were still empty plots, so if people had left loved ones on the mainland they could be brought over for burial. There was also a monument filled with the names of the dead who hadn't been able to be buried. They were names written in every language, from everyone who remained alive keeping the memory of who they'd lost alive.

"Oh, Desmond. It's wonderful," Lucy said, sitting up some to look at the panorama.

Desmond smiled. "I thought so too," he gave a little tug on her so she'd come lay down with him once she'd had a chance to take it in. "I made it better," he said kissing her.

"I knew you could," she said and cupped his face with one hand.

"And I figured something else."

"Hmm?"

"I know how to make people immortal. Not like Ezio and Altair but like Clay."

"You did?" she asked, eyes a bit wide.

Desmond nodded slowly. "Yes. So I was wondering… do you want me to do that to us?"

"That's a lot to ask, Desmond."

"Yeah, but we've been together a long time already and you haven't gotten sick of me yet," he chuckled.

"I don't know."

"Or just long enough to give you a normal lifespan," he held her close to him. "So you don't have to leave us so soon," he rubbed his nose against hers.

Lucy knew what he was getting at. She smiled. "That sounds okay. But you sure you'd want to spend forever with a synth?"

"How about you and forever with a walking, talking, glow stick?" he wiggled his eyebrows a little at her and that made her laugh. Then he yawned widely.

"You did good," she said, stroking his face. "You did so good, I'm so proud of you," she kissed him and that felt so nice. So nice he did it twice but his mouth was tired. "You get some rest and you can do all the rest when you wake up," she said. He nodded sleepily. She stroked his hair and he closed his eyes.

"I love you," he mumbled even as he started to fade, his arm around the woman he made entire worlds for.

-Fin-

Bye guys. It's been fun.

I know a bunch of you don't have accounts or tumblrs and I'm sad about it. I'm gonna miss talking to you :C

last Q&A will be posted at some point a bit later I think. I wasn't planning on doing the last 4 chapters so rapid fire so I'm giving it a bit of time.

Link to the database will be posted on my writing blog at some point soonish. Once you guys have had a chance to process this entire thing and I fill it out some more. Note that the database will probably be an ongoing project and will continue to get updates and such until I just stop writing Legacies and Tinctures.