Ok, here's the final chapter. Sorry it's late! I had trouble with internet! Also, there will be a sequel. I am not sure when, but I am sure I am going to do it! Thanks for reading! I did not put any note at the end; want you to simply read the final words. Review if you can!

Chapter Sixteen:

Paul sat up straight in bed, panting slightly. He felt better, though he was so sore….. He let out a whimper and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It's me, Reggie." He turned to face his older brother, before his gaze fell under cast. He knew…. "Paul… can we please talk." He felt his brother shift himself so that he was on the bed, moving Paul so that he was resting against his shoulder, Reggie's arm around his waist. "Please?"

"About what."

"Mr. Faulk." He cringed sitting up and away from Reggie.

"I don't wanna."

"You're going to have to." Another voice said. Brandon.

Paul glared at them. "It's fine… it-it-it's over…" Everything that had happened came back in that instant. Every lunch period, PE, times at the house…. Everything. In his unconscious state it had almost seemed…. Dreamlike. He burst into sobs.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was for the better Reggie. I should have told you…" He buried his head in his older brother's shirt.

"It's ok, it's over now….." The door opened and Gary walked in, his own face covered in tears.

Paul looked up, wiping his face. "What's wrong-" Gary through his arms around the trainer.

"I'm so sorry, I should have walked you up to the house, you shouldn't have been hurt a second time… what was I thinking, I could have protected you. If I ever get my hands on that son of a-" he cut off, just holding Paul close. Paul wrapped his own arms around Gary.

"I don't blame you, you had no idea of knowing. I didn't know!" He whispered. Reggie and Brandon watched nervously before Reggie stood up.

"Let's give them a moment alone." He said taking Brandon by the sleeve. They left the room.

Gary moved closer to Paul, about to kiss him when Paul froze, pulling away. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"I can't Gary… I'm too scared. Mr. Faulk…." He shook his head. "I know you would never-"

Lips crashed onto his, gentle but determined. At first he flinched away, until he felt a firm but caring hand touch his waist. Gary. Not Mr. Faulk. He leaned into it, allowing Gary to deepen it, his tongue slipping past his lips…..

Paul's arms traveled around Gary's neck, The entire time thinking, Gary, it's Gary, this is Gary. He felt the hands travel up his shirt, just running themselves over his cuts and bruises. He could feel their anger at whoever had done it. Gary finally pulled away, allowing Paul to simply rest on his chest, smelling him in a desperate attempt to remain in the moment… not allow himself to drift into the past.

"It's the past, you know. I think I love you Paul."

Paul looked up at the larger trainer. He had never made any move to hurt him, would always treat him with respect, understood the word No. "I think I could come to love you Gary."

He kissed Paul again, allowing the sweet kiss to last.

…

A few Months later:

Gary heard a knock at the door. He went quickly and opened it, shocked to see Paul standing there.

Paul was suffering from post-traumatic stress and had been busy. He had been trying to raise his grades, (he had succeded and was once again top student in the grade) make it to his therapy, finish all legal problems…. His least favorite part, help investigators with the search for his parents, which had just started but was hoped to be completed within several years, and… unfortunately give detailed accounts of what had happened. He had no time for visiting.

Gary noticed something that immediately brightened his day. Paul was smiling, tears in his eyes.

"What?"

"I'm done."

"With what?"

"He's been sentenced!"

Gary smiled. "What was it?"

"Up to thirty years." Paul said jumping into Gary's open arms. "I won't ever have to see him again!"

Gary kissed him softly on the forehead. The doctor had warned them that even just a simple kiss on the lips could trigger a panic attack. They weren't supposed to even be seeing each other-

Paul slammed his own lips onto Gary's. Gary was about to say that they shouldn't even kiss, but Paul had already deepened it, his hands around Gary's neck. Gary allowed his hands to drape around the smaller trainers waist, lifting him slightly.

They went inside and sat down of the couch. The TV was on but they weren't interested.

"Where are your parents?"

"Not home, out for dinner." He said kissing Paul again. Paul continued to allow this, even when Gary pushed him back slightly onto the couch. They continued to kiss, not doing much more then run their hands over each other's sides. They couldn't do anymore, at least not for a while.

Lying down on the couch, Gary arranged them so Paul's head was on his chest.

….

1 Month later

Gary helped Paul carry the boxes into his house. Paul was going to be living with him for at least the next year. He had offered when he learned that not only was Reggie going off to college, but Brandon was leaving to search for their parents.

He smiled as Paul finished the last box. He smiled back.

"Thanks for letting me stay here." He said. "Your parents are very kind."

He shrugged. "Yeah, they love you. You're quiet." Paul flinched at that and Gary quickly corrected himself. That was a sign of his post-traumatic stress disorder, he hated that. "They think your wonderful Paul, you're polite and you don't get in the way. Unlike me."

Paul smiled again, hugging the other trainer. "Thanks anyway though."

Gary rested his chin on top of the other trainer.

"I love you Paul."

Paul sat quietly for a moment. He still got nervous around any physical contact, though rarely with Gary. He had been too nervous to let anyone do anything other than hug or kiss him. When the doctor had asked him to take his shirt off, he had punched him in the face. Paul looked up at Gary for a minute. The word love…. Well…. He nodded firmly.

The word love had nothing to do with what happened between him and Mr. Faulk.

"I love you too Gary."