Miles felt like complete shit. As his eyes started to open, letting the unwelcome rays of sunlight through the cracks he tried to survey his surroundings through blurred vision...an empty mug, a coffee table, a TV with the dvd menu of "Struck by Lightning" blasting some god awful music. His head pounded steadily and the injured side of his face had grown ridiculously sore. His throat was scratchy and burned with heat as he groaned, fighting between being awake and remaining asleep.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head.", the gleeful voice of his boyfriend caught his attention just as he was beginning to drift off again

He turned onto his back and blinked a few times, tracing the sound to the figure standing behind the back of the couch. He let his eyes focus on his boyfriend's smiling face before offering a tired smile of his own.

"Morning, Tris.", he murmured, "Oh fuck...school. What time is it?"

Miles' thoughts suddenly came up with him as he jolted up, fully prepared to be rushed out the door.

"Time for you to lay back down. You're staying home.", Tristan said laying a hand against his boyfriend's shoulder, "We're both staying. You to get some rest, and me to be the over protective shadow of a boyfriend. Both of our mothers are informed - thanks to Winston playing middle man- and yours says you can call her or head back home whenever you're ready."

Miles' face fell with nervous thoughts. Tristan hopped over the back of the couch and plopped at Miles' feet, grabbing him by the hands and pulling him next to him. He brought the boy into a hug and let his head flop down onto Miles' shoulder.

"Hey. You can do this. I know you can. Things are gonna be tough, but they're also gonna get so much better.", he whispered into his boyfriend's ear, "And don't even think that I'm trying to get rid of you. Mama says you can stay another night or two if you want. We could probably keep pushing it longer if you really need and -"

"Tris.", Miles' deep voice cut him off, "Thank you. Really. I probably should go home at some point tonight to talk to my mom and the twins. Get everything straightened out. Maybe you can go with me?"

"Of course.", Tristan breathed and Miles couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief

"What was that for?", Tristan questioned lifting out of the hug to make eye contact with his boyfriend

As Tristan stared into his eyes he could see it - the slight trace of shimmer starting to make its way back into his gaze. It filled him to the brim with hope, a huge smile plastering across his face.

"It'll be a lot easier with you there.", Miles confessed and Tristan felt his heart swell, "It's always easier with you around Tristan. No matter what it is. Life gets like, a thousand times better when I'm with you. Even last night. I came over feeling so fucking helpless and you kinda made everything okay. It's like...you rescued me, Tris. Like some night in shining armor from one of my sister's old fairy tales. You took me from a dangerous place and brought me here, with you...to safety. And it's the only place I ever need to be."

A/N: Aaaaaaaaannnnnddddd that's it! The last chapter. God, even I'm not ready for this fic to end! I'm almost thinking about writing an alternate ending or some sort of one-shot sequel if anyone would be interested in it. Let me know in the reviews guys! If I don't continue off of this, you can definitely expect some more Triles action from me in the very near future!