I'm so sorry for the delay, I was really busy! To make up for this, here's a chapter with a cute little ending *Wants to make a heart sign*

Day 18

When he walked to Dr. Spears' office the next morning, after having a good sleep in Undertaker's arms, he felt like he had a rock in his guts. Why he would have a relaxed talk, his friend would be tortured again. At first he had wanted to come with him again, but Undertaker had said he should rather go to his own therapy. They would meet in the dining room after it so Grell could make sure he was alright.

On his way he remembered that there was something else he wanted to talk about with Dr. Spears. Something utterly different he had forgotten due to that stress yesterday, now the stone grew even bigger.

He knocked and came in, sitting down on the couch.

"Good morning, Grell. How are you feeling today?"

"I have a bad conscience. I can sit here and talk while Undie gets tortured..."

"He doesn't gets tortured, he gets treated."

"I think it's the same. But I wanted to talk about that anyway. Can you help him? Is there a way to stop the therapy?"

"They would stop it if he was healed, but that's difficult to say at his disorder. I'm afraid I can't do anything about it, I'm not his doctor. You could try to talk about that with Dr. Turner, but he's not the kind who would give up an interesting case. So no, I think you have to bear the thought. I'm sorry about that."

"Oh...okay. It's just...seeing him like that..."

He bit his lip.

"But that's not all. I talked to the electrician who controlled the electric shocks. He said that they use the technique with depression too..."

Dr. Spears let his board sink down. He didn't say anything for a while, thinking how he could best explain the situation.

"Yes. This therapy is indeed used at depressions. The problem is that the idea of it is quite new and this institute has only one machine for that. Because we have so many patients there is a waiting list for the patients with minor priorities, such as depressions. The ones with top priorities skip the list and get the therapy immediately. One of them was Undertaker."

"I...I see. Where am I on the list?"

"Is this so important?"

"It is."

"You were on top of the list. You would have been the next to get electric shocks, but then Undertaker came and had a higher priority than you."

Grell's eyes widened. He opened his mouth and closed it again, not knowing what to say to this. He would have been the next. If Undertaker hadn't come, he would be tied up to the chair now, shaking and screaming.

"So he...he took my place?", he finally whispered, his voice husky.

"In a way, yes. Although he doesn't know of the waiting list and that you would have been the next one. Although I'm sure he would be relieved, as he wouldn't have wanted you to be in his place."

"I would have been the next..."

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Does that mean I will get electric shocks soon as well?"

"No, don't worry. To be honest I'm not just here because I had time for another patient. After Dr. Turner had been called off, I signed in for the job and the first thing I did was taking you off the list. Two years ago Dr. Turner killed one of his patient because he overdid it and used too much power. He is more careful now, but still I try to get as many patients of the list as possible, one death was enough."

"A-And Undertaker?"

"I had no chance to do the same for him, he was directly sent to Dr. Turner who is much more experienced than me, especially when it comes to people like Undertaker."

"But is he endangered? You said-"

"I said Dr. Turner is more careful now too. That's not the only reason for my attempt to help you. I think the pain the electric shock therapy causes it's not worth its results."

"Then...thank you."

"You're welcome."

Grell looked down, being really shocked by the fact that he had been so close to being tortured as well. Although Undertaker having to endure it wasn't better in any way.

"C-Can I go then? I need to see him and check if he's alright."

"Of course. I'm glad you're making such a progress, Grell, I just wanted you to know that."

Grell nearly ran to the dining room, glad to find the familiar face on their usual table. He nearly ripped Undertaker off is chair to pull him into a tight hug

"Oh my God, Undie..."

"Hey...is something wrong?"

"I'm just glad to see you save and sound. How bad was it?"

"It...went faster today, so it was more bearable than yesterday. What about you?"

"I...Dr. Spears told me something. I'll tell you later, for now let's eat."

He sat down at did so, looking at Undertaker all the time, though. He was too glad that he was okay that he needed to watch him all the time. Well, and Undertaker was really nice to look at.

"Eat! Otherwise you'll get even thinner than you are", Undertaker said with a light chuckle and nodded at the food in front of them what made Grell blush.

"So...what did our dear Dr. Spears tell you?"

Grell sat down on his bed and hugged his legs. And then he told everything he's heard one hour ago to an ex-mortician who got more and more angry while he listened. At the end he had jumped up and paced around the room.

"They wanted to do the same to you? These bastards wanted to torture you as well?! Oh this Dr. Turner. He deserves a special place in hell! How could yo do this to a poor thing who has done nothing wrong? How could you give someone who suffered all his life even more pain?! If he ever intends to do this, I swear I will cut him into pieces and force him to eat himself!"

The last part was only growled and Grell hugged his legs tighter, he couldn't help but feel scared at this new, dangerous side of Undertaker. He sometimes nearly forgot that he must have done something so sick that he was here, but now he could imagine it quite good.

The way Grell crouched there must have reminded him that he shouldn't loose his temper so easily and that the redhead was probably rather afraid of his behaviour, so he sat down too and looked at him in a much softer way.

"Forgive me, I got a little too caught up in it. It's just the fact that they would torture such a small, beautiful creature as you, who didn't do anything wrong in his life, who had just been born into the wrong family and had so much pain already..."

He looked at Grell with honest eyes and put an arm around his small shoulders, laying his lips onto his head.

"It's okay. You just...scared me a little."

"Understandable. I'm really glad I could take your place..."

"You didn't know it and it's not like you could have decided to do it or not."

"No, it was a lucky coincidence. Still...I couldn't live with the thought that my pretty rose gets treated like that."

"Why do you call me your rose?"

"I thought it would fit you. Beautiful and fragile, yet strong in a way. Does it bother you?"

"No, I was just curious. No one gave me a nickname before."

"I'm happy to be the first one."

Grell blushed at this statement and slid even closer to the other man until he nearly sat in his lap.

"Oh, what is this supposed to be?", Undertaker said with a smile in his voice.

"I...um...wanted to be closer to you? I'm so glad to have you here with me now..."

"You mean, without damage? Or rather without more damage than usual. But I'm too, there's nothing I would want more than to sit here with you and have you in my arms."

"Really?"

"Yes."

They sat there until the evening, hugging each other and talking. Grell told him more about his past, how his father had treated him in the worst way possible, how he had fun torturing him.

"You see my wrists? When you look closely, you can see that the left one is a little sharper edged, here. You maybe have realised that I am left-handed. My father didn't like that and wanted to make me write with my right hand. I really tried it, but it didn't work. My handwriting wasn't readable, so I went back to using my left hand. He was furious when he found out. He tied my left wrist to a fence so I couldn't pull it away, to a stone and smashed it onto my wrist until it broke."

Undertaker, who was sitting behind Grell, legs wrapped around his hips, reached around Grell's body and gently took his left wrist, then kissed it in the most loving of all ways.

"Don't think of that anymore. What he did to you was horrible, but now you are safe and he can never hurt you again...never. Think about the present, dear."

"I do..."

He yawned softly and Undertaker smiled, wrapping his arms around the small of Grell's body and hugging him one last time before letting him go.

"I guess it's time for bed."

"Yeah...can you...turn around while I undress?"

"Of course."

He turned around immediately, although he was smiling all the time. Grell waited for a few seconds, then he quickly undressed and put on his pyjama, before crawling back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Undertaker from behind.

"You can look again."

"Okay. Then it's time for me to undress now. You can look or not, I don't care."

He stood up and pulled the shirt over his head, and Grell did indeed not look away, but took in the sight he was offered. Strong muscles on Undertaker's arms, chest and tummy, but not too much. It was just the right amount so you could feel protected from strangers, but didn't need to be afraid you could be crushed.

He removed his pants to and a blush creeped to Grell's face, although he was still wearing his underwear.

"No need to be ashamed", Undertaker chuckled softly and slid under the covers next to Grell, then hugged him closely.

"Sleep well, my pretty rose."

"Undie?"

"Mh?"

"Can you stroke my hair again?"

"Of course."

He did so and the small redhead fell asleep soon. Undertaker smiled at how peaceful his expression looked now, how at ease. He bent down and kissed Grell's hair, then brushed his lips over his ear.

"I love you...", he whispered, closed his eyes and fell asleep too.