"I still can hardly believe it," I said a little while later once we'd resurfaced.

"What I can't believe," Ewan added with a little guilty smile, "is that you're not furious with me. I have a lot to answer for."

He was dressed as himself now, in a t-shirt and jeans. As it turned out, clothes worked as part of his camouflaging, so he was able to ripple in between his Enigma kit and regular clothes like different skins. A handy trick, really.

"Luckily for you, my happiness outweighs my righteous rage. Which is not to say I don't have a lot of questions for you to answer." I leaned my chin on my bent knee and narrowed my eyes at him.

"I promise you that I've planned, worried, and dreamed about telling you for basically as long as this has been going on." The guilty look was still there.

"Why didn't you tell me that first time when you came to save me from the stabby man?" I put a teasing emphasis on 'save'.

"Ugh, don't remind me how much you didn't need me," he dragged a hand over his face in embarrassment. "I had no idea of the things you could do. And to answer your question, you made it plenty clear how you felt about Supers and you can be scary as hell, in case you didn't know." He answered my grin with one of his own. "I haven't been a Super for very long; it was the amulet and the tablet that awakened my dormant abilities in the first place, and I was still feeling a little insecure then. I didn't know what else to do, and well, it was you." He said it with such meaning that my heart began to thud.

"How long have you ... " I trailed off, meeting his eyes, unsure of how to phrase it.

"Known that I was crazy about you?" he finished, looking a little vulnerable, eyes full of warmth.

My heart stopped a little. All I could do was nod.

"I'm not sure when I realised it, exactly. Maybe years. Maybe it crept up on me until knew I was hopeless." This time he smiled ruefully at me. "Especially after we 'met' and started spending even more time together. I guess I saw an opportunity for a fresh start of sorts with you, and before I knew it, I was in too deep, and I couldn't figure out how to tell you."

"It's weird to think that all that time, I've been talking to you and getting to know you all over again," I mused. Glancing at him from the corner of my eyes, I added, "you know, I said I'd never get involved with another Super again."

"I always thought Greg was a moron. It's probably not surprising that I thought the same thing about Cobalt. You have no idea how hard it was not to confront him after you told me what really happened between you two, but I knew it wasn't my place." His pained expression made me giggle, for some reason. It was all a lot to deal with.

"How did I not realise who you were sooner? I guess I wasn't protecting Greg's identity after all, since you would have known immediately. I'd say I'm embarrassed to have bared my humiliation to you and not to some stranger, but I think I'm glad instead that you understand what it's taken for me to come to terms with you." Vulnerability wasn't really an overly comfortable feeling for me.

He reached forward and cupped my face in both hands. "And I can't tell you how thankful I am that despite my cowardice, you were courageous, and here you are. I'm not sure how I got so lucky."

"Maybe because you say things like that," I grinned, letting my head rest against his fingers. "You were playing a dangerous game, though. What if I'd thought someone else was you?"

"Oh, believe me, I thought of that. I was basically paralysed with fear either way. Especially when Tristan was doing his damndest," he frowned.

I knew exactly what he meant. "I won't lie, I wondered about him. But you were just too different and there was nothing there for me. All he did in the end was piss me off. I guess I know why you enjoyed slapping him so much, and why you were so annoyed with him that day at Seb's game."

He laughed a little. "Well, I would have been annoyed with him if he treated any friend of mine like that, but of course it was extra hard with you. It wasn't just him that day, though. It was also Jackson. I wondered if maybe you two were seeing each other and I'd royally screwed it all up."

"Actually, I was a bit mad at him too, since he was being so proprietary that day. He and Tris always had their hackles raised against each other and it was the last thing I needed then. You obviously had a much better poker face than either of them," I teased.

"I was already wondering from the night of the gala. God, Kenna, you looked so damn stunning and those two were practically knocking their heads together. It took everything I had not to just confess right then and there, but what if you were there with Jackson? I couldn't do that to you." His eyes swept over me hungrily, as if making up for that lost time.

"You really do have a good poker face, then. I would never have known that. You seemed awfully suave that night, if a little nervous about your tour."

"Believe me, I was melting inside."

A little jolt of electricity ran up through me. "You know, all I wanted to do that night was hang out with you, and obviously now I know what that really meant. That suit probably helped things," I looked slyly up at him. "And I wasn't there with Jackson. I might have wondered about him too but it just wasn't quite right. Probably because he's not you."

Ewan pulled me close to him. "Plus, he probably can't do this." A moment later he tightened his grip and jumped, pulling both of us up to hover just below the ceiling.

I whooped, first in surprise, and then with laughter. "Is that on the pros or cons list?"

He pretended to think about it for a moment, and then frowned. "Well, I have it on good authority that you don't like Supers much, so maybe the cons. Oops."

"Showoffs get nothing, you know," I said, watching smugly as a pillow from my bed flew into him.

Caught off guard, he let go of me and I started to drop, but was able to control my fall and landed slowly and softly on my bed.

"That's the oldest trick in the telekinetic book, isn't it?" He asked, peering down at me.

I shrugged. "Maybe." Then, under a mischievous impulse, I pulled open the door with my mind and folded space to the furthest point I could see in the apartment.

"Pretty sure you're the showoff," he grinned when he caught up to me in the living room moments later. I hadn't counted on him just floating straight through the walls. "You blew my mind when you told me your secret, you know. Imagine finding out that your lifelong friend can do the most insane, incredible things."

"I can kind of imagine it," I said dryly.

"I was even more dazzled by you at that moment ... and then Seb ruined it," he complained.

"I'd almost given in to my impulses then; I didn't know whether to thank him or curse him."

"I knew," he said with a dark look, and I burst out laughing.

"And now you know about Seb, too. How're you doing with that? It was awkward for him, pretending that he didn't know Enigma as Zeus. He's a pretty bad actor."

"Yeah, I remember that play he was in," Ewan snickered, and I grinned.

"I made him do that. Secret life to keep up, and all."

"That makes it even funnier. Ah, we were so mean to him about that. But anyway, yeah it's obviously been weird, especially since I still haven't told him the truth about me. Nothing really shocks me with your family anymore, though. I'm feeling guilty most of all." His smile faded and he began to look thoughtful.

"What are we going to do about him?" I hoped he knew what I meant.

He did. "I'm a little afraid of him, to be honest. Do you think he'll freak out?"

"Maybe," I grimaced. "He might not be ready yet. Not that he has any say in the matter."

"Obviously," Ewan cracked a cheeky grin, slipping an arm around my waist.

"I think we should maybe wait until this whole Morgan mess gets sorted out a little more and we can get our ducks in a row." I guess I'd gotten into the habit of clinging to my secrets over the years.

"I can put off the reckoning a little longer," he agreed, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. "We're better actors than he is, anyhow."

"I don't know, now that I think about it you were only half good at pretending you didn't know me, plus I've realised just why you were sometimes nervous around me," I teased.

"Well, you're harder to fool," he said with a roguish look.

"I am the brains and the beauty of the siblings," I quipped. "Maybe even the brawn."

"And so humble," he added affectionately.

"Always." I gave him a blinding smile.

"While we're on this, how did you figure it out in the end? What gave me away?" The vulnerability was back in his eyes.

I laughed. Those moments all seemed so far away now. "Kennedy Jacobs." He looked puzzled, so I elaborated. "You gave yourself away, really, when you told me as Enigma that you'd read my books. You also unwittingly made me suspicious of Jackson," I added, and he winced, "but when we were all at your place waiting for the movie I got a glass of water in your kitchen and spotted one of my books. Grant told me that you'd read a few of them, and suddenly it hit me. Obviously that on its own wasn't conclusive but I started putting all of the pieces together and it had to be you. At least, I hoped it was."

"I thought you were acting weird at that movie," one of those half-smiles tilted his mouth.

"Well yeah, life was weird at that moment," I laughed again.

"So here we are, Kenna Jones." Ewan said.

"Here we are, Hammy 1." I repeated, looking up at his face.

"This is definitely what happiness feels like," he murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I think you're probably right about that."

"I know I am," I could feel him smile as he leaned in to kiss me.

But I'd forgotten where we were. Suddenly, the front door opened, and I heard Grace's voice from just behind me.

"Oh my god."

Hi again! Remember me from earlier?

You're probably tired of hearing from me so I'll keep this snappy and giphy (see what I did there?)

Thank you all again for stopping by, and for those of you who leave some love in the comments or by voting for each chapter!

Sorry that this was a bit short and dialogue heavy but there were just a few things that Kenna and Ewan had to get off their chests, y'know? Now they can move forward and be adorable and whatever and keep secrets from siblings and friends because that seems like a great idea doesn't it?

But what are you going to do, you can't reason with them.

Anyway, see you all again soon - sooner than before, I promise!