When the Will and Mike get released from the hospital… all bets are off. El's shooting the two hungry glances every couple of seconds, and it looks like it takes every ounce of effort in her not to jump one of them then and there.

She holds it back, to the best of her ability, granted. But when the others go to bed…

Well, let's just say it's playtime.

Will had been sleeping on the bed, Mike laying in the opposite direction, when El had come in, wearing her bathrobe.

"They asleep?" Will mouthed.

El grinned and nodded.

Mike rose up, looking excited. "Then let's do it."

El let her robe fall to the ground, revealing herself to be totally bare underneath, before she walked over and climbed onto the bed, silhouetted in the moonlight leaking through the window.

Will sat up next, breathing eagerly, as El worked to remove his pants first, letting his cock jump free. Up next was Mike, looking like he'd been waiting so long to get back to it.

"Hm…" El looked at the two stiff pricks. "Kiss." She ordered, taking one in each hand.

As El's hands moved up and down, Will and Mike looked at each other, both boys pressing their lips together like lost lovers.

They didn't last long, and shortly enough, spurts of jizz from the two were sent flying out, over El's bare skin.

El giggled, as Mike and Will broke, pulling back. Placing her lower half over Will, she let her body fall, and felt him slip into her, as she took Mike's length into her mouth.

"Ah…" Mike moaned, rubbing the back of El's head, feeling her brown hair already becoming damp with sweat.

Will said nothing, huffing as he bucked into El, trying to keep the sound of their slapping down to a minimum. Before long, he felt himself go stiff, unloading another round directly into her womb.

El released Mike's cock with pop, repositioning herself so she was laying on top of Will with her back to him, presenting herself to Mike.

Mike pushed into El from the top, as Will went in from below, El gasping like a fish out of water as both thrust into her.

"Ah!" El gasped, arching up into Mike's hips, as Will took her from below. Her hand felt around, grasping Will's hand, as her other took one of Mike's.

"I just want to tell you both:" El breathlessly began. "Good luck. We're all counting on you."

Mike looked horribly confused. "Was that a fucking airplane reference?"

"Oh, just shut up and do it."

All as one, the three came.

Mike practically collapsed, falling out of El, rolling onto the mattress. El smiled, pushing herself off of Will, going for the small space in between.

With Will on one side of her, Mike on the other, and both pressed so close to her she probably didn't strictly need the blanket to keep warm, El fell into the best sleep she'd ever had.

"…And I'll come back for New Year's." Mike motored off, as Nancy sat in the car, looking supremely impatient. "And when I do, we can all go see Clue or something."

El smiled, nodding happily. "Okay."

"And I'll make sure to save up enough to call." Mike continued.

"Alright."

"And I'll-"

"Mike." El cut him off, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you too."

Mike smiled, as El stepped back, and he turned to Will. "I'm sorry… For beating the crap outta you."

"It's alright." Will rubbed his still-healing nose. "I deserved it."

"No." Mike retorted. "You didn't. Because… you were right. I wasn't there for her." He thinned his lips.

"That's not your fault."

"It isn't… doesn't mean it doesn't suck." Mike replied.

"…I'll miss you." Will swallowed, the words he'd wanted to say all the way back in October finally hitting with their intended effect.

"I'll miss you too, Will." Mike glanced around, before kissing Will on the lips. He didn't have to worry about Nancy or the others seeing, but they were outside, any random stranger could've seen.

Then again, they could just mind their own damn business.

Mike pulled both of them into a hug. "I'll see you guys soon." He pulled back, trying to smile, as he walked to the car and climbed in.

El took Will's hand in her own, and they watched, waving as Mike and Nancy disappeared into the distance.

El looked to Will with a slight smile, allowing her head to fall on his shoulder, as they walked back inside.

The years go by, as years do. They grow, forge new friendships, keep the old ones intact…

The Soviet Union had collapsed, the decade of communism and cassette tapes had ended, to be replaced with the decade of internet and compact discs. Cell phones are the size of a makeup mirror now, and video games are truly 3D.

But, no matter how much the world changed around them, the three were happy. That's all Will can say he really wished for.

It was an odd balancing act at first, keeping things balanced between Will and Mike. El loved both and made sure both got her attention.

One day, while Mike was at work (Will worked from home doing art for comic books, and El did travel articles), Will and El danced together in the living room of their house. No reason, no special occasion, they just felt like it.

"Hey." Will murmured into El's ear. He had a question. One he thought of often, but never really posed to her aloud.

"Yes?" El replied, head resting on his shoulder.

"You ever wonder what things would've been like?" He asked. "If I had never kissed you that night?"

"No." El answered immediately, as the song switched to Endless Love.

"Oh?" Will raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because," El serenely began, "I wasn't going to let you pass by that easily."

"…huh?"

"You kissed me, yes," El outlined, "But I figured out I loved you before that. Even if you hadn't kissed me, I was going to make sure it happened."

Will frowned. "You mean… you were going to seduce me even before all that?"

"Oh, way more than that…" El replied, the two swaying in unison.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I knew you loved Mike too." El answered, whispering into his ear. "I figured if I was going to bring you in, I should've tied up loose ends."

"…please don't tell me that's a euphemism for murder."

El laughed, still just as melodic as it had been the first time. "Of course not. Misses Wheeler had all those trashy romance novels all over the place, at her house, remember?"

"Yeah." Will chuckled. "That woman is many things… someone with good taste in literature isn't one of them."

"Like you're any better. Two words: Roald Dahl." El shot back.

"Hey, it's childish, but at least he's a good writer." Will fired in retort.

El rolled her eyes. "Anyway. I found one of them while I was visiting Mike one night and took a peek. Then you kissed me, and we made love that very first time, and I figured since it was like the book, I could get things to work out like the book."

"…You called Mike." Will put together. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you told him I was your boyfriend too!"

"Of course I did." El retorted. "I'm not stupid. And I wouldn't have done it if I didn't know things were going to work out in the end."

"…yeah, you told me as much." Will remembered, laughing. "Goddammit, I was terrified! I thought Mike was gonna kill me!"

"And you almost killed Mike, that makes you even." El calmly replied. "If it's any help, I wasn't going to let him do anything beyond beating you up."

"So, what you're saying is, our entire relationship is because you hatched a clever plan stolen from a romance novel." Will shook his head in good humor. "Plagiarism is a crime, you know."

El exasperatedly huffed. "Oh, shut up. You know it all worked out."

"I do… you stubborn, manipulative, devil…" He murmured, going to kiss her on the neck.

The song was broken by a high-pitched cry coming from the baby monitor.

"And there goes Terry again." El sighed, pulling back from Will.

"Hey," Will threw his hands out, "I gave you advanced warning, babies love interrupting at the worst moments."

"It's your fault too." El pointed, ducking into the nursery. "You need a man and a woman to make a child!"

Will held up a finger. "It might be my fault. We didn't get a test to check if it was me or Mike, remember?"

"Oh, sure…" El rolled her eyes, bouncing the little child in her arms, getting her to calm down. "Whenever she does something extremely cute, she's one-hundred percent yours, but when she's interrupting, you have no clue who the father is."

Will laughed, shaking his head, as he played with the baby's hand. "Doesn't matter if I'm her father or not… She's still my kid."

El smiled, kissing Will. "I love you."

"I love you too." Will smiled, and then frowned.

"What is it?"

"…a trashy romance novel? Seriously?"