A/N: Ok, if it seems like Will has come to terms with his fate too quickly, it's not supposed to. I really struggled with this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

Will closed the gate behind him as he walked up to the front door. He could see Kate, Henry, and Alicia playing in Kate's lounge room through the front window. The image brought a smile to his tired face. Even so, it pained him to know that he wasn't going to see Henry grow up, see him go to prom, graduate, get married...

Shaking the thoughts away, he climbed the step up to the front door, and stepped into the house. The first thing he noticed was that it was dead silent. Normally, JJ would have the TV on, the radio playing, and be on her laptop at the same time; Will had never been able to understand that.

Moving through the lounge room, it didn't take him long to find the kitchen in disarray.

"What the hell?" he muttered, looking around at the mess before him. Smashed dishes, the overturned chair, and paper everywhere.

"JJ?" he called out, moving around the table. Looking up, he saw that the bedroom door was half open. Through the gap, he could see that the bedroom was in a worse state than the kitchen.

Making a beeline for the door, he pushed it open. At first glance, he couldn't see JJ, only the smashed glass of the photo frames, the blood on the carpet, and JJ's phone lying below the window. Turning his attention towards the bed, he noticed the top of JJ's ponytail where she was slumped against the mattress.

"JayJay...," he said softly, stepping through the destruction to where she was sitting. Sliding down beside her, he noticed the blood smeared across her right hand.

"Oh God...I'm sorry," JJ choked out, her red, swollen eyes filled with more tears. Will shook his head.

"Don't be sorry. It's ok," he said gently.

"No...you're the one that's sick...I'm supposed to be the one comforting you," JJ corrected, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table. Grabbing a couple, she wiped her eyes and nose, before tossing them into the wastepaper basket beside the bed.

"What happened to your hand?" Will asked softly, noting the deep cut on the palm of her right hand.

"Oh...I cut it...on the glass," JJ explained tearfully.

"Well...let's get you cleaned up, ok? Then we really need to talk about this," Will offered seriously. JJ nodded. Standing up, Will reached down and lifted JJ into his arms, realising that it took more effort than he remembered.

"What are you doing?" JJ asked softly as he walked towards the door.

"There's broken stuff everywhere, and you have no shoes on," Will pointed out. He carried her to the kitchen table, where he let her sit down while he grabbed the first aid kit from above the fridge.

JJ sat in silence as Will's gentle hands cleaned and dressed her injury. She watched, wincing slightly, as he cleaned the cut with an alcohol wipe, and then covered it with a large plaster, before wrapping a bandage around her palm. When he was done, he lifted her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, barely touching it. Taking it softly between his hands, so as not to hurt her, Will leant forward, looking right into his wife's piercing blue eyes.

"JayJay...you wanna tell me what happened?" he persuaded softly. JJ took a deep breath, glancing around the room before she began to speak.

"I just...since last night...everything just built up, and got to the point where I felt like I was going to explode...it all came out at once, and the next thing I knew...I was sitting on the floor with blood all over my hands," she said softly, avoiding his eyes. Reaching out, Will tipped her chin up.

"I can tell you're feelin' guilty about it. Don't. It's alright to break down," he said reassuringly. JJ let out a choked sob, tears spilling over her lower lashes as she looked down at the table top again.

"But that's why I feel so guilty, because by doing this, I made it all about me, and it's not, it's about you-"

Will cut off her tearful rambling by standing up and pulling her into a hug. Holding her close as her body shook with grieving sobs, he fought off the thought that he wasn't going to feel JJ in his arms for much longer.

"JayJay...this is incredibly hard for both of us. We're gonna lose each other...as hard as that is to say, it's the truth. I can't deny it any longer," Will said softly, running his fingers through her long blonde hair. JJ pulled away, tears streaking her pretty face.

"I don't want it to be true...," she trailed off. Will pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, detecting the salt of her tears.

"We'll get through this," he whispered against her lips. JJ pulled away a little, looking into his eyes.

"We need to explain this to Henry"

Henry sat in Will's lap, his long blonde hair flopping over his eyes as he played with one of his many toys. JJ was sitting right next to them, trying to fight back tears for the countless time in the last 24 hours.

Explaining to a four year old that his Daddy was going to die was not something JJ and Will had ever imagined they would end up doing.

But here they were.

"Henry...buddy, Momma and I need to talk to you about somethin' very important, ok?" Will said gently. Henry looked up at his father, his childhood innocence shining through his baby blue eyes as he nodded. JJ leaned forward, tipping her baby's chin up so that he could see her properly.

"Sweetie, you know how Daddy hasn't been feeling very well?" she said softly. Henry nodded, the toy now held loosely in his hands.

"Well...I went to the doctor's last week...and he told me that I'm very sick," Will explained as simply as possible. Henry frowned, tipping his face up so that he could see his daddy.

"You vewy sick? Wif a cough?" he asked innocently. JJ swallowed thickly to fight off the lump forming in her throat.

"Buddy, you remember Gabriella? From your class?" she asked, trying to find another way to explain the situation to their little angel.

"Gab'iella was sick. She had no hair. Like Uncle Morgan," Henry replied immediately. As sombre as the moment was, JJ and Will had to smile.

In that split second, Henry seemed to be connecting the dots. Daddy was sick, and Mommy was talking about Gabriella..."She turned into a angel and went to Heaven...are you gonna go to Heaven, Daddy?"

JJ burst into tears as soon as the words had left Henry's mouth. Getting up, she left the room in search of tissues. Henry watched his mother's retreating back, a bewildered expression on his face. Turning to Will for answers, he looked straight into his father's eyes.

"Why is Mommy sad?"

Will took a deep breath. "Because I'm gonna go to Heaven"

This was enough for Henry to understand. Stretching up, Henry put his arms around Will's neck, latching on tightly, not ever wanting to let go.