Summation: Terezi and Karkat went on a date, she realized she loved him and not the dead Dave, she got her sight back. We're over the hump of halfway, well so, I believe, so thanks to everyone who read, and special thanks to reviewers/favoriters!

"So, Tav, you like my new ride?" Gamzee said, smiling at the 90's Honda. Most people would have considered it a piece of junk, but Gamzee were happy to have anything, not the type to take things for granted.

"It drives, right?"

"Like a charm. Smoother ride than the Mustang." He replied to the younger boy, grinning his face off.

"Looks great. Are we ready to go?" They were standing in autumn chill, heading out to school. Gamzee nodded, lifting his boyfriend into the passenger seat, and stealing a quick kiss as he did so. They had established, solely on the will of the smaller party, that there would be no PDA, but Gamzee liked to chip at the rules every now and again, saying that the car wasn't public, so they could do whatever they wanted in it. He always got a mildly agitated pout from Tavros, but by the time he put the chair in the trunk and walked around, it was gone, and he was back to his adorable, happy self.

"This is gonna be so sweet. We can go wherever we want, bro. I can all up and take you on legit dates and everything." Gamzee said, starting the foreign car, and, as he had promised, the ride was like gliding on air.

"Is that the only reason you wanted a car, Gamzee?" Tavros asked, his cheeks flushing a bit.

"Well, I never left the house until I started hanging out with you, and I don't know anyone else and going out alone is just all up and depressing for a motherfucker, so pretty much, yeah. No point in a car if you don't go anywhere." Gamzee replied, taking his eyes from the road a moment and giving Tavros a small smile, though immediately returning them. He had heard enough about deadly car crashes, and he didn't want Tav to think that it was unsafe to drive with him.

"Oh. I guess that makes two of us, then." Tavros looked around as if someone might see, before placing his hand in Gamzee's larger, warm one. The driver responded with a tight, short squeeze, and a smile. He still wore his make-up when they were out, but he had stopped wearing it when it was just the two of them, seeing as how Tav already saw the scars. He had yet to tell the other about how he had gotten them, and Tav had yet to actually ask. It was a mutual unspoken agreement, and really it would have just been depressing anyway.

"By the way, did Kankri help you with those literature things? I tried, but you said you still didn't get it." Gamzee asked, pulling into the school parking lot, which was mostly open, seeing as how every home was within walking distance of here.

"Yeah. He talked like Shakespeare the entire time, so that I would learn to read it, though, so it took a while." Tavros said, and Gamzee laughed a little.

"He is up and a little much sometimes, but he's an alright motherfucker at heart. He just wants to help anyone he can." The clown said, and Tav nodded. Gamzee got out of the car, and came around with the chair, lifting Tavros into it, and not missing the opportunity to grab his ass as he did so, earning him a cute blush, and a glare. They balanced out to a positive in Gamzee's mind, and he simply started pushing him into class. They got the same stares as they usually did, but the surprising part was when Equius walked up to them, a purpose in his stride, and his cheeks flushed a bit. Gamzee immediately stepped in front of the cripple, in a protective stance.

"I am not here to cause you any harm." The other said, looking down, and sweating a little bit.

"Then what do you want?" Gamzee snapped.

"I…wish to apologize, both for myself as well as my sister. She gets a bit extreme in her methods, and I now understand that there was no reason to be so harsh to either of you. I understand that we will likely never be friends, but I hope that we can cease being enemies." He said, gulping and holding out a clammy palm. Gamzee looked at it for a moment, and took it, hoping Tavros still had that bottle of hand sanitizer.

"I'm cool with you, motherfucker, but I don't know about Tav. You cool with him, Tav?" Gamzee said, looking at the embarrassed cripple. Everyone was watching the display, and he simply nodded a little, curling up in the tightest ball he could while remaining in a sitting position.

"Thank you. I will also attempt to have the others apologize for their maltreatment as well, though my sister will likely remain angry." He said, before rushing off as the bell rang. At the sound, Gamzee grabbed the chair, and started running, knowing that Tavros hated moving so fast, but seeing no other option. Ironically, they were called to the office right as they ran in. Gamzee made a pouting noise, and slowly walked back out, dragging the chair behind him.

"G-Gamzee, turn me around!" Tavros said, not liking having no view of where he was going. It wasn't that he didn't trust Gamzee, it was simply built into him that he should know where he was going.

"Sorry, bro." the other mumbled, moving to the proper pushing position.

When they arrived in the office, the principal was talking with a man in a white lab coat, and Tavros felt Gamzee's grip on the chair tighten at the sight. He had never had good experiences with doctors.

"Relax, son. I'm here to offer your friend quite the opportunity." The doctor said, his voice deep, and slightly raspy, the voice of a southern man who had smoked for years, but still remained strong. He was middle aged, mid-forties maybe, and he had smile lines deep into his tan skin, around shocking blue eyes.

"What do you mean?" Tavros asked, always having had trusted doctors. He'd be dead without them, after all.

"Let me ask you this: How would you like to walk again?"

"C-can you do that?" Tavros asked, eyes going wide in anticipation. With a satisfied smile, the doctor nodded.

"I am here to see if you would be interested in being a test subject in the newest in prosthetics. I can make you fully functional, fully feeling limbs." He said, and tears of joy worked their way into both sets of young eyes.

"So…Tav will feel everything, then?" Gamzee asked, hugging the boy from behind, hoping that didn't count as PDA, but figuring it was appropriate either way.

"Yes. Of course, there will have to be an operation to remove his current legs, but that would be losing nothing but dead weight anyway."

"That would be great. C-can I call my sister and tell her?"

"We've already called and asked her to come up here. She is taking the day off work to bring you to my office. We called Mr. Makara up to see if he would like to go with you." Gamzee of course jumped at the chance. Tav walking again was like a bucket of miracles, poured into a miraculous pool of gloriousness. Gamzee couldn't think of any better news that could have been waiting for him. Huge smiles were on both of their faces, and if anything, Gamzee's was bigger.

A month later, Gamzee was in the waiting room of the hospital, still made uneasy by the medical surroundings, and hoping to God no one noticed him, but still needing to be there for Tavros. He had washed off his make-up, or rather, not put it on. He felt exposed, naked without the familiar white cream, but Tavros had asked him to make sure that his real face was the first thing he saw when he woke up from the surgery.

He had a math book out, doing the problems that were assigned to them over the weekend, but he couldn't really focus on matrix multiplication when the love of his life would soon be able to walk with him. He wondered how tall Tavros would be when he could stand, or how strong the legs were. He thought of the two of them wrestling around, and it ending in a long kiss. He even imagined the two of them finding a field of flowers and frolicking in them. A smile stayed on his lips his eyes closed in thought. After six hours, he had two problems done, and had imagined nearly everything that could be done with the shy boy's new legs. As he was starting to repeat the imaginings, the doctor came in and told him that Tavros would soon be waking up. Terezi was already there, having been one of the nurses working with the surgeon, and Gamzee packed up his things, running to the room like a horde of zombies were chasing him.

When Tavros opened brown eyes, he saw what he had asked for, a smiling, make-up free Gamzee, who proceeded to place a small kiss to his forehead before he could even open his mouth to ask how it had gone. By the fact that no one was freaking the fuck out, he assumed that it had at least not gone badly.

"So…do I have legs again?" Tavros asked, sitting up, and his eyes going wide when he felt the sensation of cloth against his toes when his legs moved with the rest of his body. Tears filled his eyes, and he swung the legs across the bed to hang over it, swaying a bit from the lack of blood in his body due to the surgery.

"How's it feel, Tav?" Gamzee said, taking the right leg and moving a finger in tiny hearts along the synthetic skin coated metal.

"Wonderful, Gam-Gam." He was still under the hold of the anesthetic, and he was saying weird things like the pet name he had always wanted to use, but never had the courage.

"Not as wonderful as the one feeling it." Gamzee said, "Nothing could be that motherfucking wonderful." Tavros blushed, and tried to stand, shaky but exited, like the straw man in Wizard of Oz.

"I didn't realize that I was so tall." Tavros said, nearly reaching his lanky boyfriend in height.

"Hmm…Now I can't kiss the top of your head," Gamzee pouted, standing on his toes to try and reach but just missing. "I guess everything has its trade offs."

"Gamzee, don't be silly." Tavros lightly smacked his shoulder. Meanwhile, Terezi had ushered the doctor out, and was watching the happiness on her little brother's face with a mirrored expression. She had always blamed herself for his injury. If she had gone, then she could have saved him, or that if Dave hadn't been coming to see her, then there would have been no wreck at all. But now, she had released that guilt, and seeing him standing swatted out the nest for its return. It was all okay now, and she would have killed to keep that smile on his face.

"How's the kid?" Karkat asked, still in his scrubs as well, but spending his lunch breaks here with his son and his girlfriend.

"Happy enough to let yours play with his new legs like kinky sex-toys, which is pretty happy." She answered quietly, watching Gamzee kiss every inch of the legs, from the tip of the artificial toes, to the thighs where they met his real skin. But in spite of her discretion, speaking had made Tavros remember that there were other people in the room, and he pushed Gamzee off his as gently as he could, earning a pout from his lover.

"No, go ahead. I'm sure I could film this and put it on some cripple porn sight, since that's the only place that display would have been appropriate. Try to control yourselves. I know you're teenagers but Jesus." Karkat said, making everything overdramatic as usual. Tavros, however, must not have realized this, in that he blushed darker than the others thought physically possible, using what blood was left in his body to blush, and using his new legs to turn around and curl into the fetal position, wanting the floor to open up and eat him.

"Aww, come on Tav. Don't be all up and ignoring me. I just had to get to know the new parts of you is all." Gamzee said, pouting, his violet eyes growing big and hid lower lip jutting ever so slightly.

"What happened to no PDA, Gamzee?" he pouted as well, his brain losing the happy effect of the drugs, and understanding that was embarrassed as fuck. Not that Terezi and Karkat were any better, seeing as how the latter's hand was currently massaging the former's left buttock.

A/N- Tav has legs, and it's all cool. Only two or three more chapters to go!