The final chapter of possibly my favourite story to date that I have written. I'm so proud of it. Thank you so much to all those people that have reviewed over the chapters. Without you I would not have finished it. Thanks as always to Maz who has thoroughly beaten; I mean beta-ed this fic, thank you so much! I own you!

Chapter Five

Time was kicking on, but this time Neela didn't find herself asleep on the sofa; successfully she had stayed awake for the duration of the television shows they had watched. But they had also started to watch another of Ray's god forsaken films.

She would never understand the thing he had with these films, they were scary, pointless and badly made. Okay, they were old, but the writing and the acting was just bad, and age was nothing to do with that. Ray told her she just didn't appreciate the art, but from where she had be sitting, with her head buried behind Ray's shoulder and, at some points, in his chest, there was no art to be appreciative of.

"I'm beat, I think I'm gunna go to bed," Ray said as soon as the credits started to roll. As much as he had liked and wanted Neela to be using him as a safety measure during the 'scary' bits, it played havoc with his mind, and he didn't want that a moment longer, sleeping it off was the best option.

"Sounds like a plan." Neela sat up reaching to the floor, she had forgotten that after eating she hadn't tested to see how well she could walk, she couldn't, but couldn't be bothered to go back and get her crutches so ended up hopping over to the sofa instead.

"Wanna hand?" Ray said offering out his for her assistance.

"Uh, yeah, thanks," Neela accepted, and pulling herself onto her right foot, her good foot. His hand made it around her waist as she hopped across to the doorway of her room. Unbeknownst to the owner of said hand, the friendly movement only served one purpose, speeding up the heart rate of the assisted which, in all truthfulness, was no help at all.

After kicking the door open more so they could both fit through easily, Ray lowered Neela down onto her bed, like she couldn't do it herself. He flicked the switched of her bed side light and drew the curtains shut.

Okay, now that's just plain weird. She knew that Ray did know her quite well, very well in fact, well, probably better than anyone. But that didn't constitute the fact that she always did that before turning in. Every night like a ritual, she would enter her room in the dark, turn on her light and draw her curtains without really knowing it but now, thinking about it, she did it all the time and how in hell would he know that?

"Uh, thanks," Neela said picking up her book, well, a medical journal from the side table and settling down into her pillows.

"Any time, Roomie," he exited for a few seconds, re-entering with a box of bandages and plasters to redo her dressing before he left her for the night. He perched himself on the end of her bed, lifting her foot and resting it onto his lap. With a slight wince, Neela freely participated, settling back again once he had stopped manoeuvring her.

Gently he pulled off her thin ankle sock, trying his hardest not to hurt her more than necessary. Tugging lightly at the microspore tape that held her worn bandage in place, he unwound it with a professional demeanour.

"Okay, you want the heavy duty bandage or the light weight?"

Looking up from the medical journal she had started to read she considered her options, finally deciding on the safer option. "Heavy duty, better to have the support if I'm doing everything for myself tomorrow," she laughed and smiled shortly at him before turning her attention back to the journal, it was better than nothing.

x-x

Having made quick work of re-bandaging her foot, Ray secured it with another few pieces of microspore tape.

"There you go, good as new," he said as he looked over to Neela who put the medical journal on her lap. She smiled up at him, thankful, and wriggled her toes. "Can't be that bad if you can do that and not wince."

"Yeah well, I'm not putting weight on it am I?" They both laughed; unconsciously Ray had taken a hold of her foot, and gently started to run his fingers over her toes, rubbing the sole of her foot with his thumb. Neela relaxed back into her many pillows at the movement. A satisfied smile played across her lips as she closed her eyes.

Ray took in a deep breath. At least somebody was getting joy out of this. Right now the amount of pain he was in was excruciating.

After a few more minutes he had had enough. There was only so much a man could take. He lived with a woman, who he was pretty sure he was in love with, who didn't seem to care. At times when both of them could make it openly known, neither of them acted, Ray's fault as well as Neela's, but then he couldn't be sure how she felt.

At the same time, Neela was fighting another battle, his warm hands on her feet, about as close to him as she had ever been. Well, not really, but it seemed to her an intimate gesture. So when he tried to stand up, she was surprised to say the least.

"I'm gunna go," he said, feebly pointing towards the door of her bedroom.

"Ray," she started, she really didn't know where it was going to go, but she had started so she had to finish. He was looking at her, a look of what seemed was hope was in his eyes, and of pleading. "Thank you."

From keeping eye contact, to looking at the floor, a half heartened smile flittered across his face. "Anything for my Roomie." He turned on his heel, picking at his finger nails, chipping the black off of them.

Just as he reached the door she called his name again, he span around fast that Neela could have sworn she saw lines, like when the camera moves too fast on a movie. Within a second he was at her bedside, sitting balanced on the side; hand on her cheek pulling her towards him.

Once he had made his move towards her though, she hadn't needed much pulling. Instantaneously as he had turned she sat up on her bed moving over slightly to give him more room, giving herself just enough time to prepare for the onslaught coming her way.

From her cheek, his hand moved to have a soft hold of her neck, his fingertips just brushing the loose strands of hair. Both of them had closed their eyes for abrief moment before their lips first met. It was rude to stare. If looks could kill, and kisses could rule the world, they would have already taken over several times, and both of them would be beaming with life.

After a fair few seconds, they found themselves with their foreheads resting against each other's, eyes still closed and smiles showcasing exactly what it was they were feeling at that exact moment.

That feeling? True Love.

"I said I'd do anything," Ray joked as he gently pressed his lips to her nose, then again to her lips in a less desperate charade.

"Mmm," she said breaking he kiss with another smile, "you do 'doting roommate' very well."

"Why thank you," he said rewarding her with another quick kiss. "And I'll tell you another thing," he opened his eyes it find hers looking at him with a knitted brow, "I finally caught you."

Quite possibly shorter than usual chapters, but I love it all the same. Thanks again and reviews make me happy!