Hey, JJ, here's the answer as to whether you'll see the wedding ;D Guys, this is another longish chapter. I also wanted to release it early as a treat for you all. To SomebodyWhoCares, Smuffly, Leslie Emm, and JJ, your reviews lift me higher.

Characters: Det. Don Flack Jr/OC – Savannah 'Anna' Patia Cormier, Danny/Lindsay, Mac Taylor, and other members of CSI NY.

Set: Mostly AU after season 6.

Rating: M

Warnings: HAPPY FLUFFY SAPPY THINGS! YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own CSI NY or affiliates. I'm using the characters to no profit. I do not own the song or song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter that inspire me. But I wish that there were a few clones of Don Flack…mmmm….Oh, but I do own Savannah Cormier.

Finding Our Way – Epilogue – Union

Forever can never be long enough for me
To feel like I've had long enough with you
Forget the world now we won't let them see
But there's one thing left to do
Train – Marry Me

"I expected you to be more nervous than this, man."

Don Flack adjusted the purple rose in his buttonhole and his bow tie to make sure it was perfectly symmetrical in all ways before shrugging in response to Danny's question. What was there to be nervous about? Today was the day. His day. His and Savannah's day and by the end of it they would be Mr. and Mrs. Flack. While he was a little nervous about making sure he wouldn't mess up his vows and also resist the urge to spirit his to-be bride away and ravage her with all of his passion once he saw her, deep down, he knew he was ready to have this union of their lives. Heck, he had been ready for this moment since they had announced their engagement to all of their family and friends.

He smirked in remembrance at some of the reactions they had received.

His sister Sam had screamed in excitement and hugged them until they were gasping for breath. Michael had just given him a few words of stoic congratulations over the phone. His parents…had been interesting. Don recalled just how bewildered he and Savannah were when suddenly Olivia and Donald Flack had stopped their jubilation to remind each other of a bet they had made. There had been a debate over who had won.

Olivia contended hotly that she was victorious because she declared that Don had proposed within a year of making the bet, before December. Her husband refuted that she didn't win the whole bet because Don and Savannah hadn't yet set a date for the wedding but the couple insisted it wouldn't be in the next six months. Therefore, Olivia wasn't entitled to the full reward of their wager. When Savannah had mentioned that they had been talking about getting hitched a year after the engagement, the elder Flack had made a noise of satisfaction and pointed out that he had bet that Don and Anna would marry about a year after the proposal happened. It was like watching a verbal tennis match, with serves and rallies and lobs. Don wished that he had popcorn in that moment, because watching his parents argue was entertainment – he had learned from the best after all.

Olivia and Donald eventually agreed that they would just share dinner at the Savoy for the fun of it and the bet would be fulfilled that way.

Telling the CSI's had been fun. They had all gone for another dinner together and they had announced it then. Each person's reaction had been different.

Mac had smiled and offered congratulations in a mature, satisfied manner.

Jo had beamed and clapped her hands in delight. "Can I help plan the wedding?" she had asked, getting Anna's nod of approval.

"About time!" had come from Danny as he reached over and heartily patted Don on the back in celebration.

"I'm so happy for you both!" Lindsay had enthused.

Adam had shyly extended his congratulations as well and had asked, "So, if you don't mind my being nosy, how'd it happen?"

"That's a little personal, don't you think Adam?" Sheldon cut in before either Don or Savannah could reply.

Savannah just laughed as Adam flushed in embarrassment. "It's okay Sheldon, I wasn't offended by the question. We both aren't, we are fully prepared for an interrogation from you guys. Although we had expected Sid to be here too…" She reached across the table to grasp Adam's hand in assurance. "I don't mind you asking."

"I was totally romantic," Don boasted, cutting in. "Picture the scene. Daniel's on the Upper East Side, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and us two mooning at each other over the sea bass and the lamb shank with polenta. There's jazz in the air, and we can't wait to go out for dancing later." He grinned at his fiancée as she just barely managed to keep a straight face at his storytelling. "And then, as the chocolate soufflé came out, there I was on the ground, asking her to be my wife."

Savannah couldn't take it anymore and giggled. "And then I screamed yes and fainted right there in the middle of the restaurant before he picked me up and carted me off into a gold gilded carriage."

The CSI's finally got that they were teasing and laughed along with the happy couple.

"So what really happened?" Lindsay pressed curiously, wanting to share in this with her friends. While she wouldn't regret anything she had with Danny, his proposal hadn't been the most romantic and dreamy of things. She wondered if Don Flack, Mr. Sarcastic himself, had it in him.

Savannah smiled the most beautiful smile they had ever seen on her face. She turned to Don and held his eyes even as she told the table of what had happened. "He proposed on the rooftop of my apartment building. And to sweeten the deal, he got us a puppy!" she said excitedly.

"You got her a dog as an engagement gift?" Danny asked dubiously.

"Those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones," Mac said just low enough for Danny to hear. Danny got the point his boss was trying to make. After all, his engagement 'gift' to Lindsay had been punching a suspect to get some extra time with her before he married her.

"Yeah, I got a dog," Don defended. "It'll be fun. I always wanted a dog anyway."

Jo, sensing that a change of topic was in order, leaned over and requested, "Can I see the ring?"

"Oh, of course," Savannah replied, blithely ignoring the slight tension that had cropped up between Danny and Mac. She extended her hand so that everyone could see the finely crafted ring fitting perfectly onto her finger as if it was made to be there from the moment she became an adult. Lindsay and Jo did the prerequisite 'ooh-ing' and 'ahh-ing' while Mac and Adam admired it silently.

"That is some fine workmanship," Hawkes remarked, his eye for detail picking out that this was no ordinary ring. "Looks like a custom design."

"It is," nodded Don.

"Aw, look, at the core you're just a big softy," Danny teased, clapping his best friend on the back once more.

Flack favoured him with a roll of his eyes but his smile widened. "Yeah, well, you're lucky I am. I want you to be my best man. You know, when we eventually get married in about a year."

Danny's cheekiness morphed into a more serious, subdued joy. It was like he couldn't really believe he had just been asked that. "You want me to stand by you in a penguin suit while I watch you go through one of the happiest times in your life? You know I'm down for that buddy."

"Don't get too excited," Savannah reminded gently. "Like Don said, maybe a year we're thinking of setting the date." She turned her contented gaze upon Lindsay. "I was also wondering…and these are only really basic plans we've gone over in the past few days – between me moving and such-"

"You guys moved in?" Mac asked, easily picking up on some things not mentioned.

"Well, I figured, get a dog, ask her to move in, propose. Might as well," shrugged Flack.

"Triple whammy," quipped Jo.

Savannah broke the chain of teasing by enunciating, "Anyway, what I wanted to ask is…would we be able to have Lucy for our flower girl when the time comes?"

Lindsay felt her heart warm at the fact that her child meant so much to the couple before her, some of her best friends, that she was to be included in whatever they would plan. She nodded vigorously. "Definitely. She'd love it, I think."

"Probably steal the show," Don grinned.

"She's a Messer, of course she does," Adam teased Danny lightly. Danny smirked in acknowledgement of the easy joke.

Mac was the next person that Savannah turned to, her curls shifting as she tilted her head to get a better take of his expression. She wanted to analyse every nuance of his face when she asked him. "Mac, we want you to play a part too. You've done so much for me since I've come to New York, and you remind me a lot of what I can remember of my father. You feel like a father figure to me, and it would be an honour if you would consider giving me away."

All eyes turned to the older man, whose eyes widened infinitesimally in shock. His expression remained that way for a moment before he smiled, and some of the constant weariness in his eyes lifted. "Anna, it would be my honour to give you away," he said quietly, a rivulet of emotion bleeding through his tone.

Don shook his head slightly to pull himself out of the warm memories that slid like a comforting blanket across the forefront of his mind. It was only an hour before the ceremony began and he was about to leave Danny's apartment. Savannah, he knew, was probably doing the finishing touches in Jacks's apartment across town.

He took a deep breath and let it out, turning to Danny and his brother Michael who he had picked as his other groomsman, and spread his arms out. "How do I look?"

"Like a goof," Michael replied with a touch of sarcasm, but overall he looked less sour than his usual countenance.

"You look fine. Savannah is going to have that massive grin of hers on her face once she sees you. Personally, I want to see if I win my bet with my wife. I reckon you're going to bawl like a baby when you guys do the vows. Linds says you won't," Danny replied, folding his arms and talking plainly, which is what he sensed Don needed.

"Nice to know there's always bets going around," the tallest of the three men drawled sardonically. He felt a second of anxiety and asked, "You got the rings Danno?"

Danny patted his jacket pocket and then smoothed down the deep purple tie to make it sit right. "Yep. Checked 'em every half an hour."

Rubbing his hands together, he cleared his mind and looked between the suited men that would stand by his side on this amazing summer day. "Okay," he breathed. "Let's do this."

"Savannah!"

Realising that she had been up on the rooftop for too long staring at the herbs and flowers in her old garden, Savannah rushed out of it to find Jacks waiting impatiently for her at the door that exited out to the roof. Her cousin was all dolled up in her bridesmaid gown, a flattering, deep purple that was an inch shy of the ground thanks to the high heels she wore. It was a square cut neckline with a bodice that cinched in her waist and displayed her short, slender figure well. Her hair was all pinned up in a messy bun that had taken an hour for the hair stylist to perfect and she had make up on.

Unfortunately, she looked distinctly disapproving.

"Chere, the ceremony is in an hour," Jacks murmured.

"I know, I know, I just needed a little time," countered Savannah, hurrying across the pavement between them to reach her cousin's side. "At least I didn't put on my dress yet so I didn't get it dirty."

"One saving grace," muttered Jacks, rolling her eyes. "Ever since you got here this morning, your head has been in the clouds." Her expression was astute. "You're not having cold feet are you?"

Realising what it appeared she was doing, the taller brunette shook her head. "No way! I'm so excited to be married, you have no idea. No, I'm just so happy. Today I'm marrying the man who I love deeply and who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can't think of a better day. It's exactly a year after he proposed and I can't help but think about how we were a year ago, all the hard things we've been through and it's just made us stronger together." She glanced up to the cloudless sky, the sun shining warmly on her face as if giving its most beautiful blessing. "I was just taking time to be grateful that my life has been so full and that I am so lucky and rich in love. This is it Jacks. I never want to go back from here."

Jacks smiled at her. "I'm so happy that you're happy. You deserve it. Now, if only everyone could find their perfect match like you," she teased.

Savannah embraced her then.

"Don't worry, you'll find someone Jacks. Someone who'll flip your life on end and make you see everything as if it's a clearer, crisper, more wonderful world," she whispered encouragingly. Her tone turned teasing and she reminded, "Besides, a lot of Flack relatives are coming. Maybe you'll find a hot cousin, hmm?"

That made the shorter woman laugh. "I look forward to it. Now come on, we have to get you sorted."

They made their way down to her apartment where Samantha Flack was just getting the last touches of her makeup finalised. She had on the same bridesmaids dress Jacks did, and also had her hair elegantly pulled back so that her fringe framed her face. She chided teasingly, "You better not be running out on my brother."

"Oh, darn, my plan has been found out, I've been planning on eloping with the dog walker that takes Diana out every day," Savannah bantered.

Sam just grinned. "By the end of the day, we'll officially be sisters in law. That's so cool."

"I know!" the bride to be exclaimed as she quickly went into the bedroom to put her dress on before getting her makeup done. Her hair was already fixed up – a thick lock of hair had been braided from one side of her head to the other, purple and green ribbon threaded through it – making it look a little bit like a tiara all of its own. She had decided not to go with a veil and made the decision to leave her dark tresses free and curly. Neat, but more casual than the fussy pinned up styles she had seen in the wedding magazines.

Plus, she knew that Don loved her hair free so he could run his hands through it when they were alone.

She carefully slipped the dress on, sighing in that surprised-happy way a bride does when she realises the moment is upon her and this is the appearance she would be making.

It was a pure white simple organza and lace masterpiece that had a sweetheart cut with an illusion v-neckline which kept the dress elegant and modest. It was fitted to her torso, showing off the lace detailing of the bodice, before making the most of Savannah's curves as it flowed to the floor. Once she placed the matching heels on, the hem of the dress was only a few millimetres off the ground.

It suited her very well, the whiteness seeming to make her features glow and her bouncy curls shine.

As she went out the front to take her turn in the makeup chair, she saw Jacks filming her. Sam was the one to admire her look. "Don's going to freeze when he sees you. I mean it. I bet he's going to forget everything except for how beautiful you look," she said kindly.

"As long as he doesn't forget his vows," said Savannah.

"I'm sure he won't."

Aunt Emilie, too frail to be up and about after a recent bout of the flu, watched the proceedings with a smug aura about her, as if she had known this would be inevitable. Her wizened form relaxed against her daughter's couch and her head leaned against Jacks. "That man has wanted this for too long. If anything, I'm sure he won't forget his vows."

Anna was assured by her Aunt's conviction. When she had announced her engagement to Jacks and Aunt Emilie, they had congratulated her enthusiastically and Aunt Emilie had beamed and said, "I knew it." They had looked at her strangely, but she cryptically refused to answer their questions.

Jacks had been so overjoyed by the news that when Savannah asked her to be maid of honour, she screamed and jumped around. Jacks had been the best, co-conspiring with the self nominated wedding coordinator, Jo, and helping Don and Anna plan everything they needed. It was Jacks that had organised a memorable Hens Night with Jo, Lindsay, and bringing the surprise in the form of Stella up to New York. They had all gone out to enjoy New York nightlife, going to bar after bar and all of them getting Savannah drunk on her favourite Pina Coladas. They had ended up at a strip bar tailor made for women, with hunky guys performing Magic Mike-esque routines. They had laughed and shrieked through the thrilling show, Savannah having the guts to jump on stage to shove a handful of one dollar notes into the side of the g-string worn by one dancer as a dare from Lindsay. When she had returned her hung-over cousin to a bewildered Don Flack the next day, Jacks had cheerily said, "She's all yours!" before running off.

Now, they were ready to go. Aunt Emilie held out the bouquets for them to take. Sam and Jacks had small posies of white roses while Savannah had a much larger one of white and purple roses with baby's breath arranged around the outside. It matched the flower arrangement in the dining hall where the reception would be. Aunt Emilie held the final, tiny bouquet.

"Where's the flower girl?" the old woman rasped.

There was a knock on the door and then Lindsay entered, a shy Lucy in her lilac flowergirl's dress hiding behind her. "I hope I'm on time," she said. She then smiled at her friend. "Anna, you look amazing!"

Savannah smiled back and then took the small bunch of roses from her Aunt and knelt before Lucy. "Hey Miss Lucy. Want to take those for me?"

When the little girl smiled, it was then that Savannah truly felt ready.

Olivia and Donald Flack Sr. sat contentedly in the front row of chairs, glad that their son and to-be daughter-in-law had decided to get shade nets to cover the seating area. "Smart," remarked the Flack matriarch. "At least no one will get sunburnt like they did at our wedding."

"You wanted it here, so we held it here," Donald replied, smiling fondly in remembrance.

They, along with the other guests, were all taking their seats in a secluded part of the Queens Botanical Gardens – the same spot they had been married 39 years ago. When Don and Anna had put forward getting hitched in the same place, it had brought tears to Olivia's eyes at how much her son and his fiancée wanted to honour the tradition. It had been the biggest compliment to the older couple and a sign of respect.

"I knew this would happen eventually, but now that we're here, watching our other son get married, I almost can't believe it," Olivia sighed happily.

"You said it yourself, darling. Those two are smitten. It was bound to happen," the blue eyed ex-detective replied, slipping an arm around his wife's shoulders in a habitual motion. He smiled. "I know that this'll last. And I'm proud of having a daughter-in-law like Savannah. She balances Donnie out perfectly."

"I can feel my ears burning."

Don came up to his parents, having just arrived, looking dapper in his suit in the plain black and white, the only colour being the purple rose boutonniere. The suit wasn't a full tuxedo to keep with the casual theme of the garden wedding. He was smiling in a way that told them he was trying not to let it be a full on grin. Olivia rose and hugged him. "You look very handsome Donnie."

"Thanks Ma," he replied, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

Donald just gave his son a fond look. He and Don had a good long talk last night when tradition dictated the bride and groom not see each other a full day before the wedding. They had talked about communication, keeping the relationship balanced and alive when you prepared to spend so many years together. They had chatted about keeping at it, and when hard times came, to do the same thing they had done every other time and to continue the trust in each other. After that, he felt like his fatherly duties had been fulfilled.

Don looked from his mother to scan out over the assembled chairs. There were most of his relatives, and they far outnumbered Savannah's. He had grandparents (the ones that were still living) from both sides, cousins, aunts, uncles, and even a few close family friends. Savannah only had her Aunt and Jacks as true relatives, but what she didn't have biologically she made up for in family in other ways.

All of their friends from the lab were there, as well as his closest detective friends and their dates/wives, and all of the workers from Savannah's cafe who she had become close to over the course of the past year. There were about 70 people that had some along, small, considering the 250 that had come along for his brother Michael's massive frou-frou wedding. To see everyone there, looking excited for this event, helped ease some of the tension he had been feeling.

"Yo, Don, time to line up," Danny called from his place at the top of the wedding aisle that was lined with white and green ribbon.

Reverend Paolo stepped up as Don did. He was the priest to the chapel Savannah went to every week on a Monday night and had gotten well acquainted with the couple. He was benevolent in his robes as he turned to the groom. "Don, nice to see you on time," he murmured. "Now, it's time to tell if Savannah is as well."

"Something tells me that to tease, she's going to be five minutes late," the taller man said with a certain knowing.

The guests were seated.

The groom and his groomsmen were all ready and waiting at the top of the aisle as the time ticked over to 2pm.

Don couldn't see Danny, but he could tell his best friend was smiling at his last second jitters. He tried to disguise them – the rocking on his heels every now and then, and the deeper intakes of breath to keep from asking what time it was.

Like Flack had predicted, the bridal party was a few minutes late. But from the moment he saw Lucy Messer in her lilac flowergirl's dress, a wash of relief flowed over his soul. She was here. The way the entrance to the garden was set up, he wouldn't even be able to see Savannah until she came around the hedge. He knew Mac was there, waiting to lead her down. As soon as Lucy began to walk down the grass pathway toward him, Don could almost feel Anna's presence.

Lucy stole the spotlight as she slowly walked toward her favourite uncle and father, her posy of flowers tucked under her arm so she could clap happily in time to the soft piano melody that had played through the area from the speakers set up as soon as she had made her appearance. Her dark blonde hair swung as she looked this way and that, giggling in her curiosity and waving back to the people who waved at her. It was when she reached the end of the aisle that Sam came around the corner, smiling happily up at her brother. She held his eyes and mouthed, 'She's beautiful' to him.

Don licked his lips and swallowed in anticipation.

Soon, Jacks came down, cheekily winking at the groomsmen as she did so. She had just arrived and lined up in front of Sam next to the Reverend when Mac came into view, Savannah on his arm.

His heart stopped.

Don was sure of it.

Everything faded – there was no other thing in this universe – except for the perfection, the crystal clear beauty of Savannah Cormier.

It wasn't just the dress, which fit her perfectly and showed off her curvaceous form, or the way her hair, held back by the ribbon twined braid, flowed and curled, gently lifted by the wind and moving about behind her like in a Hollywood movie. It wasn't even that delicate touch of makeup, enhancing those entrancing green-grey eyes. It wasn't the bouquet of flowers that could never compare to her wondrousness.

It was that expression on her face that had Don speechless.

Her eyes held both the wonderment of a child discovering something new and the conviction of a woman who loved and needed and wanted. They were so alight in her happiness that it was no longer a candle that burned in them, but a lighthouse shining a beacon. She was smiling, the tops of her cheeks turning rosy in her delight, and she was so graceful walking down the aisle towards him.

Towards their future.

Unbeknownst to Don, Savannah was feeling the same. She had almost stumbled upon seeing her future husband waiting for her – it was only Mac's arm, a pillar of strength, that had kept her steady. She felt massive butterflies, the good kind, swooping around somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach as she walked towards the head of the aisle. She felt ready to burst with excitement. Don looked so distinguished and handsome, silhouetted by the early afternoon light with the rest of their wedding party. He had never looked happier. He had a crooked smirk like he was stunned by a brilliant surprise and he was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Relax," Mac whispered to her calmly.

"I can't help it," she replied in a hushed tone so only Mac could hear it. "I'm about to get married!"

That made him smile and he murmured, "Not a happier couple anywhere else in the world right now."

They reached the end of the aisle and Mac gave her away by taking her bouquet, leading her up to Don, kissing her cheek, and placing her hands in his before retreating to his seat.

The couple gazed at each other, unable to keep the smiles off their faces.

Reverend Paolo began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Savannah Patia Cormier to Donald Flack Jr. in holy matrimony…"

Don couldn't even fully concentrate on the words the reverend was saying. All he could feel was the sanctity of this moment, Savannah's hands in his, intertwined, the sensation of her skin against his own feeling new, like they had never held hands before. He was lost in her smile, her eyes, that look of complete trust and devotion. He whispered, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You're the most beautiful man in the world," she replied softly.

A little while later, they arrived to the vows. Savannah and Don had chosen to learn them off by heart instead of repeating what the reverend said. They had chosen something traditional with a personal spin on it.

Savannah felt tears come to her eyes, a touch of nervousness making her stall for a few seconds, before her voice carried strongly, melodically, over the family and friends gathered.

"I, Savannah Cormier, take you Don Flack, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us. I promise to come to you with my problems and that we will always be truthful and loyal to each other. I am secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love and that we will love without reservation. I cannot wait to grow, laugh, and cry with you over the course of our lives," she said, the honesty in her heart projected through her words.

Don felt her words physically, like he was being lifted up by some invisible force, heart warming. Now, to return the favour. "I, Don Flack, take you Savannah Cormier, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us. I promise to protect you and comfort you, and that we will always be truthful and loyal to each other. I am secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love and that we will love without reservation. I cannot wait to grow, laugh, and cry with you over the course of our lives…together."

Savannah felt her tears break her tenuous hold and she made a blissful sigh-gasping sound when the vow was concluded. They slipped down her cheeks, only to be lovingly wiped away.

She could tell by the soft sounds behind her and to the side of her that she wasn't the only one crying.

Reverend Paolo softly requested of Danny, "The rings, please."

Danny gave the first ring, Savannah's, to Paolo. It was platinum to match her engagement ring, a simple band with the date engraved on the inside. The only fanciness about the ring was a single, tiny, heart shaped diamond in the centre.

The reverend held it out and blessed it, saying, "May this ring be blessed so he who gives it and she who wears it may abide in peace, and continue in love until life's end." Don then took it from him, but paused. This is something else they changed about the ceremony. Danny then held out Don's ring, another platinum band, thicker, wider to make it more masculine. It, too, had the date inscribed on the inside. Reverend Paolo made the same blessing over that as well, and handed it to Savannah.

Simultaneously, the couple slid the rings onto each other's fingers and pronounced, "With this ring, I wed thee. Wear it as a symbol of our enduring love."

Reverend Paolo then closed his prayer book and announced in a louder tone, "May this couple be prepared to continue to give, be able to forgive, and experience more and more joy with each passing day, with each passing year. With Don and Savannah are now beginning their married life together, we hope that they may have loving assistance from their family, the constant support of friends, and a long life with good health and everlasting love. They have consented to live forever together in wedlock, and have witnessed the same before this company, having given and pledged their troth, each to the other, and having declared same by the giving and receiving of a ring, I pronounce that they are husband and wife." He then looked between the two expectant faces, drawing out this moment, letting the sweetness of it build so they could savour it. "I introduce to you now Mr and Mrs. Don Flack. You may now kiss the bride."

Savannah and Don didn't immediately kiss like many expected them to. Instead, Savannah wrapped her arms around him as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Don grinned then, joking, "I get a direct line to awesome food forever now. You're stuck with me, babe."

Savannah just laughed, the trilling joy reaching all assembled.

"Good," she said firmly as he twirled her around and dipped her in secure arms, laying their first kiss as a wedded couple on her lips.

They only barely heard the cheers and the laughter at the purely 'Flack' comment, lost in the magic of the moment.

When they righted themselves and faced the people who mattered most to them in the world, they held their joined hands up in jubilation. They had finally found their way.

A/N: It was a rainy day. The muse was bored. So she thought….FAIRYTALE ENDING! Oh my gosh, I am SO PROUD of that. I really am, and I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you all enjoyed the finished product of this story. I hope you found Savannah and Don's love believable and honest. Thank you so, so much for reading this fic, it's been such a big project for me to tackle. Reviews are warmly welcomed.

As for a sequel to this: I'm not sure. I think I want to focus on another idea brewing before finishing off the series with a third storyline.

Thank you all once again. It's been an absolute joy to write this fic, through everything I put the characters through. Here's to seeing you all in other fanfictions!

-Myr