Oh, hello again. Thanks to all who reviewed! It's much appreciated! Here's part two, let me know what you think! Head's up about suggestive material here in this one too. *blows kisses* Thanks!

15 February 2012, shortly thereafter

Naomi had left immediately after dropping Mycroft off in his bedroom, gone in a flutter of feathers. His first order of business was to call his parents. Considering he'd wandered away and abandoned them at the concert. He spoke with his mother, who was just sitting down again, and informed her he'd gotten called away on a matter of national security. A polite apology, a promise of another event, and he hung up.

He put the phone down and stripped off his wet clothes to shower right away. But as he was toweling off, he paused in front of the mirror. His brow furrowed and he reached a hand to touch the smooth skin above his sternum. No trace of injury, scar, or anything to indicate what had happened. His heartbeat was steady. His body was whole. He'd move on.

By the time he'd showered, changed into his version of dressed down, and gone downstairs to make himself tea, Naomi had returned.

She landed in the kitchen with clasped hands and an indifferent expression. "I have eliminated both the sniper, and the leaders of the terrorist group that hired him."

Mycroft glanced up at her and returned his eyes to the tea. "Thank you. I assume you have the information that they used to find me."

"On your desk, everything else was destroyed, and we can discuss it together as well." Naomi said. He'd later find she'd destroyed their entire base of operations in what would be described as a gas leak explosion on the news, fourteen people dead. He'd be quite impressed.

"Sounds fair." Mycroft replied, turning to offer her a cup of tea. "I'd like to thank you, again, for saving my life."

"No trouble." Naomi said as she took the tea cup from him. "I do prefer you alive, and there's work to be done yet."

"Of course." He said with a slight bow of his head. His fingers were curled around the delicate tea cup and his thoughts drifted slightly. "Granted, you still haven't told me what that is."

"And how do you know you are not doing it already?" Naomi questioned.

He eyed her. "Fair." He admitted. "Anyways, I know I shouldn't expect any answers from you unless you want to give them up."

"You have learned much." Naomi quipped, it must have been a joke, because she smiled.

Mycroft let out a half laugh, amused at her expression more than anything. "Yes, how to lose at chess being the primary lesson. How to take a walk anywhere in the world as well. And that being fatally wounded doesn't necessarily mean death. Just pain, and a very confused return to the realm of consciousness."

"Well, I'm happy to pull you back to the realm of consciousness anytime." Naomi's blue eyes met his again as she walked over, setting the half-empty cup on the counter beside him. She was close enough to touch. "As well as beat you at chess."

"Yes, your skill and intelligence in both areas are a bit…distracting…" The eye contact was enough, and Mycroft moved in with confidence and determination. Tea cup abandoned, he put his hands around her head and kissed her deeply, passionately even. Maybe he should be surprised, but he wasn't. He felt her press herself to his body and he surrendered completely to the more instinctual urge of human nature. Moments later she flew them up to the bedroom. But he didn't really notice until she'd pulled away to start on their clothes.

It was hurried, not the usual steady calm way they'd gone about it the two times previously. He'd been within seconds of death today, it was only expected, wasn't it? Besides, he didn't need justification for this activity with her. Not at all.

He reached a hand to loosen her perfectly neat bun and let the auburn waves fell over her bare shoulders. His hands began exploring her form as he guided her towards the bed. Eyes intent and focused. Clothes gone, he pressed her back into the bed and kissed her soundly.

It was gratitude, it was curiosity explored, it was being alive.

It was also fervent, and needy, displaying a passion he surprised himself with as he made love with his angel. That thought would also surprise him when he wasn't busy with other things...

Eventually, he flopped on his back on the bed, his intact chest was moving up and down with deep breaths and his eyes closed. Completely exhausted but immensely satisfied. It was several minutes before his brain was back in reality and his heart rate slowed. He turned his face towards her.

Naomi was still next to him, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Her auburn hair was fanned around her face and her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful. Carefully, he reached his hand to move a piece of hair out of her face. "Thank you." His words mean more than the sex, more than the rescue, encompassing their entire friendship.

Her eyes opened, a sparkly blue in the dim light of the room. Her lips curled into a smile. "You're welcome."

"Will you be going soon?" He asked.

Naomi paused in a moment's thought, searching through the calendar of things that needed doing. "I don't have to. My personal assistant has taken care of the pressing issue at hand. I believe I can afford to lose a few hours."

"Stay with me." Mycroft asked plainly and unashamed. "At least until I fall asleep."

Her expression was mostly intrigued, but a slow smile grew on her face. "As you wish." There was a beat before she spoke again, shifting in the bed with opening of her arms. "Come here."

Mycroft moved with her. Rather than laying beside her, he was now resting in her embrace, in the comfort and safety of her wings. As poetic as it was, it must also be the truth. His head was tucked next to hers, and he closed his eyes. Another breathy 'thank you' on his lips.

Naomi's voice was soft, her American accent distinct in the darkness as the lights in the room went out. Supernaturally so, but he didn't care. Her fingers carded gently through his hair. "You will always be safe with me, Mycroft. Rest peacefully." And then she spoke something in Enochian, words he didn't know. He was too tired to ask about it. Maybe later.

Three things drifted in his mind as he fell into a world of pleasant dreams. One, he was safe, alive and whole, miraculously so. Two, he was also content, happy with where he was right now, happy with the choices he'd made.

And three…the world didn't seem so lonely anymore.