A/N: Finally...the end. To those of you that have been reading this crazy tale, sorry for the long wait.

Earth, Autumn Equinox in the very distant future

A baby's cry rent the night as bright blue eyes searched for the voice the babe had heard for nine months. It was cold and bright in this strange place, but all of that disappeared with the arms that tenderly cradled the babe.

"Hello my wee lassie. We've been waiting for you."

And so it was…the beginning of the new Hughes witches.

Elsie watched her daughter, amazed at the woman she'd become. She'd been the only child Charles and Elsie had, but she'd never complained of being lonely.

"She's grown into a fine young woman, Elsie." Charles whispered as he slipped his arms around his wife's waist. "I find it odd that she remembers coming to help us so long ago."

"She's Time, Darling. Of course she remembers."

"Did you know that she would be Time as you are?"

"I wasn't sure. Even with my powers, there was still so much I didn't know about her. I never dreamed she'd be immortal as we are."

"Is it because she's Time? Or could it be because both of her parents are immortals?"

"Probably a combination of the two." Elsie laughed as she watched her grandchildren sneak up on Violet. "I'm glad Gran finally came to us."

"She missed Igor."

"She still misses him, but being here with her family helps the loneliness."

Charles gently rocked Elsie back and forth. "Do you think she'll find another love?"

Elsie shook her head. "No. Igor was her once in a lifetime, and it's a very long lifetime. She's safe here, and happy. We'll always be here so she'll never be lonely again. Our daughter started a new bloodline that will continue on for years to come. None of us will ever be alone again."

Pressing a kiss to her head, Charles turned Elsie in his arms and smiled down at her. "I think we've gone far beyond the legend. Do you think she knew that we would?"

"I think there is a lot about Gran that we don't know. She's seen and done so much more than we know and I don't think that she'll ever tell us all of it."

"Haven't you seen it all when you've touched her?"

"No. She's built walls that block me from seeing the painful things. She's the only person alive that can do that. My mother could, but she had far sight as I do. With Gran," Elsie shrugged. "It must be that she's The Ancient One."

"Don't let her hear you call her that." Charles chuckled.

Elsie grinned. "She'd have my head."

Charles nodded and pulled her close. "Why don't we take a little walk? They won't miss us."

"Elisabeth will know we've gone." Elsie reminded.

"And she'll do what she's always done." Charles did his own reminding. "She'll grin and shake her head."

Elsie turned to look back out the window. "She's amazing, Charlie. Thank you."

"I need no thanks, Elsie. All I need is the love that you give me." He shrugged. "Besides, it's I who should be thanking you. You did all of the hard work. I was just…there."

Elsie cupped his cheek, her gaze soft as she smiled up at him. "You weren't, just there, as you put it, Darling. Who was it that sang her to sleep at night when she wouldn't let me rest? Who was it that read to her? Who was it that had to put up with my loss of control over my powers when my labor started?" Elsie giggled at that one. "Who was it that held on for dear life when we started blinking in and out of the room?"

Charles laughed and patted her hip. "I was very glad when we managed to stop. I really don't like traveling like that."

Elsie winked. "I don't much care for traveling like that, either."

"That was a wild time. Though not as wild as the first time you lost control of your powers around me."

"The time you met our daughter."

Charles smiled and leaned down to kiss Elsie. "Yes," he whispered against her lips, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss.

Elsie hummed her pleasure then sighed when she felt her oldest granddaughter's mind touch hers. "Charlie," she murmured as she pulled out of their kiss. "The children are asking where Nana and Pops are at." She couldn't help but laugh when Charles rolled his eyes at the name.

"Tell me again why they chose Pops?"

Elsie shrugged. "You know that Gran suggested it. I think she knew you would roll your eyes. She is where I get my cheek."

"Yes, she is." Charles smiled. "Come on then, Nana. And tell them it's not nice to interrupt where Pops can't hear them."

Elsie's laughter filled the air around them as they walked outside to join their family.

CnE

"Nana, did you really save the life of your grandmother?"

Elsie smiled at the little boy that looked so much like her husband. "Yes, Eddie, I did. I didn't know who she was when I saved her life, though."

"Mam says Sister looks like her."

"Sassy does look like Lady Sybil."

"Nana." Sassy grumbled. "Aren't I too old for that name?"

Elsie raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

Charles chuckled and patted his granddaughter on the head. "Now, now, Love. You know how you got that name. I do believe you're stuck with it."

"It's Nana's fault."

Violet laughed when Elsie spluttered. "Well at least she doesn't lay blame at my feet as someone else I know does."

Elsie grinned at the older woman. "Gran," she whispered.

Violet sighed good naturedly. "I suppose I can take the blame for all of it."

"Well you are the beginning of the bloodline." Charles reminded.

"No need to remind me of how old I am."

Elsie laughed then looked down when she felt a tug at her skirt. "What is it, Lassie?"

"Nana, tell us 'bout Time and da Moon."

Elsie smiled as she lifted the youngest of her grandchildren onto her lap. "You want to hear about Time and the Moon again? Haven't you heard that story enough?"

"No!" chorused around her and Elsie smiled over at Charles.

"Fine then."

"Pops has to help." Eddie spoke up as he settled in at his grandmother's feet. "I like his AI voice."

Elsie laughed when Charles growled, "Stupid bucket of bolts," as he settled beside her. Kissing his cheek, she held his gaze a moment then turned her attention back to their grandchildren, noticing that the rest of the family had gathered closer as well.

"Long ago, in the last year of the Triad, two bairns were born at the same moment…"