Some would say, a hundred years in the future, that Fagin had groomed her for Bill. He'd laid the trap out perfectly, set the scene for Bill and Nancy to find each other. It hadn't helped at all that Nancy had taken quite a fancy to Bill early on, always seeking to impress him, to sit next to him at group gatherings. It was only natural that they find each other. They were meant to be, if you asked her; Bill had saved her. That's what mattered.

What mattered more was that they had conquered death- each one believed the other dead and still they found each other, drawn together stronger than any magnet.

Truthfully, Nancy liked Bill the most when he let down his walls. When he let her hold him, touch him and care for him. And moments like this, when he held her, touched her hair and was soft and warm. This was the Bill she loved more than anything, the Bill that the world never got to see, and so they never understood. But if they could see- well, she was sure they would.

She kisses him back, parting her lips slightly. Her cheeks are wet against his, but now her tears were slowing, and she placed her hands on his cheeks softly stroking. "I'm your girl. Always and forever, Bill." Their foreheads are pressed together now, sharing breath. "No matter what."