Title: I Love You
Author: St. Danger
Posted On: July 7th, 2009
Summary: "How dense are you?" Training, declarations of love, attempted suicides, hospital stays, aftermath of a drunken alley fight, jealousy at a pub, awkward discoveries, and a day in the life. Ah, it must be K-Unit slash! Oneshot.
Genres: Romance/Angst/Humour.
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider or any of the K-Unit.
Warnings/Rated For: Language, angst, slash, the usual.
Notes: I'm American, so apologies for any non-British termage. If you read my "He'll Be Fine" fic you can totally see the sparks between these two there, XD I'm pretty sure this is the first fic that mainly features the pairing of them, so yay! I chose these two because so little is canon with them. Originally was a oneshot, but I seperated it into the seperate scenes and added some extra stuff, along with editing it a bit. So, enjoy!

Seven ½ Weeks Prior

"Seth, you home?!" Neal called out, shedding his jacket and closing the door.

"Seth?" he frowned slightly. He should have been home by now. A little concerned, he walked to the bedroom, thinking he might have gone to bed for a nap.

The door was shut, and he hesitantly opened it, his instincts telling him something just wasn't quite right. The sight that greeted him when he opened the door made him freeze in horror.

Seth, his dearest Seth, was on his knees, a gun his hand and tears streaming from closed eyes.

"S-Seth." he croaked out, fear and worry turning his entire body to ice.

"I want to die, Neal. That's not me. It's not me." the fallen angel choke out, his entire body racking with silent sobs. Neal tentatively stepped over to him, hazel eyes watching the gun warily. He knelt down beside him, palms up.

"Put the gun down. Please, Seth."

The Scottish SAS operative clenched the gun tighter, "I can't go on. It's not worth it, I just feel like I'm not worth it anymore."

"You love me, I love you, isn't that worth more than anything?!" Neal begged, cradling hiss face as tears poured from their eyes.

"Yes." he choked out, "But I want to do it anyways!"

Neal took his wrist. "Then shoot me first." he ordered, pressing the gun to his heart. "Because I can't live without you, and I won't watch you die first. I can't do it, I can't."

Seth shook his head, crying harder. "No, god no!"

"It's both or neither!" Neal snapped, his firm voice betraying the fact his entire body was shaking violently. Seth released his grip on the gun, and Neal took the chance to toss it across the room.

Seth allowed himself to be pulled into Neal's lap, the older of the two wrapping his arms tightly around him. The two of them clung to each other, crying and trembling.

"It's not me. This isn't me." he sobbed, burying his face in Neal's chest.

"I know, I know. It's that fucking medicine." Neal choked back his own sobs, instead just pressing a kiss to Seth's forehead, trying to convince him that they could make it through this together.

After about half an hour, Seth had managed to cry himself to sleep in Neal's arms. Neal picked up his sleeping comrade, depositing him gently on the bed. He didn't want to let the fair-haired man go, not ever again. But he had to, just for a little while.

He stood up, wiping away his tears. He took the Chantrix and flushed it down the toilet. He'd never let anymore of that stuff near Seth, not now, not ever. He hid the guns and ammunition in separate places before returning to the bedroom, where Seth was still sleeping soundly.

He was curled up on his side, his muscles tense. Only when Neal climbed in next to him and slid his arms around him did he relax.

Neal sniffled, tears falling again silently as he thought of how close he had come to losing the one he loved.

"I can't lose you," he whispered, "I can't do it. I need you." he nuzzled his face into the crook of Seth's neck, allowing exhaustion to take over and send him off to sleep.