Author note: Epilogue! This is a tiny little smish of a chapter, just to wrap it all up. Writing this has been fun, and what support I have had has been lovely - thank you to everyone who has followed this (rather long winded) story to the end.
Warning: Sex, pseudo-science, Henry being emotional.
Pair: William Zimmerman and Henry Foss.
Disclaimer: Sanctuary, it's characters, and consisting universe is not, nor has ever been, my property. All rights and ownership to Damien Kindler and his production team.
The world was swaying, bumping, but warm and soft. Grey-green eyes flickered open, and Henry slowly took stock of the world around him.
He was wrapped in a large coat that smelt of Bigfoot, and he could just see the mane of hair that meant the owner of the coat was driving. Richard and Emily were huddled on the seat opposite him, both looking calmer.
Will's arms were around him, and Will's pulse sounded steady and comforting in his ear. He didn't need to look or catch the scent to know it was his mate holding him. He didn't even need Will's voice muttering soft explanations to the McCords a few inches above his head.
"Ah! You're awake." Emily smiled sweetly.
"Feel like I got hit by a truck." Henry grumbled, and tried to sit up. Will's arm's held him steady, and the psychologist growled warningly, making him move slowly. "Not a pup, Will."
"What kind of mate would I be if I didn't take care of you?" Will nuzzled his hair tenderly.
Emily squeezed her husband's hand lovingly.
"Thank you, Henry. You saved my life, and you took a big risk in fighting for us."
"We owe you, man." Richard agreed. "Anything. You want it, you name it. We can never repay what you've done for us."
"I'm glad I could help." Henry nodded, then yelped as Will's hand slid too low on his hip. "You are a crappy mate, dude. Quit with the ass-grab!"
"A year ago, you pushed me down in one of the offices and fucked me senseless while our co-workers watched on the CCTV. If you can do that, I can grab your ass in front of our friends." Henry changed the subject, too exhausted to argue, even teasingly.
"How was Marrakech?"
"Hot, busy. I'm glad to be home."
"And Tesla?"
"He's probably helping himself to Magnus' best liquor with Two-Face. I nearly killed him myself on the way home." Henry snorted, then smiled as Will pulled him against his shoulder and kissed him again. "Don't scare me like that, dude. I was so scared I wouldn't get to see you again."
"Sorry." He pulled Will down for a real kiss, all tongues and teeth and tiny whimpers they weren't sure who made. Emily and Richard just tried to pretend they weren't there, but Bigfoot couldn't help but smile. "I didn't want to die without giving you a proper goodbye kiss."
"Like the time we broke Magnus' desk before a mission?" Richard snorted, but they ignored him.
"Exactly like that, yes." Henry ran a hand through Will's scruffy blond hair. "I never did tell you I love you, did I?" Will pressed their foreheads together, enforcing eye contact.
"You never needed to."
Or One That Is Coming To Birth
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