Epilogue

Carly dragged herself in around 7AM, surprised that the apartment was quiet. Spencer was usually up long before this, making breakfast, drinking coffee, or puttering around with his latest creation. She noted that the couch was empty. One or the other of them had been on the couch every weekend for months. Hmm… she supposed Sam could have gone home, but there were her shoes abandoned in the floor. She supposed that Spencer could have gone out, but there were his keys hanging on the hook. Exhausted, she headed to her room. Nope, Sam wasn't there either. She could be in the studio, but Carly suddenly doubted it. There was somewhere else they were both likely to be. She might have been distracted lately, ok, maybe a little self-absorbed, but that didn't mean she was completely oblivious. Carly dropped her gown on the floor and fell into bed, making one announcement to the universe at large before sinking into oblivion. "Well it's about damn time!"

A/N: Friends, we made it! We finally know that it's possible for Spencer and Sam to have a future. When I started this story, my original intention was to get us to where we are now. As I wrote I realized that I could keep going (at the risk of this fix taking over my life!) But I think it's best to quit while you're ahead, and the best stories leave something to the imagination. So the only thing I can say for sure is that the Oscar Mayer Weiner jingle no longer plays when Sam calls. Spencer reprogrammed his phone, and it now plays Smile, by Uncle Kracker. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing; maybe I'll get back to this pair at some point, as I've grown quite attached to them along the way : )