*sigh*

So, this isn't what I wanted it to be at all. I wrote when the Fiction was just beginning to get published, and it sounded good then, but when I was editing it earlier this week, I was like, "Wow. This is fucking garbage."

But then I decided this: What better way to end a Fiction that started bad, then went to okay, then slowly worked it's way back to bad?

I could be just critiquing myself way to hard. I am kind of tired today, and I'm not in the best mood, either.

What a shitty way to end this, huh?

Deson9t9: You know, I don't think either alternate ending would end well for Franklin. Alex would probably kill him, teaming up with the one he didn't kill in that particular ending.
Plus, it would kill me inside to have to write it.

Guest: Thank you, Anonymous Friend. I'm grateful you think Alex developed nicely, since I'm terrible at character development typically. I appreciate you, and I think I will continue writing, I just don't know if it's going to be Grand Theft Auto...

awolfnamedThaliaJackson: *cri* I'd like to think so, too.

Okay, well, I guess this is it. Thanks, you guys. Please, try to enjoy this terrible epilogue that I feel sorry for writing.

I guess if you have any questions about anything, you can DM me. I would have a lot of questions if I was reading this, tbh.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?" would probably be the biggest one.

"Wait, so, you did what to him?" Lester asked in shock the next day.

Alex grinned. "Punched him in the balls."

"My God, Alex!" He started to laugh as she passed him a glass of whiskey. "You're kidding, right?"

"Of course I'm not kidding," she answered with a head shake. "It doesn't matter, anyhow. He's dead, and so are the other pricks who wanted us dead."

As she finished speaking, Michael, Trevor and Franklin came into Michael's living room. Alex smiled and stood up. Michael wrapped his arms around her in a hug as Lester rose from the couch using his cane and lifted his glass.

"Well, gentlemen and lady," he began. "We have done it."

"By "it", what do you mean?" Trevor asked. "It, meaning we pulled off the biggest job any of us will ever pull off, or it meaning rid the Earth of all the scum we could?" As he said it, he sent a pointed look in Michael's direction.

"Hey, T?" Alex put in before Michael could say anything. "No."

"What, just because there's some sort of – thing – happening between the two of you does not give him a break from my sarcastic comments, okay?"

"Could we keep the fighting away for a few hours?" Franklin asked them. "Damn."

"Sorry, Frankie," Alex apologized. She took Michael's hand and pulled him over to the couch. "What were you saying, Lest?"

She went over to pour Trevor, Franklin and Michael some whisky too as Lester glanced around at everyone. "I was saying that we did it, as in we pulled off the biggest jobs of our lives and killed off a few of the worst people on planet Earth." He focused on Trevor. "Did that clear it up for you?"

"Yes, yes it did," Trevor answered. "Although, I would like something else to be cleared up." He took the glass Alex offered, and gestured to her and then Michael with it. "Listen to me, both of you. If you're going to have sex –"

"Trevor!" they exclaimed at the same time.

"What?" Alex shook her head as she handed Michael his glass. "I'm serious, if you have sex, Michael, you are going to use protection."

"Oh my God," Alex said, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Trevor…"

"Alex, I'm not kidding. If something happens to where Michael is actually able to get his boy up –"

"Trevor, enough. Okay?" She planted a grin on her face and held up her glass. "So, I propose a toast to the five of us."

"Hear-hear," Lester agreed, joining her near the TV. She gave him a grateful look, and he gave her a tiny nod of her head in return. "To the… whatever the fuck our group name is."

"We don't have one," Michael said.

"Well, maybe we should make one!" Alex broke in quickly. She looked at Lester for help, and he raised his glass even higher than she had hers raised.

"Okay! No toast to us. A toast to the uh… the reason we decided to do all of this."

"My retirement?" Michael asked with a frown.

"Yes!" Alex agreed. She let out a hoarse laugh and nodded. "Exactly. A toast to Michael's retirement, for realsies this time. Mazel tov everybody." She swallowed her shot very quickly and nodded to herself. "Alright, good, this is great! I love all of you."

"Red, are you okay?" Franklin asked her.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, Franklin," she answered. She set her empty glass down and gave everyone a tight grin. "I uh… I'll be right back, okay?"

She quickly scurried out of the living room and up the stairs. For whatever reason, she went into Michael's bedroom and sank down on his bed, putting her head in her hands. Stupid Trevor, bringing up the one thing she didn't want to think about. It was just like him.

There was a knock on the door. "Al?"

"Fuck…" she muttered under her breath. She stood up and walked over to the door, opening it to reveal a very concerned Michael.

"Are you alright?" he asked her gently.

"Yes," she answered with a firm nod. Michael titled his head, and she broke. Turning away from him, she returned to the bed, shaking her head. "No."

"What is it?" Michael followed her into the room as she sat down and returned her head to her hands. "Al, you know you can tell me anything."

"Oh, yeah, I know," Alex responded. "I just… uhm…" She let out a long breath and raised her head so that she was looking at him. When she saw the expression of worry on his face, however, she let out a very ugly noise and lowered her head again. "Nope."

"Alex."

"I just… I can't, Michael," she said quietly.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and then he sighed. "Okay. You can tell me when you're ready."

Before she could respond, there was the sound of feet on the stairs, and then there was Trevor. "Alex! I'm sorry, I didn't know that –" She gestured not so subtly to Michael with her head before shaking it. Trevor visibly bit his tongue and snapped his fingers. "I didn't know that… Michael's bedroom was so pretty!" he exclaimed. He walked over to the wall and rubbed his hand against it. "So, so pretty."

Michael turned away from Trevor and looked at Alex, crossing his arms. "What's going on?"

"Okay," Alex sighed, standing up. "Michael, I uh… the sex thing's a weird topic for me."

He gazed at her for a moment, a strange look on his face. "What?" he finally asked.

"Jesus," Trevor muttered. "She doesn't want you to put your old man dong inside her, sugar tits."

Michael looked from him to Alex. "That's it?"

Alex nodded weakly. "I… I don't like it. It's not… it isn't something I like to do, which might sound strange, but it's the truth. I'm sorry, Michael, but… I don't know if we'll be having sex anytime soon."

Michael's brow furrowed for a moment, and then he shrugged. "That's okay."

"What?" Alex and Trevor asked at the same time.

"I said that it's okay." He gave her a reassuring grin. "If you don't want to have sex, I'm not going to make you, because I care about you."

"Oh please," Trevor sighed. They both looked at him, and he held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry, just not comfortable with this romance thing." He started to move towards the door again, keeping his hands up. "I was never here."

As soon as he was out of the room, Michael returned his gaze to Alex. "Listen," he began, taking her face in his hands. "I'm not kidding. If you prefer not to do the do, as the kids say, we won't."

Alex let out a breath and smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded and took a step back. "So, you're alright, then?" he asked.

"Yeah," she agreed after a moment, returning the grin. "I'm good."

"Good," he said. "Let's go back downstairs and celebrate, then."

She nodded, and he led her out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. As soon as they reached the living room, Lester was apologizing: "I didn't want to tell them."

"Hey, it's alright, Lest," she told him. "Trevor actually made it easier."

Her mentor merely shrugged humbly. "Yeah, that's what I do." He waited a few moments before he said, "So uh… what does this mean, exactly?"

"It means that… we probably won't have sex right away, but it'll happen. Eventually."

"Ew," Franklin and Trevor muttered at the same time.

"Hey, T, it's no different from you and that stripper," Alex said.

"What stripper?"

"The stripper you stole from the Unicorn right after we came to LS," she explained. "Remember? The blond?"

"Oh." Trevor licked his lips nervously and took another shot of whisky. "Right." He held out his glass towards Franklin, who was pouring a new one for himself. "Quick."

Franklin stopped mid-pour to switch the stream to Trevor's glass. He swallowed the alcohol quickly and then stood, shaking out his shoulders. "Right. Well, I think this has been enough celebrating," he said after a moment. "I'm gonna be on my way, you know, because I have a business to run."

He bowed to Alex and then exited the living room, the front door closing in his wake. "Huh," Lester commented after a moment. "He must have killed her."

"Probably," Franklin agreed. He waved his hand and finished his own glass. "I gotta go, too. I promised Lamar we'd do somethin' today." He shook his head. "I'm scared to know what he got planned." He waved his hand. "I'll holla at y'all."

"Later, Frankie," Alex said as he walked from the living room and left the house. She sank down on the couch beside Michael while looking at Lester. "How'd you get here?"

"Cab," Lester answered. She nodded, and he let out a frustrated breath before picking up his cane and putting his glass down on the side table. "I guess I'll be going home that way, too."

As he stood up, Michael glanced sideways at Alex. She raised an eyebrow, and he turned back to Lester. "Hey, Lest?" Lester stopped and looked over his shoulder at them. Michael offered him a small smile. "Thank you. For everything."

Lester rolled his eyes. "Not really your character, pal."

"Yeah, I know," Michael answered, "but let me be sentimental for once."

Lester waved his free hand at him and waddled out of the living room. Alex waited for the front door to close before she shook her head and poured herself a new class of whisky. "So, let's play a drinking game," she suggested. "Drink every time Trevor comments on our love life within the next four times we see him."

"What if we don't have any alcohol?" Michael asked.

Alex looked at him. "If you think we'll be able to get through the next four Trevor meetings without alcohol, woof." She swallowed another shot and shook her head. "You got more balls than me."

"I would hope so," Michael said with a good natured shake of his head.

"Oh, hey, if it's a sarcastic comment, we take a double."

Michael reached over and pulled the whisky bottle from her hands. "Yeah, I think that's enough booze for you."

"You can never have enough booze, Mikey," Alex retorted, shaking her finger at him. "Give it back."

Instead, Michael leaned over and kissed her for a moment. When he pulled back, Alex's lips remained puckered for a moment before she licked them and nodded to herself. "Alright, that's better than booze."

"Al, what if Trevor says something that isn't necessarily wrong?" Michael asked her as she plucked the bottle from him and put the cap onto it.

She paused, thinking about it for a moment. Finally, she said, "Then… Trevor drinks."

"Alright," Michael said with a grin. "But you get to clean up his puke."

Alex scoffed and picked up the remote control. "Yeah, right."

In the words of whoever said this first: And that's all she wrote.

I love you guys. Take care.