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Riiiighty ho, reviewers...

Sethsmababy - hahahahaha you make me laugh - hope you like this chapter, well, more of an epiloguey sort of thing

Charlene Bates - :D Yaaaay, Im glad you liked it! Here is the last chapter :)

Protego Totalem - Yes, as I have said I will try and do a sequel, I would greatly appreciate it if you email me any ideas you have... :D

Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Show - :D glad you enjoyed it, here is the last chapter for you :)

Broken Amethyst - Ah yes, Annie seems to have made her decision... Oh well, some things don't work out - she's happy remember :) and also... YAY THEYRE TOGETHER!!!

OK - here is the last chapter - a sort of epilogue if you will ;D

I know its been ages, and I'm very sorry you've had to wait so long.

Its very short, (small voice:: don't moan at me) I had to take out some of it so a sequel would be possible...

Any ideas for the sequel? Email them to me/stick them in your review!

Roll on...

Chapter 13 - The End...

(A year and a half later)

The house in which the pickpockets lived was, as usual, full of noise and movement.

The room with the sofa, now more battered than ever, was full of boys and girls, with ages ranging from six or seven to, in very few cases, seventeen.

Many of the children and young teenagers were new, but many old lags remained.

Ace was there, sitting in the corner in which he had always sat, dealing cards to Charlie who sat across the table from him.

Somehow, at the same time as playing cards, Ace was managing to flirt outrageously with all the girls he had brought back with him. All the while, Charlie merely looked embarrassed by his friend's flirtatious nature.

Fagin, of course, was upstairs, counting his beloved treasures. Nancy sat with him, her 'work' at the Whipping Stocks done for the day.

Many of the muddy faced younger boys and girls, clad in filthy and torn clothes, raced around the room, chasing after one boy who was running as fast as he could away from the others, holding a shilling high above his head. He looked about seven years old.

Barnsey and Annie were sitting on the sofa, Annie holding a new baby in her arms. No-one was entirely sure whose the baby was, Barnsey's or someone else's, given Annie's profession; but it was a sweet little thing nonetheless. It did, however, keep the house awake on some nights, driving the other teenagers insane, but the younger pickpockets loved the strange, red little creature, so it was well cared for.

Now we come to Emmy and Dodger.

Standing at the edge of the room, arms around each other, mouths fused together, somehow seeming to be the centre of attention even though no-one was looking their way, and they were almost silent...

Dodger remembered the pandemonium that had occurred when everyone had found out that he and Emmy were courting at last...

(A year and a half ago)

They returned from the bridge holding hands. They said nothing about what had happened between them... except to each other.

Later that night, Fagin had gone out, leaving them all with two bottles of some spirit or another.

The main room was in uproar, the boys, Emmy and Annie getting merrier as the night drew on.

They all gathered around the table, singing and shouting, as various boys got up onto the table and told jokes, sang stupid songs or danced ridiculously to wild applause.

After about five of these 'acts', one of the boys shouted

"It's the Dodger's turn!"

Dodger grinned and leapt onto the table, extended a hand, and helped Emmy up too. Then boys quietened a little, waiting to see what Dodger would do.

Dodger looked at Emmy and winked, then, he took hold of her hands, whirled her in a circle then pulled her close to him.

The boys wolf whistled as he did this, but the wolf whistles turned to cheers as he dipped Emmy low and kissed her, slowly standing up as the kiss continued.

When they broke apart he heard Charlie and Aces tuneless singing,

"We TOLD you so, we TOLD you so!"

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Dodger smiled at this memory, and buried his head in Emmy's curls.

'Sometimes' he thought 'things do turn out right'

.fin.

Well!

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Again I'm sorry about the shortness and how long it's taken me to get this up, mock exams are in full swing here:(

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With much love,

Blackfishy

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