Godric insisted on carrying Moira from the operating room, despite the fact that he knew she was perfectly capable of walking. In the beginning, Moira had voiced this fact, but a single glance at Godric's face told her that any protests would be futile. She could see it in his eyes; he wasn't carrying her because he thought that she was injured in some way, shape or form. He was carrying her because he couldn't bear to let her go. He was afraid that if he let her go, if she was out of his sight for more than a moment, he was going to lose her. And he couldn't let that happen.

The doctors were amazed at her miraculous recovery, and even more amazed by the fact that somehow, the gaping hole in her chest had been healed. They wouldn't let her go from the hospital, but instead decided to keep her overnight for observation. "Just as a precaution," they had said. But they all knew that the real reason they wanted to keep her was so that they could run tests. Blood tests, kidney and liver function tests, echocardiograms…any and every type of test they could fit in the span of her stay, they were going to do. They had heard the rumors about vampire blood—who hadn't?—but to see it in action, to be able to medically test the results was something new.

Everyone insisted on staying with her—well, everyone except Eric, though he did stay, just because it was more entertaining than anything else he had to do. Godric carried her to her room, followed by the train of her family, where they cleaned her up. Well, actually, Godric cleaned her up. He took her into the bathroom and set her gently on the shower chair. He pulled the bloody remnants of her shirt and jacket off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her bare to the waist. Taking the wash cloth, he dipped it into the warm, soapy water, and gently wiped away the blood that was all over her chest. Moira sat back and let it happen, her eyes falling closed as she struggled to stay awake. She was exhausted—blood loss can do that to a person—but didn't want to miss any time she could spend with her family, especially given her history.

"The American Vampire League is going to have a blast with this one," Tara said, opening the door without a care for Moira's modesty. Moira gave her sister a pointed look, and Tara pulled the door closed, leaving just the tiniest opening through which she could keep an eye on things outside. Several nurses had crowded into the doorway of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the miraculously healing patient.

"Nan Flanagan is perfectly capable of handling it. That woman's a feisty bitch," Moira mumbled, recalling their first meeting.

"Well, I have a feeling she's going to be a nasty bitch to your boyfriend," Tara answered flippantly. "He just confirmed the big secret about vampire blood. Do you have any idea how pissed that 'feisty bitch' is going to be?"

Of course she did. She had been on the receiving end Nan's anger once, and it wasn't something that she was likely to forget. Ever. And part of her—the tiny part way back in the farthest corners of her mind—was afraid for Godric and the consequences he could potentially suffer. But this time, she had a feeling that instead of giving in to Nan's demands as he had after the Fellowship of the Sun fiasco in Dallas, he was going to tell Nan Flanagan where to go and how to get there. The look of fierce protectiveness in his expression told Moira that she was right.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?" Collum suggested. He was just grateful that his daughter was alive, and trying to bask in that. When Moira had told him that she wanted to start an organization for friends and families of vampires, he hadn't quite realized how dangerous her life was going to become. Now he was slowly starting to realize that life wasn't going to be a picnic for her. It wasn't going to be one for him, either, considering that he was a bit of an overprotective father. But right now, Moira was alive, and he was going to focus on that.

Godric smiled at Collum, thankful to have him close the door on that topic of conversation. He would also be glad when he could drain the bloody water out of the sink. With each submersion of the cloth, it became a darker and darker shade of red, clouding with Moira's blood. He didn't like to think about how much blood she had lost and just how close he had come to losing her. Never again. He wasn't going to let it get that close again.

"They're going to make me where one of those awful gowns, aren't they?" Moira asked, smiling up at him. Of course, she was lucky to be a live, so she could hardly complain about a hospital gown, but they were so flimsy and awkward.

"Yes, Ms. Ahern, we are," a nurse said, opening the bathroom door and handing her a blue gown that she could pull over her head. "And you, sir, need to clear out and give her some privacy."

Moira froze and stared at the nurse for a moment in disbelief. The nurse had a haughty expression on her face, and was clearly power tripping. Fantastic. Moira grinned, but it was a cold, amused grin that told Godric she wasn't very happy.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Moira asked the nurse.

"I'm Ashleigh."

"Ashleigh? Well, nurse Ashleigh, I just sat in here, topless, while this gentleman wiped blood off my breasts. Do you really think that I'm going to care that he's in here while I'm putting on a hospital gown?"

Behind them, Tara snorted, unable to completely control her laughter. And, naturally, she had to get her two cents in as well. "Yeah, nurse Ashleigh. She's also sleeping with him, so I'm sure that he's seen it all already."

The nurse's eyes widened, and she began stumbling over herself, trying to please them. Tara was unable to hold back her laughter, which was quite loud, which only made it worse. Finally, once the nurse's blush could no further deepen, Moira took mercy on the woman and sent her away. Tara left the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

"Do you have any pain?" he asked quietly. She shook her head and started to stand, trying to remove her skirt and pantyhose. Godric wrapped an arm around her waist for support while unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Moira stepped out of it, and Godric gently removed her hose. Neither one of them were sure where her shoes had gone, but they didn't really matter. Moira raised her arms above her head and he pulled the gown down over them, tying it at her neck.

"Godric, I'm worried for you," she whispered, resting her forehead against his. He kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Don't worry about me. I'm not going to let anything happen to you or me. You know as well as I do that Nan Flanagan can be handled easily. She knows how to twist this so that I look like the knight in shining armor."

"Making me the damsel in distress?"

"Well, you were in distress, anyway. I wasn't aware than damsels carried .45-caliber pistols in their glove boxes—"

"Purse. The .45 is in my purse. The .32 is in my glove box," she corrected with a smile. He kissed her lightly and briefly, pulling away before she was too breathless. She wasn't satisfied with the short kiss and pulled him close for another kiss, a more intense, passionate kiss that would have lead to the bedroom if they hadn't been in the hospital. "How are you?"

"Me?"

"I drank a lot of your blood. You probably need to feed—"

"Eric left a case of True Blood for me with Tara," he said, lifting her into his arms and pushing open the bathroom door. He set her gently on the bed and tried to pull the sheets over her, but she wouldn't let him go. Knowing that she wanted the comfort of his touch as much as he wanted the comfort of hers, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his bloody jacket and shirt, and climbed into bed beside her. Tara and her parents were suspiciously absent, but Moira was okay with the quiet time.

"I could do this forever," she whispered, thinking aloud. "Well, for the rest of my life, anyway."

Godric smiled and tightened his arm around her. He knew what she meant. Moments like this with her were beautiful. The way that she looked at him—without a trace of fear in her eyes—gave him a feeling of peace. She always had a look of wonder when she studied him—not wonder at what he was, but rather at the fact that he was hers. How had she been so lucky? Of course, he was wondering the same thing.

"Would you like to?"

"What?"

"Would you like to do this forever? Well, for the rest of your life, anyway?" he asked quietly, echoing her earlier phrasing.

"You know I would," she answered, a small smile on her face. He kissed her again, this time leaving her breathless and begging for more. "It's a shame we're not at home."

"We will be soon enough," he said, though he was secretly thinking the exact same thing. "You would make it official?"

"O-official?" Moira stammered, understanding where he was going with the conversation. She couldn't have kept the ear-to-ear smile off her face if she had tried. Suddenly, her family's absence made sense. She wondered when he had had time to ask her father.

"I was thinking marriage, if you don't mind."

"I don't. Don't mind a bit."

"Then you won't mind wearing this, then?" Godric pulled a small black box out of his pants pocket and flipped it open, revealing a simple round cut diamond settled between two emeralds on a gold band. She nodded silently as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

"You were planning this?"

"I hadn't thought it would go quite like this, but…I held your heart in my hands and hoped and prayed that you wouldn't leave me. I hoped that if I just wanted it enough, you would stay. That maybe if I wanted it enough and hoped enough, I could keep you tied to this world, to me…and—"

"Marriage is about as tied as it gets," she finished for him. "I tried to stay. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake…I didn't want to leave you. I guess between us we'll keep each other pretty grounded—"

They were interrupted when the door to the room burst open and Tara stood in the opening, looking impatient with her hands on her hips. "She said yes. Are we allowed back in now?"

They glanced at each other and then back at Tara before laughing. Tara took this as a yes and motioned the rest of her crew back into the room. Even Eric had stuck around, it seemed, and even managed a tiny, half grin—a stretch for him. They were all there, the dysfunctional vampire-human patchwork family, and somehow, it worked for them.

"You realize that you'll be tied to them, too. Can you live with that?" Moira asked, motioning to her family. Godric kissed her lightly on the forehead in a gesture that made Tara want to squeal.

"Absolutely."


Author's Note: So, there it is. The final chapter. I do plan on writing a semi-sequel about Tara and Eric, though it may be a while. But I hope you enjoyed Godric and Moira's story. Thanks for the support and feedback. Y'all are awesome. Please review!!!