Hello, sorry it's late. I was so exhausted when I came home yesterday so I fell asleep before I could upload this chapter. But here it is after all, the last chapter. Enjoy :)

The first months after Martin's breakdown had been horrible. Douglas had forced Martin to move in with him after he had found the captain drunk outside his door at three in the morning. The nights that followed had left Douglas with a severe sleep deprivation, but not as severe as Martin's. Martin had woken up, screaming and crying from yet another bad nightmare every night, and it took Douglas almost half an hour to get him to calm down.

After a week he had offered to pay for therapy sessions but Martin had blankly refused, telling him that he was fine and that he just needed a while to adjust. Douglas had had to physically drag him to the first appointment and an hour later a shaking, red eyed Martin walked out the therapist's door and collapsed in Douglas' arms.

It had been decided that the sessions would continue, once a week, until Martin had made enough progress, and so they did. Douglas would drag Martin to the therapist's office, Martin would emerge one hour later, sobbing and trembling and Laura, the therapist, would seek out Douglas and tell him about the day's session while Martin calmed down.

Over the weeks a side of Martin, before unknown to Douglas, continued to unfold, a side full of tears, hurt, anger and self loathing. He suddenly became aware of Martin's struggles with social anxiety, self harming and suicidal thoughts.

Five weeks into the therapy Martin himself had told Douglas about his suicide attempts, there had been two of them, and showed him the scars on his wrists. Laura had been proud and called it progress, Douglas had felt so sick with guilt he hadn't slept at all that night.

Three weeks later things had changed. Martin had as usual emerged from Laura's office red eyed and exhausted from crying, but this time with a smile on his lips. Laura had walked up behind him, squeezed his shoulders and told Douglas that Martin had stopped blaming himself and started blaming his family which, though it still was a long way to go, was a huge step in the right direction.

From that moment on things got better, Martin slowly started smiling more, laughing more and enjoying life more. He became more and more confident and his stutter and nervous mumblings had disappeared, at least when he talked to people he knew, and three and a half months after his breakdown Martin was ready to fly again.

Herc, who had been kind enough to fill in when Douglas couldn't do the flight alone, did a huge show of handing over the captain's hat to Martin and then promised to take them all out for dinner when they returned.

Ever so slowly but just as steadily things returned to normal...almost

Douglas was sitting once again with an overly cheerful and polite Martin, but this time it was in a very Martin kind of way.

"Sir seems to be in an awfully cheery mood today."

"No I'm not!"

"Martin, you were whistling, whistling, a moment ago.

"Oh, you heard that." Martin blushed deep red, a habit that had stayed exactly the same since the 'incident' almost a year ago.

"It was hard not to"

Martin shifted a bit in his chair and took a firmer hold on the controls, staring out at the clouds in front of them. Douglas looked expectantly at his co-pilot but said co-pilot, not so subtly as he probably wished, ignored him.

"Martin" He urged, curious about what the captain needed to hide so badly. Because whatever it was he was hiding, he was doing it badly.

"Fine" Martin tried to glare at him but the effect was rather lost since there was a huge grin on his lips. "I've met someone"

"Who's the lucky girl, or should I say unlucky"

"Oh, ha ha ha." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, it's...it's not a girl actually." He bit his lip and looked over at Douglas.

"Oh, didn't know you played for the other team."

Martin blushed deep red once more and fidgeted a bit.

"Actually, I kind of play for both teams. Sort of, you know."

"Captain Crieff, ever so indecisive." When Martin opened his mouth to protest Douglas quickly asked"

"Who's the lucky boy?"

Martin broke into a huge grin again and Douglas couldn't help to mimic.

"His name is Dave, well David actually but he calls himself Dave and everybody else calls him Dave so I-"

"Martin"

"Oh sorry. So Dave. We met when I was moving his furniture three months ago, he just moved here you know, and he asked if I wanted a coffee and I said yes and we had coffee and he then asked for my number so I gave it to him and he called me the next day and asked me for another coffee." He paused to breathe. "And I joined him for coffee and we talked and laughed and then we had lunched and talked and laughed more and he's really really cute and I really really like him and he really really likes me. Me!"

"It sounds really really really good" Douglas teased, earning a glare from his copilot before he continued" Don't take this the wrong way bit Martin, that happened three months ago. Why are you such an annoying ray of sunshine today?"

"Well..." Martin cleared his throat and shifted in his chair a few times, his ears turning pink, and cleared his throat again. "I...we...it was the first...I spent the night at his house and we slept together for the first time. Not sleep slept but, you know, slept slept together and-"

"Alright alright, I get it and you're free to keep all juicy details to yourself."

Martin ears went a darker shade of pink but despite this he looked rather smug. Douglas was just glad he could suppress the mental images of Martin and Dave together in bed doing, NO! Stop. He was not going to think about that. However what he was most definitely going to thing about, or rather do, was to make sure Martin remained alright and that this Dave person didn't mess that up.

Douglas and Dave met a few days later when he came to pick up Martin after a flight. Dave was, a quite normal looking bloke. He was taller than Martin, which wasn't such a feat, and probably older, but only with a year or two, and although he wasn't attractive he wasn't ugly either. He was just normal, well to Douglas at least. Because when Martin and Dave looked eyes Douglas swore he could see Martin soar an inch or two above the ground.

"Hi honey" Dave gave Martin a peck on the cheek and then faced Douglas. "So is this the famous Douglas Richardson you've been talking so much about"

"Pleasure to meet you." Douglas took Dave's outstretched hand in a strong grip, no really trusting the man.

"Dave Johnson."

Douglas didn't say anything,he only continued to stare at Dave, making it very clear that if he ever hurt Martin no one would ever know that the body found shredded in one of GERTI's jet engines was his. Dave bravely stared back at him, slowly raising one arm to squeeze Martin's shoulders, stopping the pilot's nervous shifting from foot to foot.

"Dave?" Martin asked when the pause got too tense for him to handle. Dave needed a moment to compose himself and then look down at Martin like the little ginger was his whole world.

"Yes dear?"

"Shouldn't we, um, eh. It might go cold."

"Cold? Oh the pizza, right." He turned and faced Douglas again" We'll be off then, nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine."

Douglas watched as the pair walked away, lacing their fingers together and whispering in each other's ears and giggling like teenagers. When they reached the car Dave leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to his boyfriend's, his hands tugging at Martin's ginger hair and, quite frankly, proceeded to snog the hell out of him.

When they broke up Martin grinned like he was the happiest man on earth and Douglas decided that yeah, Martin would actually be perfectly alright.

I got a comment on Martin's therapist telling Douglas about the day's session and I just want to say that she was given permission to do so by Martin. I couldn't work this in without it sounding forced or like a parenthesis so that's why it's not in the chapter.

So this was it. Please tell me what you think about the story so I know what I can improve.

Take care

/Phin

(Ps. the reuploading was just some formatting done. Not a word changed)