A/N: So, final chapter up at last... I'm sorry for the delay, but I had some troubles and didn't feel like writing. But enough said, on with the story, that will have a happy ending...

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Finally they reached their home. Yes, their home, they both still called it that, despite all that had happened. David parked, cut the engine and shot a brief look at Colby before he got out. Their eyes did not meet though, the tension rising, since they knew this would be crucial to their relationship. Neither of them was good at that „talking-thing", but both were willing to give their best. Nothing was more important than this right now... Without exchanging words they settled down in the living-room, choosing two separate chairs instead of the couch they had normally used. Still not speaking they allowed their eyes to met for the first time. Finally when David couldn't take it anymore he broke the silence.

„Colby..."

Right then his partner interrupted him.

„I'm sorry, David... I'm so sorry, I wish I knew how to make it up to you!"

During those words Colby - unable to stay still - had stood up and begun pacing.

„I do hope you'll let me try at least..."

With those words the his heart grew heavier. He couldn't blame David if he'd say no after the time he'd had to think about it. Maybe he'd even deserve it...

David's eyes had followed his partner on his way across the room and right now he didn't say yes or no, he only asked the question that had burned in him since he'd found out about Colby's „betrayal". He just needed to have an answer...

„How much of us was real?"

It now sounded stupid, knowing how loyal the triple agent had been, how he'd willingly born torture... Once again the memory of Colby's rescue resurfaced, with it the fear of having been to late, his frantic rush to untie his partner from that chair, pulling the syringe out and performing CPR. Not that David had told anyone, but when he'd gotten Colby's heart beating again he had left his hands there for a few moments allowing the slow and rhythmic movement to calm him.

Hearing those words Colby froze. He had expected it more or less, to actually listen to them though made him almost sick. His first impulse was to go over to his friend, take him into his arms and kiss him, to make sure David knew how much he meant to him. But he refrained not knowing if his partner would be okay with it. With a few quick strides he crossed the room, kneeling down in front of David's chair so that they were eye to eye. Colby brought his right hand up to David's cheek caressing it gently with his thumb. A light contact so that the other had every chance of breaking it in case it wasn't welcomed. That it was, in fact more than welcomed, it had been craved for. Since that first time in the hospital they had not touched each other, not in the slightest.

„Everything was, I swear. All I said and did, I meant it. It was hard enough to keep the op from you... A few times I almost slipped, you know?"

David could easily believe these words, the sincerity evident in Colby's voice and those slender fingers still caressing him. Trembling hands reached out, sneaking around his boyfriend's waist to pull him into an embrace, his need to feel him close too overwhelming. Colby returned it with vigor, he had missed David so much during the last months... He closed his eyes, allowing himself to breath in the familiar scent of his friend, now being sure he had returned home - at last. Easily David noticed how the other's tense body relaxed what made him smile. And that smile widened when Colby pulled back slightly so that they could share a kiss. That kiss made the rest of the numbness David had felt inside disappear and when they had parted he whispered:

„Welcome home, Colby..."

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A/N: Short, I know, but sweet, don't you think? Please leave me a review, they make my day!!