Author's Note: Two years ago TODAY, I started writing love stories.

This is my ONE HUNDRETH story about my two favorite boys.

Let's fall in love again, naturally, shall we?

*here's to 100 more*

Eddward lay on the ground and moaned.

His right wing was killing him and as it was also his dominate arm, he couldn't move it in his current state, leaving him stuck on the ground and vulnerable.

The distant voices he had been trying to avoid came closer, but one sounded too feminine to be one of the regular hunters of this part of the forest and that scared him even more.

He did his best to roll over and kick his feet to at least get under some of the underbrush and avoid the hunters and the soon coming sun, but his movements and panicked huffs and chirpy squeaks drew the humans closer.

The ground beneath him shook under their footsteps and while a tiny piece of him hoped that he was in the path of help, his centuries of experience warned him otherwise.

"Nazz, I think they got it," he heard a deep voice say and a feminine groan let him know that even these humans didn't want him to be in the state he was in, but he was still scared that this meant it was all over.

"Yeah, they did," the feminine voice said as she brushed the leaves he was trying to hide in out of the way, teal eyes growing sad at the pathetic sight of him, all of three pounds and a broken six foot wing span because his right wing had been clipped by the hunter's arrow making him take the tree limb he was trying to avoid harder than normal.

"Is it…?" The baritone voice asked, scared but slightly intrigued.

Teal locked with red, but didn't blink and Eddward's frozen.

"Yep," the young blond said as she gently scooped him up. "We gotta get it out of here before Uncle Nave and them catch it."

"You're a terrible huntress," the baritone chuckled and the blond shrugged as she tucked him away in her messenger bag.

"They've never hurt us," she said simply. "And as long as we stay out of their way and leave them something to eat, I don't see why we can't live in some peace and harmony."

"Fucking hippie."

"You like it."

"Meh."

The sway of the bag started to lull him to sleep, and feeling just safe enough to let the pain take him out, he barely registered the roar of a motorcycle taking him away from his home.

When Eddward woke up, he was in a large bird cage, but in the dark corner of an otherwise sunlit room.

As he looked around, he saw that he was in bedroom of a young man, but the man didn't seem to share the space with anyone.

There were posters on the walls of various sleek, brightly colored fast vehicles and some prominent sports stars.

Books lined a few shelves, trophies lined others.

A motorcycle helmet was on the corner of the dresser, a leather jacket hanging on the door knob.

The bed wasn't made, but there weren't any clothes on the floor.

A closed laptop was on one of the nightstands.

A few pictures were taped to the dresser or tucked into the frame.

The same striking emerald eyed, redheaded young man was in most of them with various other people, the blond that rescued him last night playing a big role as the centerpiece of most of them, but considering there wasn't a feminine touch to the room he was in, he figured she was a just a friend or some close female relative.

While his weary body longed to be free from his primal state, he knew it was safer to just be where and how he was.

Thirst struck him like a wave as a cloud blew in front of the sun, dimming the light in the room and his eyes quickly adjusted as his keen sense of smell picked up blood in the water.

He wasn't one for watered down snacks, but in his current state, he knew beggars couldn't be choosers.

Leaning over to take a sip from the small, shallow dish on the floor of the cage, his right wing screamed at him, but after letting the drink settle in his empty belly, the pain went away.

But sleep once again took over as the roar of a motorcycle was once again heard in the distant and drew closer.

When Eddward opened his eyes again, the room was dark, but warm.

He smelled food being cooked in another room, a TV was tuned to a basketball game, but music was being quietly played in the room he was in.

"Human conveniences," he chuckled to himself.

But he came very much alive at the scent of fresh blood in bowl at the bottom of the cage, the watered down dish having had disappeared.

Hopping off the perch he was on, he carefully maneuvered himself to the back of the cage so he could drink, but still survey his surroundings.

He didn't get to be 220 years old turning his back on shit in random places.

"Deer. Doe, never mated. Nice," he thought to himself as he sipped his breakfast, making note to see about getting some more stacked for winter soon.

A bright overhead light came on and he hissed at it as he shrank back further into the cage, despite the corner he was in still being very dark thanks to the long drapery hanging off the window frame blocking the light to the part of room he was in.

"Whoops," the deep voice said as the redheaded young man hurried to the nightstand closest to the door and turned on the small lamp on it.

A soft yellow light came from the lamp and the overhead light went off again.

Then tall, tan, tanned, freckled, Irish eyed, and fiery headed stood over him.

"You ok, Lil Dude?" He asked as he peered at Eddward and Eddward apologized to his late mother's soul for wanting to steal the one in front of him.

But all the other saw was sheepish red eyes and tiny dropped chin with a bit of dried up blood on it.

"Hmm," the redhead muttered to himself before snapping his fingers and walking out of the room but quickly returning with a medicine dropper, gauze, and medical tape.

"You gotta promise me you won't bite me," the redhead said seriously as he set the medical supplies on the bed and went in front of the cage again.

"Oh, I'll bite you alright," Eddward thought as he eyeballed that strong neck that was begging him to lay his mark on it. "I will bite you so good."

But all the other saw as a silly gapped tooth grin and eager nod.

"Ok, I'm just trying to help you, alright?" his nurse said as he opened the cage and Eddward hopped onto his outstretched wrist. "Nazz says you guys help keep the animals out of the neighborhood and don't bother anyone anymore, so I figure if I can get you back home, you'll not kill us or something."

He then went and sat on his bed and Eddward hopped into his lap and sucked in breath as the bandage on his wing was undone.

Large, slightly calloused hands felt over the wing before gently tugging on it.

A small whine escaped Eddward's throat and the green eyed one gave him an apologetic smile, a remorseful glint was in his eyes.

"Sorry, man," he sighed. "This is definitely gonna hurt you more than it hurts me. Just as long as you don't bite me."

Eddward huffed but moved his wing a bit. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as it had the day before.

"Good, bad?" the tall one asked as he nodded then shook his head.

Eddward shrugged and Kevin snorted.

"Say, 'Ah,'" he snickered and Eddward rolled his eyes but did what he was told. "Rolf said this should help you."

At the name of the oldest shaman in his world and probably on the planet, Eddward nearly choked on the medicine the other was trying to get down his throat.

"Easy, Dude!" The ginger gasped as he did his best to wipe up what had dribbled on Eddward's chin and get it in his system.

Eddward quickly did as he was told but he couldn't believe this young man knew the one person Eddward trusted to help him out of anything.

The man's links between Heaven and Hell were astounding, his caring hand as gentle as a shepherd's, his knowledge; mind blowing.

There was only one thing he couldn't do, but as far as Eddward was concerned, that was only because he hadn't figured out how yet.

And something told him that the one with the caring green eyes looking over him was the missing piece to the puzzle that had been blown to bits the day Eddy's brother blew a portal between Earth and Hell and stole the heart of his family from them all.

A timer beeping in the kitchen startled them both and Eddward was placed gently on the bed before his host hurried out of the room.

Eddward sighed before hopping off the bed and walking out of the room himself, keeping to the shadows.

As he looked around, he saw that the small space was an apartment for one and the redhead was its only occupant.

Worn furniture was scattered about, but everything had a place.

The midsized TV was on one wall on top of a small DVD player that sat on a small footlocker, stacks of DVDs, video games and a couple of gaming systems on the floor surrounding it.

An old couch with a small coffee table in the front of it was on the other wall, a giant PRIDE flag above it, with the Confederate cross crisscrossing the center of the flag, the words, Love Not Hate were at the bottom of it.

"That's not how this works!" Eddward huffed to himself and the head of the house turned surprised eyes on him.

They stared at each other a bit before Eddward went back to looking around the room.

The kitchenette was to his right and a mess, but whatever the redhead was cooking smelled good.

A LazyBoy was already kicked back; the table next to it had an open beer on it.

Seeing the beer and smelling the food took him back to home and he pouted a bit.

There was no way he was in any shape to get back home and once there, he knew he was in for the third degree from Ed and May.

And dear Lord, Marie…

He shuddered thoughts of his crazy ex who was also his most very best friend away when the redhead stooped in front of him.

"If you're feeling good enough to walk around, I'll keep your wing undone so you can stretch it a bit more, ok?"

Eddward nodded and did a test flap on his wing, but quickly pulled it back because it just hurt too much.

"You were out for like three days, Dude," he said as he stood up. "So you're gonna be stiff for a few days."

At these words, Eddward swooned a bit.

Three days…

Only the Goddess herself knew what his family and friends were up to at this point.

He was only supposed to be gone for two days to survey the area.

With All Hallows approaching, they knew that many young people would be in their area to see if they could spot them and other cryptid creatures that balanced out the spiritual plane between Heaven and Hell.

But that also meant that hunters were out as well.

For many millennia, man would push the edge between the spiritual planes to etch out his control over the space he had no business in.

Seeing that creatures that controlled the points to the great beyond were much stronger, swifter, and many times as deadly as anything on earth, man would back off, but come back in stronger numbers.

The only thing that kept things in place was a bond between those that respected the dark creatures need for space and their brand of policing.

Rolf was the man to go to for Eddward and his family and friends.

And apparently this young man who was caring for him was another.

Still, he had been gone a full business week. And that's not good for business.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, prayed for strength, and then sent out a message.

I'm fine but the Lemon Brook district is not. Fall back. Security at Peach Creek should be doubled.

Immediately, he got a response.

Of red hair?

Yes. How -?

Thought so. Stay put. We're safe. Soon.

Understood.

When he opened his eyes again, his host was sitting in the LazyBoy and looking exasperated.

"KU is up by 15 as we head into the second half," the man on the TV was saying and the ginger rolled his eyes.

"Who's fucking idea was it to send us to the Big 12?!" He yelled before diving into his stew.

Eddward chuckled as he walked back into the bedroom and squeaked when he saw his reflection in the mirror hanging on the bathroom door.

"Oh, yeah!" the other called to him. "They don't make them out of silver anymore!"

Eddward looked at his reflection again and frowned.

He had known exactly when they stopped making mirrors with silver coatings because his mother put them all over the castle.

He had never seen himself in his bat form, though, and wasn't all that thrilled with what he saw.

His father had always stood tall and distinguished; his form in the sky and in the trees was dark and foreboding.

His mother, although smaller, absolutely glowed, her white coat taking to the dark skies like a ghost, frightening humans senseless.

And Edd…

Fucking shit, he was adorable.

Small, damn near cuddly with large red eyes and a silly grin.

He was a bastion to bringing more humans to their side, his way with them gentle and his boyish looks disarming.

And then…

He shook his head and stood up straighter.

He was as tall as his father, he was sure of it. His glow, like Edd's, had come from their mother. But he'd never have her or Edd's gaze, which was just as well.

Not everything deserved to be looked at with rosy eyes.

He'd never be as cold as his father, though.

"You'll always have her spirit," Marie would tell him when he was torn between hope and reality.

And some reason, just being where he was, right now, strengthened his hope.

In what, he couldn't quite place his wing tip on, but he knew he would soon.

After his host had finally gone to bed, he wandered around the apartment some more.

He left him with a few dishes of doe blood around in small places he could hop up or walk to.

There was one under the coffee table that was just watered down blood, water, and medicine, but his throbbing arm said he had to deal with a few sips every now and again.

When an alarm went off just as dusk started to break through and Eddward found himself staring longingly at the large bed his host was in.

Not necessarily to join him, no matter how nice that would have been, but to sleep like he was literally dying to at the moment.

The problem was, there wasn't a dark spot on the bed, and the sun was steadily rising.

When hazy green eyes looked down at him, they ran the emotional gamut of scared, stunned, and apologetic.

"OH!" The redhead said as he sprang out of bed, swopped Eddward up and put him back in his cage in the dark corner. "I'm gonna leave the door open, because I don't know when I'll be back today, but I'll put some food in here and on the floor for you if you think you can test that wing out. Capice?"

Eddward nodded wearily, barely opening his eyes when the other tapped a medicine dropper to his mouth.