So I took a day off because I felt like crap earlier and now I'm using some of this free time to give you an update. Do you love me yet, or what? ;)


Until Vegas...

(The Final Chapter)

Catherine fumbled around the house trying to find something to do since there was no way for her to get to sleep after a dream like that. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed.

I need to call her. I haven't talked to her since the promise. Jesus, do I feel clingy and paranoid!

After three rings, the line picked up and Catherine held her breath for a moment.


"Hey," the brunette's warm tone filtered through the cell phone. "I'm glad you called."

"I'm glad you could answer."

"I always answer," Sara chuckled.

"Yeah, well…"

"Hey…I'm still okay, sweetie. But I'll be even better when I tell you my news!"

"Um, okay," Catherine softened and relaxed. "You are aware of how early it is, right?"

"Yeah, I've had a lot of packing to take care of and I couldn't sleep, so…"

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Packing? Sara…are you…?"

"That's the news. I have time off, finally! I'm headed to Vegas!"

"Oh, my God! Sara, that's amazing!"

"I know, I'm so happy right now. Listen, I can't really talk at this hour though. Mattie hates it when I keep him up so…I've got to go, but I'll call you later. Okay?"

"Um, yeah, sure. You just made my day, beautiful."

"You always make mine."

Catherine had the house completely cleaned by seven that morning, just in time to welcome Lindsey to the new day.

"Mommy, why's it so shiny in here," Lindsey asked as she walked down the stairs and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Catherine laughed. "Because I couldn't sleep and I thought to clean the place. Today's been a good day for me."

"Hmm." Lindsey childishly stumbled into the kitchen and crawled up onto one of the seats at the island. "What's for breakfast?"

"Um, what do you want?"

"I don't know. Can we go somewhere?"

"Sure, sweetie. Hmm, how about IHOP?"

Lindsey smiled and nodded. "Yeah!"

"Okay," Catherine laughed. "Why don't we relax for a little bit, then you can get ready and head out. How does that sound?"


"Alright," Catherine smiled at her blonde little angel.

"I'm leaving, Matt."

"What? You can't do that," Matt became furious with his little sister.

"I'm twenty-one years old, Mattie. You can't hold me back anymore. You never really could!"

"Are you going to her?"

"What does it matter to you?!"

"She's bad news. I'm telling you, if you walk out that door no one else but me will pick you up when smack your tight, round ass on the hard cement pavement."

"Shut up! I hate when you talk about my ass like that. You're my brother for God's sake! It's not right to refer to my anatomy like that when we're related."

"Dad used to do it all the time," he through their past in her face. "What, am I not good enough to compare to the old man? You're pathetic, you weak, intolerant bitch."

"Fuck off, loser! No one will love you. That's the only reason you want to keep me here. You think all your friends would hang around you and put up with your shit day in and day out if it wasn't for me?!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Scary Spice?"

"Prick." She squinted her eyes in a disapproving manner at his current nickname for her. "Steven Sinclair tried to get in my pants two years ago. Kevin Bailey tried to get me to pose nude for him. Said he was going to be a photographer. James Proctor swiped his tongue over every section of exposed skin of mine when I was going for a walk to clear my head, in a tank top and not-to-short-but-still-short shorts. The perfect time to get what he wanted. On top of that, you're 'best' friend in the entire universe cornered me on a cable car!"

"Those are all lies! They would never do anything like that. They really are my friends, which is more than I could ever say for you. You're the dysfunctional one."

Sara cocked an eyebrow. "Who said dysfunctional, Matt? …I think you're losing it. And that's one of the reason's why I'm going. There's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Oh yeah? Well, I think I'll be the judge of that." He advanced on her and jumped in front of the thick, wood door. "Admit that you're wrong."

"You and dad always told me not to lie. If I admit to being wrong…that would be a what? A lie."

"Just shut up and take it back, stupid bitch."

"Okay, listen to me, punk. You're really not understanding the concept of me getting the hell out of Frisco," she slammed him into the wall beside the front door and opened her way out of his life.

"Sara, Sara," Matt tried to hold her attention. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back toward him. "If you go, I'll take away everything you're running away toward."

"Yeah, right."


Catherine watched her little one clear her plate. "Wow, you are really hungry in the mornings."

"Mmhmm," she smiled at her mother and drank some chocolate milk provided in a small, children's plastic cup with a bendy straw.

Just as things seemed fine and cooling off, the ex walked in and made an arrogant beeline to their table. "Hey, pumpkin. How's my little princess doing?"

"Eddie, what are you doing here," Catherine asked with more shock then aggravation.

"I thought I would get something to eat. What, a man can't have breakfast because his ex-wife likes to eat in the morning?"

Catherine shook her head, disgusted and annoyed with the scum at their table. She looked over at her daughter and realized the youngest Willows was uncomfortable. "Honey, are you alright?"

Lindsey peered at Catherine like a deer in headlights. "Um, yeah."

Catherine released a mental sigh and tried to regain her peace and balance when a young blonde with loose curls approached.

"Eddie, we got a table," the woman said with a fake smile at seeing the family picture in front of her. Catherine looked down at the blonde's right side. The woman had her hand lightly draped over a little boy's shoulder. The boy seemed shy and had somewhat tight, natural sandy blonde curls. He was cute, but he was the tramp's kid.

"Daddy, who are they," Lindsey pointed at the woman younger than Catherine by at least five years and her child that was no more than a year older than Lindsey.

"Baby, what have I told you about pointing?" Catherine gently slapped Lindsey's directing finger down toward her plate.

"It's not nice?"

"Yes, sweetie. So stop it…please."

"Uh," Eddie became awkward again. "This is Charlene. She, uh, works at a, um, restaurant nearby my apartment."

"Hooters," Catherine callously inquired as she shot Eddie an evil glare as he came to stand and take a single step to his apparent girlfriend.

Eddie had a look that told Catherine her assumption was correct and she had to give a feral grin.

"And this, uh, this little fella here is, um, Bryce. He's, uh, our son."

Eddie had said "our son" low enough to feel secure about who didn't hear and found his shoes interesting. Unfortunately, Catherine had caught the important bit of information and her eyes bulged like bunny on crack.

"Excuse me? How the hell could he be yours? Lindsey's younger than him, I'm sure."

"Uh, well, funny story actually."

"Oh boy, am I going to love this or what," Catherine sarcastically quipped as she folded her arms over her chest. "I'm listening."

"Eddie, they aren't going to hold our table all day and Bryce is really hungry, aren't you Bryce?"

"Mmhmm," the little boy nodded.

"Cat, can't we talk about this later? Maybe, uh, sometime when it's more private."

"Where no one can hear you scream or testify against me? You know what? That sounds perfect. I'll call you. Come on, Linds, let's get out of here."

"But mommy, I'm not done with my chocolate milk," she squeaked.

"We can take it with us. Now let's go," Catherine extended her hand for Lindsey to take and lead her little girl to the cash register to pay the bill.

"I can't wait to see you," Sara smiled into the phone.

"Me neither… I haven't told Lindsey yet."

"What? Why not," Sara started to panic.

"Calm down, honey. I just don't know how to tell her that you're coming here. And don't even get me started on how I'm going to tell her about us being a couple. But she's heard everything about you, sweet cheeks."

"Sweet cheeks? Huh, I didn't know you liked my ass enough to use it as a pet name."

Catherine smiled and hid half her blush.

"I don't have anyone to tell everything about you to, but if I did, I know they would be shoving rolled tub socks down my throat to shut up…sugar lips."

Catherine giggled and bit her bottom lip. "Can it, my lovely."

They shared a laugh.

"I'll be there soon enough, but I'm not leaving town just yet. I'm staying at one of my coworker's place for a few days. There are a few things I need to take care of before I completely pack up camp."

"I understand," Catherine's smile hardly faltered. She was still warm and honestly was understanding of Sara's predicament. "Just make sure to call me."

Sara's smile widened. "I'll never forget, beautiful."


Okay, this, I believe, is the last of this story. I really didn't want to make this chapter and wanted to go ahead with the sequel, but some people though it best I add another. As I started writing I thought of more conflicts and I'm sorry if you want to know about the whole Eddie thing now. But don't worry, that will eventually make its way into the sequel.