Warning! Short chapter full of time skips and fluff. I wrote half of it at 1am last night when i couldn't sleep, but I like it. I felt it was time to nudge it along just a bit. I hope you enjoy! please reveiw. seriously I love hearing what people think! It helps me improve and helps motivate me to keep writing! thank you to the people who have so far!

Oh! before I forget, I wrote a one shot called " Through the eyes of a monster" it's a short scene from Als POV in this situation! I'm rather proud of it, though it's sad!

Gil was about to crash into full panic mode when his phone rang. The song playing was "Canadian Please" . Gil turned his back to the french man. He flipped it open and put it to his ear "Matt?!"

"Gil... I'm okay. I'm just in the bathroom... But uhm.." Matts voice wavered.

Gil sighed in relief . then gently as he could while he heart slowed down to a normal pace "Spit it out Matt."

"Gil, I don't want people I know to see me like this" he heard the blondes voice shake.

"Understood!" Gil hung up the phone and turned to Francis and the eyebrows with a man attached that was now beside him.

"Like i was saying, me and Mattie hear they have some decent stuff so we were both going to check it out and report back!" Lame.. Lame... So lame..

Gil let out an extra loud forced laugh.

"Uhhh.. Okay..." said Francis with a look of concern for Gils mental health.

"Well! I should be going! See ya Franny!"

Gil darted to the till hearing eyebrows comment "Is there something... Not quiet right with him? In the head I mean?"

"Arthur... For once, I think we completely agree..."

Sitting in the car was uncomfortable. "Look... Gil... I'm sorry. "

Gil rolled his eyes pulled out of the parking lot. "Matt it's fine. Seriously, you apologize to much"

Matt smirked lightly "Sorry"

Gil shook his head and rolled his ruby eyes again. "So, Why would it have bothered you? Francis is your friend still right? I thought you guys still go for coffee sometimes."

Matt bit his lip and cringed. The split hurt. He brought his knees to his chest, putting his feet on the seat.

"Not very often these days.. I... I don't like people seeing me when I have.. Bruises.. They always look at me with that look of pity and I hate it."

Matt looked out the window thought and took a breath.

"Actually.. I think I might prefer the pity over the silence. After a while.. No one asks what happened anymore. It makes me feel invisible again." he muttered

Matt was suddenly irritated. He clenched his hands, burying his face in his knees. He wanted to hit something. scream, cry and lose it... He was so weak, he couldn't do anything right. His marriage was falling apart, he had no job, exactly two friends and now one of them could see how pathetic he was. His nails dug into his palms but he was snapped out of it by Gils quiet voice

"I don't pity you. I admire you for leaving, even though I wish you had sooner... I think Francis would feel the same Matt."

Matt looked at Gil without turning his head. His anger diminished. letting out a shaky sigh he nodded. They pulled into the drive way and parked.

"And Matt"

Gils hand caught Matts chin and turned his face. Matt looked into the crimson eyes with mild surprise. .

"You've never been invisible to me."

Gil gave him a weak smile. It was almost... Sad... Why? He was about to ask when Gil released his chin and got out of the car. Matt was frozen in the seat. His heart was beating faster...

Gil went upstairs a week later. He grabbed pillows from his bed and created a barrier in the middle of the queen sized mattress. Then he walked over to Matts room. Matt was in the bathroom getting ready for gathered a blanket and the pillows from the bed and carted them down the hall to his room.

Matt had taken a nap on the couch when they got home from the wal-mart and Gil had a bloody nose from it. He had been whimpering in his sleep. Muttering Als name. Gil had watched sadly. Then Matt had started screaming. It was like he was being murdered. Gil panicked and raced to him shaking him awake. He had either forgotten or not cared that Matt didn't take well to being woken so hastily.

Matt had apologized so much the word "Sorry" didn't even sound like a word anymore. He had gotten him a cloth for his nose and sat looking guilty and horrified. Gil had laughed at his own stupidity. "guess I should get a goalie mask!"

The nights that week went a lot like the first night. Matt would have a nightmare, Gil would climb into bed, no more nightmares.

Well.. Gils bed was bigger... So if Matt was going to be screaming in the middle of the night... He'd prefer to have him there. The pillow barrier in the smaller bed was uncomfortable. Matt had shoved one in between them the last few night and Gil felt like he was falling off the damn bed, they still managed to wake up tangled together.

"Gil! where's my bedding!" Matt called from his room

"In here!"

Matt appeared at the door his eye brow raised "Okay.. But why is it in here. "

"Because my bed is bigger and I'm less likely to fall off" he stated matter-of-factly.

Gil was in his PJ pants as he climbed into bed. "Just come get in your side and go to sleep." he muttered closing his eyes.

Matt blushed. This still felt weird... But... A few weeks down the line he had to admit, the nightmares never came back when Gil was with him. He wouldn't see Als face. When he was in Gils bed next to him he had.. Pleasant dreams. He blushed remembering last nights.

In his dream, They were in a bright sunny field, Gil had wrapped his arms around Matt. he placed a kiss on Matts forehead and Warm red eyes looked into his own violet ones "you've never been invisible to me Matt.".

They hadn't seen Al at all since the night Gils fist had connected with Als face. Gils little brother had an over protective streak so, even though he denied it was his doing at all, Matt had noticed more squad cars driving around. You would think that would relax Gil, but he would still call on his work breaks to check on Matt. He felt bad for making Gil so worried.

Matts hand traced his throat. the bruises had all turned green and were starting to fade away into nothing. his lip had healed over completely, but there might be a scar there. he sighed.

Matt rolled over in the bed and glanced at Gil. He was fast asleep, the blanket half off and his chest exposed. Matt eyed the useless pillow barrier between them irritated. It hadn't been working very well... In his sleep Matt always managed to curl up in the tall albinos arms. Every morning they split apart quickly and didn't talk for the next ten minuets.

Matt watched Gil breathing. The moon light poured through the window. It made Gils white hair and skin glow. He sighed in his sleep and Matt smiled a small smile. He didn't know when this had started, but lately he enjoyed Watching Gil sleep. He looked so peaceful. Quiet. Not worried and stressed. Matt was about to close his eyes and go to sleep when he heard Gil groan as his eye brows furrowed. Matts eyes momentarily held concern, Then a quiet but clear word escaped his lips. At first Matt thought he was awake, but checking no, he was asleep...

"Matt"

The man smiled in his sleep and Matts heart skipped a beat. A blush burned across Matts face. Before he could think about it too much, hesitating only slightly, Matt reached for the pillows that separated them. He carefully moved them behind him and shuffled over to Gil. Matts head went to Gils chest using it as a pillow. He tucked his hands in front of him pressed to Gil side. Matt jumped just slightly when Gils sleepy arms wrapped around him. His eyes shot up to make sure he was still sleeping. He was. Matt relaxed and closed his eyes letting Gils heartbeat lull him to sleep.