Myka walks out of the doctor's office in a daze, barely able to believe the words that had been spoken: no signs of cancer.

"Are you ok darling?" Helena asks when Myka sits down in the car without a word.

Myka can hardly grasp being cancer-free at her six-month follow up appointment. She had spent the last week preparing for the worst, snapping at everyone who told her not to worry. Myka had convinced herself that there would be a recurrence, that she and Helena would be looking at months of treatment at best and metastases beyond hope at the worst.

Instead Myka is looking at not coming back to this awful building for another 6 months. Instead she's looking at trying to figure out how to live her life after cancer. Instead she's looking at Helena and wondering what it will be like to stop thinking about how they will get over the next hurdle and to start thinking about what their future will hold.

Myka lunges forward and pulls Helena to her for a kiss. Helena kisses back a little roughly, a little desperately, reminding Myka that Helena too has been terrified even as she remained calm for Myka's sake. Hands weave into the short hair on Myka's scalp, and it feels so good that Myka thinks she might start crying. Helena presses their bodies closer together, and in the embrace Myka feels everything that her lover has kept so neatly walled away through the treatments for Myka's sake.

"God I love you Helena."

"I love you too," Helena says, as a smile so wide that her cheeks ache lights up her face.

Myka's laughing with joy then, laughing so hard that she's crying, as she looks at Helena. Myka had wondered whether she could be enough for HG Wells, whether an awkward girl from a small town could possibly be enough. But the way Helena is looking at Myka leaves no doubt: the prospect of years together brings the writer such joy.

"I feel like dancing," Myka exclaims. For the moment the fatigue is absent, for the moment she forgets the chemo-induced neuropathy that makes walking difficult on the bad days. Right now Myka can only focus on celebrating with the woman she loves.

Helena chuckles as her hands find the bare flesh where Myka's shirt has ridden up. Helena needs to touch Myka, needs to feel the soft skin no longer dry and pale from chemo.

"Take me dancing Helena."

"Your wish is my command darling. Though I am loath remind you that we are still in Univille. There isn't much in the way of places to go dancing."

"It doesn't matter where we go. We can dance at the warehouse for all I care. I just want to dance with you." Myka watches Helena's lips curve further upward and it warms parts of Myka that she had believed frozen and lost. "I just want you."

Helena had been ready to step aside once Myka was well, she had never expected a life together as payment for her support, would never let Myka be with her because she felt indebted.

And so, it takes Helena's breath away to see clearly how much Myka loves her. How even now, as Myka accepts for the first time the possibility of a future consisting of more than a few painful months or years if she is lucky, she wants Helena. Myka looks at Helena like she could never get enough, like even if they live a hundred more years, she could never possibly want anyone other than Helena.

"I think you should drive somewhere though," Myka says, "because I am so damn tired of seeing this hospital."

Helena reaches forward to steal one more kiss from Myka before driving away.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read this story. I hoped you enjoyed this fluffy little epilogue. I would love to know what you thought of the story. I'll be back to working on If You Fell Down Yesterday, Stand Up Today soon. That story is in my mind a sequel to this one, and picks up with our favorite ladies a couple of years in the future.