A/N: Sorry for the delay on this update. I've gotten my first real full-time, career job, and it's amazing, but I have no set time to write anymore and been having major Writer's Block. I really appreciate all the reviews, favorites, and follows for this story. Please check out Hetafan13's story Forsaken to see the beginning of this story. This chapter deals with things that happened in her fantastic short story. Character's may seem OOC. Everything's Hima's.

Alfred was trying not to cry. He was sitting in the room, on the bed where he had been abandoned, and somewhere deep in his heart lurked a worrisome feeling. The feeling was anger. Alfred didn't want to acknowledge it. It wasn't like him to angst over things-his life would have been fraught with a deep anger and bitterness if that was the case. Nevertheless, the anger grew deep within his heart. Who could leave someone to die? Or not even die, but to lie in darkness eternal? Why would Arthur do that to him? At least he hadn't buried Alfred. Alfred shuddered at that. That thought was too much like the horror films he hated.

"Can I come in?" It was Matt's soft voice at the open door. It was odd having someone so different now in his house. Arthur had been brusque and distant, but Matt was homey and quiet. So quiet, that Alfred suspected Matt was as lonely as Alfred had been. Somehow the deep loneliness wasn't gnawing at him anymore, even knowing Arthur was gone.

Alfred nodded, and felt the bed pull downward as the man sat next to him. Matt's socking feet were by his own, and Alfred noticed that they had the same sized feet. The urge to poke Matt's foot with his own came to him. Smilingly foolishly he tried to ignore the blushing that came to his face.

Matthew's hand came up, and then slowly rested on Alfred's shoulder. "Hey. We can talk about things, if you want."

"Like what?" He looked into Matt's flushing face, those lavender eyes glancing away as soon as Alfred stared at him.

"Like the fact that Arthur's gone."

Pain rose in Alfred's heart. Quickly a numbness covered the feeling that seemed like he was bleeding internally. Alfred let the matter-of-fact, analytical scientific side take over. "He had to go. If my life source came back to me, then that would take it from him." It was matter of fact, science. It was bothersome though, the thought of Arthur always in darkness, like Alfred had been left in. "He's still in the wood though." Alfred said pained, swallowing the anger beginning to rise again.

"He was completely gone when Francis called me. I could tell."

Alfred just shook his head.

Matthew's jaw set, and a stubborn look came over his usual serene face. It was cute. Alfred mentally kicked himself. He couldn't go falling in love again. It just hurt. There was no worth in it. "Yes. He was gone. I could tell. Just like I could tell that the blocks of wood tied with cable and wire were alive in this room."

Alfred cringed at the mention of his doll-like form. "How? That's not possible."

"Magic."

Laughter poured through Alfred's lips, and if it was filled with a bit of bitterness and cruelty, he didn't care. "Pfft. Magic." He mocked. The first time Arthur had learned of magic, he had been enthralled. He wanted to know more and more about magic and the faerie world, and magically creatures. He had watched all the Harry Potter films, read fantasy books, and tried to convince Alfred that he had seen a unicorn once. It hurt. Alfred didn't want to remember this. The dim glowing coal of anger burned below the layer of hurt. Magic. Ha. He thought bitterly.

He looked up to see two hurt blue eyes staring at him. Under them were bright red cheeks like a stop sign, and trembling, resting on top of a pair of indigo skinny jeans were Matt's hands. "Whatever Alfred." The words were harsh. "Whatever you say, mad scientist." Ouch, that struck Alfred like a dart. He had turned Matt against him just like the villagers. "Do you think that what I am, and what I can do is just fake? That I saved you because I know how to turn wood into flesh? That I can read your gibberish science math phrases and reverse the equations? Do I look like I have a degree in Microbiology and Chemistry?" His voice was rising higher and higher. Alfred shrank away from the rant.

Oh, said Alfred's brain finally. This was what Matt looked like when he was mad. The Canadian's eyes were now blazing as much as his skin was. "I told you everything! I talked to you when you were all alone in this room! And I could feel that you were sad and trapped, and I wanted to help! Fuck you! You're just like everyone else!" At that Matt just stood up and Alfred waited for a fist to fly or something, but instead Matthew gave one last glare and stormed out the door and down the steps.

It was reversed, Alfred realized suddenly. Instead of the villagers calling Alfred a freak, Alfred had called Matthew a freak.

He fell over sideways into the bed in defeat. The strangest thought was in his head. All he wanted to do was kiss Matthew. Kiss Matt and make him better. He shut his eyes. He was the one who was supposed to fix things, be the hero, and win the day. It seemed like instead everything he touched fell apart instead, but one couldn't give up.

Ergh. Alfred thought, as the anger simmered, the hurt grew, and the strange flutter in his stomach at the thought of Matt's red trembling lips lingered on.