"It is the most amazing feeling in the world, and I'm glad you like it, because you are going to have to get used to it, because I'm going to love you forever." Peter decided that it couldn't hurt too much, and he moved his hand from her back, and placed it around her waist, hoping that she didn't mind. His touch was gentle, and she was glad to have him with her.

"Peter, I know that we haven't been doing great the last three days, but you don't have to worry about that, the circumstances for your coldness were, and still are understandable. I don't want things to be any different between us then they were before all of this happened, but I also don't want us to forget what happened."

"We won't forget. It's not possible, everywhere we go, you and I will be reminded of what happened, and all that we have been through together. I will miss Bryan, and I know you will too, he will always be in our thoughts, and our hearts, come what may." Peter stood up, pulled Rebecca up to face him, and kissed her. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and his rested on her back. Peter broke off the kiss when he sensed Rebecca wincing in pain. "Was I being too rough on your cuts? Are you alright?" asked Peter, worriedly.

"I'll be fine; they just hurt a little, its nothing." Rebecca didn't want Peter to worry, and she didn't want him to let go of her.

"You should let me take a look at those cuts, I just want to make sure that there's nothing that can be done about them to make them better." Peter looked concerned for Rebecca's pain.

"Alright, if it will make you feel any better, go ahead. Rebecca turned around, and pulled up her shirt to her rib cage so that Peter could take a look.

"Oh, Rebecca, this looks awful! This must be extremely painful; you're all cut and bruised, and red." He ran his finger softly over one of the cuts; making her shiver a little. "Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, not really, you're being gentle. It can't be as bad as you make it sound, I mean, it hurt a lot at the time, but it can't be anywhere near as bad as your leg is, I mean, you were shot." Rebecca pulled her shirt back down, and turned towards Peter.

"Yeah, but I got medical help from a doctor, and I'm going to be fine, this looks like it might be infected, which wouldn't be good, did you go to a doctor?" asked Peter.

"No, I guess I didn't even think about it, what with everything else. I mean, I washed in as well as I could myself, but I didn't see a doctor."

"You really should have, I mean, maybe you still should, but I don't know."

"I don't want to, I don't want to explain to another person what happened, and I really don't want the government to look into this at all, I'll be fine, I promise." Rebecca looked at Peter, hoping that he wouldn't make her go to a doctor.

"Well, I think you should have someone look at it, but if you really don't want to, at least let me clean it up for you. I don't want this to cause you any more pain then it has to." Rebecca consented, and let Peter clean the cuts.

"Ah," Rebecca winced in pain as the cloth Peter was using stung her final cut, and according to Peter, the biggest of them.

"Are you alright, I'll try to be more gentle."

"It's not you, you are being as gentle as possible, it just hurts, that's all." Peter finished cleaning the final cut, and softly dried it.

"Alright, well, that's all I can do for you, I hope it feels better."

"Thank you very much; I'm sure it will be much better now." Rebecca turned around, and smiled kindly at him.

"You are so beautiful," said Peter quietly. She kissed him fiercely, and he kissed her back. The closer she was to him, the safer she felt, and she realized that if she was ever separated from Peter again, she would die.

"Peter, when I say I love you, I mean it, with all my heart."

"I know, I can tell, and you know that I do as well." They kept kissing; neither could break apart, though they both knew that they should. Peter ran his hands gently down Rebecca's scarred back, and down to her waist, then suddenly, he broke away.

"Peter, what is it? Is everything alright?"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I love you and I don't want to lose your respect." Peter sighed, yet again not entirely sure what he should do.

"It's alright, you're not going to lose my respect, and you're never going to lose my love." Rebecca pulled Peter closer to her, and began to kiss him again. Both of them holding the other as closely as possible, neither knowing what would happen, and neither caring about anything other then each other right at that very moment.

Peter awoke to find his arms tightly around Rebecca, and hers around him. He tightened his grip on her, as if trying to show that he would protect her from anything at all that tried to hurt her. She felt his movement, and awoke, a little startled to see Peter, but she was pleased that he was there. Both of them knew what had happened, but neither cared, all that mattered was that they were together, and both of them felt that this was the way it was meant to be, and that this was the way it was going to be for a very long time.

The End