I am so sorry everyone, I know, I'm a bad person, saying I'd update soon and then taking forever. I swear though, it's not my fault. I had anime conventions, and family parties, and constant drama rehearsal, and then my computer broke and it stayed that way for weeks. So, although I've had this chapter written for ages, I had no way of getting it online. But I digress.

Welcome to the second chapter of what is probably the most difficult story I have ever written. I don't know what it is that made this one so difficult, maybe the lack of inspiration, or possibly the fact that it's so hard to keep someone in character when they're in another person's body. However, I refuse to leave a story unfinished. Besides, how else would I thank all of you fabulous readers who took the time to favourite and review the last chapter :D

So, without further ado, read, enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as always.

The Red Button Of Certain Doom: Chapter 2

Crash!

Grell winced as yet another tea tray fell to the floor, the third in as many minutes. He had forgotten exactly how difficult that whole butler business was. And now Ciel was glaring at him. Again.

"Sebastian, what is wrong with you today? Ever since you got back from that laboratory you've been acting strange. Surely a few blood splattered walls haven't had such an effect on a soul-hungry demon?" the young Earl snapped, annoyed by his distinct lack of lunch.

"Oh, would you just shut u- Um, my apologies... My Lord, I just, uh, have other things on my mind," Grell stumbled, trying to clean up the shattered teapot. He winced inwardly as Ciel scoffed at him, wondering how on earth he was going to get himself out of this mess. He could only hope that Sebastian was faring a little better...

He wasn't faring better. Not at all. Sebastian gulped as William backed him up against the wall of his office. He had tried to fight and get away, of course, but it was almost like Grell's body was fighting against him. Every time the dark-haired Reaper pulled on Sebastian's ear, a tingle ran down his spine. Soon enough, it was a lot more than a tingle. The demon cringed as his back hit the wall, his 'problem' becoming even more obvious.

"Am I no longer good enough for you, Sutcliff? That you feel the need to flirt with that demonic scum? I thought you'd know better by now, I really did. I suppose I'll just have to teach you your place again, won't I?" the Reaper stated calmly as he advanced on his prey. Sebastian's eyes widened, almost comically, as he realised exactly where this was going.

"William, Will, I have, um... work, no, I need to... fix my hair, yes, it's a mess, I just have to go," the demon stuttered, trying is best to imitate Grell's usually flirtatious tone, which was difficult when there was a very seductive Reaper trying to bite your ear. William rolled his eyes, gripping Sebastian by the chin and leaning in for-

"Bloody hell, get away from me!" Sebastian screeched, before punching William in the face and all but leaping out the door.

"Grell-senpai, what's wrong?"

"Not now, Goggles, just stay away from me!" Ronald stared, gobsmacked, as who he thought was Grell ran through the corridors, seemingly getting more and more lost by the second.

"Grell-senpai just keeps getting weirder..."

Grell had made it. He'd lived through the whole day. The kitchen had blown up, there was no garden left to speak of, and the entire manor was covered in shattered tableware, but still, he had survived. Until it was time for Ciel to go to bed.

"Sebastian, why are you just standing there? Undress me, I'm tired," he demanded, and it was all Grell could do not to scream in horror.

"Why can't you do it yourself? Brat, how old are you, and you can't even dress yourself!" the Reaper snapped, throwing all caution to the wind. After all, he had already ruined whatever reputation the demon had.

"Sebastian, how dare you speak to me like that, I-"

"No, no, ignore him, he has demon flu, he's not himself!" Grell's head snapped up as his body slammed through the door, hair a mess and face flushed.

'Look at that, he can't even take care of my appearance for one day! Typical! Doesn't he realise how long it takes to look that fabulous?' Grell thought to himself, frowning at Sebastian's sudden arrival. 'How did he get away from Will?'

"Demon flu?"

"Yes, it's not fatal, but it can be quite dangerous for humans to be around an infected demon, as they tend to get out of control. I'd better take him to the Reaper infirmary until he recovers," Sebastian explained, ever the quick thinker, before dragging Grell out of the mansion.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear those two had swapped personalities."

"So, what's the plan again?" Grell asked as he trailed along behind Sebastian. The demon rolled his currently two-toned eyes, not even sparing him a glance.

"I've told you, Grell, we go to Scotland Yard, break Dr. Connell out of her cell, and get her to fix whatever the hell you did." Grell began to defend himself, but thought better of it. He knew that look on his own face. It was the look that just screamed 'dead prostitutes'.

"What if she doesn't help? What if she met a really hot guy in prison and doesn't want to come out? What if she's fallen in love with him and got knocked up? And now she wants to live in prison with the love of her life and get married and raise their child together?" Grell mused, fiddling with the ends of Sebastian's short hair.

"Grell?"

"Yes, Sebas-chan?"

"Shut up."

To Be Continued...