Please don't kill me! I remember clearly saying I'd have this up before long, but obviously that was wrong…my only excuse is that my life got pretty hectic and it's only now settling down again. I've learnt my lesson though. Try and write as much of your story as you can before you start posting. Anyway, thankyou so much to everybody who reviewed or favourited this; it makes me very happy! Amorina, lilithkv, She'sAManiac, ChaoticPython, shivs, Dr Cox (haha), Bells of Tomorrow, restinbeatz, shopgirl152, Outrageous-Oval (yes my name is a quote from Xander in Buffy!), Reptar Bars, Spuffy57, miki-miki-omo, Elma MacBetsy, and especially rarax1 and My-Alphabet-Soup, you guys are all awesome! :) Now, the final chapter, which is really more of an epilogue, hence its shortness compared to Chapter 1:
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Today is easier than I thought it would be. I can't believe I was actually…well, nervous about seeing everybody again at the bar- could I possibly be any more of a pansy? Actually, I'm kinda surprised by how many people are here. Guess my seemingly limitless ability to alienate and inspire fear in others isn't as powerful as I'd like to think. I gotta say though, I'm sure as hell not complaining.
"I'm glad you finally shaved," Carla smiles, patting the side of my face as I stand with one arm around her and one around Jordan.
I chuckle. She's right; looking back, there's really nothing more effective for looking like a deadbeat, murderous, hey-Mummy-why-is-that-man-talking-to-a-brick-wall-type than the combination of untidy four-day-growth and a bottle of scotch. It feels good to laugh and joke about that now. It helps.
Barbie and her boy-toy approach me next. Keith actually seems a little worried about coming over, although- heh –I guess I can see why. The last time we saw each other I basically gave him the old stink eye till he cracked, paving the way for his girlfriend to regale me with tales of her neurotic love-life. Nevertheless, Barbie tells me how glad she is that I'm back, and I find myself on the receiving end of a high-five, first from Keith and then from Gandhi, who's taken up his rightful place as one half of the symbiotic organism that is Turla.
Of course, tomorrow at Sacred Heart I'll be back to degrading and mocking these people- except perhaps Carla. Hell, that's the way it should be, the status quo, and I won't have it any other way. I'm sure everybody else knows it as well. I'm just hoping they also know that I damn sure won't be forgetting this any time soon. As Barbie pats me on the shoulder, her simple gesture taking me somewhat by surprise, I realise that, yeah, they probably do know.
I notice the Janitor leaning nonchalantly against the wall. He catches my eye and raises his bottle to me in a silent greeting, which I reciprocate. It's a split second which makes me wonder whether the Janitor really is as off the deep end as he generally appears. My bet? Probably not. Guess that's just the role he's taken up over the years…and who am I to comment on that?
I glance around the bar, trying to find the familiar face of the person to whom, right now, I owe a hell of a lot to. I finally spot him, hair so unsurprisingly covered in product that if he goes within a metre's radius of an open flame his whole head will probably catch alight. Though really, this trait amuses more than it irritates. I approach him, and as usual, a myriad of girl's names shoot through my mind- my inventory to sift through for whenever I feel like calling him something other than Newbie: Stephanie, Clara, Michelle, hmm, haven't used Miranda before…but finally I settle on calling him by what he deserves to be called by, at least at this moment.
The young doctor turns in slight surprise before looking back to the front of the bar, which I'm grateful for. I mean come on, I'm not exactly an expert at this stuff. But what I'm about to say, I damn sure mean.
The surprised look crosses the kid's face again before he softly replies, without any of his usual goofiness or spacing out.
In the face of all this sincerity, I steel myself and decide to go for broke. Taking advantage of the fact that Newbie is still facing away from me, I lean forward and grasp his shoulder. If half of the appreciation I feel for having him around- hell, not even just having him around through all this crap either, but in general- gets through in that gesture, it'll have been worth it.
Oh God though, I really do need to retreat. Being around Janine for extended periods of time tends to make me act wildly out of character- I've never met anyone like the girl before. No…I really haven't.
Clearly Newbie is still affecting me, because as I move away, I find myself shaking hands with Beelzebob himself, while he tells me how happy he is that I've made it through everything. Incredible…I glance behind me and notice that Elyse is back in his dream-world again, a slight smile on his face. It's occurring to me that there's a good chance he's planning some sort of Newbie-style welcome back party. I really don't put it past that kid. Ah, well. Just as long as there's no singing.
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