Author's Note: That's going to be the final part of this short one-shot about Jude and Elsa being in one universe together even when Elsa's a ghost instead of a mortal like Jude and Timothy. Anyway if you have any suggestions for one-shots and with which ship, you can drop them in comments anytime so that to fulfil your expectancies even if I don't publish them right on time or just after the one-shot where you have dropped your ideas! Anyway I hope you like and enjoy the finale of this one-shot. :))

--- *** ---

--- The Next Morning ---

--- 16th of November, 1964 ---

The morning after approached slower than a sluggishly crawling snail, barely making any progress.

The night before when Timothy eyed the scenery of his right hand clad in different attires as a mere civilian while controlling her vehicle and driving far away from the old asylum's territory without thinking twice to return ever again instantly killed his appetite and primary need to collect some sleep. He'd never expect the former sister of the church has any dubious intentions and thoughts over Timothy. He hadn't got the chance to acknowledge even her genuinely rational motives of resigning from the church and fleeing the mental institution.

What the British compatriot did was spending the entire night without blinking his eyelids for a single second to collect a glimpse of physical and mental regeneration. The insomnia and the heartache were inevitably draining his youthful energy and train of thoughts as a void's vortex until they're hollows and numb. Even when the aspiring Monsignor opted to shut his eyes for awhile, it was almost a failure to resume. Tinting images of Jude from the last night while wearing casual garments and pulling the cab far away from Briarcliff still haunted him, viciously shadowing the corners of his vision with the worst. Heartbreak and unrequited love. He simply didn't fathom why she did this.

A grotesque flat line indicated across his lips. Neither a warm welcoming, any hints of slight smile, nor an aggressively baleful scowl. The mid-November's dim sun filtered his austere office with saturating sun as its vibrant sunlight delicately stroke his chestnut hair, pale as ghost skin and the furnitures. The patients were already released from their cells and the common room was opened since the wee hours of the morning. They've already taken their morning medicines and had another low-quality breakfast.

As soon as his colossal, creamy as baby skin hand managed to land on the retro, charcoal black phone, dialing per a number the phone number of the Mother Superior, in order to collect some tangible information about Jude and the real motives of fleeing the church for which he hasn't even acknowledged. A heavy sigh flushed disquietly his chest. He still missed the early mornings when he either visited her office or she's actually the visitor in his office, discussing professionally certain topics or their holy missions where they're as team players. Mother Claudia was actually amidst the last hopes that could leak some piece of information where his rare bird is and what made her.

When he clung the earpiece to his ear, awaiting the phone call to be answered right away, his front ivory teeth scraped the delicate skin of his lower baby pinkish lips, blinking a couple of times his eyelids' muscles unnerved. Something urged him the senior sister of the church answered his call right away at last.

"H-Hello, Mother Superior!" On the other line of the phone call, the senior holy woman cleared her throat, whilst the British aristocrat's stutter floated from his lips, reluctant to fluent his utterance due to the abruptness.

"Oh Monsignor, I did expect a phone call from you now!" The undertones in her stern, elderly voice indited that she knew everything about the former licentious nightclub singer deliriously and she might be far from promising to her ex-protégé to leak something to the holy priest. "Is it about Sister Jude?"

"Y-Yes, it's!" Galore of pressure encumbered his constricted chest, almost unable to take a deep breath and relax himself for a split second. Everything was chaoctic without the love of his life. Even from a distance, the swarm of butterflies flapped contently, nonchalantly their wings and fluttering in his stomach as if he's actually head over heels in love with the first ever woman he's insanely fallen in love. "I saw her the last night dressed up in casual clothes and driving far away from Briarcliff with her cab. Last but not least, her baggage was ready and that's eventually the last time I saw her." His cocoa brown pools were casted downward at his shuffled feet under the hardwood bureau, flushing a dim puff from his nose. "Do you know anything about it?"

"I've promised to her I should keep the rest of it as a secret between me and her, unfortunately! It's like a betrayal, Monsignor! I really can't tell you where's she now."

"In first place, did she resign from the church?"

"She did yesterday. Just a few hours after Dr. Arden's arrest." All of a sudden, his round, big eyes widened in panic, finding his heart missing a rhythmical beat that hammered in his ribscage.

"I didn't mean to be way too prying, Mother Superior, but I'm truly concerned what made Jude to resign from the church and give me hints where exactly her current location is."

"I'm afraid to tell you, Monsignor, that," Pause, murderously reluctant limped her throat while gulping the budding lump in her throat, thereafter sipping her glass of lukewarm, fresh water within a couple of seconds during the pause. "That she's somewhere in New York and it's her personal and only decision to no longer be a nun."

"I-I see. Anyway I'd like to thank you for leaking this information even if she already knows that you haven't fully kept your promise."

"She isn't supposed to know that I told you that. Have a nice day!"

"Have a nice d-" In the mid-sentence, the phone cut off as his sentence abided unfinished while verging to finish the phone conversation they conversated, slamming the earpiece back to the phone.

--- *** ---

--- A Couple of Months Later ---

--- 16th of April, 1965 ---

It has been 5 months since it was the last time when Timothy was in Boston by fleeing the small city of Massachusetts, subsequently moving in New York and resigning from the church in no time. The once ambitious man of the cloth didn't have any intentions of continuing his hallowed journey up to the exalted titles in the diocese Cardinal and afterwards being the Pope in Rome.

When he moved somewhere in the small neighbourhood of New York by renting a small apartment of his own with a few rooms only, he found a job as a Latin teacher in the nearest school and adopting an orphan which was nine-year-old young boy from the nigh orphanage, because he loved children more than anything by becoming fond of them, thanks to Jude who inspired him even when he saw her a couple of months ago as a last time, besides the British compatriot was incredibly wealthy.

Timothy and his foster son Flint shared the apartment together and have their own bedrooms. When the Latin teacher had classes at school, Flint was at school and when Timothy finished his Latin classes for the day, consequently he picked up his adoptive son by utterly allowing him to play on the playground after school with a handful of amiable peers of his even though he didn't have many friends at all and some of the children mocked him cluelessly blunt, having maliciously infantile intentions of letting him down.

In the weekends, Flint and his foster father went on hikes in the park and woods, besides allowing him to go out and play with his friends in the neighbourhood, although his paternal instincts that resuscitated at the thought of malicious kidnaps and violence that were seldom common amidst the naïve, young children. Last but not least, the young boy studied with immense passion a few subjects and his father aided him from time to time with his homework when he struggled the most.

Anyway the day of the trial approached and it was the sole day-off school for the former holy man, due to the fact, he must pay a visit to the court and having lastly the chance of reuniting with Jude again. His adoptive son was at school yet.

When the former man of the cloth was waiting patiently a half an hour until the trial outside the grandiose façade with his hired lawyer, all of a sudden, the monotonous of prominent clicks, clinking the ground immediately drew his attention at the memorably recognizable lady. It was Judy.

At the moment, his chocolate brown irises resuscitated the brightness of the warmest chocolate, mottling them or it was just the spring sunlight. A slight smile indicated across his berry-coloured, soft as satin lips at the sight of his right hand.

Lesen, convenient oyster-white shirt hugged her slim torso gracefully with a handful of undone stubborn buttons, exposing partly her collarbones and delicate neck. Midnight black pencil skirt with black stockings and midnight black chunks along with an ideally matching navy blue long coat. Her halo ringlet of silky old Hollywood gilt curls were piled up graciously on her shoulders even if they were slightly trimmed, losing length with a few spans. Lilac and gardenia alluring fragrance oozed of her, wafting across his sensitive nostrils. She looked gorgeous. Still gorgeous into his eyes and much younger.

His heart raced, throbbing vehemently into his ribscage, almost losing its isochronical frequency. The heart pulses pulsated into his ears, muting the eloquently elating and serene birdsongs, twittering in the backgrounds. Uneasiness creased across his facial features at the sight of the blonde and the trial that awaited them so that to grant additional piece of evidence if they've collected through the past months about the former Nazi war criminal and his unspeakeable crimes.

"J-Jude?" He addressed mellowly in velvety voice her name with his British accent, biting his lower lip, whereas she approached him. "Hi!" Far from reluctant to resist her ethereal grace and the nonplussing reunion.

"Hi Timothy!" A slight, nonetheless, friendly smile bloomed upon her porcelain, still youthful complexion. Perhaps she's so happy to see him again or that's a mirage only, blurring his childlike ecstasy of their phenomenal reunion months later. "It's nice to see ya," Pause limped the words on her tongue, exhaling sharply to let them slip from her tongue densely as a running waterfall. "Again!" Emphasis of the last word managed the younger man to quirk a dark, thick eyebrow.

"It's good to be back. How's the life?" A generous blush touched her well-defined, chubby cheeks.

"It's good. I've a fresh start that I wished for a long time and a job that I really like, not gonna lie. What about yar life, Timothy?"

"Mine is well." In spite of the heartache he endured for almost a half a year, he opted to not revive the compassionate side of his rare bird by drawing blandly childish attention. "I'm a Latin teacher in the nearest school and I've adopted a young boy, whose name is Flint."

"That's amazing! I bet you've a wonderful life together. Is he a good boy?" Mild sarcasm swam in her enquiry, curling her lip.

"Of course, Flint is a good boy! Why do you even ask?" Although of not seeing one another, their funny sides were unlocked and didn't forbide them to be part of their interaction instead of keeping it dry and cold as if they're peculiar strangers.

"I'm just asking."
"What do you work as actually?"

"Urm, an assistant in the hospital!" In the meanwhile, during their conversation, what Jude commenced to question was her crush's facial expression that softened, painting somber nuances at the prospect of the distress, dirty as a ceaseless stain on a cloth or a bedsheet. "For heaven sake, what's that facial expression on your face, Timothy?" Wry chuckle clicked the roof of her mouth.

"I'm just nervous and overwhelmed all over this."

"Over what?"

"Not only the trial makes me so nervous, but also for seeing you again."

"Aww, the poor you!" Her lips parted in the scoff, throwing her lean, alabaster arms around his upper back, whereas his muscly, strong arms snaked around her waist. Her parchment, fresh face was buried in the crook of his arm, while his chin rested on the top of her head as a perching bird. "I assure ya everything is going to be fine. The trial will pass and this war criminal and whoever he's supposed to be will get what he truly deserves." The both former members of the clergy molted in the kindhearted, warm hug they shared mutually even when they haven't had accomplished almost any kind of a physical contact except holding each other's hands and the delicate touch of their facial skin.

Once they broke off the embrace, they took their time to admire one another's enchanting facial features, memorizing them yet as far as they were like before.

All of a sudden, the younger man managed to take the older woman's petite, cold warm into his much larger, amusingly warm, squeezing it tightly and lovingly. Her honey brown eyes followed the motion of his hand grabbing hers, whilst the thumb managed to knead the back of hers alleviatingly. In the interval, her ivory, still firm for her age front teeth chewed on her lower lip by relishing each moment and each second she spent with her crush. Their hearts raced equally.

"A-Anything wrong?" The Bostonian's inquiry taunted the British aristocrat's arch of his eyebrow once again.

"No, no! It's just," He averted his stare for a split second, attempting to sort his mind and recollect the words for a rational reply. "I missed you so much!"

--- *** ---

--- A Couple of Hours Later or So ---

After the trial, the both former members of the clergy separated as Jude went to work in the hospital as an assistant, whereas Timothy was at home by cleaning and dusting just before going back to school to collect Flint and spent some time outdoors before going back at home.

When the both males were on their way to home after opening the grand apartment's front door as they'd to tower the stairs of a few floors up to their, suddenly something grabbed the former priest's attention promptly while he's about to tower the stairway to the third floor. Jude was back from work by unlocking the door of her flat as it was oblivious she's being observed by Flint and Timothy.

"I've an idea!" The foster father of the infant clamped with a hand his mouth, opting to muffle any sound that notoriously squeaks from his lips and diminishing the chances of startling the blonde. "Follow me!" Meantime, they escalated the stairs without an ado.

The truth eventually was that Timothy told every petty detail he's collected as a remarkable piece of memory with the former nun and what he knew about her, consequently the little boy assimilated it, figuring out she's a wonderful person with big and golden heart, besides she's undeniably intelligent, cunning, beautiful and responsible. He wished she was his foster mother, throughout somehow dating his adoptive father and being a family altogether, in spite of the circumstances.

As soon as they stepped beside the front door of Jude's flat, a couple of blamelessly light door raps were produced against the lacquered cherry wood.

"Jude?" No response. No footsteps echoed anywhere before the door to answer its guests. "Rare bird, do you mind if we talk again?"

Heavy sigh surged from the top of his brittle lungs, while his foster son nudged him, emboldening slyly to enter in the apartment. What it surprised them was that she hasn't locked it, thereafter they stepped inside, tiptoeing without catching any further, reckless attention at all. Silver-tongued, herdonic humming whistled in the kitchen as Flint and Timothy had a big surprise for Jude.

Meanwhile, the amalgamation of chopping vegetables on the wooden chopping desk, grasping the kitchen knife and the hum boated in the kitchen background.

"Jude?" Once he emphasized her name in honeyed voice, propping on the doorframe along with the schooler, suddenly the middle-aged woman dropped unintentionally the kitchen knife in the sink, startling at their sudden presences.

"Oh! You really scared the hell out of me. " Then she turned to the both males with a benevolently soft smile, creased across her face when she noticed Timothy wasn't alone, momentarily reconigising the infant who accompanied him. It was Flint.

"I'm so sorry but I wanted to surprise you." Meantime, the older lady ushered them to set a foot in the kitchen, taking their seats on the kitchen table. "Feel like home, gentlemen!" Whilst Timothy and Flint were sitting on the kitchen table, the former pious sister of the church gathered two empty, unused yet glasses for drinks from the cabinet, untying her egg-white, plain apron that armored her torso, evading spoiling her garments. "Would ya like to drink something?"

"Just a glass of water for me!" Timothy ordered politely.

"How about ya too, little gentleman?"

"A glass of juice, please, ma'am!" The formal politeness of Flint dumbfounded the former promiscuous jazz nightclub singer, melting her heart whilst pouring the in the both separated glasses water from the turned sink's faucet and natural juice in the same time.

"Just call me Judy or Jude, young man!" When she finished pouring the beverages, thus she served them on the dining table as they nodded gratefully their heads, shaking a hand with Flint. "It's a pleasure meeting you Flint! I'm Judy, your adoptive father's old friend."

"It's really nice to meet you, Judy! I'm just Flint."

In the next a half an hour, the both former members of the clergy conversated one another along with the former orphan about personal topics and miraculously, Judy became quickly doted on the little boy maternally platonic. Laughters thrieved life in the kitchen as Jude's responsibility to cook a dinner was oblivious for her. As soon as the conversation escalated, suddenly the both adults excused themselves by going in the older woman's bedroom to have a personal conversation between them, promising they will be back in a jiffy.

"Timothy, I'd like to know how did ya know I live there, first and foremost!" Mild lividness brewed and cooked inside her as the former holy man held the door gentlemanly for her, whereas she seated on the edge of her double bed.

"I didn't know that you lived in the same flat as mine until I occasionally spotted you unlocking the door of yours after I got Flint back from school and we spent some time together outdoors."

"And why yar after me like a hungry beast? Why?" The blonde bared her teeth balefully, ducking her head as her face was buried in the nest of her delicate palms. Crystalline, frail tears drenched the palms of her hands, sniveling as the bedroom's door was slammed as Timothy sat alongside her, trying to console her.

"The night you left Briarcliff and I saw you how you were turning the car engine after your luggage was in the car, it made me to ask myself a lot of questions."

"What questions?"

"What made you exactly to flee Briarcliff and resign from the church?" His mammoth, veiny hand managed to lower to her shoulder, rubbing it featherly, comfortingly as a peck on the top of her head writhed her, resembling a seizure. "W-Why you're distancing yourself from me? What's wrong with me?"

"The question is what's wrong with me." Meanwhile, she uncupped her face, her ruddy-rimmed, puffy eyes were transfixed on him shamefacedly. Desperate frown twisted across her naturally rosy-coloured lips. "I wanted a fresh start. I didn't want to hurt you at all. I'm just scared once you know who's actually yar rare bird, ya want to forget about me and dump me as a human waste."

"J-Jude! I'd never be capable of leaving you even forgetting about you." He cut her off curtly. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about your past or who you used to be a long time ago."

"I'm just for a really goddamn good fuck onl-"

"Jude, don't talk like that!" He grasped the hug, consolingly whispering. "I just want to be with you. I don't need anything else except my small family which is you and Flint."

"Pretty woman, walkin' down the street! Pretty woman the kind I like to meet!" Suddenly, one of the street musicians in the neighbourhood played on the guitar, chanting in a resonance the song as the both devotional members of the church flinched at the sudden chant.

"Do you truly mean all this?"

"I always speak my mind." He unwrapped one of his strong, muscular arms by planting an affectionate, light kiss on her temple. "Just for you, my rare bird!"

--- *** ---

Whilst the both adults haven't exited for a quarter an hour the bedroom, Flint sipped his glass of natural juice until he felt an unfamiliar touch, squeezing his shoulder. He startled at first, turning to face the ghost of Elsa that offered him a sympathetically maternal smile, spread across her lips.

"W-Who are you?" The little boy's naïve posed question made the German emigrant's smile to grow drastically as a spring flower in the wee days of the spring. Offering love and comfort.

"I'm Elsa Mars. I'm your father's girlfriend doppelganger."

"Are they dating?"

"They're definitely dating, sweetie!" At the moment, the former freak show owner guided the young boy after he got from the dining table, guiding him up to the bedroom, her elvish gloved hand met the doorknob until in a subtly quiet clicked the door opened at the sight of cuddling on the double bed couple. "Look for yourself!" The suddenness of a content smile flexed his jaw line, unable to wipe off the contagious content smile.

The romantic sight of the both adults cuddling and muffling warm breaths mutually were breathlessly a dream come true for Flint as his foster father yearned more than anything to behold him with nobody else than his rara avis. Elsa was actually right. Jude and Timothy were officially a couple and he could scarcely imagine somebody else replacing Jude as his own an adoptive mother to nurture him and the former man of the cloth, besides loving them to bones. It was far from possible picturing a scenario with his father being a single or on the contrary, dating another woman than the lady of his dreams. His rare bird. 

Bonus: I'd like to apologize for making this one-shot ending with bringing Nunsignor again, nevertheless, that's how the story continued. 

Furthermore, my apologies for the lack of updates over the one-shot series, however, I had some ideas for one-shots though the abundance of concepts for new short stories along with Wings of Light postpone the updates over the one-shot collection.

Anyway I sincerely hope you liked and enjoyed this one-shot!