The Strongest of Us (Tf2 x Reader)

43. Hello and Goodbye

This, my friends, is the final chapter of this book. I never said I would stop, and well... I don't think I will.

Thank you all so so much for supporting this book. You've made this poor, old writer's heart snap in two. I couldn't have asked for a better audience. It's made my day dishing out some suspense to my favorite people on earth. Sorry it has to come to a close (for now) like this. Sometimes wish I could add something more on, but when we all know when a story has to end. You run out of ink, you run out of paper, and you're done burning the candle at both ends for a little while.

With this, I say farewell. After this chapter is over, there should be endings for each of the men afterwards. All have alternative endings, and if there's something you probably wouldn't like in the chapter, heh, I'll warn ya and let you know.

Anywho, take care, I love you all, and enjoy the final curtain of this book.

XOXO

Limeny Snocket~

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The delusion had passed, as well as months. Battles had come to a complete stop, but the men, themselves, hadn't.

After the discovery of the garden had been made public information, it had turned into a personal project. Those who were antsy and aching to do something could go to the garden and do something there. Pick strawberries, plant flowers, and hoist up the monster-sized tomato plants into cages to keep them standing.

They all had their favorite things to do in there.

For Mikhail, it was fawning over the smallest flowers in the patch, for Pyro, playing hide n seek in the tall grass. Jeremy enjoyed playing with Pyro. Spy would come in and practice piano. Ludwig would take care of the birds. Mundy would plant a new species of flower each week, and Dell would study them for fun. Jane had fun bouncing over the stone pathways, and Tavish, surprisingly, loved to draw each flower in a small, pocket-sized notebook he kept to himself.

When he wasn't drunk, Tavish even ask Dell or Ludwig about them, or even wrote a small poem about them. (Y/N) never got to read any of his poetry, since Tavish was a regularly private man when it came to that, but she still found it very sweet.

(Y/N), herself, had her favorite thing to do in the garden. Sure, she would come in when everyone else would, and play the piano for a bit and talk, but she enjoyed watering the most. The Engineer had taken it upon himself to hook up a good water source without disturbing the little, mystery streams. He did a good job. Now, (Y/N) had a hose and a nozzle she had bought from an estate sale just at the edge of town.

Where she couldn't reach the flowers, she'd take a little watering can, that Pyro had gifted her, and walking along the patches of flowers, giving each fair amounts of sustenance. When she'd run out of water, she'd just walk right back to the hose, fill her watering can back up, then go right back out again. It was a repetitive process, but it brought peace to the mind.

(Y/N) was usually the last one in the garden in the evenings. She'd go in with a book tucked under her arm, and after she had done her duties, she'd sit by the piano and read for a long while. There wasn't much else to do. Again, people would join her from time to time. Pyro was particularly fond of it. He'd bring his own book, or even a few coloring pages to keep himself busy. Spy, surprisingly, had taken a liking to it too. He would sit at the piano bench and practice from time to time, like he was recovering a lost work. He'd also take interest in the book (Y/N) had brought, if it was any good.

"You like T.V. Finnegan?" Spy leaned back in his seat, and (Y/N) had to turn her head to the side and up, just to look at him from where she was sitting on the ground. She had brought a pillow, for comfort this time.