Author's note: As I had promised, a much larger piece than they usually are! I hope you all like it!

Summary: After a month of disappearance, Griffin finally returns. Now it's up to David to patch him up again, however the help is unwanted. GriffinxDavid

11/100: Relieved

"Finish him," Griffin growled towards him, not looking back and then he was gone, along with the paladin in his grasp. David watched him for a second before he turned his attention back to his blonde attacker on the ground. Except he wasn't. David whipped his head around, just in time to see the blonde hit him on the head.

"David!" It was the last he heard before he blacked out.

When he woke up he was back in their lair. As he Jumped back to the alleyway there wasn't a trace of either men. David tried him on his cell, but no one picked up. Not that he had expected it - Griffin hardly turned the damn thing on.

David had gone to several places where the Brit could be, but he was never there. No one had seen him and no one knew where else he could be.

Four weeks had passed since that day. Four weeks were he had tried everything to find Griffin. Four weeks were he tried his best to get captured by the paladins, but they seemed to have disappeared along with Griffin.

"Why are you still here?"

David's eyes widened and he turned around quickly, not believing his ears. "Griffin!"

"One month I leave you alone and you've already forgotten all the rules!" Griffin took a step towards David and then stopped with a grimace. A gaping wound on his leg prevented him to go any further. Several other cuts and bruised showed where his clothes didn't cover his skin. David feared that what was still hidden from view.

"Fuck the rules. Where the hell have you been!" David said and could only stare as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Here and there," was Griffin's only answer. He let himself fall on the couch in the middle of their lair and put this foot carefully onto the small coffee table. He grunted and closed his eyes.

David turned towards the small bathroom and grabbed the often-used first-aid kit. Without another word he sank down on the ground next to Griffin and started to clean the wound before wrapping it tightly in bandages.

"What happened to you?" David muttered. Griffin only looked at him for a second and then glanced away. A silence fell. "I'm sorry..."

"What for?" Griffin asked, causing David to look up at him.

"I nearly got you killed! You got captured because of me!" Much to David's surprise, Griffin let out a bark of laughter.

"You think that's something to be sorry for? You never kill your targets, I should have known better than that. And when I saw that guy hit you I almost lost it. The man was probably dead before you hit the ground."

"But I don't get it, then why were you gone for so long?" David rose up from his spot on the floor and sat next to Griffin on the couch.

"I brought you back here and fixed you up. Then I got... careless." Griffin looked away at these words. David wanted to say something, but decided against it. If he didn't let Griffin talk right now, he might never hear all of it. It wasn't like the Brit at all to speak of his failures.

"I went back to the place to dispose of the body and all our traces, but they must have bugged one, or all, of the dead paladins. Six of them ambushed me-" David gasped unwillingly, causing Griffin to smirk for a second. "I managed to kill two of them and severely injure another three, but there was one hidden on a rooftop that I hadn't seen. He got lucky with his rod. They took me to some semi-headquarters - they were probably afraid to bring me to the actual one - and I had some friendly conversations with several of their men. They wanted some information pretty badly I guess, otherwise I'd have been six feet under by now."

"How did you get out?" David asked, unable to contain himself any longer.

"A combination of things. Bad guard, sudden electricity loss - I still don't know who did that, though I am grateful for it - and the will to escape the hellhole after getting all the info I needed." After the words Griffin closed his eyes again. David stood up and got some heavy painkillers and a glass of water. Griffin took them without another word.

"Let's get you to bed," David said and held out a hand.

"I can still walk, you know."

David only smiled, but didn't step away. Griffin groaned as he got up and took a small step.

"I can do this," Griffin hissed. He took another step and nearly fell to the ground as he put weight on his injured leg. David moved instantly and wrapped his arms around the other man. Griffin shot him an annoyed look, but didn't comment. Slowly they made their way across the room and into the small bedroom.

"Need some help?" David inquired and nodded towards the ripped and bloodied clothes Griffin still wore.

"No." Yet when he tried to pull his shirt over his head he couldn't manage it. A large gash on his chest started to bleed a little at the movement.

David sighed softly and walked over towards the other again, slowly pulling the fabric up.

"I don't want your help."

"I know, but you need it," David replied and helped him strip to his boxers. Griffin's body was covered in bruises, cuts and scars - old and new. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I managed just fine without you, David." He nearly spat the last word out. He glared at the blonde male who didn't back down the least.

"I'm just trying to help!"

"I never asked for it."

David threw his hands up in the air and turned around. Was this the same man he had been worried about for so many weeks? Was this the same person who had spoken of his failure just mere minutes ago? "Never mind, I'm out of here."

"David, wait."

David stopped walking and looked over his shoulder towards Griffin. The Brit didn't look at him and stayed silent for so long David started to wonder if he had imagined it.

"My shoulder is dislocated and needs to be put back." He didn't use 'please' or asked for help. He plainly stated what was wrong and it was up to David to decide what to do with the information. The blonde Jumper sighed and walked up to Griffin.

"This might hurt." Griffin only nodded at these words and bit down on his teeth. David grabbed his arm and shoulder and gave a pull until the bone was back in its place. A silence fell between the two and neither of them seemed to know how to break it.

"I'm off," David stated then and turned once more towards their living room. He didn't get far as Griffin grabbed his upper arm with his good hand. Before David had the chance to say anything he fell a pair of lips against his own. Too shocked to do anything he stayed still.

"Bloody hell, I never thought I would miss having you around, but this month was… I don't know, it felt weird not having your sorry ass around. Those paladins sure are a lot less interesting to annoy than you."

David laughed, only Griffin could make a compliment sound like that. "Don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. I won't let them take you again, even if it means I'll have to start killing."

"Good," Griffin murmured and pulled David closer for another kiss. He hissed when David put his hands on his body and hit some wounds.

"I guess I wasn't finished with you just yet." David went to grab the first-aid kit and continued patching Griffin up. It surely was a lot harder to do when Griffin decided every few minutes to attack his mouth and neck, however he wasn't one to complain. He got Griffin back and that was all he had wanted in the first place.