"You and I are real." His tone is as smooth and unyielding as marble—not a crack or divot to be found. "I don't know what's real when it comes to timelines. After all of the shifts and the changes we've seen, you have to wonder if there is a real timeline. Maybe they're all real. Maybe none of them are. But you and I? This? This is real." Companion to Fixed Points.

They've gone from having nothing to having everything. Five years. What a difference they can make. Post-finale fic. Spoilers through 2x12.

"I'm starting to believe that there are fixed points in history. Certain things that can't be changed. Circumstances can change. Timing can change. But the outcomes will always be the same regardless of the timeline. Like the Hindenburg. It was destined to fail. And Lincoln? He was meant to die. You and me? We're a fixed point." Post-1x16.

It's probably the hardest phone call he's ever had to endure, and he shocks himself with the way he grabs a hold of the band-aid and yanks. He doesn't want to pretend with her. Honesty is the one thing he and Lucy and Rufus have all agreed upon ever since being stranded in the godforsaken woods of the 1700s, and it's the one thing he can offer her in this situation. 2x06 spoilers.

She thinks their beginning was actually the beginning of their end. Really though, what kind of couple can have such a Hollywood-worthy beginning and then sustain a normal, functional relationship? Especially if said couple is hoping to do so across a three thousand mile chasm. A surly girl with piercings and tattoos serenading a nerdy film-buff with a 1980s hit song? Come on.