Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. I didn't say it, I disclaimed it.

A/N: This is it, folks! The final countdown... the big finale... the last chapter of this epic journey that is Crellie. Two weeks ago, I started this fic with this ending in my mind. I pretty much had a few things I wanted to happen and a few changes occured, but this ending has always been the same. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I and I will miss writing this story. Again, thanks to all the reviews, alerts and small little friendships I've made. You guys are seriously awesome beyond words. Without further adieu, the epilogue...

One Week Later...

The Saturday afternoon sun seemed to shine brighter on the unseasonably warm April day. Children could be heard screaming down the street, playing games of tag and running through their urban playground. This was New York, a city that was as vibrant as the people, as alive as the stories and as welcoming as the bright sun above. It was a clear sky, only speckles of clouds, nothing but the sun and the city. In short, it was the perfect spring day.

To the untrained eye, this was like any other day, nothing special but the attire you were allowed to wear. But if you looked across the street, you would find three people, one who seemed to be partically skipping down the street, smiling from ear to ear, another with fiery red hair with a appreciative smirk on her mug. And last a rather tall one, walking aimlessly with the woman's hand in his own, neither here or there, just present. They seemed to be content in their stride, not on a journey or a pilgrimage, just accepting their present state. As they walked to the corner bistro, you could almost see the twinkle in the taller one's eyes as he looked down at his companion's smile. The shorter one pulled the couple along, leading them to their seats.

As their meal progressed, you could hear small snippets of the conversation. The shorter man laughed as he told them about his trip, "I swear, the old bag was swerving in and out of the road. I had to drive up next to her to see if she was alseep."

The redhead laughed out loud, "Did you honk your horn?"

"Of course I did. But then all the other cars started honking their horns at me."

The taller one snorted, "Typical." The others laughed as well as their food arrived. Without caution, the redhead stole several fries from the taller one's plate, smiling coyly as he took some of hers.

The shorter one pointed, "Why are you eating each other's fries?"

The redhead shrugged, "It's more fun." She proceeded to take a handful from the shorter one's plate. "See?"

The taller one laughed, tossing back the remainder of his own fries, "Yeah... you really need to keep up."

"Apparently." The shorter one hovered over his plate, smacking the redhead's hand as it made it's way across the table. "Don't even think about."

The redhead crossed her arms, "Yours are gross anyway." She smirked, looking at the shorter one eat. "You need to relax."

The taller one wrapped his arm around the redhead, letting her lean her head on his shoulder. The shorter one scoffed, "I think you guys are relaxed enough."

The redhead shrugged, "I guess you're right."

The taller one took a fry from the redhead's plate, getting a well-deserved nudge in the side. He chuckled, "Real nice, Nash." The shorter one laugh as the redhead through a fry at his head, causing an uproarious laughter, touching every cresent of the street.

The readhead simply smirked, sighing, "I think I may not come back to work... ever." She snorted as she looked at her two counterparts reactions. She shrugged, "I'll miss Alice, but the work..." She made a thoughtful expression, It's good, it's just so..."

"Boring."

"Bland."

"Not you." The taller one nudged her, "You could write for anything... do something fulfilling... or more like you."

The redhead shrugged, "I suppose I can return the call I got a few days ago from my pal with Rolling Stone."

The shorter one squealed, "You really suck, you know that."

The redhead nodded smugly, "I know." She leaned back on the taller one's shoulder, letting a giggle escape. She widened her eyes, finding the other two chuckle at her slip.

The shorter one smiled, looking at the couple in front of him, "I'm glad I came down here. I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

The taller one snorted, "Missed what?" He proceeded to give a wink, causing the shorter one to chuckle some more.

The redhead looked back and forth at the two, seemingly puzzled, "Did I miss something?"

The shorter pointed at his chin, "Yeah, you got a spot of mustard right there."

The redhead chuckled, "Thanks... ass."

The shorter one nodded, "It's my job."

The trio chuckled some more, enjoying one's company and finding the Saturday sun a blessing in disguise. The other patrons hadn't a clue they were in the presence of a journalist, a rock star or a social worker. All they saw was a redhead, a shorter gentleman and a tall guy in shades.

And that's all they needed to know.

That's it! Thanks again to all the people who read this story... you guys are insanely awesome. And for my unsung readers out there, tell me how you liked it. It's your last chance! A big thanks to the ones who did.

I have a few more Crellie stories up my sleeves and a couple of one-shots, so if you have any ideas or suggestions or just want to talk, swing by my profile. I'll always respond to the best of my ability! Also, to find out exactly when I'll update on new stories featuring this couple, be sure to alert me or add me to your Favorites.

I always try to end my stories with a quote so this one is from the last line in the final song the Beatles recorded together. It's an awesome quote, one of my faves.

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

Yours Truly, MrsBigTuna