Oke... since the reaction to "A Little Lost" was overwhelming and very positive... like... seriously, you guys are awesome... I decided to right this cute little epilogue.

Really no warnings for this except some cussing... and fluffiness~ Maybe some OOCness but... meh.

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"A Little Lost" Epilogue

By:

Kiyoshi Michi

Piers groaned and slowly moved his legs up to rest them on the footstool in front of the loveseat. He ached all over – he even had ghost pains in the arm he no longer had. He leaned over, wincing at the dull ache in his torso, then proceeded to massage his thigh. His brown eyes looked up as the door opened and Chris stepped through…

And Piers' mood just got worse.

They had gone through the same rigorous workout and even sparred. Piers was beyond fatigued and sore and here came Chris, looking for all the world like he was healthier and feeling better than when they started. Piers wanted to throw something at the man's face, but his arm protested the movement and he gave up, leaning back heavily into the cushion.

"That's just… not even fair."

Chris paused to look at Piers, a can of what seemed to be seltzer water (Piers had NO idea how the man could drink that nasty shit) at his lips. He raised a brow in Piers' direction, but otherwise gave no more sign for the man to continue as he chugged the water. Piers grumbled and sunk further into the seat.

Of course the older man couldn't be bothered with this…

He groaned when the loveseat suddenly dipped on the other side and he fell over slightly, hitting something that was most definitely not the desired cushion. Why, oh why, did the world decide to hate Piers today? The whole reason behind this was the fact Piers body had deteriorated during his time in the BSAA labs and Chris was trying to build everything back up. He felt it was necessary for Piers to be in peak physical condition since he was now missing an arm.

"Aww… what's wrong, Piers?"

"The fact that you're a fucking God? I dunno."

Piers closed his eyes and didn't even bother to see what Chris' reaction was to what he said. He was tired and at this point, he was going to give up his strict "showers only" rule to soak in a bath. It sounded so nice right then… and perhaps it would make his muscles feel so much better. Piers groaned again. He understood that Chris wanted to make sure Piers could take care of himself, but to be so gung ho about it on the first day… Piers was going to die.

"Uh… was the workout too rough?"

Piers nearly sighed in relief – the man got it without him having to sound too weak and complain about it. He nodded some to answer the question and groaned again, though it was a happy sound this time.

He could feel Chris' fingers working at his muscles, doing a much better job of massaging them than he did on his own.

"Sorry. Guess I forgot to start from your level, not mine."

Piers nodded weakly as those wonderful fingers continued to turn his aching, burning muscles into painless goo. At this rate, he was going to fall asleep on a loveseat he was too big for and that would only make the pain worse come morning. Apparently, Chris still had enough common sense left to figure this out on his own and stopped the massage to lift Piers from the couch and help him to the bedroom.

Piers wondered why the man had not just carried him, like he was wont to do, but thought maybe it was because Chris was tired now too. He flopped ungracefully onto the bed, face first, and just lied there, in a very uncomfortable position. He heard Chris chuckle somewhere next to him.

"Oh, come on now, you're not going to make me tuck you into bed, are you?"

"Shaddup… is all your fault anyway…"

Chris laughed out right at that and helped Piers get into a better sleeping position. He was starting to feel bad about what he had put Piers through when the younger man did nothing but groan in pain, even on the soft surface of the bed. But it was easy to forget that his right hand man had been inactive in a lab for months and months. Chris blinked a few times as he remembered something about how heat was supposed to help relax muscles.

He had not been planning on going to bed just yet but Chris knew he was like a furnace, especially in comparison to Piers. Hmm…

Piers actually jumped (and regretted the action since it made him hurt) when he felt the bed dip. Wait a second… He peered over his shoulder to see Chris now lying on the bed. He raised a brow. "What are you doing? I know you're a healthnut, but six is early even for you." Piers was proud of himself – he got out a full two sentences without a single groan of pain.

"Well, heat is supposed to help relax muscles, right?" Piers nodded. "And we both know I'm a furnace." Piers nodded again. "So, I am going to be your heating pad."

"… we have heating pads."

Chris sighed and pulled Piers back into his chest, wrapping an arm securely around his waist. "Yeah, well, this is more romantic." Piers laughed some at that. For some reason, Chris seemed to make it his goal in life to be 'romantic' every single day. Which was strange to Piers – he wasn't sure how either of them could really be considered romantic. They were soldiers… who fought bio-terrorism… and often came home covered in guts and slime and gross ass shit on a day-to-day basis.

"All right, whatever."

Piers could feel Chris relax against him – if Piers had really wanted the heating pads instead, Chris would have gotten up and retrieved them, giving up his spot. Piers had started to close his eyes to fall asleep, but Chris had moved his head to press his lips against Piers' in a chaste kiss. Piers smiled and returned the kiss, almost (almost) wishing his body would allow him to turn in Chris' arms to get a better angle. Before Piers could even honestly consider doing so, Chris pulled away and flopped back down.

"Now, go to sleep. No workout tomorrow."

Piers laughed outright for a second, until his torso protested the action, then buried his face in the pillow and fell asleep with the human furnace slowly relaxing his muscles.