A/N: And as we round up things are returning to normal. A chapter of Will and Ron. As a note, for the next few months, Kitty is offically taking over completely. So, when the sequel begins it will be Kitty dealing with it. I'd explain why but it's complicated and you people don't want to know about my personal issues too much. So, yeah, she's taking over completely, I hope that's won't be too much of a shock to your systems. She doesn't write so quickly so maybe not daily updates, but it's still my plot(-ish). Anyway, thank you for all your lovely reviews this fic and see you for the sequel.

"Ronald, what are you doing?" Ronald glanced up and William caught his arms gently. "You don't have to do that on your own."

Ronald frowned, noticing William's gaze flickering to his arms guiltily. He didn't remember returning the night before or what they were doing. He didn't remember much of the night before really but somehow his bandages and bracers had vanished. He snatched his arms away and folded them so William couldn't see the wounds anymore. William sighed and picked up the new bandages, gently taking his wrist and tapping on end in place.

"I don't know why you insist on doing these on your own," William said gently as he worked. "You don't need to keep them covered anymore."

"I was doing them because you were in the shower," Ronald said. "But don't like seeing them and I know they upset you too, so I keep them covered up."

"Don't be stupid," he said, glancing away. "As long as you're ok-"

"It wasn't your fault." He caught William's chin gently and turned him back to face him. "You didn't know. If you'd know what he was like and had done nothing then, sure, it'd be your fault but you didn't. The second you realised there was something wrong about him, you kicked him out, you couldn't have known he'd come after me, and you were in no condition to do anything." He reached up and gently brushed William's chest, the jagged marks over his heart. "I pulled you into the cupboard, I was the one who made him realise you didn't love him anymore and I ran off like a stupid kid, leaving you alone. If I'd not been so childish, I would have been there to help you."

William shook his head and took his hand, kissing his wrist gently. "I didn't realise you felt that way."

"I almost lost you several times," he said gently. "They kept telling me not to get my hopes because you weren't ever going to recover. I was more scared than I'd ever been."

"When I thought you- when the doctors said-"

"I know." He laughed softly and sat back on the bed as William moved onto bandaging his other arm. "I must have left the bracers with Eric and Alan."

"We've got a spare pair somewhere." Ronald laughed and the second William had finished with the bandages he pushed him back to the bed and settled on his chest, closing his eyes as William ran his hands through his hair. "We need to talk, Ronald. Grell said some things that made me think."

"Which is?"

"Why are we together?"

"Don't you want to be?"

"Of course I do. I need to know what's going on here."

Ronald frowned and turned to gaze up at him. "We're in love, aren't we? Or do you-"

"Don't start getting upset," William said gently, patting his head. "He asked if we were a proper couple."

"What does that mean according to Grell?" Ronald said, frowning slightly.

"Like Eric and Alan, apparently," he said. "That we're ready to spend the rest of our lives together."

"And... are we?"

William frowned and gently took his hand, squeezing gently. Ronald frowned, getting a sinking feeling. "I'm not completely sure. I've never really thought about it before but I'd like to think we will be one day soon. We both agreed we still have a lot to work out and all this with Marcus hasn't really helped, but if this therapy continues to work, maybe soon we will be."

Ronald grinned snuggled into his shoulder. "I hope so. I want to get better for you. I want to make you happy with this relationship."

"I am happy. This has been a hard few months but we need to keep working at it. Come on, get up."

"But it's our day off."

"Up."

He sighed and got up, watching William as he got dressed then tossed a top over at him. He pulled it on and just about caught the pair of bracers chucked at him. He frowned and buttoned them up as he followed William out to the living room where Grim was stretched out on the kitchen counter. William sighed and shooed him off, reaching into the cupboard for a packet of food, the kitten himself rubbing against his legs as Ronald went into the cupboards for mugs.

"We'll get some from a cafe," William said. Ronald frowned and glanced over his shoulder at him. "We're going out."

"Where?" Ronald said, leaning against the desk.

"Hospital," he replied.

"Why? I'm not supposed to go to therapy today, am I?" he said, slipping on his shoes. "And I didn't think they were checking on my arms until next week. Or have I lost time of time again?"

"No, we're not going there for anything like that," William said, coming over and cupping his cheeks, gently kissing his nose. Ronald wrinkled his nose and reached leant back against the door. "You'll see."

Ronald frowned and William slipped on his coat and shoes. There was a teasing smirk on William's lips that made him slightly uneasy. He pulled on his coat and followed William out and locking the door behind him. He grabbed William's hand as they headed up through the offices to the hospital wing. Ronald tried asking several times to ask what was going on but William just smirked and lead him through to the private recovery rooms.

"Seriously, William, where are we going?" He smiled and opened one of the doors, pulling Ronald in, shutting it behind him and pushing him up onto the bed. "Isn't this-" William smirked and climbed up onto the bed with him. "How did you- You're just going to smirk at me and not give me any answers, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's the room we had our first kiss in, I just asked a favour of Dr Burns, and I was in a bit of a... I'd say playful is probably the closest to it. Anymore questions?" He pushed him gently to the bed. Ronald's mouth ran dry and he stared up at him dumbly. "Ronald? Speechless? I'm amazed."

"I, uh..."

"Hmm, I might need to surprise you like this more often if this is the reaction I get." He leant down and captured Ronald's lips, entwining their fingers and squeezing his hand gently. "You didn't sleep with Slingby last night, did you? Or were you that drunk you don't remember?"

"Way to bring down the mood, boss," Ronald muttered. "No, I don't think I did. I'm pretty sure I didn't."

"And if we keep up this therapy, are you going to get to the stage where you can have a normal relationship with him?" he said, stroking his hair. Ronald frowned. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I suppose... we'll see how the therapy goes."

"You're getting pouty."

"You think it's cute."

"I do." He leant down and kissed him again. Ronald's eyes fluttered shut and he reached around him, tangling his fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. "I wish I'd made you get help sooner."

"Hey, there's no point looking back now, is there?" Ronald laughed, squeezing the hand he was still holding. "I wish I'd realise how much you were suffering sooner."

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are, I know you're a big a tough guy but I didn't really realise it before. I guess it's kind of hard on you too. I never really realised how much what happened effected you guys too. I'm sorry."

"No. I don't think many victims of attack realise that it's affected the people around them until they've come to terms with it themselves. After all, I would have thought it's hard to sympathise with others who haven't gone through what happened to you when you're busy suffering the consequences." Ronald frowned but nodded slowly. "Ronald, after what he did you became worked up, afraid to be touched and haunted by what he'd done not only in your own mind but by the rumours that followed you. When you're going through all that, I doubt many people would take time to realise the people who cared about them suffered seeing their pain. Of course it hurt every time you flinched away from my touch, or seeing you cry, it hurt us all, but we suffered through it to help you, just like I'm sure you with for us."

Ronald gazed up at him for a long moment before laughing softly. William frowned and he tossed his head back, laughing harder. "I want a chocolate."

"How did we get to chocolates?" William said.

"You... you're all dark and smooth and hard on the outside and gooey on the inside," he laughed, pulling William closer as a smirk tugged at the older reaper's lips. "And I love the taste of you."

"You must be getting better, you're thinking with your stomach and sweet tooth again."

He pushed up off the bed and caught William's lips, squeezing his hand again. William leant down over him again, letting William take his weight and a spring dug into Ronald's back, making him arch up slightly. He half cried, half moaned into William's mouth and getting a soft grunt in response, William's leg pressing between him own and making him squirm in delight, the spring digging further into his back until he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned away, sat up slightly, grasped the pillow and shoved it on top of the rogue spring.

"This is so uncomfortable," he groaned. "How does anyone get better in here? How did I get better in this thing?"

"You're hardly fussy about your beds, Ronald, you sleep anywhere. I think you'd sleep on your feet if you given the chance."

"You're mean."

He sighed and shook his head. "The sooner you get cleared for work the better. You're getting cheeky. I think you need some hard work and overtime to remind you who's the boss around here."

"You are, boss," Ronald laughed. "Always. And you heard Dr Green, I'll be back on duty in no time, you watch. With you by my side, I can do anything. I swear, if you want me back at work, I'll do everything in my power to get back as soon as possible."

"What have I told you about pushing yourself?" William said, poking his nose and making Ronald wrinkle it in disgust at the patronising gesture. "I don't want you having another break down, it'll be even longer before you're cleared if you do, and I'm getting sick of overtime to make up for your absence."

"It's always work with you," he sighed, shaking his head.

"I keep telling you, you knew what you were getting into," he said. "You're seeing your boss, what were you expecting? Besides, you keep distracting me from work, if our personal lives are going to keep interfering with work, then work is going to start interfering with our personal lives."

"But we're not here to talk about work, are we?" he murmured, squeezing his hand. "I thought you were in a playful mood?"