HOLY SHIT GUYS

WE ARE ACTUALLY DONE

FINISHED

COMPLETAMENTE

WOOOOOO BOY THIS HAS BEEN A WILD RIDE FROM START TO FINISH

The real authors note is at the bottom. Enjoy the happy fluffy epilogue until then!

"Get in loser, we're going shopping."

"Why did I let you watch that movie?"

"Because you love me. Also because Mark would've had your head had you not."

Bobby laughed and climbed in the car. He threw his bag in the backseat as Saint Dane pulled away from the school parking lot and got on the highway. He leaned over and gave the ex-demon a kiss on the cheek, before getting swatted away. "Don't distract the driver."

Bobby smiled. "Don't lie, you love it."

"Yeah."

One year later. It was weird to think that only a year ago, they had been battling over the future of all that was and ever would be. Now, Saint Dane was picking him up from one of his last days at Gregory Davis High, making Mean Girls references, and teasing him.

Life was strange, but strangely perfect.

Re-acclimatizing himself to Second Earth had been interesting, but with the help of Mark and Courtney, Bobby had soon fallen into the rhythm of things again. Saint Dane, on the other hand, had taken the adjustment a bit harder. For one thing, Dane had had to get used to living life as a 'normal creature of Halla', without any of the shapeshifting and travelling and other supernatural powers he'd been using as a spirit. Then, Bobby's two friends had to be informed of the change in their relationship. They had to come to terms with the fact that Dane was no longer the bad guy, and that he would be essentially moving in with them on Second Earth.

Those first few weeks were tense, to say the least.

One of the things that helped Saint Dane integrate himself into their lives was that when everyone went back to their worlds, he was dropped off on their territory in a brand new, twenty year old body (It still weirded Bobby out a little every time he saw Dane's new, younger look. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he thought it was hot). Saint Dane's fabricated life was essentially this: he was a foreign exchange student who had moved to Stony Brook to go to the local community college, and who had started dating Bobby. It sounded good, and with a little forging of papers and some Solara hocus-pocus, the new Daniel Saint-Clair moved into the small town. His 'friend group' (the Travelers plus Mark and Courtney) still called him his real name, claiming that it was a nickname to those who asked. All this made things much easier, though Dane jumping every time he realized someone was calling him when they called his new name would forever be a source of cheap entertainment for Bobby.

Once the hostilities had died down, and Mark and Courtney had warmed up to the ex-demon, they took it as their personal mission to introduce Saint Dane to every single Second Earth pop culture thing they could think of. That first month was filled with movies, books, pop songs, and food. Lots of food. Mark had been eager to drag Dane down to Garden Poultry until he found out about the whole Andy Mitchell thing. That cut down on the things they had left to show him considerably, but Courtney almost rioted when she realized Dane hadn't read Harry Potter.

Another interesting happening over the course of that time was that, about a week or two into his return, Bobby and Courtney had had a talk about their relationship. Then, of course, there was the whole 'he and Saint Dane were dating thing', which was sure to be a factor. Luckily, Courtney had understood completely, and had a little secret of her own to share: during Bobby's flights across Halla, she'd gained a bit of a crush on Mark. That came as a surprise to Bobby, but he cheered them on anyways. Two weeks later, they were together. Bobby approved.

Now Bobby's life was back to normal- or rather, as normal as it could get with a world-shattering ex-demon as his boyfriend.

Bobby's phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open, putting it on speaker. "Hey Mark. What's up?"

"We're hungry and were thinking of going to that new restaurant that opened up on the Ave," Mark said. "What's it called again? Chatty New?"

Courtney's voice butted in. "It's Château de Nuit, French for Castle of Night. It's this French cuisine place that Mark wants to go to and I am completely against-"

There was sound of a brief scuffle, and Mark had the phone again. "Ignore her, we should go there."

"But I want to go to Garden Poultry," Bobby complained. "Not some fancy French place."

"But Booooobbyyyyyyyyyyy," Mark whined. Bobby heard Courtney shout "Yes!" in the background.

"Okay then, let's take a vote," Mark said. "Whoever wants to go to Garden Poultry, say 'aye'!"

Courtney and Bobby answered. Mark harrumphed. "Okay, who wants to go to Château de Nuit?"

Saint Dane finally entered the conversation, throwing his vote in with the French place. Bobby glared at him. "Well, it's a tie," Mark said dejectedly. "I guess we have to go somewhere else…"

"My vote counts as two, we're going to Château de Nuit," Dane announced. He cut off Bobby and Courtney's protests, saying grandly, "I'm the adult here."

"Awesome! See you there!" Mark exclaimed.

"Dane you jerk-" Courtney began. Bobby closed his phone before he could hear more of their arguing. He crossed his arms and huffed.

"Traitor," he mumbled. "You're supposed to be on my side." He glanced to the side to see Saint Dane smiling smugly. "And you're only technically an adult. Give us all a few more months and we'll be adults too," he added.

"Stop whining, it's unbecoming."

"Stop being a stuck-up jerk."

"When klees fly."

Bobby sighed and smiled. He settled back in his seat as they continued on their drive. Dane reached forward and turned the radio on, switching it to his favorite classical music station. Bobby groaned.

Despite the many, many bumps in the road they had driven over to get to this point, Bobby couldn't help but think to himself, Things can't possibly get better.

And in that moment, everything was perfect.

AAAAAAAAAAANND DONE!

I actually can't believe this is finished. It took a whole year out of my life, for only a measly thirteen chapters (that should tell you my work ethic)

My endless gratitude goes to, of course, alphaonefourzero, who not only kicked my butt into gear whenever I dropped the story, but has also become quite a good friend and given me plenty of fond memories to laugh at. Without her, I honestly would have given up back at chapter eight. Go give her all the hugs

You'll also be happy to hear that I'm not done with these two yet! Alphaonefourzero and I are writing a bunch of little oneshots set in the Amnesia verse, soon to start posting! (And by soon I mean at some point in the future bc I'm lazy and we're both busy but yeah)

Have fun and enjoy life!