Hi, so here is the final chapter of this story!

It has been a hell of a ride and a long one at that and I have to thank you all of you, for reading and reviewing and favouring and following and simply just reading, I think I have given this story and this fandom my best shot. I might be coming back but i might not either way i want to take a break for a while...

There are many people to thank for encouraging me to keep this story going, i think i have ended it in a good place where i am happy with the ending i gave to all of the characters.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine, just the OCs and of course Ayden.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Please let me know what you think of this ending.

Ayden

Chapter 58-Epilouge

We come full circle, and say goodbye to the characters that we know and love. Years later the gang come back to Hollywood Arts for the retirement of a dear friend and mentor as well as their High School reunion and we see how all of the gang, Tori, Andre, Trina, Beck, Jade, Robbie, Cat and most importantly Ayden look at how their lives have changed and how far they have come since they sat at a table in a sunny courtyard. Final chapter of this story.

Tori's Point of View.

Twelve Years Later.

Sikowitz was retiring. It was the right time he had said in the invitations that were sent to all of us. It was the right time for him to spend some time on himself. There was a second where I thought he would last forever but when he was teaching us the man was pushing mid-forties, twelve years later and he was heading towards retirement age.

Of course because nothing is ever that simple. There was a High School reunion happening just around the time. Honestly it was unbelievable. Who has a High School reunion for their class twelve years after they left, nearly thirteen if you counted Trina who was also invited? Hollywood Arts that's who. That school had never been known for its convention and this was yet again another example.

But it was Sikowitz and the man was a good friend and mentor, so everyone who was invited was going.

Hence the reason why I was trying to get my family together so we could get into the limo on time.

And yeah, we were that kind of family.

"Ayden" I shouted. "Get downstairs now"

There was a thudding noise and then Ayden, my darling baby boy, the reason why we had set on this path in the first place came into view.

He had grown tall in twelve years, he had grown big and strong and was now nearing my height. He had dark hair, the same colour of mine that had lightened over the years. He had it shaved on the sides and it was mostly on the top that it was still the soft mess that I remembered when he was a baby.

It was hard to imagine that he was now fifteen years old.

Hell he was practically the same age that I was when I had met his father, it was another two years before I we had gotten together.

Ayden knew about Cameron, well he knew enough, I had told him enough last year when he had asked me. I had never allowed my own personal feelings to get in the way of what he wanted to know about his biological father but once he had heard what he needed to hear Ayden had nodded turned around to face Andre who had been quietly skulking in the corner.

"So can I still call you Dad?" was all he asked.

I thought Andre was going to collapse on the floor in his relief.

"Yes" he said holding out his arms and I laughed once when Ayden willing walked into them. "Of course you can son"

And after that I finished finalising the adoption papers of my son. Ayden was now officially Andre's son. The thing was I waiting for the right time to tell him. I had a feeling that that time was tonight. Which was why I had them in my bag.

"Yeah Mom?" Ayden asked pulling me out of my train of thought.

"Car's here" I replied shortly.

Ayden had gone with a rather respectable black v neck and a rather respectable pair of jeans. He had stuffed his feet into combat boots Jade had given him the year before and he grabbed the leather jacket that had been Beck's present (because they were both shameless in spoiling Ayden much to my chagrin)

"Dad's helping Pop and Jamie" was all he said.

"Well" I said back wrapping my arm around him. "That's something"

"Mom" Ayden said looking scandalised. "Please, I'm fifteen now"

"Oh" I said grinning letting go immediately.

There was a thudding from upstairs and then someone came down.

"Momma" said a voice and I grinned as Poppy Madeline Harris came down the stairs. At seven she was wearing black leggings with a red jumper over the top of them, Andre had somehow managed to braid her hair back into a neat fishtail plat (the man had mad skills in that department) and was now pulling on her little blue coat with determination.

Poppy had been born a little after we had graduating college. Andre had gotten into Julliard and I had gotten into Yale. We were somewhat near each other and had manged to find an apartment in the city with easy access to not only the school that Ayden was at but to our respective colleges, it was almost amusing that for the entire four years we had been bunking with Beck and Jade as well.

It hadn't been easy, I had become pregnant in our senior year and this was not the joyride pregnancy that Ayden's had been. Well...health wise anyway.

Poppy had been small to start with and had been born with a month to go leading to her being in the ICU for three weeks. It had been nerve shattering and heartbreaking and I had been the one stuck in bed after a brutal labour, Andre had been in the ICU with our daughter and Jade and Beck had stepped up without being asked and in a way that still made my heart warm to this day to look after Ayden.

After a month we were able to go home.

And before we had even settled in we had named Jade and Beck the godparents. Beck had muttered something and Jade had smirked a little bit but I noticed the bright eyes and the cooing and the smiles that went on between them.

Poppy I think was the gateway to them seriously considering starting their own family.

Poppy was a direct carbon copy of her father. She had his dark eyes and dark hair, darker than mine and a combination of our skin tone had given her a darker skin than Ayden's. She had my high cheekbones and my nose and she was more into writing than I had been, but she was my only daughter and I was damn proud of her. Ayden had loved having a sister. He'd loved having a brother even more.

James Eli Harris had been born five years after Poppy had and if I had thought that that labour was hard it was nothing compared to what James's had been. I had needed a C-section after I had developed pre-eclampsia and high blood pressure all at once and then had lost a lot of blood on the table. In the resounding surgery I had lost my left ovary making any more conception difficult. However after two high risk pregnancies both Andre and I had made the decision to get my tubes tied down. The risk was too much and we had all the family that we needed.

Three children that were happy and healthy were more than enough.

Andre came down with James in his arms. He was still toddling around but the stairs of our new home were still a challenge and therefore we had taken to carrying him around the place.

Jamie as he was known to me made grabby hands and I hooked him onto my hip. He was wearing jeans too with a little blue jumper and boots that nudged against my hip, this was almost like holding Ayden again.

"Damn woman" Andre whispered into my ear. "You look stunning"

I grinned. I was wearing a short wrap around dress in purple with heals, my hair which I had cut a bit shorter so it ended around my shoulders was tied back a little on one side. Andre himself looked stunning. He was wearing a grey suit with a dark shirt but no tie and he caught my expression and winked.

"Come on" he said hooking Poppy up onto his hip, "Let's get this show on the road"

The limo was curtsey of Avenue72 the label Andre was signed to. I had done a couple of singles and was working on my album but I had taken some time off when the kids and even now with Jamie had been young.

Andre had had the hot shot life. He had wrote and sang songs for some of the highest artists in the world.

We still lived in LA only now in a bigger house with a pool and security and a padlocked main gate which considering the amount of press that Andre seemed to generate was better than nothing.

Another topic that was cannon fodder to the press was the fact that Andre and I despite being together for nearly thirteen years were still not married. Oh we had discussed it don't worry but we had never really seemed to wrap our heads around it. Perhaps when James was older but...well...I wasn't one of those girls that wanted a piece of paper and a ring that showed she was loved. Over the years I had come to realise that I was loved and that nothing would change that.

The ride to the school was short, the press was marginally thin which was saying something because everyone knew that Beck and Jade Oliver were coming.

My sister was already inside waiting for me. With her was her husband of three years Luke Morgan. Luke was an actor, more stage than Beck but recognised and she had met him when she'd been directing one of her plays. They'd been married three years and I watched in amusement as my heavily pregnant sister seemed to light up when she saw me. Erica Sofia Morgan her daughter was cuddled in her husband's arms the baby that was barely a year old already laughing at the music.

"Hey" she said as I hugged her and Andre shook hands with Luke.

"Hey" she said as James cooed in her direction.

"I don't think I wanna do this again" she said sitting down on the nearest chair.

"Well...Mom wasn't to impressed by the idea of Irish twins in the family" I said and Trina pulled a face. "Give me a break" she said shaking her head. "How was I supposed to know that the most powerful remedy in the world for conception was gin and my husband telling me he loved me even with stretch marks" I laughed then and she grinned back.

"I think two though is more than enough" she said wincing as the baby gave a particularly hard kick that I could feel without even touching her.

Trina still looked much the same as she had done when she was eighteen I realised grinning. She had a fringe now and was in a black pregnancy dress that was one shoulder.

"You know what you're having?" I asked.

Trina grinned. "Another girl" she said shaking her head. "Luke says it's his lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful woman and I think it is, we've decided to call her Olivia. Olivia Elizabeth Morgan"

I grinned at her. "That's great sis" I said finally.

We were interrupted by loud cheers coming from outside and I rolled my eyes as Andre grinned at me. "Jade and Beck are here then?" he said grinning. "I'm gonna take my boys" he said hooking James out of my arms and raid the buffet table I think Sinjin's over there anyway. Who would have known he would have took over the entire technical theatre department here?"

"Everyone" Trina deadpanned.

We were cut of as Beck and Jade walked in. Jade was resplendent in her backless blue gown that ended at her knees, her hair was tied into an elegant knot on the back of her head and Beck was in a dark suit. His hair was a little longer than before but before he could say hello two boys had run out from behind him and attacked Ayden who grinned.

Rory Beck Oliver and Benjamin 'Ben' Nathen Oliver were Jade and Beck's two boys. Rory was older at ten and Ben younger at five. They had been through some hard times Beck and Jade. While their careers had been amazing and they had gotten the fairy tale wedding they both so desperately desired they had faced tragedy when their eldest child and only daughter Katherine Amelia Oliver had been born to earlier and had died after birth.

Jade had fallen into despair leading to her stopping her album indefinably and spending most of her time slumped in bed. Beck had half gone out of his mind with grief and worry until one day Jade had just gotten up and become herself again. It was like her mind had needed time to deal with what had happened before she could move on.

They were good now, they were strong and it showed in them.

Following them were Robbie and Cat. They were engaged and Cat I could see with amusement was letting her four month belly show. Robbie and Cat had been slower than the rest of us in settling down. Cat had, had an incredible two sold out world tours and Robbie had become a credible director once he had finally learned to leave the puppet behind, oh don't worry Rex was still a part of his life only...well only at home. Like Beck they had established themselves in that world with smaller hits and were now being sought out for the bigger ones. There was a second where they stared at us all and I realised that from that day where we had all sat at that table and promised ourselves that we would be victorious we had done just that. In our own way and it was rather impressive.

Sikowitz stood up to speak and I motioned Ayden with my head. He nodded and took Poppy and Jamie to the seats with the rest of the gang. "I have something for you" I said finally.

Andre turned to look at me and I pushed the papers into his hand.

He stared at them for a second and then he looked up. I caught Ayden's expression. He was looking at us his face half hopeful and half trying not to give a shit and Andre caught it too.

"I love you" he said turning to me. "I love you so fucking much"

"I know" I said grinning. "I know, I love you too" I gripped his fingers and leaned my head on his shoulders.

"I love you" he whispered and I realised he was taking to Ayden who grinned and then turned around so that he wasn't looking at us.

"Thank you for this, for my family" he said finally looking around at all of our family. Our two boys, our girl, my sister and her husband and our soon to be two nieces. Beck and Jade and their two boys, Cat and Robbie...hell even Sikowitz and Sinjin, who had been in our lives for a long time as well.

There was a chapter closing today and it was a good thing I realised.

"Thank you for this" I repeated back "My family"

Andre grinned and I leaned back onto his shoulder watching my family and knowing that I was, completely and utterly, victorious.

So this is a story of a boy and girl and how they came to be, this is a story of friendship and love and how it came to be, because I was Tori and he was Andre and we loved each other even when we didn't.

This is a story of us, of Ayden, of being Victorious.

So I finish this account with a message, I suppose some of this story you don't want to read, I suppose some of this story you've tried to rip your hair out and swear at me for taking so long. But we were the lucky ones, we were Victorious. And I was Tori Vega.

So I write this story to you to all of you and most especially to my boy Ayden, this is a story of a boy and girl and how they came to love each other and how they came to love each other.

And so because I think I may have gone on too long for you to take notice.

So Ayden I dedicate this story to you.

And I dedicate it to you for you have stayed with us until the very end.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I hope you are all victorious.

Love:

-A director,

-A redheaded girl,

-An Actor,

-A girl who liked scissors

-A sister

-A father

-And a mother.

Aka. The Victorious Gang.

I hope i ended this well for you, aka-the father is Andre...just sticking that one in...

No Fanfic can be written without someone willing to read it and let you know what they think so this story is for all of you. Thank You doesn't seem to be the right sentiment but that's all i got so Thank You all.

Happy Reading...