William was sat seated at his desk as he tried to concentrate on his work. Grell appeared in the middle of the floor full of newbies and juniors. The floor began to buzz seeing her standing in loose pajamas and blood drying down her chin. Her scythe tight in her hands.

"Sutcliff?!" people shouted and gasped, shocked and appalled at her appearance. Word soon reached William and he made his way towards where Grell was said to be.

She kept others away pointing her scythe at them. "None of you came looking for me! None of you gave a flying shit about my whereabouts!"

"You were on vacation..." someone in the crowd pointed out.

She yanked on the handle making it roar. "I want Ronald Knox or William Spears...Now."

"Sutcliff!" William shouted, looking none too pleased. "Put that contraption away and come to my office immediately!"

"William..." She relaxed a bit moving towards him. "Oh William..." stood behind him following into the office.

Once in his office, and the door shut, William began his upbraiding. "When I approved your time off, it was with the understanding that you would be back to work as soon as possible. You have been away far longer than required for a reaper having any sort of surgery."

"I was held hostage. I was kidnapped and held hostage. I was... I was..." She began to tear up thinking of what Undertaker had said. "I can't even go home."

"What are you on about?" he asked with his stone cold expression. "You were foolishly taking time off to change yourself. Are you trying to claim someone kidnapped you on your way to the train station?"

She looked up at him, hearing the older man in her head. "He was right...you don't care about me at all. You didn't come looking for me..." She sat down on his couch deflating. "I should've stayed and been an experiment..."

"My feelings are not an issue at the moment. No one knew anything except you were on leave. No one can go looking for someone if they don't know they are missing. Explain yourself."

"I got fixed. I work fine as a fully functioning body. He said he made adjustments in me...that I could possibly have a child. He wanted to force himself in and try to get me pregnant." She closed her eyes with her tears staining her clothes. "He wasn't going to let me go until he put a child in me. He threatened to decapitate me."

William couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Back up. Who is 'he'?"

"The deserter." She cleaned her face waiting for him to begin his rant. She cried chewing on her lips. "I know I'm an idiot."

His eyes narrowed in anger. "And he has been behind this whole transformation? You lied to me when I asked if you had seen him. If so, how can I believe anything you tell me?"

"Do you think this is my blood?! I fought him on the field with a demon and Ronald to trying to take him down! Do you think someone in my 'wish full' state of mind would fight him?" She wanted to touch to him but knew he wouldn't allow it. "He said if I didn't release his arm he would make me into a perfect doll."

"Now you're talking nonsense. Babies? Dolls? This is too far even for you. I see blood. Whose blood, I don't know. It could be his, it could be some innocent person whom you decided to dispose of. Go home and get cleaned up and put on something decent."

She just started bursting into laughter. "I should've known." Crying and laughing, she laid down on the couch. "He was so right..."

"If any of this is true, isn't it your own doing? I was against it. But then my opinion never matters much to you."

"My opinion never mattered to you!" Her tone changed glaring at him. "Mister high and mighty. Mr. I'm alway right. You told me to let my wishes die. Just because you dropped your ball didn't mean I had to."

William glared at her before storming from the office. He picked up some files from a rookie and ported to the human realm. She curled up on his couch saying still. Her body feeling the fatigue of everything that happened

When William came back, she was still there. He had calmed down a little and he placed the completed files down on the desk. "You're a mess," he said. "You're getting blood all over my couch."

Grell was fast asleep. The blood caked into her clothes and hair. Even in her dreams she could hear the elder. Laughing and mocking her.

William sighed and shook her shoulder. Grell snapped her eyes open looking around like a frightened creature. When her eyes landed on him, they softened. "I'm...I'm up."

"You got blood on my couch," he said.

She turned her head sighing. "I'm sorry William. I'll clean it up." She got up having her legs shake.

"Go home and get cleaned up."

"I can't go alone. He'll be there." She grabbed some napkins and sanitiser.

"You don't..." he began and sighed. He rather wouldn't get into another argument right now. "Fine. You can come to my place," he continued begrudgingly. "But no funny business or I'll toss you out on your ear."

She stopped herself from hugging him. "That's would be greatly kind of you."

William adjusted his glasses and prepared to leave. He picked up his overcoat to put on, but put it back down. He took off his blazer and handed it to Grell and then resumed putting on his coat.

She slipped the blazer on finding it much too large for her. She couldn't help but look up at him. This was truly the most romantic gesture he had ever pulled for her.

"You're indecent," he muttered before heading for the door. Home, he let himself in first, going straight to his pigeons and caring for them.

She looked in the home noticing the dull colours. The spectrum of his traditional style really did reflect in his decor. She sat on the couch, nervous to make a single moving is home.

"The water closet is there," he said, pointing. "Use it."

Grell gave a small nod, heading for the water closet. She undressed hopping into the shower feeling the warm water on her skin. She felt somewhat safe

While she showered, he went through his things and found an outfit he thought she could wear: A casual tee shirt and a pair of shorts.

Grell made sure she was clean. She even tried again to make sure that she felt clean on the inside too. She got out drying herself off before wrapping the towel around her peeking out the door. "William?

"Here," he said handing her the clothes. "Éméline left these behind, you can use them for now."

"Who's Éméline?"

"It's not important. Or any of your business," He said coldly, preferring to drop the matter of an old fling.

She took them feeling the obvious amount of jealousy flowing through her. She changed quickly seeing the more important things in her physical appearance. She came out slowly, expecting him to make another one of his comments.

He looked over at her as she came out and his cheeks turned bright red. "They're...they're a little small," he commented.

"My, my baps?" She looked down covering herself. "Are they really that small? Ronald said they were noticeable."

"Your clothes..." he replied, turning away and going to the kitchen to make some tea.

She followed close behind him seeing the pigeons. "You really do love your birds."

"They're good companions," he replied, filling the kettle with water and putting it on the hob. "I know you don't care for tea, but I'm making some. Do you want any?"

"I'd love some. Whenever I make it, it comes out bitter."

"Perhaps you steep it too long or the temperature is too high. Try adding some sugar if it's too bitter."

"Thanks for the advice." She sat down waiting for the tea.

William sat in silence for some time as he sipped his tea. "So it is done then?" he asked, meaning her transition.

"Yes. Everything is fixed and functioning."

William ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly. "Geezus Grell,"he muttered, losing his grip on himself. "Apart from a bad attitude, there was nothing wrong with you."

"I was unhappy. As much as anyone could be with a body like that." She drank her tea slowly.

"So I should change my body as well?"

"You don't want to be a woman."

"No, I don't, but if no one could be happy with that body, as you say, should I also be a woman?"

"I never said that no one couldn't be happy. I was the only one that could have been a deserter from my own self-loathing.".

"Hmm..," William took his cup to the sink and washed it out. "I don't have any spare bedding, but you can take the couch if you insist on staying the night."

She smiled holding onto her cup. "That'd be really nice of you William."

"I just don't think I can stand any more of your mewling tonight."

"Mewling?" Grell took a moment, not wanting to feel worse. "Right. I guess I'll be quiet like the dead too."

"That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm not hungry. Help yourself to something in the icebox," he said, leaving the kitchen. "And to think I used to be almost attracted to you," he muttered, thinking Grell couldn't hear him.

She nearly dropped her cup, watching him leave. She took the couch not so sure she should be there anymore. Undertaker's words were becoming a reality.

He came back out into the living room once more with the blanket. "Here," he said, "It's too warm for me tonight to use it, so you might as well take it."

"Tell me the truth. You didn't want me to have the surgery. And when I said I did, you didn't want me to come back."

"I didn't want you to have the surgery. That doesn't mean I didn't want you to come back."

"You think I'm daft. I know everyone does." She took the blanket covering herself completely. "I'm the nutter no one wants to deal with."

"That's because you are daft… Do you feel better now? About yourself?"

"I'm not so sure anymore. I felt amazing at first. I felt the prettiest in my whole life."

"And now?"

"I don't know how to feel." She sat up, pulling the blanket away. "Do I look pretty? At all?"

"I'm going to answer, but I want you to let me finish before you do anything," he said. "You were pretty. You were more attractive before all of this nonsense, except your behavior. One could say you are attractive now, but...you've changed. I have as well."

She started to cry again. No noise, just tears. She leaned on the couch bundling her knees to her chest. "I see..."

"You get the couch in my office covered in blood and now you get my only other couch soggy...Stop crying!" he shouted. "It's unnerving. I've never seen you cry before."

"I can't Will! Everything hurts! My emotions, my body and my spirit hurt!" She sniffled cleaning up a bit. "I thought if I did this, I could be truly happy and things would finally work in my favour. I was wrong."

"You thought you'd finally get the man of your dreams? Get married and raise a family? Except it turns out the man you chased turned on you? You knew better than to trust him. You should have turned him in straight away. Instead you decided getting your jollies off was the best course of action," he said bitterly.

"Do you honestly think I fell in love with him?" She didn't know to either slap him or laugh. "I've been in love with you. It's always been you. You said you could never be with me for who I was."

"When did I say that? Those exact words."

"You've never had to. Every time I say or do something to poke and probe. Every time you pushed me away."

"...I...don't know how to express myself very well," he said carefully. "I don't know how to deal with them."

"Then talk. You're very, very good at it in loud volumes."

"The words escape me."

"Close your eyes and let it out. I need to know

"What do you need to know?"

"I want to know everything. I want your honest, most brutal answers about me."

"That's just it. I have none."

"Then you must show your feelings."

"Did I not just say that I don't know how to emote?"

She took his hands placing them on to her shoulders. "Now. I want you to do whatever you feel is how you can convey an emotion. Slap me, strangle me, whatever it is you need to do."

William stood there, stock still. Should he knock her away? They weren't on a job and she hadn't exactly done anything...He swallowed thickly. This was so humiliating, but perhaps it was time to have it all out. To throw everything at the wall and see what sticks. William shut his eyes tight and brought his lips to hers, briefly, and pulled away quickly.

She held his head in her hands keeping eye contact. She sat up kissing him with all her might. If he hated her, she might as well make it worth it

William wanted to run, to shove her away. Instead he took it even further, joining her on the couch and pulling her into his arms. She deepened it wrapping her arms around his neck. Grell positioned herself on his lap, feeling a bit better.

William let out a groan. "Grell," he murmured against her lips. "We shouldn't."

She kissed again. "I won't force you into anything."

He held onto her, lifting her up, he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and joined her after toeing off his shoes. "I won't force you either," he murmured, continuing to press kisses to her.

She kissed back letting out smalls moans. "So we both want this..."

William pulled up her shirt over her head and then removed her pants. He had an arm wrapped around her, continuing to kiss as a hand trailed down her body to her cunt. He rubbed her clit slid his fingers in and out of her.

She moaned loudly clinging to him tightly. Her hands groped his chest and shoulders spreading her legs wider for him.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered as he pressed his fingers deeper.

"I... I honestly don't want to. But if you want to stop, do it." She held onto him waiting on his answer.

William continued. He removed his fingers and undid his pants, exposing his cock. He repositioned slightly and pushed in gently.

She inhaled slowly feeling him filling her up. Her eyes closed wanting to just feel the sensation.

All the way in, he moved slowly. William kissed her neck as one hand played with her breast. "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered again.

"I want you to do this to me. I want all of you." She wrapped her legs around him pulling him in deeper

"Is this all you want?" he asked.

"You mean sex?" she replied in his ear. "No. I want all of you William. Your heart too."

"Why? I'm not romantic. I cannot express myself. I like the rules."

"That's why I like you so much. You like to follow the rules and do things that I can't. I love you for that. You keep me in line, for the most part."

William groaned, becoming more forceful in his thrusts. "Grell," he gasped.

"Oh darling... I feel so good with you." She began her own rhythm trying to match his. Her body felt completely relaxed and in full pleasure unlike with Undertaker.

"We haven't used protection," he said, nearing his climax.

"Pull out." She moved her legs trying to let him do so.

William did as told, pulling out of her, hard as a rock and close to cumming.

She moved down his body grabbing his cock. She sucked on it trying to help him cum.

He groaned as she took him in her mouth. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked.

She moaned taking more in. Her hand ran along his stomach wanting to be greedy with her beloved William.

It didn't take long for him to cum, his warm seed pouring down her mouth. "Grell," he breathed as his fingers entwined in her hair and bucked..

Grell swallowed it all, not wanting to waste a drop. She came back up holding onto him. "I love you Will."

"I..." he began, but couldn't finish, not knowing how to respond.

She kissed softly not wanting to scare him. her heart felt like it was going a million kilometers an hour. She kissed him again and again knowing he couldn't answer her the way she wanted.

William got up and went to the nightstand. From the drawer he pulled a condom and put it on before going back to Grell. He laid her back on the bed and pushed into her again. "You haven't climaxed yet," he said.

She arches with his return. "William...I know but, you want me to cum for you?"

"It would be rude to not let you cum...Do you not want to cum?" he asked, running his finger over her clit as he thrust.

She couldn't focus on anything he was saying. Her body went into full control wanting her release. Her body rocked against him wanting him more.

"Damn," he cursed, already approaching climax a second time. "It's been awhile. Come on, Sutcliff," he said as he sped up his movements, getting more rough with her.

Her eyes rolled back finally giving in to her orgasm. She cried out his name making sure to bring out everyone who could hear what he had done to her.

William thrust harder. As he was cumming, the condom broke. William had emptied himself before realizing and pulled out with a curse.

She came down from her high gazing down at him. "What's wrong darling?" she asked. She glanced down seeing the obvious hole in the condom. "Oh no."

"Perhaps nothing will happen. After all, I think most of it is still in the condom." He pulled off the defective condom and tossed it in the bin.

She held onto him pressing her head against his chest. "You're amazing William. I don't want to leave your side again."

"Don't give me a reason to leave yours. But that's moving too quickly. I'm still trying to sort things out."

"Take your time. I've been horrid to you." She hugged onto him, stroking his chest.

"In the meantime, you can get the blanket and sleep in here." He got up, now feeling somewhat hungry.

She covered herself up sitting up. "William...thank you. For everything."

"I don't know what for," he replied, pulling on his bathrobe before leaving for the kitchen. He took a seed cake and munched on it while debating on another cup of tea.

Grell got up, legs still off. She looked for the clothes she had on putting them back on. She touched her stomach still worried for both of them. She was truly scared of Undertaker's tinkering.

"Do you want something to eat?" William asked.

"Uh, yes darling! I'd love something small." She moved towards the kitchen forcing herself to relax.

"You're worried about something," he said, seeing her fidgety nature. He pulled out another seed cake and offered it to her.

"It's everything. I'm still thinking about what happened and what he said... I'm scared." She took the cake eating it in tiny bites.

"Everyone will be on high alert. I have wards around my apartment and my office that prevents him from walking right in. And next time he approaches you you had better take defensive action. Get help if needed."

"Will I be able to go home? Maybe, get a new phone?"

"For now, if he is after you, perhaps it's best to move somewhere else. Just for now. Perhaps temporarily move back into the dorms...or you could move here."

"You'd...you'd let me move in?" She touched his hand giving it a squeeze. "I'd love that, Will."

"At least until this whole thing blows over. Come, let's get some sleep. We have a lot of reports to fill out tomorrow concerning this and you'll likely have to give a statement."