This chapter will be the last chapter, all though that doesn't mean I'm done updating---I'll add new ones in between others. (It is SO not over, trust me.) Again, this isn't neccesarily about "them," but about him finally being completely happy. It takes place after the events in the story "Trusting You," going home after he broke his leg on the ship. Funny, fluffy, and short. Just read it. Reviews ALWAYS welcome.



"You got it?"

"Yeah. I got it."

Anya stepped out of the driver's seat and went around to the passenger side anyway. Dimitri playfully swatted one of his crutches at her. "Look, your highness, when I need a valet I'll let you know."

"I just want to make sure you're covered," she laughed.

"The obsessiveness is appreciated, but I think I can handle walking."

He made it successfully out of the car and onto solid ground, and began heading up the short sidewalk to the townhouse. He stopped when he reached the door.

Anya was concerned---she was concerned at the drop of a hat the past couple days. "What?" she asked.

Dimitri turned himself around to face her, completely blocking access to the house. "You know, I think I forgot how to open a door."

"Dimitri." A "don't joke" look crossed her face.

"No, seriously!"

"Just get inside."

"And I'm seeing colors again. That tree over there looks purple. Or is it blue?"

"Fine then, if you're not gonna get inside, then let me through."

"I think I'm gonna take a nap," he said, and pretended to fall asleep, falling onto her. She shoved him back to a standing position.

"You should be in a mental hospital," Anya laughed.

"Maybe." Dimitri leaned forward on pupose this time, and smiled. "But you know what? I don't think there's any place I'd rather be than here."

He pushed her hair back and kissed her, and, for the thousandth time, thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't given up.