A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers, it means so much that you guys are interested! If anyone has any ideas on the "who did it?" portion of Emma's ordeal, please feel free to give me your feedback, as I'm still undecided on that. This chapter is kind of fluffy, but I thought that it was sweet. Maybe necessary, too, but still very fluffy.

Emma's eyes were closed as she stretched out on Will's couch, her body curled up so that her knees and the gentle curve of her waist made an elegant hollow, suitable for a lover – or a child – to nestle into. Opening one eye slightly, she saw Will sitting perpendicularly to her, channel surfing on his flat-screen television.

"Will," Emma asked quietly, "What time is it?" She strained her eyes to see the clock on the wall, but couldn't make out anything.

Checking his watch, Will replied, "It's eleven thirty on Friday evening. Stay up as late as you want, Em." He offered the last part softly, as though telling her that she needed to just enjoy herself.

Stifling a yawn, Emma asked, "Where am I staying?"

"Take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch," Will offered generously, cocking his head in the direction of the bedroom.

Her honey-colored eyes widened at the thought of sleeping alone. Just her and her baby in a foreign place, a place that she hadn't disinfected and cleaned and a place that would undoubtedly smell like Will, but that would be empty. It just didn't seem like it would send her to sleep any sooner than a large cup of coffee would. "W-W-Will….will you sleep with me? Please?" Her voice came out more like a whimper than she had intended, somewhat befitting of her state of mind.

His eyes widening, Will asked slowly…"Do you mean, like, have sex with you or just sleep next to you?"

Blushing, the redhead replied, "S-sleep next to me. I ca…I can't do t-that, n-not now."

Taking her hand, Will pulled her to her feet. He couldn't believe that even after the news she'd received earlier, she had managed to keep herself together as well as she had. He'd been expecting a full-on meltdown, and had only seen her close up slightly. Which was fine, as long as she wasn't broken in two. "Come on, then. Did you bring pajamas?"

Shaking her head, an embarrassed blush flaming in her cheeks, Emma whispered, "I...no."

Grinning, Will replied, "You can wear a tee shirt and a pair of my sweatpants, then."

Emma smiled. "Thanks, Will. Thanks for letting me have your bed, for giving me clothes, and for sleeping in the same bed as me."

"It's nothing, really," Will replied, turning off the television and guiding her to the bedroom. He turned against the wall, leaning his head against the creamy light brown paint, giving his guest a bit of privacy while she changed.

Piping up, Emma said quietly, "Will, you can look now."

Will spun around, smiling as he looked at her. "You're beautiful, you know," he whispered, coming up to her and kissing her hair.

Her eyelids fluttering, Emma replied softly, "And thank you for c-coming with me today…I c-couldn't have done it without you."

Will woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly desperately needing a glass of water. He tried to slide easily out of bed, without waking Emma, but her arm was wrapped around him, and he couldn't move without jerking her awake. Her eyes blinking, she asked quietly, "W-what are you doing?" her words slurring with exhaustion.

"I'm just getting a drink. Do you need anything?" She shook her head, and he stood at the sink, gulping down a glass of water and feeling his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. He crawled wearily back to bed, his eyes adjusted enough to make out a pattern of darkness on her arms and chests.

From having gone back to sleep, the tee shirt that Emma had been wearing had been nudged up, and he could see that the pattern continued, unbroken, to a point, on her stomach. He nudged Emma awake gently, shaking her shoulder until she sleepily whimpered, "W-what is it?"

"What happened to your arm? Your chest? Your stomach?" Will asked gently, turning on the lamp that sat at his bedside. Both squinted as the light permeated the night, but after allowing his eyes time to adjust, he gently fingered what he could definitively say were scars. Scars which seemed to be fairly new. "Emma, what's wrong?"

She stared at him, tears welling in her enormous eyes. "What's gone wrong?" she countered quietly, her voice laden with tears that only she knew about. "I'm pregnant, Will. I was raped. I know it's s-s-stupid, b-but I n-needed -" She broke off suddenly, a sob escaping her chest. Will nursed her gently into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear before she could continue. "S-s-somehow, it was e-easier. I g-g-get what the k-kids are s-saying about it n-now."

"About what?" Will asked her, cradling her face in his hands.

Sobbing, Emma admitted, "C-c-cutting. I've b-been cutting, W-Will. C-c-couldn't d-drink b-because I didn't w-want to be h-hung over at s-school."

Rocking back and forth with her now, Will looked at her, his eyes trying desperately to show the sympathy he felt. "I can't condone that, Em. But I love you, and I will get you through whatever you need, however you need." As though confirming his conviction, he leaned down, kissing every scar and wound he could find on her perfect body, and admiring her body as she squirmed, not sure how to handle the attention being paid to her.

"W-W-Will," she gasped finally, her voice cracking as she added, "D-d-don't!" His lips had reached the swell of her breast, where a deep gouge was begging to be kissed and made better. But for the woman he loved, he held back, instead kissing the top of her copper hair, glowing a faint silvery gold in the moonlight.

"I will make it better, Em," he promised her quietly, trying to ease her state of near sleepless, dreamless grief. He took her hand in his, as though to warm it, feeling her pulse, and fell asleep timing his breathing to her hearbeat.