I have left the anonymous flame on my reviews page because it's just so bloody funny! It's from a complete homophobe who didn't even have the guts to leave an e mail address! It didn't offend me, it just made me laugh! If a homophobe is on I have NO idea what is going through their heads! I would just LOVE to see them try and take on EVERY slash writer on this website! Ha! Anyway, I FINALLY got a review from the twins! Who are these two Scottish hunks you referred to huh? Hehe! Anyway, I've yarned on for long enough, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

Percy grasped Oliver's arm tightly as they stumbled across the threshold of their warm, cosy, safe house in the depths of the Sussex countryside.

"You know, the only reason we're stumbling is because you won't let go of me." Oliver laughed, glancing over at Percy who was deeply concentrating on not tripping up.

"Well, it isn't my fault that you're too heavy to carry." Percy retorted, steering Oliver into the kitchen, barely missing an antique vase which was precariously perched on a tiny table in the hall.

"I'm sorry Perce, but it isn't my fault for being so muscle bound, please tie me up and beat me." Oliver stated in a monotone, sarcasm dripping from his words. For once, Percy didn't retort with a smutty innuendo which Oliver was fully expecting, instead, he simply stuck his tongue like a child and carefully sat his husband down on a heavily cushioned chair.

"That wasn't the kind of response I expected from the sharp tongued beauty I married! What's up?" Oliver joked, leaning his uninjured arm against the large wooden table. Percy sighed as he leaned against the worktop, facing away from his husband.

"I don't know. It's just, well, I was petrified when I saw you in the hospital. I didn't know if I would ever see you again. It hasn't really sunk in that you're home and okay." Percy sighed again, suddenly serious, and massaged his temples with his middle finger and thumb. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

Oliver heaved himself up from his sitting position and walked slowly, with slight difficulty over to Percy.

"You should get some sleep. Mum told me you'd been there the whole time. I'll be okay by myself for a few hours." He said comfortingly, placing a warm hand on Percy's shoulder.

"But I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt! If you slipped or you suddenly had a relapse or something! Oh I just want you to be safe." Percy whimpered, now crying quite loudly.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry Perce. I tell you what, we can go and stay with my parents for a few days, that way there would always be someone around and your could get some sleep." Oliver suggested softly, wiping away Percy's tears with his bandaged hand. "You know, these things are really absorbent." Oliver said observantly, a lopsided smile forming on his bruised, yet still beautiful face. Percy choked a laugh through his tears and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I should be looking after you." Percy mumbled, pulling away from Oliver to push him back to his seat. He swiped the remainder of his tears away with his shirt sleeve, the same one he had been wearing for well over forty eight hours. He bustled over to the kettle and carried on as if the last minute and a half hadn't happened.

"So, the big decision!" Percy announced. "Normal tea? Or do you want to be a rebel and go herbal?" Percy asked with a challenging grin.

"I'll stay true to the old school and go for normal." Oliver replied, mimicking Percy's expression. Percy rolled his eyes and busied himself making the hot beverage.

Oliver's eyes started to wander around the room and his gaze fixed on the floo powder that was strewn across the floor beside the fireplace.

"Um, Perce?" Oliver asked, slightly concerned that this wasn't his husband. No Percy Weasley could have left that mess.

"Uh huh?" Percy replied, not really concentrating on the voice. He had his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he squeezed the tea bag to make sure his husband's tea was precisely the correct strength.

"Why is there floo powder all over the floor?"

"Wha-? Oh, yeah." Percy blushed as the scenario played through his head. "Well, when Abi flooed me, I was slightly panicky and I spilled the powder as I grabbed some, I really should clean it up." He mumbled. Oliver couldn't help but smile, he knew his husband loved him to death and little things like that made him really appreciate Percy. The man who can break Percy's anal retentiveness is surely the one who can occupy the red-head's life and make it complete.

"Here we are!" Percy proclaimed, holding up two mugs of tea as if they were the Wimbledon Trophy. Oliver reached out to grab the long awaited brew but it was whisked away from him, gaining a pathetic pout from Oliver.

"Percy!" He whined.

"I'll carry these, you get upstairs and, well, hobble into bed. It would be too much to ask you to leap."

"Why Percy! Taking advantage of an injured man! Shocking!" Oliver joked, feigning complete surprise, throwing up his hands to protect his shirt buttons to acknowledge the scandal.

Percy rolled his eyes yet again and proceeded out of the room, leaving the injured man in his staged position.

"Hey! I haven't finished my thesping!"

Percy snorted as he ambled up the stairs, the Scott following him closely. It seemed that once Oliver got going it was easier for him to walk.

"Since when was thesping a word?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Since I invented it! My dramatics must be given a verb of their own! To thesp: the art of proclaiming an over the top exaggeration, usually accompanied by a wild hand gesture! Hey, don't walk off!" Oliver shouted. He had stopped on the stairs to evaluate the meaning of his word but Percy had carried on walking, shaking his head in pity for the insane man that he married.

Oliver tottered up the stairs and followed Percy into the bedroom, smirking at the response he dragged from the red head.

"In!" Percy commanded, pointing at the bed after he had placed the steaming tea on the bedside table.

"Geese, you sound like that homophobic nurse!" Oliver announced, snorting. Percy glared daggers at him. "Although, I will actually listen to you Perce." Oliver grinned before he headed straight for the bed and eased himself down onto the soft mattress which Percy had quickly prepared for him, magically pulling the covers back to make it easier for his husband to get in. Percy went over to the bed and helped Oliver remove his clothes that his mother had brought for him. Percy helped him into a pair of soft pyjamas that he always kept spare, being careful to avoid as much contact with the bruises as possible.

"Now lay down and I'll get you a hot water bottle." Percy smiled.

"Yes Mum." Oliver teased, laying down just as his husband had ordered him to.

Percy once again stuck out his tongue and left the room to wander back to the kitchen to prepare the bottle for Oliver.

When Percy was gone, Oliver gently settled himself down into the crispy duvet. Luckily, his bruises weren't hurting much as he had been given medication to ease the suffering, for which he was supremely grateful.

Oliver rolled gently onto his side and snuggled into the pillow, closing his eyes, completely at peace.

"Hm, nurse Percy." Oliver muttered, smiling to himself as his mind wandered to his slightly bizarre alternate reality.

Find out what goes on in Oliver's bizarre alternate reality in the next instalment! I have a Harry/Oliver fic up! Please read it and tell me whether to continue it or not, it's VERY me, as in, it's obviously my style. It is a tale of building up the courage to admit a love that has always filled a perfect relationship. However, Harry's nightmares could tear the couple apart! Will Oliver ever be able to save Harry's sanity and say those three little words? READ 'YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME' BY DOGBERTDAY TODAY TO FIND OUT! I only have four reviews so far (thanks to those who reviewed by the way, for you I will continue!) so please make me feel all bouncy and squidgy with happiness at the prospect of acknowledgment! Thank you!