In school, he never seemed lonely to you. Or scared. And then he made the mistake of joining Royal Pain and you didn't see him for the rest of the year. Or the next.

After that you graduated and started to study Chinese. You're all set to be a different man than your father was, when you start feeling Guilt. Guilt because you haven't been to see him in ages. You still write, but, you suddenly feel the need to see him. Letters seem…ungrateful and cold. Maybe you go just to prove you're not him.

As you're walking in to visit your dad, you look over your shoulder and see him through mesh and bars and stone. Just a glimpse of a once proud face looking tired and scared and young. Younger than you see your own at any rate and it's a creepy thought.

After you're done talking to your dad, who's proud of you being a college student instead of a criminal, you ask a guard about Lash, with no real reason, except morbid curiosity. He says he hasn't had a visitor since he's been inside. With those words a vague stirring of pity wells in your chest and you ask to see him, on a whim. Lash seemed so small and broken.

So you talk to him. Tell him about school and plans to visit China (Will might fly you if both of you can find time in your hectic schedules) and he says he managed to graduate high school in there. You talk for an hour, and then you're told gently you must leave. You curl up in Will's arms that night, thankful he saved you from that path.

Soon you're visiting often, seeing first your father, then Lash. It takes up time, valuable time, time you need because you're juggling work and school and Will. But it feels right. After a while Will visits too, either alone or with you. And then you hear Lash is getting out, and you go to meet him, the only friends he has are you and Will. Speed turned on him after a month inside.

Lash seems still seems small, but he's not as small as before and the air of fear is gone, and his eyes have stopped their suspicious darting. You hug him, glad to be able to touch him after three years of speaking to him through glass and steel. He smells like stale air and blood and stone. He shivers a little, near tears, in shock from your touch and the sweet smelling outside air. You tell him he'll be able to shower soon and wear clothes that aren't gray and eat real food. He calms down and you hold his hand all the way back to your house.

Will is waiting and he hugs Lash too. And you smile, because you and Will held lash together and he held you together, and soon you can finally feel his body where it belongs, safe between Will's and yours. And you smile a broad smile, thinking about all that you've managed to build, looking at you lover and future lover. You, Warren Peace, finally feel complete, and completely in love.

A/N: I saw the movie again today 'cause I was bored and this popped into my brain, my plot bunnies are really fond of bizarre pairings. My first threesome fic, so tell me if I fked up. Lash was just to pretty to rot in jail. I might write Will's and Lash's POV later. Now do me a favor and click the pretty button below. The one for reviews. Pretty please with a cherry on top.