NOTES: This is IT, I swear :) The end. I...actually cannot believe I found this much to say in the first place (I knew Emily and Sheldon were awesome- I just...thought they were closer to one-to-three chapters of awesome, when I started out). Anyway - thank you so much to anyone and everyone who read this story.

Also, this is the first epilogue I've ever written, so...I don't know. If you like it, thank pheobe p, and if you don't - blame me (and then please tell me what I did wrong!) :)

DISCLAIMER: Nope - LWD is still not mine. I did all this here writing for fun, not profit - which probably makes me a s.u.c.k.e.r!

Of course, that wasn't the end…

It should come as no surprise that after mounting a vigorous and confusing campaign, Sheldon Shlepper…lost the college election by a landslide. His opponent, Jimbo Patterson, claimed that this highlighted the electorate's discernment and unwillingness to be fooled by a candidate that peddled soft-focus romance instead of hard practical policies. Sheldon Shlepper claimed that he had been the victim of a vicious smear campaign, as news of his revoked highschool prefectship mysteriously became widespread knowledge. However, upon being interviewed after the recount, Sheldon Shlepper appeared much more positive, stating, "My opponent may have gotten the title, the power…and, okay, the kudos. But, hey – I got the girl."

The Davises invested in insulated glazing, as well as a state of the art security system.

Lizzie McDonald brokered an agreement between Marti and Dimi in order to end the bad feeling that originated with the lemonade stand. Marti claimed that it had all worked out exactly as she had predicted it would, back when she was in the fortune-telling business.

Peter P-Pipe recorded and released a CD of original compositions and dedicated it to Lizzie. The album was entitled Just Good Friends? Peter would later claim that the question mark was a misprint.

Edwin Venturi found himself financially stretched due to the fact that his girlfriend's birthday happened to fall at the same time as his father's. After prioritizing and buying a pair of shoes for Blythe Ford, Edwin found himself unable to afford a present for George. However, he was unexpectedly helped by his older brother, who happened to have a spare calendar just…lying around.

This made for a very apt…surprise party for George Venturi. However, the upside was that he was able to tell Nora with complete sincerity that the macramé guitar holder she made him was his favorite birthday gift.

After Sheldon Shlepper's return to Newfoundland, Smelly Nelly's was short a staff member. The employment of Jennifer Sheridan coincided with a sharp upswing in the number of hair accessories worn by Marina Peacocke. This could have been a mere coincidence…or it could have been related to Jennifer's brother - bodybuilder and lift-giver, Jason.

Casey McDonald abruptly broke all ties with the Let's Dance! dance company. However, the company declined to pursue the matter, despite it being a clear breach of her three-month contract. "The thing is…if we pursued her, we might catch her," one member is understood to have said.

Another unexpected occurrence was the sudden closure of Derek Venturi's business. No reasons were given, but financial problems were mentioned as a possible factor, as no money was ever refunded to the clients who had pre-paid. Likewise, no reimbursement was provided for those with a 'Say it with a Derek Production' coupon.

As for Emily Davis…she bought a new laptop, and when she went back to college, she took the single room. She dropped out of the drama society. She explained about Jarrod, and attempted to explain about Sheldon, but somehow, something got lost in translation. "I'm not saying he's not…sweet," her room-mate Sandra told her, "but, face facts, Em. You're long-distance dating a cross-eyed midget from Newfoundland. This kind of relationship is spelled R-E-B-O-U-N-D. Meanwhile…whenever he sees me, Jarrod always asks about you." Emily continued to insist that the campaign merchandise didn't show Sheldon in his best light.

It all culminated with…this.

Since Emily had forgotten to set her alarm, the continued theme of the day was lateness, and she had just managed to get inside the door without dropping either her keys or the bag of Chinese food, when her cell phone rang. She kicked the door closed with her foot, hurried into the kitchen and dropped her take-out on the table, then pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

"Hey, Case," she said, hoping against hope that it wasn't going to be –

"Em, I am so glad you answered! Another minute and I'm telling you, I would not be held responsible for my actions!"

– one of those calls. Emily checked her watch and grimaced. "Whatever he's done, can't you just…think of it as – practice? Look at it like this – you and Derek are working out all those cohabitation kinks so that, when we buy our platonic house of bliss, we won't have to."

"Yeah, except that I'm sure you would never" –

The doorbell rang, and Emily took it as a sign to interrupt. "Okay, well – whatever it is that I would never do…could you maybe give me the condensed version? I have twenty minutes until my online date with Sheldon, and I still haven't ironed my outfit."

She looked down at her ensemble, which, due to lateness plus laundry disaster, consisted of Sheldon's campaign t-shirt and wrinkled black pants.

"Oooh – what are you guys doing?"

"Having Chinese food in our rooms. Sheldon wanted to try an actual restaurant, but there's no way I'm sitting at a table for two with a laptop, even if he does think it's more romantic."

The doorbell rang again, and she sighed, "Actually, can I ring you back later? Because it seems like I'm the only one on door duty this evening." She stuffed her cell phone back into her pocket and backtracked through the hall.

She opened the door.

And wished she hadn't. "Jarrod?! What – are you doing here?"

"Emily," he said, and shuffled his feet. At least he had the decency to look uncomfortable, she thought, a little dazedly.

"Sandra," he said. "Um – I said…I'd pick her up before rehearsal. For the play. Obviously." He raised a hand tentatively. "And…hi."

"Yeah, that…of course," Emily said. "I'll – get her."

She turned and marched towards Sandra and Lisa's room, and knocked harder on the door than necessary.

"Jarrod's here," she said, in a tone that hopefully didn't communicate the fact that as soon as Sandra stepped outside, Emily was going to kill her.

"Okay," Sandra called, not sounding even slightly ashamed. "Um – Em, I'm going to be a couple of minutes…can you hold the fort and make small talk?"

"With my ex-boyfriend? Um…no. So open up and come out!" she hissed.

"Come on, Em – what's the big deal?"

Emily gaped at the door, speechless.

"You've told me you're over him" –

"I am!"

"And if that's true – then…what's the big deal? I mean, you keep saying you've moved on, and you're totally into Newfoundland. All that stuff with Jarrod is ancient history, right?"

"Well, yeah, but" –

"So you can entertain him for ten minutes," Sandra said, insistently. "Now go! I'm completely naked in here."

"In that case, maybe you should be the one to entertain him," Emily muttered, as she made her way back to the door. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Yeah, she's going to be a few minutes. You should – you should come in."

She walked back into the kitchen, conscious of Jarrod behind her. She turned and faced him. Her eyes kept darting away every time they met his, though. It wasn't - she wasn't angry. Not anymore. And even if she had been, it was too late to talk about it. It was too late to say anything real, anything meaningful. There was nothing left to say. There was nothing left, except awkwardness.

"So – how are you?" he asked, eventually.

"I'm fine," she said, "Good. You?"

"Yeah I'm – I'm doing okay." He nodded. "You look – um, you look really good."

Emily shook her head a little in blatant disbelief, because one of the side effects of her 'Vote Shepler' t-shirt was cross-eyed boobs. "And the Oscar for best performance goes to…" she said, words coming out a little clumsy.

"I mean it," he said. "So – just take the compliment, okay?"

Suddenly, she remembered him saying that…before. On a date. The disjunction between that time and this one gave her double vision, made her blink.

"Thanks," she said. And then, hunting for something to say, to fill the silence, "Um – I just remembered…I have a sweatshirt of yours. I mean – it's not here, it's at home. But I can ask my mom to mail it on and I can give it" –

"It's okay," he said. "Keep it." He stopped and made an embarrassed face. "Which – I didn't mean that I thought that you'd want to keep it…just – it's only a sweatshirt. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks," she said again.

Jarrod broke the silence this time. "So – he won then?"

Emily stared at him, confused, and Jarrod gestured at her t-shirt. "Your friend. He won?"

Emily took him in–really looked at him for the first time since she'd opened the door. He was…exactly like she'd remembered him – tall, dark and ridiculously handsome. Like every adolescent fantasy she'd ever had come to life.

"Yeah, he won," she said, realizing just how true it was as she said it. "Hands down."

She didn't try to stop the smile that spread across her face. It wasn't really aimed at him, but Jarrod smiled back hesitantly.

"Um – Em…ily, I just. Okay, I know this is going to sound…stupid, probably, but – do you think…that maybe..."

Emily started as her cell phone began to vibrate in her pocket – reminding her of her schedule for the evening. "I'm sorry," she said, taking it out and thumbing off her alarm, "I actually – kind of have to go. I have a date and I don't want to be late."

She grabbed her bag of Chinese food, and walked out of the kitchen, to her room. Where, courtesy of a webcam and a reliable internet connection, Sheldon awaited.

She didn't look back once.

Of course, that wasn't the end, either…

…but it's as good a place as any to stop.