A/N- It's all over- for now. Thanks for sticking with me to the end! Big plans for Will and Amy, still. And Bran and Jane and all our favorite people... But for now I'm worn out- the stresses of motherhood and an impending wall of writers' block promise that it will be a while. I promise that when the sequel hits, it will be worth the wait. So here's the last of it. Enjoy!

Epilogue

"He's leaving today, isn't he?" Candace asked over her basket of French fries. The T-Rex grill was nearly empty today, and Amy was glad for that. She wanted to be mostly alone with her thoughts.

She nodded at her best friend. "He is." She looked at her watch, and then reached for her crutches. "In fact, I need to go see him off at the airport."

"Do you want me to come with you?" It was a genuine offer, but Amy knew that seeing Will would only dredge up painful memories of last week's adventure for her.

"No, that's okay. I've got it."

Candace nodded. There was still a nasty bruise on the side of her face where she had hit her head in the explosion. One wrist was in a cast, and the other arm was sheathed completely to just above the wrist. Amy was glad that they had gotten out of there alive. "Alright. Tell him good luck for me."

"I will," Amy smiled, and then gathered up her things awkwardly. She was still getting used to these crutches. At least she could still drive her automatic with her good foot. She would be dying of cabin fever if her other leg had broken or if she had a manual transmission.

She hobbled back to the dorms to drop off her books and get a warmer jacket. The wind was chill and picking up, and the sky was gray and gloomy again, threatening snow later tonight. She almost wished that it would snow now, and keep him here. She knew that he had a duty to do, but she didn't want to let him go.

She drove out into the desert, past the ruined mineral plant. She liked to take the back way to the tiny airport instead of the freeway. It helped her to think and to clear her mind, and goodness only knew how much she needed that right now. It was all she could do to keep from crying. It wasn't fair that she had finally fallen in love and he had no choice but to leave her.

She had helped him pack last night and early this morning, before she went to class. Not a whole lot was said, but she knew that he could hear what she was thinking, and he knew that she could read him like a book. He hadn't bothered trying to hide what he was feeling. He had never expected to find anyone like her in this backwoods Wyoming town. "It's what I have to do to make things right," he had finally said before she left for class. She wasn't sure if he had been trying to convince her or himself or maybe both.

"Yes, it is," she had replied. The dreams since the fire in the warehouse had been very clear on that point. In a way she was glad that Merriman and the Lady both saw that the blame lay with Will, but she almost wanted to keep him safe from their reproach. Just because he had been the one to make the choice didn't mean that she hadn't wanted him to make it.

She arrived at the airport, and sat in the car for a moment, composing herself. The tiny plane that would take Will to Denver and then to who knew where was sitting at the gate, its engines humming. She had deliberately timed this so that they wouldn't have long before he had to board the plane. She didn't want the kind of long goodbye that she had been falling into at the dance the other night. They had said all they needed to say last night, except the final farewell.

She hobbled into the airport, looking for her Englishman. He was waiting near the security checkpoint, passport in hand. He saw her, and that charming grin that she had first loved about him came to his face. He wrapped his arms around her as she reached him. "I was starting to worry you wouldn't come," he told her.

"I wouldn't forget." She dug in her coat pocket for the thing she had bought two days ago, when he told her that he was leaving. It was a tiny angel pin, with a sparkly blue crystal set in it. "Here," she told him, enfolding it in his hand. "I may not be able to come with you, but you know that I am with you in spirit anyway." She blushed. It sounded so sappy when she actually said it out loud.

He laughed and kissed her on the forehead, then pinned it to the lapel of his wool coat. "And I with you." He drew her into his arms, holding her there for a minute. "I will find him. And then I want you to come to England with me and meet my family. They would love you."

She looked up sharply. "Do you mean that?"

He nodded. "When this is all over, I want you to come to England. I want you to meet everyone. Bran, and Jane and her brothers, and my sisters and my older brother Stephen especially."

"I would love that," she told him. She looked up as the boarding call came over the intercom.

"I should go now," he told her.

"I know." She felt the lump in her throat grow, and she shook her head with a smile.

"What?" he asked gently.

"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry, and here I'm about to do just that."

He laughed quietly, and hugged her again. "I will call you as soon as I get to the east coast. I'm sure he's gone to either D.C. or New York. Don't worry about me."

"I won't." She tilted her head back to look up at him, and found herself being kissed. When he stepped back, she smiled. "You take care of yourself, Old One."

"You as well, Dream-Seeker. There are still things for you to do." Then he had turned, walking through the metal detector. She shook her head. She wasn't going to say the actual word "goodbye." That would mean that she wasn't going to see him again soon.

She walked out to the parking lot, and got into her car. She let herself cry then, where he couldn't see or possibly know, although she was sure that he might guess. She stayed until the plane was off the ground, and then steered her car back out into the desert.

It started to snow softly, and the world was for a moment quiet.

THE END