Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters. Sadness.

A/N: Holy shit! *gets buried under classwork* And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason to have pretty much everything written out before publishing. My free time...is not. So anyway, here's the last bit. Beware of tying-up-plotline-ness and bits of sap. It may stick. Hope you have enjoyed yourselves. To the person who brought up sequels...yes, this is very open for one. No, you're not getting it from me. Writing this got rid of the plotbunny that bit me in the ass, I got no more. If someone else wants to carry on, feel free, just tell me where to find it. And please don't abuse my characters too much (I don't own them, but I'm still attached). Anyway, hit the nice little button at the bottom and tell me what you thought. Like it, hate it (I'm assuming not since you stuck through this long), you were here, found a typo... Enjoy. See you again when I finally manage to finish the other fic I'm working on.

Epilogue

The beeping of an alarm clock made me bolt upright. Unfortunately, the sudden change in position ended with me in an uncoordinated sprawl on the floor. Damn alarm. I'd never needed one before.

I disentangled myself, grabbed clothing, and limped my way down the hall to the bathroom. A week after my experience with jumping out of trees and I was still limping, courtesy of the fact that I'd managed to both tear a ligament and squash the hell out of the cartilage in my knee. I had a brace on it, and it was healing, but that didn't make it less annoying.

A shower and clean clothing later I felt slightly better and hauled myself down to the kitchen where Heero was making breakfast and generally being too gracefully awake for being woken by a heart-attack inducing beeping noise in his ear. He handed me scrambled eggs and I eyed it a bit dubiously; I was still getting used to the three square meals of actual food a day idea.

The police had been…okay, there are no adjectives to describe their reaction at the full story of what had been going on. But they had said they'd do something about it. Not that that affected me, it was all legal shit and evidence finding to nail whoever was actually running the kidnap-and-kill operation.

The bit that had affected me was the bureau's determination not to just shove us twelve street kids back onto the streets. Quatre, obviously, had been sent home, with extra bodyguards. But for the rest of us…the ten kids who survived from that last boat had been sent into orphanages and foster homes. I'd have been worried, but I talked to Ret and she said that they'd all try the setup and take off for the streets again if it didn't work out. If that worked for them.

Interestingly enough, Heero and Wufei had spoken for both me and Trowa. We'd been called "fit to be part of the police force" or something sufficiently corny along those lines. What weirded me out the most was that apparently Heero and Wufei's boss had listened to them and we'd both been offered positions, mostly relating to undercover or street work, with the provision we had psychological counseling first. Read as: the bureau didn't want to hire us if we'd lost it because of the island. Since it was the job or an orphanage, I'd taken the job. I can deal with a few couch sessions with an overpaid guy with a clipboard.

Trowa'd decided the same way; I'm pretty sure he had ideas of learning enough bodyguarding tricks to quit the force and go work independently for Quatre. Quatre'd already rigged it so he was in touch with the four of us again, and from the way those two made eyes at each other when they were talking I'd say that plan was a done deal.

Trowa'd immediately gotten into police training and asked for an advance on his first paycheck so he could get a cheap apartment. I, being injured, was slightly further back on the curve and currently restricted to learning the butt-in-a-chair bits of the job.

Which was what put me where I was now. Heero'd offered me use of his spare bedroom while I recovered and I'd taken him up on it. Nothing had happened−yet. I had hopes. And a few plans.

But back to the job side of things, I was turning out to be pretty good at computer stuff when someone showed me how to do it. Asking an older homeless guy to teach me to read, write, and figure way back when had turned out to be a stroke of genius on my part. I'd never be doing calculus, but I was doing pretty well at algebra.

Wufei'd also talked to his boss about maybe starting a training class about street fighting as compared to "official" fighting styles. That might pan out, it might fall through, who knows. I kind of hoped it went through; it would be fun to show a few cops the holes in their defenses.

As I ate the last bit of my eggs I realized Heero was staring at me. "You might as well just say it," I told him.

"The men investigating the money flow of the hunter's ring finally found enough evidence to make an arrest."

"So they caught the bad guy? Good." I was still getting stared at. "Aaaand that's not what you're procrastinating on telling me. Spit it out."

"The court hearing for any and all self-defense actions on the island went through."

I blinked. I hadn't even known that was going on. "Wait, we were getting tried and no one told us?!"

"Not exactly. It wasn't a real trial; Commander Une presented the case in a small, somewhat informal court with the express intention of getting any possible future charges dismissed before they were ever brought to court."

I held a hand up. "Wait, repeat that, only in English this time."

"Basically, the jury was told the entire story and then asked to vote on whether any self-defense killings on the island should be prosecutable or thrown out of court. They were ruled self-defense, no penalties, no future court cases."

"Oh." I really had nothing to say to that. I'm pretty sure I looked like someone had hit me in the head with a board. And there was a mess I hadn't even thought of, neatly shoved under a rug.

Heero shoved his chair out. "We need to leave or we'll be late."

"Yes, sir!" A glance at the dirty plates Heero had snitched when I wasn't looking and was putting in the dishwasher reminded me of something. "I was going to get some groceries during my lunch break. Did you want me to pick something up for dinner?" I had enough of a salary to buy food at least and I was refusing to sponge off Heero completely. Plus I knew where to go to get the best food for the least price, and I was better at bartering than he was. Ha.

"Actually…" Heero pausing. Now I was interested. "I was wondering if you might want to go out to dinner tonight." And he was staring at the wall and not looking at me. It was cute.

"Dinner out sounds good." I was working hard to keep the stupid grin off my face. I mentally debated for a minute and then decided to say screw it. "Do I get to call it a date?" And now I was blushing.

"…If you want to." Now Heero was blushing too.

"It's a date then."

We kind of did the stare at each other thing for a minute until Heero blinked and looked at the clock. "We need to go."

"I'm up." I hauled myself out of my chair and limped over to grab my uniform jacket off the hook by the door. "How's your arm?" I asked as I shrugged the jacket on.

"Almost healed. I have full range of motion back."

"Does that mean you'll be back on active duty soon?" Heero'd been doing butt-in-a-chair work too, just in a different office than me.

"By the end of the week."

"Do me a favor and don't get shot again."

"I can't promise anything." I stuck my tongue out at him as we walked out the door.