AN Well did anyone hate the episode Wrath as much as I did? As much as I have gotten used to the bone breaking thing, torture still is something I do not like to watch (would make me rather psychotic if I did). Thankfully it wasn't as bad as the torture Birkhoff got….seriously I really wished I had skipped those scenes…Enough with the rambling: on with the story!

The dead of Sean his mother and the kidnapping of Nikita left the group struggling to compartmentalize everything. While Michael had gotten much closer to the other Agent, they all felt the loss of Sean his mother in some way. Alex felt the grief the strongest as she was very close to the suffering Navy Seal. The man in question however lashed out at almost anyone coming near him. He was at the anger stage of grieving. They had all hoped that with murdering the killer there would already be some closure and he would be able to move on to acceptance. He had somehow moved into the house, which was something Birkhoff was quite puzzled over, and confiscated one of the many guestrooms.

"I just don't know what to do." Alex mumbled as they got ready for bed.

"Perhaps you should let him stew for a while. If everyone keeps asking if he is fine; I can understand him lashing out." It pained him to see his girlfriend so distressed, but he understood Sean his side of the story.

"You should have seen him Seymour, he looked so small." If the moment was any less serious he might have snorted at the thought of the gigantic man looking small.

"He is allowed to hurt Alex, you can't change that." He pulled her close to him. He would never admit it to anyone, but that was the favorite part for him; just holding her.

"I just don't like feeling so helpless." Birkhoff could understand that; he had after all felt extremely powerless when Alex had gone into the blind mission. He didn't have an answer for her so he just turned off the light.

Ryan listened to the other man in the room next to him tossing and turning. It had been like that for almost a week and he was getting quite sick of it. He understood the other man was in pain, but he did not need to keep the entire house up with it. Enough was enough. He didn't get a response after the first knock and after the second he got a muffled sound that probably meant 'go away'. That wasn't what he wanted to do though. He wanted the other man to get up and back to life again. He was a Navy Seal for gods sake. Not caring whether he pissed the agent off, which he was sure he did, he opened the door and locked it behind him. He was not letting Sean walk away from this confrontation.

"I said go away." Sean growled from beneath the mountain of blankets covering him.

"Not until you have vented all that anger, because it sure isn't healthy being like this." It came out like he was bored, but to be honest Ryan was afraid. He wasn't the strongest between the two of them and Sean had a lot of pent up rage in him. He was an honorable man, but everyone had their limit.

"Oh really, you think I care one fuck about healthy. My mother died because someone wanted Nikita her attention. Don't talk to me about healthy." He was off the bed now. Even dressed in sleepwear the man looked deathly.

"So you are blaming Nikita for this? That isn't exactly fair."

"Why not, if that mad man didn't want her attention she would still be alive."

"Your mother knew what she was getting into when she started working with Division, which got her into this mess in the first place. You got a few more months with her thanks to Nikita." Ryan reasoned trying to make Sean understand that putting the blame on the female agent wasn't going to help.

"Am I supposed to be that much happier about that? Really Ryan, why are you here? What are you fighting for?" He was close now and Ryan could see the veins in his neck strain.

"I am fighting because it is the right thing to do! Don't you dare turn this on me because I'd rather be you than be me at the moment." He yelled at the taller man.

"Oh yeah and why is that?" Sean crossed his arms like a petulant child. Albeit a very big petulant child.

"Because you at least exist! According to the state I am dead. I have no life to go back to because that life got taken away by Division. At least you have a life outside of this place." It was still somewhat of a sore spot for Ryan. He would never be able to go back to his life. He was happy to be alive, but whatever happened he might always have to carry another name: If they survived at least.

"And what an existence it is! I have declared war on Division which means I am in the same boat as you guys are. I will never be free unless you win this battle." He seemed to have calmed down inmensly.

"Then you fight with us. God knows this team could use more people." Ryan answered him. He didn't say anything more after that because he couldn't. A pair of lips covered his own and he knew that they were both emotional volatile; therefore stupid to do this. He just didn't care at that moment. He was pushed on the bed with an 'oomph' and for a moment he wondered why Sean was the one initiating everything. He tugged at the other man his shirt and when it was off threw all his weight against Sean to switch their positions. His shirt soon followed together with the rest of their clothing.

While his mind had been blissfully silent while…well it…was happening now it didn't stop racing. This had been a stupid idea. Had Michael and Nikita heard? How had a confrontation about Sean his behavior end up in shagging?

"Stop thinking." Sean muttered from the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry?"

"I can hear you think from over here, can you please just stop doing it so we both can get some sleep." Ryan turned on the light on his side of the bed on to take a look at the other man in the bed.

"How can you not think at this moment?"

"Whatever happens, we can't change it. We shagged, so what? It's not the end of the world and quite frankly I'm tired." They both were really, but Ryan his mind never really listened to the rest of his body.

"Seriously, how did we get here?" it was more of a rethorical question but Sean apparently felt the need to answer him.

"Well I can tell you a detailed description of how it happened, but I hope you were at least paying some attention to it." The joke was not appreciated.

"You know what I mean."

"Look what do you want from me? A declaration of love? Because you are not getting that. We were both emotional and it just happened. Do the details really matter?" Sean was clearly getting worked up again.

"I suppose not. I'll just go back to my room." Ryan said grabbing his clothing from the floor.

"You do that." Sean murmured, already falling asleep again. 'Well, at least I will get a decent amount of sleep tonight' Ryan thought as he closed the door behind him. Sean was right; the details really didn't matter. It was just a shag after all.

AN: I hope I can update something else soon, but I am rather busy lately with moving. So please don't kill me for this scene or not updating :P Reviews are much appreciated!