The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part Two)

Things got quiet again, the tight grip on the wheel had lessened to an extent and though Paris still had his frown on his face, it wasn't one that wanted to keep arguing any longer. "You've thought everything huh?"

"I know you agree with me, because if you didn't, you wouldn't be driving us there."

Paris said nothing to that.

It was evening when Paris parked his car at the edge of the woods, Marcos coming out first and standing in front of the car's bonnet, his eyes staring through the thick trees, as if, by some sort of magic, he would be able to sense if she was really there.

"Marcos?"

He turned to his side.

Paris mask had dropped, and a more truer version of his emotions had taken over. Though he still acted invincible, his voice was small as he got closer to Marcos. "What if- What if she doesn't want to see us? This could be a mistake, could ruin everything if she gets mad or hates us-"

He paused as Marcos wrapped his hand around his, smiling softly at him now as he whispered, "Then we have us, don't we?"

Paris didn't say anything for the first few seconds, then after a while held Marcos' tighter, giving a small nod of affirmation.

Quietly, they walked through the forest, the whole place oddly quiet with the wind being the only sound they could hear well enough, and yet somehow, with every step Marcos took, it seemed like it was the right thing.

Going to her.

A was their home, the one place they felt safe, comfortable, without having to pretend or lie, and it didn't matter if she didn't remember them, as long as she wanted something, anything, they would be there for her.

Even if she just needed a friend.

For so long, she had taken care of them, it only made sense if they paid back the favour.

Paris tugged on his hand, causing the male to pause and face him. "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Music." Paris walked forward, his eyes narrowing as he said, "It's a violin. Just- Stay quiet, try to concentrate, can you hear it?"

And he did.

It was faint, soft, but it was there nevertheless.

"Alex plays like that," There was a softness in his eyes, as if admitting something involving her had released some sort of weight off him. "She's... She's here."

"Can you... Take us to her?" Marcos asked, his voice soft.

Paris found himself closing his eyes. "I don't know."

Anyone would be mad at Paris' constant disagreement, but not Marcos. The male cupped his cheeks, resting his forehead on his. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Love makes everything so fucking complicated," Paris hissed softly under his breath. "She's the only one with that much power over me, to hurt me again. Fuck, I've been untouchable for so long, the fact that there's someone who can control me at a whim-"

"You know Alex is not like that," Marcos cut in, "Hey, hey, look at me."

Paris did.

His amber green eyes floated with many emotions. Fear. Distrust. Love. Confusion. And mostly, need.

He needed Alex as well, it just terrified him how much it did.

"Everything will be fine," Marcos said, whispering. "No matter what happens after now, I love you, I always will. Okay?"

He said nothing.

"I'm talking to Paride Casio, Il Serpente," Marcos continued, searching into the males eyes. "You've been through hell, and you've survived. Now, you have me, your Venus, I will protect you with everything I have, do you understand me?"

Paris closed his eyes, as if he was letting the words sink in and the next moment he opened them, his eyes were clear, with only one emotion remaining.

Believe.

Paris led them now, though his hand remained with Marcos, and as they got closer, the music grew louder as well.

It sounded sad, and yet it wasn't all at once. It was slow, and it wasn't at the same time. Like the sound of someone singing another to sleep, a dreamless one that was peaceful, and serene.

Aiding the person to cross over because they would be fine no matter they went.

Paris had been the first to reach the clearing, freezing when he was in it and as soon as Marcos stood beside him, he found himself freezing as well.

Someone stood in it's middle, playing with a violin on their shoulder, and though the person backed them, somehow, they could sense who it was without having to see their face.

Tears clouded Marcos' eyes before he could stop them, his lips quivering as the urge to have a mental breakdown took over his entire being but he held it, saying softly, "A?"

She stopped playing, making no movements before she turned, and his heart thumped.

Alexandra Parker, in the years that had passed, had grown even more distracting than they remembered. Her face had filled it out, though it still remained in the same oval shaped, her body lean and trim, though it was obvious she had worked out to keep it that way, her eyes cat like, predatory and yet... Kind, her aura powerful, and at the same time, enchanting.

And when she smiled at him, God, when she smiled-

Marcos knew that the smiles he had gotten from fans and admirers and had pleased him at the time, would never compare to what hers was doing to him now.

"Hello."

~

Yes, this is the end. I know, I know, you're thinking "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" But this time, you all are going to imagine an ending for yourself. Do you want them together? No? A Paris and Marcos ship? A no ship? Someone dies? I don't know, go crazy, by all means.

If there's any questions you'd want answered, comment them and I'm gonna try giving them in the next chapter which is just a Q and A session so we know about the characters better (and maybe what happened after). But don't expect it anytime soon, lovelies. *Insert evil laugh*

It was nice going on this journey with you all, and I will your comments and love, and I'm sure they will too.

- V.