Authors Note: So this is the end, the end of the story, the end of an era, at least as far as me and Glee fictions go for the time being. With nothing new in that regard on the horizon right now, this story ending becomes so much more then just another fictional ending. That being said, to the readers that I have had throughout this story, and the ones that may come upon this later on, I thank you for your support. Without that this may have never been written and I appreciate it more then you know. In a backwards kind of way this is going to be a music chapter, but not in the typical ways. You'll see what I mean as you read, but for informational purposes know this. The song is by a band and not written by me but will be used in the context of it being an original song by one of the fictional characters within the story. This will also be from Sam's point of view. Ending the way it began and all. Enjoy! On with the final act of the show shall we?

Musical Note: The song used within this chapter is Red – Pieces. I do not own the song nor any of rights to said song, its just brilliant and honestly with the way things have gone with this story, I believe pretty damn fitting.

Have you ever had one of those moments where life seems to be moving around you but you're still? Frozen in space and time, fixated on something or someone that almost has you under a spell, and any movement in one direction or another will make it all just fall apart?

As I finished my song and just took in the people around me, this is what I experienced. I felt her before she actually came into view and once I had, there was no cutting the invisible cord between us. The cord that even through all of our time apart, was keeping up tethered together.

I watched her as she made her way towards me, our eyes not leaving each other for a second. Time had seemed to slow though as what normally would have only taken a few seconds, seemed to be passing in what felt like hours. With every step she took in my direction she was breaking the distance between us, both physically and emotionally and my only wish was that time would move again so the walk she was making, the bridge she was crossing to get to me could happen sooner.

I came down off of the stage, headed toward her, moving myself in and around all of the other people that were sitting and standing about, no attention being paid while something so monumental was happening right around them. As I found myself in a clearing, away from the groups of people, away from the noise they were all creating I stopped and just waited.

She reached me then and without even a seconds thought she wrapped her arms around my neck, tighter then she'd ever done before in our brief time together and I found myself instantly doing the same, only tighter. Now that she was here, in my arms again, I couldn't and wouldn't let her go again.

"You're really here."

Her words, whispered so breathlessly into my ear warmed me. My first real feeling of warmth in so many weeks. A feeling I had missed more then I'd been able to let on and yet another thing I wanted to grasp onto and never let go of. It wasn't so much that she'd said it, but that it had been exactly the same thing that I had been thinking and she had been the one to manifest it from my mind without even realizing it.

"Where else would I be?"

I felt as her grip around me tightened and I answered back in kind. I knew that we needed to talk and that in order to do that we were going to have to break away from each other, or at least out of the embrace so that we could do it but I wanted nothing more in the moment then to just continue holding her. The longer I did, the more real this would become to me.

The fact that after the last few weeks, she was here, in my arms the way I had always wanted her to be and she wasn't going to leave. Holding her this way, gave me a safety that I didn't even know I needed and I just wanted the chance to enjoy it for as long as I could before it was taken away, in whatever form it would be.


Her voice was low, yet still somehow melodic even though the way she said my name was deeper then the way she'd said it before. The open ended way she said my name made me think that she had something she wanted to say but was unsure of whether or not to do so and while I knew that I should tell her that it was alright to say what she needed to say to me, I was unable to voice the words myself to tell her.

Everything that had happened had been leading us here to this moment in time, where we'd be in front of one another again, no more secrets or reasons to hide. It was just the both of us, in our own ways going through the motions of healing. Neither one of us willing to say die and let go.

"Walk with me."

She pulled out of the embrace then, placing her hand into mine and lightly pulling me towards the door. Feeling the ache as the space between the two of widened I followed her until we had made our way entirely out of Crimson's and even farther off the beaten path to the side of the building.

She sat on the bench then and as I watched her my mind became flooded with images. We had been here once before, twice if you counted the more dire time that we'd been together on the outside but it wasn't that time that I was remembering so vividly. No this is where I first got her to open herself up, to break down the wall she had so carefully built around herself. Not only that but this is the very place where I'd taken a chance and kissed her for the first time.

Time stood still again as I took in everything around me. Watching the wind in the trees, them swaying back and forth behind her as she sat, her eyes still trained on me, almost waiting for what was to come next. Her eyes sparkled, even in what was now the moonlight and I couldn't get over the affect they still had on me even after all of the time we'd spent away from one another. It was like a warm rush of blood to my head looking at her and I could feel my heart beating just a bit faster the longer we stood there, silence surrounding us, taking each other in.

"Why did you want to be out here?"

"Well, because I know we need to talk and doing it in the middle of an open mic night, with people all over us probably isn't the best idea. It's more then that though."

"What more could there be?"

"The first time I ever came here, and got up on that stage and sang with you, you came out here with me later that night and for the first time in years, running the way I had been, I felt safe."

"So you're telling me that you came out here with me tonight because this is your safe place?"

"Yes Sam, that's exactly what I'm saying."

There it was again. My uncanny ability to not only repeat what she had just said, only using less words, but my other equally as powerful ability to state the damn obvious. It would seem that even with the time apart my reactions to her were still very much in tact. In this case though I was pretty sure my brain cells were not.

"I don't know what to say Megan."

"That's alright, because I don't either."

"You..what happened that deserved so much better then what I gave you."

Once the door was opened the words had no problem spilling out of me, even when those weren't exactly the ones I wanted her to hear. They were the truth though, as I was still coming to terms slowly with what had happened that night and my part in it but for this moment in time, I might have been better served keeping it to myself.

She stood then and came to me, gripping my wrist with one hand and putting the other one to my cheek, letting her fingers run over my skin slowly, before looking up into my eyes and speaking again.

"No Sam, I didn't deserve better because what I got that night was everything you had. In fact I got much more then what I deserved that night."

I shook my head, unable to believe in what she was telling me, and I had almost broke contact with her hand but she just brought herself even closer, never letting go. The last time we had been here this way, I had been the one comforting her and here as we stood now, she was obviously repaying the favour. For when she had wanted to run, or turn away from what I'd said to her, I wouldn't let her and now she wasn't going to let me either.

Having that kind of devotion, that level of caring shook me to my core. I wasn't used to it. I had been doing everything so fine on my own for so long that having someone give me back even a small part of what they believed I had given them, was almost too much for me to comprehend. It wasn't my first experience with caring but it was my first experience with feeling it the way I did.

"Don't run from this Sam. Don't run from me. Not again."

"Megan don't you get it? If I hadn't left you that night, then the last few weeks would never have happened. No matter how much I love you, no matter how much it kills me inside keeping myself away from you the way I have been, I can't erase what happened."

"You're right. You can't erase what happened to me but you sure as hell didn't cause any of it."

I turned from her then, moving myself back a few paces and instantly felt the shock as I did. My mind, my body and my heart were so in tune with what they wanted that in walking away from it, even a few steps was causing it all distress. It was physically hurting me.

"How can you say that?"

"I say it because it's the truth Sam. I was in danger of that very situation before I even met you and regardless of us meeting, it would have happened. I have no doubt about that. It was the way I was living my life. The choices I was making. Did I deserve to be Cooper's punching bag, no, but I didn't exactly do anything to actually stop it. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me and my own fear."

She bridged the gap between us again and wrapped her arms around me tightly. A sentiment that in that moment I couldn't return. I was still very much stuck living in the nightmare in my mind.

"Sam Evans, I swear to you. What happened that night in my dorm room was not because of you walking away. You didn't cause this and if I have to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you, proving to you that its true then that's exactly what I'm going to do. What I won't do is let you walk away."

"Why? Why can't you just cut your losses and move on with your life the way you always wanted?"

"Because you are my life."

There could have been a million things she could have said when I'd asked that question but when she spoke those words I hadn't seen it as one of them. Her words ripped their way right through me, right onto their intended target.

My heart.

"You really mean that?"

"Yes Sam. Don't you see? The reason I'm even here at all is because you believed in me. You first taught me to open myself up and trust someone again and then from there you taught me to have strength in myself. When Cooper came to me that night, even though I hadn't been expecting him, I was at a point where I was stronger then ever. I wanted to fight back and I wanted to win and all of that, is because of you."

"But he almost killed you."

"Key word being almost. Sam he didn't succeed and I'm standing right here, arms wrapped around you. This is all real. What you're feeling, the pain and the guilt, that's not real. That's just your minds way of coping with the overload that my situation brought onto you."

She was right. Cooper hadn't succeeded and she was standing there, arms wrapped around me, mine still limp at my sides. I pulled her as close as I could in that moment and I wrapped her up tightly the same way I had only minutes before inside. Feeling her under my fingertips I began to really take in her words and the meaning behind them. This, the moment we were in right now, that was real. Nothing else mattered.

"If something had happened to you I would have never lived with myself."

I felt the drops on my skin as I said the words, realizing that I could no longer lock up my emotions tight. She was right, I needed to hear this and I needed to let go. The way I should have done the day she'd written me the letter given that she'd said a lot of the same things. Allowing myself to feel again though, it was almost as painful as dealing with the guilt. I wasn't sure how to handle it.

"Well then I'm thankful that nothing more serious happened then because I couldn't go on living in this life either, knowing that you weren't living in it too."

I could feel my knees buckling underneath me and I immediately broke away, making a quick dive for the bench. As I sat I reached out my hand to her and pulled her to me until she was softly cradled on my lap. I might be falling apart but I wasn't going to give up the contact that I'd made with her. I needed it almost as I needed to breath in that moment.

"I've never been here before Megan. I don't know what to say or what to do or how I'm even supposed to act anymore. Taking steps every day to just do the basic things that I need to do to survive is a struggle. I know I can't keep going on like this but I just don't know how to fix it."

"Say and do what you feel Sam. Once you allow yourself to feel then just follow it."

I brought my lips to hers then and pressed on them softly, until hers parted, and she pushed back, deepening the kiss. She had told me to do and say what I feel and in that moment the only thing I wanted to do was kiss her. To feel the way I had felt that very first time I'd done it and doing it now didn't disappoint.

My mind became a jumble but as per her words, I just stopped thinking altogether and just felt. I felt the way our lips felt pressed together, the way the deeper that the kiss got, so did my desire to go even further and more then all of that I felt the love and security surrounding us both in the moment. Everything else faded from view and the only thing left was the two of us and the feelings we had for one another.

As we broke away, both of us realizing the need for air, I looked at her. Really looked at her, as if it was the first time. She wasn't perfect, she was probably far from it, she would probably never be the same, nor would I, but at the end of the day, or night as it were, she was here with me and she was telling me in unspoken ways that she was mine and that I was hers.

"I have spent the last five years of my life believing that I knew what I wanted in my life and that I had it all mapped out. That I had everything and there wasn't anything that could be added to it that would make it any better. I was under the illusion that I knew all there was to know about the horrors of life and that small bit that I didn't know didn't matter."

"And now?"

"Nothing in my life is mapped out and I didn't have everything I could have ever wanted. I knew there was always a piece missing, one I couldn't quite put my finger on, despite thinking that it might have been someone to spend the rest of my life with. It was more then that though. It wasn't just someone that was missing. It was you. You were what was missing."

"What are you saying Sam?"

"I'm saying that I love you Megan Winchester. I think I've always loved you even when I didn't know you and I can't go another day; another hour; another second without making sure you know that. Or pretending that I don't feel that way."

Burying her face into my chest, hugging herself as closely as she could to me, I knew what she hadn't said. I could feel it. She wasn't backing away anymore, she wasn't going to run in the direction or tell me that what I was feeling wasn't valid. No, she didn't have to say a word because I knew how she felt, how she'd always felt, even without the words. Though as she spoke them, it took everything in me not to jump from my seat in pure excitement and joy.

"I love you too Sam, and I always will. No matter the road we've taken or will have to take. I'm yours."

"You're mine?"

"For as long as you'll have me."

"So forever is good then?"

"Forever is perfect."

Hey there! I bet you thought that's where this love story ends didn't you? Well it's not. Our love story, the way it played out, the ups and downs and the darkest of moments put us on a path that no matter where and when the words stop, the love never does. Neither does the music.

That night was so special to me for so many different reasons but as I sit here, five years later, allowing myself to go back in time mere minutes before I take my beautiful white gown and nervous legs down the aisle there is one moment that stands out from all of the others and its not something that until now has been shown.

Sam gave me something that night. Something he had been working on for the weeks we had been apart and had almost given up the hope of ever giving to me. Something that as I prepare for the long walk down the aisle to meet him, has never had more importance.

He wrote me a song and it was a song that as I stand here now, a mildly famous singer-songwriter, living out my wildest dreams in technicolour, with him by my side I am finally ready to share with the world.

It's so hard to show emotion, to really capture the way our lives were then and the way our lives are now but this song that he wrote me does that and more. Sam captured our love story in a way that will never be forgotten and for that and more, I know that I will love him forever.


I'm here again
A thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am
I tried so hard
Thought I could do this on my own
I've lost so much along the way

Then I see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole

I've come undone
But you make sense of who I am
Like puzzle pieces in your hand,

Then I see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole!

I tried so hard! So hard!
I tried so hard!

Then I see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
So you can make me whole

Our love story is far from over, in fact its just beginning, but for those of you that believe that true love doesn't exist or that you'll never find it, read these words and remember that even in the darkest of times, light shines.

Sam Evans was my light in a very dark time and he continues to brighten my life every day. It may not come in the form you're expecting, or the picture perfect package you've always dreamed of but when you find it, I assure you, you'll know and you'll move forward and never look back.

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. - Robert Browning