Fandom: Brittas Empire
Characters: Tim/Gavin
Prompt: Death
Word Count: 571
Summary: Possible link between GF:RIP and the next episode
Author's Notes: I couldn't just ignore the fact there was no link between the two episodes, so I decided to write my own.. And, well, this is what came out!

Gavin closed the door to the flat quietly behind them, still holding Tim's had tightly. Tim had been unusually quiet all afternoon which unsettled Gavin, although he couldn't blame him - Tim was probably in a state of shock after today.

Tim wandered into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa staring blankly at the wall.

"D'you want anything to drink?" Gavin called from the kitchen, bringing in two mugs of coffee anyway when he received no answer, "Here drink this," he passed one to Tim, settling down next to him on the sofa, "it'll make you feel better."

"You should get those cuts seen to you know, before they get infected." Gavin touched Tim's arm tenderly. "I can call a doctor if you like, or if you'd prefer we could stay here and I'll see if we have any bandages.. Timmy?"

"Hmmm? Oh, I'm fine." Tim's eyes stayed focussed on the wall ahead, "You should get some sleep. That mat can't have been comfortable for you."

Tim's voice was empty and lifeless, but just hearing him speak helped ease Gavin's nerves just slightly.

"I'm fine," he reassured him, "It's you who needs sleep." Gavin held back the comment about Tim frequently waking from his nightmare, not wanting to remind him of the horrors of the day.

"You're not my mother you know." Tim replied, amusement creeping into his voice. He turned to look at Gavin, taking in the sight for the first time in what seemed like forever. He smiled at the grin spreading across Gavin's face, resisting the urge to kiss him there and then.

"I'm sorry Timmy," Gavin began, "I'm so, so sorry. I wish I hadn't gone out, I should never have taken Colin's lilo, it's all such a mess and it's all my fault. I wish I could make it all better. I missed you so much!"

"Gavin?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up"

"What?"

"I said shut up"

"But-"

"But nothing. It's not your fault. You're here now that's all that matters."

"I.. I don't know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything," Tim leant in so his face was millimetres from Gavin's, "just kiss me"

Gavin happily obliged, savouring the moment as if it was the last time he would ever get the chance, "Come on," he said when they eventually separated, "let's go upstairs."

"Upstairs, eh? What did you have in mind?" Tim raised his eyebrows and put on his irresistably sexy face, his energy quickly returning.

"Sleep Tim," Gavin replied, quickly losing control and finding Tim hard to resist, "Brittas wants to speak to us first thing tomorrow and we don't want to both be a sleep deprived mess for that do we?"

"Oh I don't know, it could be interesting."

"Timmy." Gavin said firmly.

"Alright alright. Mum." Tim laughed as he jumped up and ran up the stairs, followed closely by Gavin laughing behind him.

Tim jumped onto the bed wrapping himself in the covers, moving over to make room for Gavin who slipped in next to him. He wrapped his arms around him holding him close, "Don't you ever leave me again," he whispered.

"I won't," Gavin promised, "ever."

He sighed and settled further into the bed. It's good to be home he thought as he drifted off into a comfortable, happy sleep, feeling safe and warm at last.