So, this is The End. Hope I don't disappoint too much. I wanted it to be finished, and I'm glad it is, since I'm leaving today. Cafe scene, where Nicky hears that Jason is still alive. Not much more to explain. I left the ending kind of open. Thank you, thank you, thank you! to those that have reviewed and those that will review. I love you guys and I'm glad you like my story of one-shots. Look for me in a couple of months! Dizzy.

The cafe was small and not terribly crowded. It was the second time she'd been to it, and she knew she'd have to avoid it from now on. She didn't want people finding her just yet. So she sat her the small table and sipped her coffee and read her book. It wasn't terribly exciting, but she'd had enough excitement to last for a while. And because it wasn't totally engrossing, it was easy to occasionally take stock of the world around her, easy to keep and eye on things and an ear listening.

And then she heard something she'd never thought she would. They were talking about BLACKBRIAR. On the news. The people around her could not fathom how amazing this was, could not understand. They were simply watching the news, only vaguely wondering about it, no doubt soon to be forgotten in most cases. They didn't care about a man named David Webb. They didn't care about everything that BLACKBRIAR had done to countless men over the years. But she cared. God, how desperately she cared!

She felt a moment of panic. He'd been shot. Fell into the river. How could anyone survive that fall? But then, they hadn't found his body. She suddenly wanted to laugh. Jason had survived. It'd been three days and they hadn't found his body. She knew they never would. She smirked to herself. The people around her could not fathom how amazing he was, this man with two names. She looked down at her book for a moment, place forgotten. Closing it, she stood with the book in one hand and her coffee in another.

Feeling better about leaving now, she decided to go to her small hotel room and pack her meager belongings. Maybe she'd head south for a while. Wondering if Jason was still in New York, she tucked her book into her bag and prepared to go open the door. She stopped for a moment. Of course he wouldn't be in New York. He'd want to leave as soon as possible. It probably wasn't smart for her to stay for as long as she had, but she hadn't been able to leave before now. Not before she'd known he was okay. Jiggling the knob like she'd learned you had to do, she stepped inside and automatically tossed her purse on the table. She turned to make sure the door was closed and stood there a moment, feeling something shift.

Her heart stopped. It wasn't. It couldn't be. She calmed herself and slowly turned, leaning against the door. Her breath caught. She couldn't help it. Because there, in front of her, calmly sitting on her bed, was Jason. David. She didn't know. He smiles that half-smile that he has, the one she's never seen on Jason, and her heart stops again. It fades from his face, but it was there, and she knows it. She also knows that this isn't her David. He'll never be that man again. But this isn't Jason either. He'll never be that man again. He smiles again, that lovely half-smile that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

She takes a deep breath. He's not David, and he's not Jason, and she finds herself wanting to know this man. She half-smiles back this time, hoping yet afraid to hope. His smile grows wider, and she knows it'll be okay.