A/N: Wow why the hell wouldn't this upload? I kept trying though because I'm awesome to you guys. So, let's go. Lots of couples. Grell and the Undertaker, Will and Ron and Alan is still ignoring Eric. Poor Eric. So, thank you for all the reviews and please keep them coming.

"What's wrong, my dear?" the Undertaker chuckled. Grell sighed as the Undertaker massaged his shoulders. "You're so tense."

"Ronald is staring to find out what happened," Grell said with a sigh. "It's not just me, is it?"

"What is?" he said gently.

Grell sighed and leant on his knees. Everyone was so focused on Ronald, why weren't they paying attention to him? Ronald was fine. They were supposed to be leaving him alone and letting him grow up on his own, weren't they? Stupid hypocritical William. He hadn't done anything wrong really. William wasn't with Ronald at the time he'd kissed him. It wasn't like he'd been asking for him to cheat on Ronald, he was just going to keep him company while he was alone. Ronald didn't even remember him!

"Who thinks sees he's not our Ronnie," he said. "I mean, Ronald, cute little baby Ronald, isn't the same as our Ronnie." The Undertaker nodded slowly. "He just looks like him, and sounds like him but he's not Ronnie! He doesn't know us, or remember us or... Ronnie knew how I liked my coffee. He knew I liked cinnamon at the start of my shift when we were doing field work and honey when I was doing desk work, with one normal two normal sugars and a pinch of dark sugar and just the tiniest bit of warm milk."

"That's very specific," the Undertaker said.

Grell nodded. "But he knew. And he made sure the ladies in the coffee shop knew too. He made sure I got my coffee just right. And I know it sounds stupid and selfish, but he just knew how to make everyone happy and make it all just right. And he doesn't have those memories and he doesn't know how to make it right. He'd not strong enough to take all his problems and take all our problems to make them seem ok. He made everything seem ok again, do you know what I mean? This would be so easy for me if Ronald was here to keep me strong."

The Undertaker nodded slowly and continued rubbing his shoulders. Grell sighed and tilted his head up. "Perhaps, my dear, that's why you threw yourself at Mr Spears and decided to ignore me for so long."

"I didn't..." He paused and frowned. "Ok, well, maybe I kind of threw myself at Will but that's not a big deal. I've always been after Will. I mean, if I'm not after Will then... what am I supposed to do with myself?"

"Perhaps, you should let Mr Spears go," he said, turning and picking up his biscuit jar. "He does love Ronald, you must understand that. You've supported him all the time, you thought it was good for them to be together and acted like you'd accepted it, like you were happy for tem because if you couldn't have him, you were happy it was Ronald instead, right?" He chuckled and offered Grell a biscuit which he pushed away and he shrugged. "Perhaps you always hoped and believe they wouldn't last. You wanted them to be happy and succeed because they were your friends and you loved them, but something deep down that you couldn't fight made you wish something would happen and maybe Mr Spears would be yours to chase again."

"I'm not that selfish," Grell snapped. The Undertaker grinned and shook his head. "I wanted them to be happy. They were supposed to be together!"

His grin widened. "Were they?"

"Yes," he cried, standing up at glaring up at him. He honestly believed it, with all his heart. "Ronnie and Will were in love, it was like the most beautiful, romantic thing ever. They were supposed to be together but you had to tell Will how to make him a reaper again. If we'd just kept him locked up we could have found a proper cure."

"It's my fault now?"

"Well who else's fault would it be other than Will's? If he loved him so much, how come he murdered him? And that's what he did, let's not play games. He murdered Ronnie and expects us to just accept his replacement. He's not a goldfish, you can't just get one that looks just like him and think we won't notice. It's you and him. You two killed my Ronnie!"

The Undertaker sighed and shook his head, pulling himself up onto a desk, biting his cookie as he laughed. "Well, I won't deny I'm to blame in as much as I told him how to make a human into a reaper, but I am hardly the only one to blame."

"No, it's you and Will! You could have stopped this. You're some all powerful reaper who has so much sway and is skilled. Why not stop it? Will let Marcus rape Ronnie. If he'd trusted his friends he would have been known not to trust him. If Ronnie had managed, he would have been ok. The hybrids wouldn't have found him, they wouldn't have been able to manipulate him. And then Will went and called him useless."

"He didn't mean that and to be fair he was trying to protect him. He was stressed and grieving."

"He shouldn't have said it!" He stood and began pacing back and forth furiously. "Then he goes and murders him? Without even consulting us? He held Ronnie in his arms while he died! He looked him in the eyes while he killed him! Who does that? Who is so cold hearted they can look a boy like Ronnie in the eyes as they murder him? Let alone someone they claim to love more than anything? And yet everyone feels sorry for him? What about me? I didn't have a say in what happened? No one asked me if I was ok with him killing my best friend! I don't even know why I'm so in love with him. I like my men cruel and powerful and cold but that's almost evil."

"That is enough!" the Undertaker snapped, standing up and grabbing his shoulders. He laughed softly and shook his head. "You really can't go blaming everyone else here, Grell. What happened is the fault of many uncontrollable things. Marcus Lance started this whole thing when he broke Ronald last year, in fact it goes even further back, the cracks have been forming since he was young, he only snapped last year. He didn't get the help he needed. When problems presented themselves he wasn't in any state to deal with them. You were all suffering from the grief of thinking Michelle had died and, understandably, didn't notice he was slipping. Mr Spears' became overprotective and Mr Slingby and Alan were trying to get themselves through it and you were torn up as well. No one noticed how Ronald was suffering. It let him fall into their hands. Ronald is hardly innocent himself. Perhaps you should stop placing blame, and start making the best of something you can't change and looking after the victims."

"Ronnie..."

"Not just Ronald," the Undertaker said, slowly wrapping arms around his waist and leaning on his shoulder. "You've lost one your of your closest friends. Whether or not he lives again, last year he died and none of you grieved for him. Of course it's hard. It's not good not to grieve."

"I want my little Ronnie back," Grell wailed, throwing his arms around him, breaking down into tears. "He was my best friend and Will murdered him in cold blood! He held him when he died! He held him in his arms and killed him!" The Undertaker sighed and rubbed his back. "If he loved him, why did he kill him? How can you murder someone you love? Ronnie never meant to hurt anyone. He didn't mean it."

"If someone you loved was suffering, in constant pain, doubting their sanity and life, wouldn't you want to help them?"

"He killed him!"

"He gave him a fresh start."

"It was murder!

"And yet you still want him? You still want him to love you?"

Grell frowned and The Undertaker smiled slightly, shaking his head. After a moment, Grell held him tight and cried into his shoulder. Why hadn't there been another way? Why hadn't they been able to save Ronald sooner? The Undertaker sighed and kissed the top of his head.

"Now now," he chuckled gently. "Would your dear Ronnie want to see you cry?"

"No," Grell whispered, wiping his tears away and sitting up. He smiled slightly and the Undertaker smiled, stroking his tears. "No he wouldn't."

Ronald smiled slightly as William came in from work. William was a little surprised. He hadn't expected Ronald to be there, waiting for him. He slipped out of his shoes and jackets and smiled slightly, sitting on the couch across from him. He was hoping Alan had talked him into forgiving him. He really had thought he was doing what was best. Finally, much to William's surprise, Ronald scooted over and wrapped his arms around him, snuggling into his chest. After a long moment, William returned his hold, slipping his arms around him and holding him close, burying his head in his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Are you alright, Ronald?" he whispered.

Ronald nodded slowly. "You did it to protect me, didn't you? You didn't mean for this, did you?"

"No," William said, pulling him up onto his lap, holding him close and pecking his lips. "Darling, I thought I was protecting you. I wanted you to be safe. I wanted to give you a fresh start. I thought you would be ok, and you'd find out when you were older, and strong enough to handle it. I thought I'd tell you gently, I wanted to be careful with you."

"Tell me you love me," Ronald murmured.

"I do, darling," he replied instantly. "More than anything, I love you."

"How much?" he said, smiling up at him. William frowned and Ronald pressed their lips together for a moment, shifting in his lap to rest their foreheads together. "How much do you love me, William?"

"With all my heart." Ronald grinned and captured his lips, pressing gently against him. "Before you feel into the demon's hands, Grell asked me if we were a proper couple like Eric and Alan, were we going to spend the rest of our lives together? I didn't know. I hadn't ever thought about it but when you were gone, when I thought you were lost forever, that's when I knew. I knew." Ronald's eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around William's neck, smiling tenderly, making all William's fears fade. Ronald didn't hate him, he didn't fear him, he wasn't too hurt by the revelations. "I loved then, and I still do know, Ronald. I wanted to be with you forever and I'd realised it too late. You hated me for saving you from those demons. They'd brainwashed you into thinking we would kill you on sight. It broke my heart to see you like that. I've been blaming myself for so much of what you've been through. So much of it was because of my mistakes and that kills me."

Ronald sighed and smiled weakly, kissing him once more, more firmly this time, rocking his hips against his, making William hiss and groan. "Tell me about my attack."

"Which one?" William said with a defeated sigh. He rested his head against Ronald's again and stroked his fingers over his back. "I've let you down so many times."

"Hey, I might not remember anything, I might not know anything about who I used to be, but I know I must have trusted you. And I don't think I'd ever blame you for something like this. Please, tell me about it. Tell me everything. I want to know who I was. I need to know what I can be and where I've gone wrong. I need to learn from my mistakes. Talk to me. Tell me."

William frowned, then nodded slowly. He'd rather tell Ronald than have him find out through someone else. He sighed as Grim bounced up with them and flopped on the back of the couch, watching quietly as William slowly explained everything. Ronald sat listening quietly, looking up at him with those big sweet eyes. It took a few hours to go through everything that had happened between them, censored for his young mind of course. He'd explain more when he was older and stronger. Still, Ronald was sitting there not pushing when William said he would tell him about something another time. When he finally finished with his death in the hospital, leaving out that he'd been the one to kill him, Ronald cupped his cheeks and pressed their lips together, grinding their hips together and tangling his fingers into his hair. William was rather surprised by the reaction but William wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and gently pushing him onto his back, pinning him down as their kiss grew more intense by the second, their bodies moving together as William unbuttoned his shirt and waistcoat.

"I don't understand, Ronald," he murmured against his jaw. "Why? After everything?"

Ronald gasped and closed his eyes as their bodes slid together, William kissing his neck gently. "They way you talk about it and the way you are around me... It's kind of easy to tell you're being honest when you say you love me." William smiled and nodded, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "You're ok to wait, right?" Pulling back slightly, William gazed down at him and Ronald blushed heavily. "I-I just mean... I know you love me and all, and I trust you but... it's supposed to be really painful the first time, isn't it? An-and I'm not saying that I don't think you'll be gentle with me and you know what you're doing, obviously, it just-"

"You're not ready," William said gently, stroking his cheeks. Ronald nodded slightly. "That's alright. I'm very patient, Ronald, I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Well... I liked what did yesterday," Ronald whispered, glancing away slightly. "We can do that again, right?"

"Anything you like, darling."

"Sweetheart," Eric said quietly, wrapping his arms around Alan's waist. Alan frowned and glanced up at him. "You spent all day with Ron. Don't you want to spend time with me now?"

"Not really," Alan said, pushing him off and heading over to the bedroom. "I'm tired. I want to go to bed."

Eric sighed and followed him only for the door to slam in his face. "You know Grim agrees with me about you."

"Grim's a cat!" he called through the door. "He can't agree with you!"

"You're being unreasonable," Eric said, opening the door and sitting on the bed. Alan glared at him then changed slowly. "Sweetheart, I didn't interfere, I swear, it wasn't me. At least let me stay in bed."

Alan sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Bed but you keep your hands to yourself."

"I can do that."

"I doubt it." Alan slipped into bed and Eric grinned, changing for bed and quickly joining him. Before Alan could object, Eric wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Sighing, Alan shook his head. "I thought so."

"Shh, sweetheart," Eric murmured against the back of his neck, stroking his stomach, making his shiver. "You love your bad boy." Alan growled and elbowed him in the stomach. "Oww."

"Hands off."

He sighed and let him go, rolling away and glaring at the door. "You know, William is getting more action than me right now, and his boyfriend can't even remember who he's sleeping with."

"Well, that's because William is trustworthy and responsible."

Eric was about to reply when Alan reached up and switched off the light, plunging them into darkness. He sighed. When was this going to end? He'd probably get kicked out at ridiculous o'clock tomorrow morning as well. Whatever was causing Alan's mood swings, he needed to figure it out and deal with it as soon as possible.