Thank you again, Fameanon, for writing this with me! This was so much fun! And BewilderedFemale, you're the best, girl! Thank you also to Thyme2read, Sensara, Prizm, and JustaCrazy-Man for your reviews!

And now, without further ado, the exciting conclusion!

Bea wearily waved goodbye to Jan as she flew away in the car. They had just had the wildest bachelorette party, the likes of which Romulus had never seen. Jan wasn't kidding when she said they would show those Romulan women how it was done. They especially liked the rule that what happened at the party, stayed at the party.

She walked up to the enormous house. Jan was indeed marrying a wealthy man. Bea had since learned that Letant was an even wealthier man. Whoever married him, all the ladies at the party had said, would be the luckiest woman on Romulus. Yeah…she thought, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

She shivered. It was early winter there, a stark contrast to the summer rain she had encountered on that fateful night nearly a week earlier. After she gave her cloak to the servant, she decided to go warm herself by the fire in the grand room before retiring to bed.

But someone was already there. Laughter from a deep, masculine voice came from behind one of the chairs facing toward the fire. The light of the fire revealed his feet propped up on a stool next to the blaze for warmth.

Bea should have just kept on walking. See Bea walk, remember? she reminded herself. But something held her back. She was curious as to who this mysterious stranger was. It was just like in one of her stories. The romantic side of her simply couldn't resist.

He was lounging in the chair, immensely enjoying whatever it was he was reading. Maybe he was Vreenak's brother? Did he have a brother? Or some hot hunter friend his, who had come in out of the cold after a fresh kill. Or maybe he was—

"Letant?!" she gawked.

He looked up from his PADD. "Bea," he breathed in awe. "I thought you'd never get back. I've been waiting up all night. Did you have a good time, my lovely bachelorette?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" she growled.

Letant held his hands in the air. "This is Romulus, is it not?" he chuckled, taking a sip of his ale. "The last time I looked, I am a Romulan, my dear."

"I am not your 'lovely bachelorette,' and I am most certainly not your 'dear'!" she stomped her foot.

He gave her that villainous smirk again, and she berated herself for thinking it was starting to grow on her. "Not yet," he said, half to himself.

"You know, I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans. I'm going to bed." She turned on her heels and headed to her room.

At once, he sprung out of the chair. "Bea, wait!" he called after her. "I read your story!"

Bea stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes were wide when she turned around. "What are you talking about?" she asked, though she was afraid she already knew.

"Love Not Included," he answered. "A very good story. I was reading it while I was waiting for you," he said sincerely.

Terror struck her in the heart. The cat was out of the bag. "How did you know about that?"

"How could I not know about it when you've posted it on your Fan Fiction profile?" He shook his head in wonder. "I knew you were a teacher but," he inhaled with anticipation, "a writer, too? You don't know how irresistible that is."

Bea blinked. Letant had stalked her, showed up at her house on a dark and stormy night to tell her—not ask her—that she was going to be his wife. He showed up at this guesthouse. And now, he knew all about her story! Her face suddenly felt hot, and she knew it was all red. Was this really happening?

"Why do you always have to throw a monkey wrench into everything?" she moaned. "You really are a gremlin sent to wreak havoc on my life, aren't you?"

"I don't want to torment you," he corrected her confidently. "I want to make you happy."

She narrowed her eyes sarcastically. "Yeah…you've delighted me alright." She turned and started to walk away again.

Letant followed her out of the room into the hallway. "You needn't be embarrassed. You're a talented authoress, Bea. And I like your pen name, by the way. Very clever. And the reviews left by your readers, Fameanon in particular, are quite amusing."

Bea whirled around suddenly. "Listen, Letant," she poked him on his chest, "…just…stop following me! I'm going to bed now. Alone!" she added quickly when he opened his mouth to speak. With that, she stormed down the corridor.

"Fly my bewildered butterfly," he whispered longingly after her. "No matter the direction—you will end up in my arms sooner or later."


"Rise and shine, my sleeping beauty," a soothing voice whispered in Bea's ear. A warm and gentle hand brushed her hair out of her face.

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes to see Letant kneeling at the side of her bed. "Aahh! What are you doing in my room? Why are you always pulling crap like this?"

"I knocked," he alleged, "but you didn't answer."

"Ugh! What do you WANT?" She quickly sat upright.

Letant huffed with displeasure. "I don't want anything. I brought breakfast for you." He placed a tray in front of her. "Today is the big day, and Jan will need you to be at the top of your game. But you looked rather drained last night, no doubt the result of your…festivities. So I took it upon myself to prepare breakfast. Because I care about you."

Bea's lips parted as she processed what he said. It was actually a very sweet thing to do. None of her boyfriends in college had ever done this for her. She wouldn't have thought Letant had it in him.

"And your coffee," he handed her a cup and saucer, "just the way you like it."

"How did you know how I like my coffee…?" But she stopped herself. "Right." A glance over at the night stand revealed that he had brought more than just breakfast.

"Flowers and chocolate, too?"

"Yes," he said charily. "At first I was reluctant to get them. I thought you may throw them at me again. But Vreenak insisted that human females—"

"Wait, what?" she blinked. "You're getting advice from Vreenak?" This was rich! Her former crush was telling this bozo—well, perhaps that was too harsh—how to win her over? And then she realized that Vreenak must have surely known about her disappointment. Maybe he was trying to make up for unintentionally hurting her.

For once, Letant didn't have an answer.

No! she thought, Did hell freeze over? "Where are your bouncers, anyway?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"They are not needed here," he said, grateful for the change of subject. "I dismissed them."

Bea folded her arms crossly. "Are you saying I'm not a threat?"

"Well, you can certainly try to kill me. But I warn you," he seductively lifted an eyebrow, "I might enjoy that."


Snowflakes landed in Bea and Letant's hair and clothes as they waved goodbye to the bride and groom. The first lacy particles of winter descended slowly around the two, having the magical effect of seeming to make time slow.

The senator gazed yearningly at his companion. He was not usually a sentimental man, but Bea had that effect on him. What was it about this human female that was so bloody spectacular, anyway? He felt warm inside when he was with her, even though it was snowing.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked. For once, her tone was one of mere curiosity, instead of her usual, vexed air.

He put his hands behind his back. "I was just thinking how pretty you look with white snowflakes in your dark hair. It's truly enchanting."

"I was thinking that Jan and Vreenak make a good couple," she said, not wishing to go down that road.

"Bea," he said softly, "we would make a good couple, too."

She stared back at him. "Do you honestly think that just because you made breakfast for me this morning that I'm going to marry you? Just like that?"

"No," he admitted. "But you haven't even given me a chance, Bea. At least let me try to win your heart."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "We'll see. But don't get your hopes up. I'm not an easy girl to please."

"And that," he smiled as he kissed her hand, "makes me want to please you all the more."

Two weeks later, after an adventurous and romantic whirlwind of a courtship, Letant at last succeeded in persuading Bea to marry him.

"You've made me the happiest Romulan in the Empire!" he told her adoringly, as he slid the most exquisite and glorious chunk of rock she had ever seen on her finger. "I'm going to treat you like the queen that you are. You will have the life a woman of your caliber is accustomed to. And you will bear my dozen children and we'll live happily ever after. You won't regret this," he promised.

Bea shook her head. "I regret it already," she pretended, though she smiled at the part about having babies.

The devilish elf smirk she had secretly come to adore spread across his features. "You won't for long, my bewildered female." And with those words, he pulled her into a passionate, fairy tale kiss.

The End.

or is it?