A/N: Thank you for the reviews and PMs. This is the final chapter. Thank you for reading.

Keep an eye out for my new Nalex fic this weekend. ;)

Weeks later...

Rachel sat back on the couch and drew her fingers slowly over the curve of her water glass. Alex looked distracted through their dinner together. She often had looked that way in the months since Sean's funeral. Rachel hoped that with Alexandra killing Amanda, and the last of her programming shattered, maybe there could be more. She had thought that Alexandra was doing better, having asked her to dinner, but maybe not. Maybe this was Alex's way of telling her goodbye again. Rachel sighed quietly and placed her water glass on the end table.

Alexandra sat beside Rachel and turned a small silk bag over in her fingers. The black haired woman watched the motion of the shiny white silk.

"What's that?"

Alex licked her lips before hesitantly explaining. "I bought this ring for you when we were together in Russia. It's an engagement ring."

Rachel nodded and smiled as she continued to look down. Her eyes flicked up to Alex. "And now?"

Alex sat up straighter and looked at Rachel with a brow raised. "Its...still an engagement ring."

"I see."

Alex chuckled. "You're going to make me get on one knee to do this aren't you?"

Rachel laughed. "How often do I get to see you kneel for my pleasure?"

Alex stood up and moved in front of Rachel. She had never felt more anxious in her life.

The black haired woman leaned forward. She looked up. "This was not what I expected when you asked me to dinner." Rachel fought back the tears that pooled.

Alex kneeled. "Would you do me the honor of marrying me Rachel?"

Rachel smiled happily. "I will honor you." She squealed as Alex landed on her.

Alex slid the band on Rachel's finger. "Bout time. Now let's get naked to celebrate."

"Thought you'd never ask."

A sweet soft breeze lightly lifted and played with Alexandra's hair as she stood beside the wedding officiator. She smiled at Michael who bounced lightly in the sand. The sound of the waves was the only music needed as Rachel and Nikita joined them under the flower decked arch in front of their friends and colleagues from Division.

Alex lost herself in Rachel's pale blue eyes as the older man before them spoke of what marriage meant. She knew what it meant. It meant forever with a woman who made her truly happy and fulfilled. Her fingers tightened on the other woman's. In that moment, she felt certain that Sean was there beside her. Just like the night she proposed to Rachel. She could almost feel his smile and the warmth of his hand on hers. He was her hidden strength.

Michael smiled as he slid a ring on the finger of the woman he had loved for so long. It had been a terrible struggle, but worth every damned thing. He grinned as the white haired man urged the two couples to kiss. Michael leaned in toward Nikita. She pressed into him, her fingertips on his chest as her lips brushed his.

Alex and Rachel smiled at the picture and kissed. The setting sun, the sand between their toes, flowers arranged here and there. It was a perfect wedding. Alex pulled back to brush her knuckles along Rachel's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Rachel whispered as she leaned in for another kiss.

Birkhoff gazed at Sonia. He wondered if they would be next. He smiled at her before he stood and whistled. His clapping was soon joined by others. Division's finest dashed away happy tears as congratulations and hugs flew. The band began to play and soon the reception was in full swing, dancing and eating and laughing and loving began as the sun slowly set over the Fiji beach.

The woman on the deck of the boat off the coast put down her pair of binoculars. "I do love a wedding," she noted as she stabbed a piece of fruit out of her glass and delicately nibbled it.

An older gentleman with thinning hair and a tight smile slid another fruit laden glass beside her as he lounged nearby. "I didn't know that about you."

She looked over and smiled. "If its a miserable marriage, you can use the guilt each partner feels at their share of the misery and if its happy... well that is a whole other sort of misery."

He nodded. "Wedded bliss as a gateway to mind control and destruction. Makes sense." He raised his glass. "To the happy couples and every minute of entertainment they will provide."

Amanda raised her glass. "And to us Percy. Never let it be said that we don't bring a little something all our own to any great occasion."

He smiled and gestured to a man on the upper deck. "Sail out Raoul."