A/N: Oh dear lord. This should not have been this long without updating. I kind of failed. Hardcore. Life just sidetracked me and I forgot about this. BUT HERE IT IS. Last chapter. End of story. Finito. And I would like to thank my lovely beta and aid in this story, who wrote more than half of this, Kievan Rus' Supernova. You are my hero. And to all of you who actually read this and review; I love you guys!

Alexander stumbled over yet another fallen log covered in mossy green lichen, cleverly disguised against the forest floor that was also covered with the fast growing moss. Picking himself up once again, Wiggins dusted himself off and continued trudging onward through the forest in what he hoped to be the right direction. In his previously distraught state, Alexander hadn't paid the slightest attention to where he was running, simply bent on escaping the heartbreak he had felt. In hindsight, that was the smartest of ideas due to the fact he was now hopelessly lost in the immense forest without any heading what so ever as to where he needed to be.

Not that he had any idea where he needed to be. Alexander only had the vague notion of going back to the clearing and somehow managing to find Kocoum to explain what Grandmother Willow had explained to the bewildered Englishman. Wiggins chose not to think about the fact that Kocoum may not be in the meadow, or even worse, that he may not even want to listen to anything Alexander had to say.

"Optimism is key," Alexander muttered to himself as he continued walking, pushing low hanging branches out of his way and avoiding all the shrubbery that attempted to snag his pant legs. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over his face and chest at the effort Alexander was forced to put into his trek back. Somehow, none of the problems he encountered now had affected him beforehand.

Stopping, Wiggins looked around, praying to every god and deity he knew that he might recognize an iota of his surroundings from the occasional ventures he partook in with Kocoum. Sighing in dismay, Alexander swallowed the rising panic in his throat, attempting to calm himself with a few deep breaths. Wiggins knew that panicking would help him in no way but having heard some of the stories about the things that go bump in the night from the settlers, the young man couldn't help the increasing dread and panic he felt with every passing moment.

Alexander decided that continuing straight was the best course of action, and started to once again push his way through the tangle of ferns and trees that surrounded him. Pushing sweat matted hair out of his eyes, Wiggins let out a harsh sob as he tried to find his way back to somewhere he knew. Panic was starting to become harder and harder to suppress, and the young man's movements became more and more frantic. All of a sudden, his world pitched from underneath him and he was tumbling down, down, down. Hands grabbed again the rough earth, trying to find purchase to slow his fall, but everything was ripped savagely out of his hold due to his momentum.

Suddenly, Alexander was rammed hard into something very solid, halting his vicious tumbling. The world span for a few moments, and Alexander's hands clenched tightly onto the thing that had stopped his fall.

Opening his eyes, Wiggins looked towards the thing that had stopped his fall. His eyes were met with the familiar sight of bronze skin, adorned with the tribal markings common to the Natives in the area. Alexander gasped and ripped himself away from the form, his eyes flying to the face of Kocoum. However as he ripped himself away, Alexander felt pain shooting through his right leg; pain so intense that it cause him to crumple to the ground. Once again, however, strong arms caught him, preventing him from falling for the umpteenth time that day.

"Is Alexander...c'est quoi le mot? Hurt?" Came the deep rumble of Kocoum's voice directly into Wiggins' ear. Looking into Kocoum's face, Alexander saw the concern playing obviously across the Brave's feature and for a moment Alexander's world melted. Right before cold reality tore into his pleasant haze and the memories of what had just passed came back to him.

Stumbling away from Kocoum, Alexander latched onto a tree to his left, all of his weight leaning against the sapling. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across the red haired man's brow as he attempted to fight of the bile rising in his throat from the pain he was in.

"I'm fine." Wiggins rasped out, trying hard not pass out and let cruel reality slip away into darkness.

"You not fine." Was Kocoum's indignant reply, once again coming forward to support Alexander. Taking one of the smaller, much paler arms in his large hand, Kocoum hefted it around his shoulders and stood, wrapping his other arm around Alexander's waist. Due to the difference in their heights, this position to nearly all of the weight off of the injured male.

Alexander tried in vain to get away from Kocoum, determined to prove that he could do this on his own. Kocoum would have none of this, and tightened his hold on the smaller, giving him a stern look that told Alexander to stop struggling and let Kocoum help him. Sighing, Alexander stopped struggling, his body going limp as the exhaustion finally took over. Realizing that Kocoum was tugging him forward, Alexander tried to step forward as well, though his legs seemed stuck to the ground. Kocoum looked towards his companion in confusion, and seeing the exhausted state Alexander was in, Kocoum shifted their position around until he was carrying Wiggins bridal style with his injured leg cradled against Kocoum's chest.

Letting himself melt into the warm embrace of his lover, Alexander sighed. His mind was telling him that he shouldn't be forgiving Kocoum so easily, even after what Grandmother Willow had said, yet his heart was telling him to let it all go and to work things out. Wiggins' eyes began to steadily fall shut, Alexander's will to stay conscious diminishing every second. All too soon, he was asleep, pain laced exhaustion lulling him into deep unconsciousness as Kocoum carried him away.

Kocoum jogged into Grandmother Willow's clearing, careful of the precious bundle he held. Kocoum's thoughts swirled, a whirlwind of what to do, what would come next, and above all, Alexander. The look he had seen in those lapis eyes when the small man had run into him. Those blue eyes looked hurt and wounded, scared, but relieved, and angry at the same time. A sight that both broke his heart and caused relief to blossom in that same organ, knowing that he was the one to have caused that hurt, but at the same time rejoiced that he had found his love.

"Alexander…" Kocoum's voice was a mere whisper, barely discernable over the sound of the light breeze. "Oh…chere (dear)…" Kocoum stroked a dark finger down the side of Alexander's face, marvelling in the contrast as well as the purely angelic look that blessed the pale face. He sucked air through his nose, pulling the scent of his love into his nose. That smell went straight to his heart, warming it and causing a smile to bloom over his face. Settling himself to lean against Grandmother Willow, Kocoum held Alexander close, cradling the small body to his large chest.

Scratches and bruises adorned the porcelain skin, marks of the forest and the troubles Alexander had faced trying to navigate the dense brush. The small smile stayed on Kocoum's face as he smoothed his hands of the scrapes, glad to see that they were very minor, with no serious harm other than a bit of discomfort coming to Wiggins. Kocoum's gaze travelled lower, his eyes resting on the injured leg. It was swollen to twice its size, and blood could already be seen blossoming harshly beneath the skin in what would be a horrific bruise. The leg wasn't cock at an odd angle though, and after careful poking and prodding, Kocoum determined that the leg was still wholly intact.

Worry grace Kocoum's face when Alexander began to fidget, his small body burrowing further into the warmth of Kocoum, tucking the small red head further into the arms of the Brave. However, Alexander suddenly froze as he came to realized exactly where he was, and the position he was currently it.

The English man's head shot up, his body scrambling away but Kocoum's hold was too tight, and most of Alexander's struggling was in vain as he was still too

…" Alexander and Kocoum looked at weak from his previous romp in the forest to have much impact against the toned body of the brave.

"Child….relax…" Grandmother Willow's voice spoke just as Alexander opened his mouth, cutting off whatever he was about to shout at Kocoum. Both males turned to look at the weathered face of the old tree, her branches swaying lightly around them, enclosing them in a loose curtain.

"You both must be able to speak properly before this conversation happens. Listen to your hearts, my children, and you will be able to hear each other as their own." Grandmother said slowly, hear branches waving as a light dusting of what appeared to be pollen fell over the two. Kocoum stared in confusion and Alexander sat there looking dumbstruck, still unable to full grasp that there was a talking tree. Neither man said a word, both opting to still stare blanking at the spirit.

"Men! They never change!" The old Willow looked at the two stubborn young men and shook her branches in aggravation. "Listen to your hearts! I swear to the Goddess…you think you would listen to me." Alexander couldn't help but crack a smile at Grandmother Willow's mutterings and looked again at Kocoum.

"Why?" Alexander's question was directed at Kocoum and puzzled the brave greatly. Somehow, he was able to understand everything the smaller man said, even though his mouth made the wrong movements for Kocoum's own native language. It dawned on Kocoum that his is what Grandmother Willow meant when she spoke of listening to his heart. Since Alexander held his heart, he could understand him fully. It simple took a bit of magic from a great spirit for Kocoum to be able to see that.

"Why what? I do not understand Alexander…" The red-head looked at his Indian love in confusion about being able to understand him so perfectly, and then he thought of what Grandmother Willow had said and come to the same conclusion as his love had.

"Why did you push me away earlier? Are you ashamed of me? Do you not want me?" Alexander's voice was small and thin, like the trace of a needle on skin. Kocoum's face was startled and then upset at his questions. He quickly moved toward Alexander again and gripped his upper arms in a rough grip. The Englishman gasped and looked into the dark eyes above him.

"Do not say that!" Kocoum's voice was as rough as his grip, like rocks; it growled and rolled out his mouth in a deep, angry storm. "Do not ever doubt how much I want you! I pushed you away before, because I did not want Pocahontas to hurt you. I was afraid she would react badly…and try and injure you. No, I am not ashamed of you. I love you, very much, and I want you to live with me in my tribe." Kocoum's admission was filled with small pauses and awkward clearings of his throat; the brave wasn't used to sharing his feelings so openly. But it was sincere and Alexander understood that. He could do nothing more than throw himself it his Indian's arms and hug the life out of him. Kocoum laughed and hugged back, loving the way the man fit against his chest.

"I love you too Kocoum." Alexander whispered his admission in the large man's ear, causing the larger man to laugh at the breath tickling his ear. "So much…" Alexander placed a passionate kiss on Kocoum's smiling lips and slyly slipped his tongue against his partners own, slippery muscle. They played for minutes, dipping and tagging from one mouth to the other. Soon the red-head was spread-eagle on the ground, arms flung out to the side as Kocoum divested him of his shirt. For the second time that day Alexander was tortured by way of mouth on chest. Alexander drew his brave back up to him and brought lips to meet in a time-consuming kiss that brought forth their arousal.

By the time the night was over, Grandmother Willow was wishing her two children would have chosen a more private spot to show their love to each other, though she wouldn't change it in the world for she knew the love of the two men who lay cuddled together by her roots was a pure as can be. Letting out a small laugh, the great spirit of the forest covered the two in a soft blanket made up of leaves before retreating back into her home for a well deserved rest.

Weeks later, the town spoke of the disappearance of one Alexander Wiggins. Rumours circulated that he had been killed by a brave, or had hoped on a ship back to England because he couldn't take the 'new life'. Nobody knew exactly what had happened to the small red head, though in the end, nobody real cared. Except for a certain whale of a woman who was rather displeased to have not received her 'requested' drawing.

Early one morning, however, just after the disappearance of Wiggins, a servant had found a piece of paper, attached to the steps of the grand house, by a small arrow. The paper was heavy, that of an artist, and upon closer inspection, the servant discovered that the drawing that adorned the paper was one of great skill. Done it charcoal, it was of an Indian Brave, sitting leisurely against a giant willow tree. The detail put into the drawing was miraculous, making it seem almost as if the viewer was standing right there in that scene. The servant decided to keep the drawing, knowing not of its value but instead in love with the pure beauty of the art. It would sit in a small book in the servant's room, full of her own sketching of the plants and wildlife in the nearby forest, and she hoped too, that one day she would be able to draw with the same amount of skill as the drawing she had found. And signed in the bottom right hand corner, in elegant calligraphy, was A. Wiggins.

The End.

(Finally)