Disclaimer: See first chapter.

A/N: This is rather bittersweet for me. When I post this, I'll change the status to complete. I still haven't decided if I'll write another one, or for what. On a side note, why do they always do this to us? They made them canon, now they barely spend any time onscreen together. One, maybe two scenes! It's annoying as anything. That said, please, enjoy the last chapter of my mini-epic, and any lurkers out there, I'd love to know what you thought of it all. Here goes.

Zero

Number of times he pictured her, smiling and happy again for a brief moment, on his way home the day he made the impulsive flight to Montana? Ten.

Number of dresses she discarded before settling on the one she wore for their first anniversary date? Nine.

Number of presents he bought her in the first two months of their relationship, just because she was his and he wanted her to know how much that meant? Eight.

Number of times she put her hand to her lips in the first hour after their first kiss? Seven.

Number of times he tried to get her to kiss him in the lab before he realized that if he waited, she'd more than reward him? Six.

Number of blind dates she rejected before breaking down and telling Stella she was already quite happily taken, thank you very much? Five.

Number of vacation days he used to see her through the trial and the recovery of equilibrium that followed? Four.

Number of times she managed to tell him she loved him before he kissed her senseless? Three.

Number of times he let her apologize for his injuries before he couldn't take it and distracted her? Two.

Number of times she had to think about it when he asked her to marry him? One.

Number of people who were happier and better suited? Zero. And that, as they say, was that.