To say in the least, I am thoroughly disappointed in this story because I know I could do better. But this is the last chapter. At some point I will probably rewrite this and put a lemon in it but for now, you'll have to do with this. Enjoy. I do not own Fire Emblem.

Everyday Soren visited the hospital as soon as school was out and did all of his homework, all the while talking to Reyson. People had told him that when someone's in a coma sometimes they can hear you. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he prayed that it was because then maybe Reyson would return to him if he knew how much Soren longed to see his green eyes blinking at him again

The rest of the school year passed in this manner and the student body noticed a change in Soren by the end of the year. He was more talkative, almost as if he had come to terms with the fact that everything that was happening wasn't going to change and the only way he could help himself was by changing his attitude.

It was hard. He wasn't used to talking so much. It wasn't something he usually did. And finally, the fateful day arrived. Reyson woke.

Soren jolted up from his seat the second he heard a moan coming from Reyson's bed. He stared when Reyson shifted and blearily opened his eyes, turning to look at Soren.

"Rey…" he breathed, slowly walking forwards. "This isn't a dream, right? You're really awake, right?"

"I think so…but where am I?" he rasped, voice rough from disuse.

"The hospital…you've been in a coma for almost half a year," Soren told him, kneeling beside him.

"I'm so sorry Soren…I shouldn't have freaked you out so bad," Reyson sighed.

"What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for! You stood up for yourself and that's all there is to it! If anything, I should apologize for putting you in such a position!" Soren cried.

"Still as crazy as ever, aren't you?" Reyson mused softly.

"I'm so glad you're alive."

At that, Soren swept him into a huge hug, practically squeezing the life out of Reyson as he did so. Reyson smiled gently when he felt hot warm tears splotching on his neck and slowly rubbed Soren's back.

"I'm here now Soren. I won't leave you," he murmured.

"You better not. I don't know how I've been living without you," Soren told him, pulling away to wipe away his tears.

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for…but…what happened to Dad?" Reyson asked, moving over in the bed to make room for Soren.

Soren made himself comfortable, cuddling into his side before speaking. "Waiting for his trial. I've been living with a foster family."

"Dad…he's going to jail isn't he?" Reyson whispered.

"Yeah…there's no way he'd get out of it. I don't know if I should be happy or sad," Soren murmured, lightly running his hands up and down Reyson's side.

"Happy, of course. We never have to deal with him again," Reyson said.

"But he's…family," Soren muttered.

"Families don't put each other in hospitals," Reyson told him gravely. "And I think it would be a good idea for you to alert the nurses that I'm awake."

"Oh yes. Of course!"

()()()

"Rehab sucks," Reyson growled as he attempted to balance on the styrofoam board in the middle of the physical therapy room.

It was a month later so school was out and every day Reyson was at physical therapy for two hours while Soren watched on, waiting to take him back home. Reyson had quickly applied for the community college once he woke up, getting in easily despite the fact that he had never gone to high school. He was too smart to turn down. Soren had enrolled in the same college, unsure of what he was going to do.

"It's okay Reyson," came the soothing voice of Kara, the physical therapist. "You'll get the hang of it eventually. You need to strengthen all of your muscles."

She was working on another patient on the other side of the room, hooking the person up to a set of weights before fixing short blond hair and walking over towards Reyson. Reyson towered over her easily seeing as how she barely scraped five feet.

"I'm going to fall off this and die," Reyson stated as he wobbled.

He started to fall and Kara made the mistake to try and stop him by grabbing his shoulders. Reyson's reaction was violent, leaping away from her as fear sprang into his eyes. Soren was by his side in seconds, wrapping his arms securely around his brother. Kara was alarmed that she had evoked such an emotion from the boy.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.

"Just don't touch him," Soren said, gently stroking Reyson's hair to calm him down. "I think it would be best if we come back tomorrow."

"Um…yes…I'll see you two tomorrow."

As they left, Soren glanced at Reyson. "You okay now?"

"I hate being so skittish," Reyson hissed. "I just…every time someone tries to touch me I freak out and I see Dad's face."

"I know the feeling, trust me. It's fine," Soren assured him.

"Thanks Soren…I'm not surprised that I don't see Dad when you touch me though. You're the only one keeping me sane with all that's going on," Reyson sighed, glancing over at Soren.

"Hey. That's what I'm here for," Soren told him.

They arrived back at their apartment. Once Soren had turned eighteen he had inherited the money from his mom, renting a small apartment for them to sure, being careful not to use so much money that he couldn't pay for their college tuition and food. In the small parking lot they had for the cars of those who lived in the apartments was where they kept the used car they had bought as an easier mode for transportation. But usually, the two preferred to walk. It gave them more time to talk.

"I'm glad you're here," Soren said as they walked into their apartment. "Still alive and all."

Reyson's arms circled around his middle and he nipped at Soren's ear. "Right here." Reyson then proceeded to kiss and nip at Soren's neck. "I love you."

Soren turned in his arms, leaning up to kiss him gently. "I think I might just love you more."

As Reyson continued to ravish his neck, right there in the middle of their living room, a single thought entered Soren's head. I was always so focused on Ike's love I never once expected I would find all the love I ever needed from my brother. It was completely and totally unexpected.