Last part. Enjoy.

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41. Completion :: It was such a small thing, really, and if anyone asked Leonard would deny it, but a small shot of something went through him when Pavel smiled at him as he slid the last piece into place with a 'click', finishing the puzzle in all of its Disney Princess glory.

42. Clouds :: "That one looks like a flower," Pavel says, pointing upward with one hand as the fingers of his other hand are laced snuggly with the other man's, who looks upwards, following his Russian's finger towards the bright purple sky where intricately shaped puffs are floating above their head, and he chuckles softly as he too points up and replies, "That one looks like a cloud."

43. Sky :: The foliage blooms around them with small, quiet brushes against their ankles, nudging gently into their bare skin as their toes sink into the soft ground, leaving a footprint trail that is reflected from the mirrors on all sides, appearing everywhere, even in the sky.

44. Heaven :: "Do you believe in angels, Leonard?" The voice near his ear startled him out of a pleasant, dream-like state, and he turned around to tell Pavel as much, before he looked up, and a stray ray of light caught the line of the Russian's throat, and as he followed the line up Pavel's neck, the line of his ear, and finally stopped at his mussed curly hair, over which another stray ray of light (what was with all of this light, anyway? Most of the time it was hard to even see his hand in front of his face) had framed his head in almost the exact shape of a halo, Leonard almost said, "Yes."

45. Hell :: Leonard's face had turned almost purple with emotion, and Pavel just stood there, eyebrow cocked in confusion, heels hanging from one had loosely as the water lapped at his calves, waves not even close to touching the hem of the dress that sat high on his pale, creamy thighs, and Leonard could barely resist the urge to jump out of his skin when a warm hand touched his arm lightly and a voice murmured, "Doctor? Are you alright? You are looking quite pale…"; he was going to KILL Jim.

46. Sun :: "Goddamn, this planet is bright," the doctor mutters, shielding his eyes as Pavel smiles behind his hand, grey orbs hidden beneath the too-big sunglasses sitting on his face.

47. Moon :: "When you were young…" and Pavel started, because Leonard didn't usually start conversations in such a hesitant manner, brash and opinionated and loud mouthed as he was, so the Russian looked over at him and squeezed the doctor's hand as a signal for him to go on, and so Leonard continued in an absentminded sort of way, "Did your parents ever tell you the moon was made out of cheese?"

48. Waves :: His hand was grasped in the tight hold of the doctor's, who was looking at him in an amused, exasperated, affectionate sort of way that had Pavel lifting an eyebrow at him in confusion until Leonard eventually sighed, shook his head, and explained, "You wave like a pageant girl."

49. Hair :: He saw the hand reaching for the top of his head a split second before he felt the warm weight, and the irritated growl that jumped from his throat elicited a slightly startled laugh from the man above him that made him smile, even if Leonard wouldn't stop ruffling his curls.

50. Supernova :: The bright white is slowly receding from his vision, a supernova of lights and sounds and feeling that had exploded behind his eyelids, and he breathes heavily through his nose as soft, nimble fingers traced idle patterns into his back with a gentle sort of affection that no one had ever shown him, not even Jocelyn.

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Woo. It's done finally. But it was fun, so, you know. Go me.

("Windpower" by Thomas Dolby was responsible for this chapter title.)