Author's Note: Like I said, I had posted this on tumblr previously, so if it looks familiar that's why haha. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I'll see you all at the bottom of this mess. Thanks!

The next morning, Brock stirred awake when he felt the sun shine directly on his face. He was then vaguely aware of the soft breathing on the back of his neck and the arm on his waist. He hummed when he remembered it was just Brian. Brian, the man that he was absolutely in love with, and was even more in love with now that they had made love to one another. "Good morning." Brian said, startling Brock. The older man wasn't aware that he had been awake already.

"Good morning to you too." Brock smiled warmly as he watched Brian wipe the sleep from his eyes and stretch his naked body.

He liked waking up like this, with a warm body beside him, wrapped around him in a vice grip. Hell, it was definitely something he could get used to with time. With a small smile, Brian kissed Brock before getting up and walking to the bathroom that was attached Brock's bedroom, "Uh Brock?" He began, voice a little unsure. Brock hummed an answer and listened for the Irishman's reply. "As much as I love looking at the marks you gave me, my other patients might not. I don't think the scrubs will cover them." He explained, examining the bruises, the scratching all over his neck and torso.

Brock sat up and laughed, "That's okay, I think I still have some concealer left from when I covered the bruises rugby gave me."

Brian suddenly smiled, "You said you wanted another therapist right?"

"Yeah... What are you planning Brian?"

Brian climbed back into bed and kissed Brock once more, "Hm, you'll see." A few days later Brock was assigned a new therapist without any issues and he and Brian were now free to go on dates without sneaking around. Which ultimately made them both happier. It was a huge relief knowing that they could finally act and feel like a real couple. When Brock wasn't busy with his own physical therapy sessions, he visited Brian while he had breaks in between patients, they went out to lunch together during the day, and their growing relationship became even stronger, just like Brock's arm that was nearly done healing. After things had been going in their favor for a while, Brian bumped into Dr. Fong unexpectedly one day. He had gone out without covering the marks that Brock had continued to leave on him. He smiled evilly before catching Doctor Fong's attention. "Hey Fong! Why don't you guess who gave me these lovely marks?" Brian wiggled his eyebrows and left before he saw Dr. Fong's reaction, snickering to himself, glad that he had been able to do that.

Eventually , Dr. Fong did go to the board with his issue about Brock and Brian because he knew the two were still together. Brock was still lingering around the physio center, and the asian saw them spending time with each other quite often, or at least more often than needed to during a physical therapy session. So he readied his evidence, and prepared a statement that the board would have to take into consideration. "Dr. Fong as much as we appreciate you following the code of ethics, we cannot do anything about Brock and Brian's relationship." The president of the board was the first to burst his smug bubble.

"What? Why?" Dr. Fong asked in a rush, dropping his professional behavior for a moment.

"Well, it seems that Brock is no longer Brian's patient."

"How? He's still supposed to take physical therapies."

"Brock's new therapist is Dr. Santos, and they're not in a relationship. Now if there's nothing to report, Dr. Fong, you may exit the room." Dr. Fong left with many questions in his mind. When had Brock changed therapists? Was that why Brian showed him the markings he had on his neck? Was that why he had rubbed it in his face, because he knew he was wrong? Dr. Fong ignored the questions, it wasn't his business anyway, they weren't breaking any rules anymore, and that was the only thing that mattered to him. He went back to being a notorious doctor, after discharging Brock as one of his patients.

Brock's last therapy session shortly followed the board incident, and he and Brian were happier than ever, celebrating the fact that the older man had gained back nearly all the strength in his arm he had lost because of the rugby accident. They went out for dinner that night, Brock practically radiating with joy. However, it wasn't until dessert was served when Brian pulled out a small, folded up piece of paper that caught the older man's attention. "So I have a surprise for you..." Brian started with a sly grin.

"What is it?" He inquired with a smile as Brian slipped the piece of paper across the small table and into the older man's fingers. He picked it up wordlessly and unfolded it, careful not to rip it, dark eyes skimming as he listened to the younger man talk. The only thing that he recognized on the paper though, was Dr. Santos' messy signature scrawled towards the bottom of the page. It was some kind of medical document, but he wasn't sure what, and he wasn't going to read all of it right here in the middle of their celebratory dinner.

"I talked to your doctor after your last session today, and she gave that to me." Brian explained.

Brock however, was still confused, "Yeah, but what is it?" He asked again.

The Irishman laughed, "She okayed you to play rugby again." He said as if it was the most simplest sentence in the world. He had been waiting all through dinner to say it, and that was why it had come out sounding so naturally. It was quiet between them for a few moments, the news really sinking in, Brian watching as the gears began to turn in his boyfriend's head. He knew he would be shocked at the message. "Hello? Earth to Brock, did you hear me?" He inquired with another small chuckle.

But when Brock looked back up at Brian, he had fresh tears in his eyes. "I can play rugby again?" He questioned. "Like really play?"

Brian only nodded, "And the paper confirms it."

"I love you, Brian. You did so much for me. I got my life back because of you." Brock didn't care if he was being overemotional or sappy at the moment, because he was truly happy. The fact that he even got to hold this medical paper in his hands right now was a baffling aspect to him. When his accident first occurred, he genuinely believed that he would never set foot on a rugby field ever again. But he was strong, he did it, and with the help of Brian, he got to continue to do what he loved to do.

Brian kissed Brock, never getting tired of the feeling of his lips on his own, "I love you too. I always thought you could do it and I'm so grateful to have someone like you in my life." A smile surfaced on his lips once more. "Now hurry up and eat, you've got practice bright and early in the morning." And the two continued on with their dinner, the grin never leaving Brock's face even for a second. Brian had never seen true happiness in his life, that is, until he saw Brock on a rugby field. That man really did have love and passion for the sport, and Brian never missed a single one of his games. He was always there, front row, snacks ready, and loudly cheering Brock's name. And as for Brock, the older man had vowed to take it easy, not be so rough like before when he played. After all the doctor's appointments, all the physical therapy sessions, he was more than happy to sit out a game, or take a break when he knew that his body had had enough. But even if he did manage to hurt himself, at least he had Brian by his side to fix him.

Author's Note: Well, we have reached the end of this very small fanfiction. If you guys liked it be sure to leave a review, check out my other fanfics if you feel like it. Fools is progressing quite nicely, and I update that one when I can. I'm in my second semester of college, and I work at a daycare so if my updates get slow just know that it's life getting in the way. I take requests too, on here or at my tumblr heidipoo-xox. Anyways, you guys are the best, thank you for reading!