Alright, everyone. This is the end. The last chapter. It's sad, isn't it? Thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing. I hope to start a new story soon. Probably something I adopted from the Twilight forum thread. But, once again, thanks for everything, everyone.

-Qui tacet consentit (Reesespeices88)

Notes to readers:

musicalspazz13- if you're still reading this, I'm sorry you don't like it. I know I can't please everyone, and I figured the most important to person to please is yourself. I personally like it much better when Jesse comes alive. It makes things much less complicated lol. Well, I hope you have better luck in finding fan fics that you like (reading a good fic is always nice), and again, I'm sorry you didn't like mine.

PiP (Tory)- no, they didn't kiss. Just hug. ;-)

Clavel- I know... I can't believe I wrote Paul likeable. It's not me. But it worked. At least, I think it did.

E P I L O G U E

(One year later)

Suze's POV

Jesse and I were pleased to see that Ava and Paul had apparently hit it off on their blind date. They didn't start going out right away, but Ava (who is now a friend of mine- though not as close as Cee Cee or Gina will ever be) says that after the initial date, they started talking more and more, and Paul finally asked her out officially a few weeks later. They've been going steady ever since- which finally got Paul off my back, not to mention Jesse's. Best of all, they seem blissfully happy together.

Jesse and I are still together, obviously. In May, he moved out into a small apartment in town, and got a job working at one of the many art galleries in downtown Carmel (authors note: there's been an official mayoral limit on the number of art galleries in Carmel. I heard it on the news. There are already 134, I believe, enough for one to every 30 residents) and also helps Father Dominic at the mission every once in a while.

In the Spring, we graduated. Jesse is heading to Harvard (no surprise. Luckily, Father D. managed to work something out with his school records- though he adamantly denies that he forged them, I have strong suspicions otherwise.) Ava is going to a smallish liberal arts school near Philadelphia, and Paul is going to a college in New York, majoring in legal studies. Cee Cee is going to Stanford, majoring in Journalism, and, while I got into several different colleges, I opted for Boston University, in interests of being close to Jesse. My mother didn't flip out when I happened to choose a college near where my boyfriend was going (she eventually figured out that Jesse and I were going out in April, when she walked in on us making out in my room. It isn't a coincidence that he moved out in May.) only because she liked Jesse and BU was a good school.

That summer, I worked at Pebble Beach again to help pay for college- unfortunately, I couldn't buy many cute pairs of shoes or anything, since I was saving. I did splurge on an awesome (and comfortable) pair of boots.

"Are you bringing these?" Jesse asked. My mom was out buying last minute things I needed- toiletries and the like- while Jesse and I were packing my stuff into two big suitcases- our plane left tomorrow afternoon. He held up one of the boots.

"Put those over here. I'm wearing them on the plane." I folded up a pink skirt and placed it in the suitcase.

"Nombre de Dios, Susannah, how many pairs of shoes do you have?" Jesse asked incredulously from my closet, where he was going through the shoes.

"A girl needs as many shoes as she can get her hands on," I replied, grinning at him. He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and continued pulling out pair after pair of pumps, sneakers, boots, and sandals.

Half an hour later, I was suitably pleased with what I had packed for the year ahead. I zipped up the suitcase and collapsed onto my bed, and Jesse flopped himself down next to me. I turned towards him. "Do you need any help with your stuff?" I asked.

"I packed everything before coming here," he said, smiling. I sighed.

"I can't believe we're leaving for college tomorrow!" I exclaimed suddenly. I was so excited about leaving home. I was a little bit worried, though- college can break up relationships easily, and even though Jesse and I were close to each other, geographically and emotionally speaking, I still had a lot of questions and anxiety about whether we would last through the four years. Jesse grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"It's amazing, isn't it? In my time, I went to school until I was 14, then I had to work on the ranch. College was never an option." Jesse had assimilated into modern day culture so well, sometimes I can't believe that he really grew up in the 1840's, except when he makes comments like that- which he only makes around me, for obvious reasons. "And I've never left California. It's so amazing what people of today have available to them." I nodded silently, contemplating what he said. the hand that was holding mine let go, and he rolled over onto his side to face me, and held my waist loosely with one hand.

I sat up and kissed him lightly, then, as he responded, a little bit harder. His arms tightened around me, and he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. After several minutes of this, he pulled away, breathing a little bit faster. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, and I smiled at him. "I love you too." I leaned back down to kiss him again, and I knew at that moment that everything between us would always be perfect.

THE END.

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I'm finally, completely, finished. It took nearly 6 months, but it's complete. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, good or bad. Your feedback means so much to me. I hope you all liked the story. I'm hoping to start something new within the next two or three months. Maybe I'll write it all in advance and post a chapter every day. That would be ambitious of me, wouldn't it? ;-)

AGAIN, thanks to all of you.

Love always,

QTC.