A/N: Watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Johnny Depp is a genius, and I can't watch this movie without craving sugar.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM or any of it's characters.

Will lay motionless on the table, his eyes fixed on the machinery above him. He knew JJ was standing on the other side of the protective glass, her red rimmed eyes brimming with tears.

He hated seeing her cry. Every time a tear slid down her beautiful face, his heart cracked in two. Even if they were happy tears.

In the past three weeks, she'd cried so much, Will was surprised she had any moisture left in her. Even so, he didn't blame her. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to curse God for handing him this unlucky deal in life. But the three times he'd shed tears, JJ had burst into tears as well.

It was a never ending cycle of grief.

As the first beam of radiation was sent pulsing into his abdomen, Will felt his chest tighten.

This was it. This was reality.

With each beam of rays that passed into his body, Will knew that this only cemented his fate. Up until this moment, he'd been pretending that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. But now, he was going to have to accept the fact.

Healthy people didn't need gamma radiation. Only people who, inside themselves, were fighting a losing battle, needed gamma radiation.

In that moment, the full reality of his situation hit him. He'd known all along. This just made it sink in fully.

He was going to die.

JJ held a cold towel to the back of Will's neck as he violently expelled the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. Dr Ramsell had informed them that the side effects probably wouldn't set in until after the fourth treatment, but Will had only had two rounds of radiation.

He heaved again, his body lurching forward as his stomach rebelled against him with brute force. JJ grimaced; she didn't normally have a strong stomach. The only exceptions were the things she saw every day, and when Henry had spit up as a baby.

Collapsing back against the bathroom wall, Will accepted the glass of water JJ was holding out to him, taking a long sip as he attempted to get the acrid taste of vomit out of his mouth. Setting the glass down, he tipped his head back against the wall tiles, appreciating the cool feeling on his skin. He felt JJ slide her hand into his and give it a comforting squeeze.

"Come on. You'll feel better if you lie down," she said softly. Will looked at her tiredly. The radiation in his body consumed all of his energy before he even had the chance to feel awake. Dr Ramsell had said it would get better, he would eventually have more energy, but as the cancer worsened, he would definitely feel much worse.

Allowing her to pull his exhausted body off the floor, Will shuffled back into the bedroom, where he collapsed onto the mattress. He felt completely wiped out. Maybe some sleep would help...

When Will opened his eyes, the sun was setting. His stomach wasn't churning as much and his mind was a lot clearer. Wondering how long he'd been asleep for, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at the clock, his eyes managing to focus on the three digital numbers.

5:08

Flinging the covers back and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Will realised JJ had been right. He did feel a little better after some sleep. Even so, he sat on the edge of the mattress for a moment, his head hung as he gathered his thoughts.

Will pulled himself to his feet, moving to the doorway of their bedroom. Henry's voice was floating down the hallway as he chatted to JJ, who was laughing and agreeing with whatever Henry was saying.

Running a hand through his hair, he shuffled down the hallway and into the kitchen. Henry was sitting at the table with some paper and crayons, while JJ made dinner.

"Daddy!" Henry said excitedly, jumping off of his chair and accidentally flinging his crayon across the kitchen. JJ caught it before it could land in the pasta, turning around and smiling as Henry hugged Will tightly.

"Hey buddy. What are you drawin'?" Will asked, lifting Henry up to his hip.

"I dunno," Henry shrugged, making JJ and Will laugh as JJ walked over to join her boys.

"You don' know? How are you supposed to draw if you don' know what you're drawin'?" Will teased. Henry giggled, squirming down to the ground. Will let him go, his gaze lingering on his little boy as he watched him run back to the table.

"How do you feel?" JJ asked softly, taking his hands in hers.

"A bit better," Will replied truthfully.

"Do you think you'll be able to keep dinner down?"

Will grinned. "I think so, cher," he said softly, kissing her cheek. JJ smiled, but her eyes were filled with concern, and even a hint of sadness, which went unnoticed by Will.

JJ lay against Will's chest, her flat hand resting over his heart. They were both sated, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the passion they'd just shared.

"I can't believe I managed to stay awake cher. You sure are tirin'," Will teased, his voice just above a whisper. JJ lifted her head, kissing the edge of his jaw softly.

"Sorry," she whispered, her blue eyes bright in the moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains.

"'S' alright. It was fun anyway. I love you," Will replied, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

"I love you too," JJ replied, smiling as he leaned up towards her. Kissing her lips softly, Will closed his eyes as he savoured the moment. This was how he wanted his life to end. Not in a hospital bed attached to various machines and IV drips. In his own bed, in JJ and Henry's arms. He wanted sweet kisses, Henry's baby soft skin, and the scent of JJ's strawberry shampoo as his final memories.