Will sat in the backseat of the car with his face pressed against the window, trying not to panic. 'OK, you can do this. It's just a place. Places can't hurt you. Ian can't hurt you. It's going to be fine.' Closing his eyes as Paul pulled into their apartment's parking lot Will clenched his fist tightly.

Paul, glancing at Will's pained face in the rearview mirror, purposely drove the long way round so they wouldn't drive past their old studio. Parking quickly Paul faced Sonny and the two of them glanced at each other helplessly. 'I don't know if this is such a good idea.'

Sonny, squeezing Paul's hand, flashed him a sad smile before he got out of the car and opened the rear passenger door for Will. "Come on babe," Sonny said softly. "Let's go see where we're going to live."

Opening his eyes, searching Sonny's bright chocolate eyes Will nodded, "OK." Stepping out of the car Will was relieved he couldn't actually see the studio from where they were. 'If I ever want to get the mail or go to the leasing office or the pool I'll have to see it.' Following behind Sonny and Paul, not exactly knowing where he was going, Will set his jaw. 'No, no you're not going to do this. You're going to get over what happened. It's over and now the only thing that's holding me back is myself. You can do this Will Horton.'

Paul, unlocking the door, bit his lip nervously, hoping that Sonny and Will liked what he had done to the place. "Well, welcome home I guess," he said anxiously opening the door widely and stepping aside to let them in. 'Don't hate it.'

Sonny, placing his hand on Will's lower back to usher him inside, paused right inside the doorway. "Wow," he announced turning his head to look at everything he was seeing. The furniture Paul had ordered was neatly set up and coordinated with the stuff they already had. There were interesting decorative pieces all over and pictures hanging on the wall.

Will, releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding, 'Thank god, it doesn't look anything like the studio.' The walls were painted a light gray bordering on blue color. Will couldn't help but smile slightly at the pictures Paul had framed and hanging on the walls. There was one of Paul in his baseball uniform. Sonny standing in front of Common Grounds on its opening day. Will, smile taking up half his face, surrounded by Johnny, Allie and Sydney. The cheesy picture frame Will gave them was sitting next to a lamp on an end table. 'Even the picture Johnny drew for me is here,' Will sighed happily. Rushing over to Paul Will slammed into him, face hiding in his neck.

"Um, I take it I did good," Paul questioned, arms wrapping around Will automatically, looking over at Sonny.

Sonny nodded, "Yeah, you did good." Walking over to Paul and Will Sonny slightly nudged one of Will's arms so he could join their hug. Kissing the both of them on the cheek Sonny smiled, "When did you even have time to set this up?"

"Well," Paul stated, feeling ridiculously proud of himself, "When I ordered the furniture I kind of ordered the paint and the painters and well I never actually cancelled it. I knew one day we would be coming back here." Scratching Will's back, being mindful of his stitches, Paul asked Will, "I snuck the pictures in before you two woke up this morning. And it's not too soon right?"

Will shook his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed but almost in a good way, "No, it's not. I think, um, I think this will be good for me. For us."

"Good," Sonny grinned, "Now why don't we take your medicine?"

Will, smile slipping off of his face, "No that's a terrible idea."

Roman kissed his mother's cheek quickly with a, "Hey Ma!" Before he spotted Lucas sitting at a table in the corner. Putting his jacket over the back of his chair Roman nodded at Gabi Hernandez when she came up to the table, "Coffee, please."

"Sure thing, Commissioner Brady," Gabi said, smiling weakly. Hurrying to get the drink Gabi couldn't help but shake slightly. Ever since she heard Chad tell her Ian was dangerous the evening before Gabi had been a wreck. 'And no one even knows I helped him. I told him Will was staying in the Dimera Towers. Why did I do that?' Wiping her eyes furiously Gabi walked over to Will's Grandfather and Father. 'I have to make sure no one ever finds out.'

Roman, leaving his coffee black and simple, took a deep sip before addressing Lucas, "There still hasn't been any leads."

"Nothing," Lucas sighed, slumping in his chair. "That, that lunatic is gunning after Will and you can't find anything?"

"No," Roman shook his head angrily. "We're thinking he must have left town. We've got police all over the state looking for him. Don't worry Lucas. We'll find him before he can get to Will again."

Reluctantly opening his eyes, head hurting slightly, Will whined slightly when he realized Sonny was using his arm as a pillow and it had fallen asleep. Pulling his arm out from under Sonny's head and sitting up taller Will flopped his numb, dead arm around trying to get the feeling back into it. Unable to control its movements Will winced slightly when he accidentally smacked Paul in the chest.

Paul, opening his eyes quickly, whispered, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, sorry," Will stated sheepishly, cheeks warming in embarrassment, "I just, yeah."

Paul, one eyebrow quirked in amusement, chuckled at Will, "Here." Taking Will's arm Paul rubbed it up and down smiling at Will's red cheeks. "Better?"

"Yeah," Will rolled his eyes at himself, 'I wish I could go a single day without humiliating myself.' "Sorry I woke you up," Will said with sad look on his face. He could see the dark marks under Paul and Sonny's eyes. 'They aren't getting enough rest and it's my fault. I've been nothing but one problem after another since I got involved with them.'

Paul, tugging on Will's arm until he got Will's attention, "It's fine. I probably should get up soon anyway or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Will nodded at Paul before yawning widely, eyes drooping. 'Stupid pain medicine always makes me sleepy.' Seeing that Sonny was still completely out Will crawled over until he was completely on top of Paul, caring very little that he might be suffocating him.

Paul, huffing slightly, adjusting Will until he wasn't crushing him, ran his fingers through Will's hair, brushing over the cut on the back of his scalp. "How's the head," Paul wondered watching Will's blue eyes flutter.

"Better," Will admitted putting his elbows on Paul's chest and resting his head on his hands. "With the medicine I can hardly feel anything."

"And without it," Paul asked frowning softly, digging his fingers into Will's scalp and massaging.

"It's like a throbbing," Will said gazing at Paul, "Right above and behind my eye."

"Well," Paul swallowed, hating to think about Will in pain, "That's right where your bruise is. I guess it makes sense."

"Yeah," Will said blowing out a puff of air into Paul's face. "I just, I wish it would all go away. The headaches and the stitches, just everything."

"It's going to take a bit of time," Paul stated kindly knowing Will hated looking into the mirror and seeing his mouth. "Speaking of," Paul added wondering if he should bring it up, if Will would talk about it. "How are you feeling about yesterday?"

"I-I don't know," Will confessed, averting his eyes so Paul couldn't see them. "I feel confused the most. Ian, he is, he was, sick right? But he did so many bad things."

"He did," Paul agreed wishing Will would look at him.

"But I still, I still feel sorry for him, you know," Will breathed out hoping Paul didn't think he was crazy. "He, he thought he was doing the right thing but he wasn't and he didn't know that. He didn't know what was right or wrong. And I feel sorry about it. About him."

Paul, brushing his thumbs against Will's cheekbones turning his head slightly so he would look at Paul, "And that's OK, baby. You can feel whatever way you want to about it."

"But you don't feel that way," Will guessed seeing the hard look in Paul's eyes.

"He hurt you," Paul insisted, feeling himself getting worked up about it, "He hurt you and he wanted to do it again. I don't care if he was sick or, or anything. All I care about is that he's gone." 'That he's dead.'

"Right," Will said still feeling confused. He tried to put himself in Paul's shoes hoping to understand. 'If he tried to hurt Paul or Sonny would I be forgiving or feel sorry for him?' Will didn't know. He hated thinking about either Sonny or Paul in pain or distress but he didn't know if he would react differently. Hearing the sheets rustling beside him Will turned his head and saw Sonny, hair wild and sticking out, smile dopily at him.

"Why are you up already," Sonny asked still sounding like he was asleep.

"You were crushing my arm," Will chuckled slightly.

"And he whacked me with it," Paul added helpfully smiling when Will's face went pink again.

"And what are we talking about," Sonny stretched his arms over his head before rolling over closer to Will and Paul extending his neck to kiss Paul's bicep and Will's elbow.

"Ian," Paul said darkly trying not to think about the crazed look he would get every time he looked at Will. 'How could he look at everyone else so normally but look at Will with fire in his eyes?'

"Oh," Sonny slumped his shoulders slightly and licking his lips. Remembering something Sonny touched Will's shoulder slightly, "Hey, did you have a nightmare last night? I could have sworn I heard you getting back into bed."

"Oh," Will, looking away from them both, staring at Paul's chest, "Yeah, um, I did." Will wasn't sure if he should tell them what his nightmare was about. 'Or who I saw afterwards.'

"About Ian," Sonny pressed further not wanting Will to close himself off. 'We have to make sure he keeps talking to us about everything. I don't want him to get lost in his own head.'

Will nodded, turning his face so he could see Sonny properly, "About yesterday. And before. Only, um it was different."

"How was it different," Paul asked, stroking Will's hair gently, hoping he wasn't being too overbearing.

"It was like they were the same but not." Shaking his head, trying to explain properly Will started over, "I mean he kidnapped me and hurt me but everyone was there like yesterday. But no one, no one saved me at first. He was, um, you know, taking me and then Stefano shot him and he died then."

"You mean he was, and Stefano, while he was still, oh," Sonny said quickly sitting up and putting his hand on Will's back, "Why didn't you wake us up?"

"I-I don't know," Will shrugged helplessly, "I just, I wanted to stop thinking about it so I went downstairs and got a drink." Will twisted his face slightly, 'Should I tell them?'

"What happened when you were downstairs," Paul demanded knowing from the look on Will's face something occurred. Sitting up, dragging Will until he was sitting on his lap, Paul took his hands, "Baby?"

"I was drinking some juice and trying not to think about my nightmare and Stefano came in," Will said softly already sensing they were going to get upset.

"Will," Sonny said loudly, "What did, why did, ugh, what did he say to you?" 'I don't want that asshole anywhere near Will.'

Will, head throbbing a bit at Sonny's tone, hurriedly explained, "He just, he said he knew EJ would get back together with my mom someday. And, and something about being a family. Um," Will looked down, figuring they were going to freak out, "He said he thought I was special."

Paul, face reddening in anger, swiftly moved Will off of his lap so he could stand up and begin to pace. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'

"It's not that big of a deal," Will tried to say, flailing a bit when Paul rolled him to the side.

"Will," Sonny argued, head in his hands, "You told us that he was interested in you once but EJ made him stop it."

"He did," Will insisted looking between his boyfriends in disbelief, "Look I'll tell EJ he freaked us out but I don't think anything is going to happen. I think he's just a genuinely intimidating guy."

"I don't like this," Paul hissed, 'Fuck we really should have made him stay away from everyone.'

"Why is it so hard to believe that he was just being nice to me," Will asked with his arms across his chest.

"Because Will," Sonny rolled his eyes. "Look, I know you're confused and vulnerable right now but Stefano Dimera is bad news."

Will, offended, "Excuse me?"

Sonny closed his eyes tightly, "OK that came out wrong. I just mean that you have been through so much lately that I don't want some notoriously evil person coming around and taking advantage of you."

Will narrowed his eyes at Sonny. "Contrary to popular belief I'm not stupid," Will said pointedly. "I didn't say I was going to be around him. I just said I didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing."

"No one is calling you stupid," Paul threw his hands up in aggravation. "We know you aren't stupid. OK and that's not what this is? We are just concerned and freaking out." Fingernails digging into his palms, hands clenched, Paul continued, "You have no idea what we've fucking been through this past week, OK? I know that it was an absolute nightmare for you but it was hell for us too. You were kidnapped by some sociopath and then held at gunpoint. He was that close to killing you Will!" Paul held his pointer finger and thumb closely together. "So excuse us if we are feeling a little protective!"

Will, eyes wide, lips trembling, backed away from Paul's ranting, scooting to the edge of the bed and almost falling off. "I didn't, I don't, I'm sorry," Will cried weakly, tears lining his lashes. "I didn't."

Sonny, seeing the panicked look on Will's face, reached out for him only to hold his hands up in front of him quickly when Will kicked weakly at him. "Will," Sonny said sadly, "Will we didn't mean, no don't cry, it's fine."

"I didn't mean to make you mad," Will shook his head back and forth. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me anymore. I-I tried."

Paul, feeling horrible, sat on the bed slowly. "Baby," he replied swallowing harshly. 'Fuck, I did that to him.' "We're not mad at you, OK? We're just worried. We don't want anything else to happen to you."

Will, curling into himself, sliding sideways on the bed, head tucked to his knees, sobbed, "I didn't mean to make you worried. Please don't give up on me. I'll do better. I promise. I won't get in any more trouble. Please don't get rid of me."

"Hey," Sonny said firmly, "That's never going to happen. We, we were mad because someone tried to take you from us but that wasn't your fault. It was never your fault." Moving towards Will Sonny gingerly put his hand on Will's arm, "Now come here."

Paul, following after Sonny, helped lift Will up. Paul and Sonny were kneeling on the bed, knees touching, with Will limply hanging on in the middle. "OK, baby, you cry all you want," Paul encouraged, arm wrapped around Will's chest.

"He," Will started to say between his tears, "He was going to kill me, wasn't he?"

Sonny, hands on Will's hips wished he could lie to Will but knew he couldn't, "Yes. He probably was."

"Why," Will asked desperately, "I didn't do anything. I just, I just loved you. Why would someone hate me for that? I just wanted to love you."

"It wasn't your fault," Paul guaranteed, "It wasn't you. And it's never going to happen again. Never."

Will, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath, "But you said, you said Stefano, you said he was," Will trailed off when he wasn't able to process his thought.

"No," Sonny insisted, "No that's not what we meant. No one is going to hurt you anymore. OK? Paul won't let them and I won't."

"And EJ and Chad," Paul interjected firmly, "Or your mom or Grandma."

"My mom too," Sonny added, "OK? There are so many people who are going to care for you and that love you."

"I just want to be normal again," Will whispered miserably finally looking up into Sonny's eyes, barely able to see past his tears. "I don't want to be afraid to be alone. And I don't want to look in the mirror and see my lips. I don't want to close my eyes and see his face. I just want to go back. Go back to our weekend when all I had to worry about was my butt hurting." Laughing sadly Will closed his eyes, "I just want to kiss you! I want to kiss you so bad and, and I can't. I don't even remember the last time I did. Why don't I remember? I kissed, I kissed him but I can't kiss you."

Paul, pulling Will backwards so he was leaning against his chest, sitting on Paul's thighs, said loudly, "The last time you kissed us was when you left to pack all of your things at your mom's apartment on Halloween. Neil knocked on the door and you wrapped your arms around my neck and kissed me. Then you turned to Sonny. He was sitting on the floor packing a box and you held his face in your hands." Paul kissed Will's temple several times, "You'll kiss us again. We'll spend every day of the rest of our lives making up for all the kisses we lost this week."

Will, wiping his face, finally calming down, asked, "You promise I'll get better?"

"I swear to you babe," Sonny cupped Will's cheeks firmly, "I promise that you're going to get better." Kissing the corner of Will's mouth Sonny breathed against his lips, "I promise."

EJ, feet resting on the coffee table, arm wrapped around Samantha's shoulders, her head on his chest exhaled loudly, "Do you hear that darling?"

"I don't hear anything," Sami said lifting her head up to look at EJ oddly.

"Exactly," EJ smiled closing his eyes. "Silence. For this one moment in time we have nothing to worry about."

Sami rolled her eyes and huffed slightly, "Except for the fact that Will's been traumatized for life."

EJ opened his eyes, "Well, that didn't last long, did it?" Sitting up and dislodging Samantha EJ sighed, "William is going to need time but he will eventually recover."

"EJ," Sami argued eyes getting wide and slightly manic, "Your father killed someone right in front of him. Literally, right in front of him."

"I haven't forgotten," EJ shook his head. "William needs time to rest and recuperate. In time he will get over what happened with Ian."

"He was covered in his blood," Sami hissed, "He died in Will's lap. That's not something that he's going to just get over."

"William is strong," EJ countered, "He has a large family ready to support him. But Samantha," EJ raised his eyebrows, "William won't be able to move on if we don't either."

"I-I know, OK, I know," Sami confessed, wrapping her arms around herself, "It's just. That, that monster," Sami gritted her teeth face twisting in anger, "He put a gun to my son's head. He tried to touch him. And even in death he's still there haunting Will. God EJ, he couldn't even die without hurting Will."

"If it was up to me his death would have been much more painful and drawn out," EJ confessed eyes taking on a cruel glint. "Something befitting someone as him."

"EJ, I had to wipe his blood off Will's face," Sami said quietly. "I, how am I supposed to forget that?"

"We've been through worse," EJ pulled Samantha back to his chest, "And just like all those other incidents we'll get through this. William will get through this."

"I want to make him an appointment with the therapist my mom told me about," Sami confessed, "That would help him right?" 'That's something a good mom would do, isn't it?'

"That's a wonderful idea," EJ squeezed her tightly; "We'll have to talk to him later."

"EJ," Sami said slowly, nose scrunched in disgust, "Do you think Ian was lying when he said Will calls them Daddy?"

"No darling," EJ closed his eyes, bracing himself, "He wasn't lying."

"Oh god," Sami moaned covering her face with her hands, "I really did scar him for life, didn't I? I mean, if I would have given him a normal childhood he wouldn't want something like that."

"Maybe this is something you need to talk to William about," EJ suggested knowing Samantha wouldn't appreciate his feedback on the subject.

"Right," Sami nodded. "I mean, he hasn't wanted to have anything to do with me over this but we do need to talk. I'll ask him to talk."

"Good," EJ declared kissing the top of her head. 'It will do them both some good.'

"So," Lucas said, eyes shifting around the room carefully, cutting his food precisely, "Have you given any more thought about what we talked about the other day?"

"Yes," Roman swallowed a bite of food. "And I think the best way is to stop this whole thing now."

Lucas nodded in understanding. Wiping his mouth with his napkin Lucas said, "So, how should we do this?"

"I'll call him to talk about the Ian situation," Roman announced taking a bite of his sandwich. "Then we can talk to him. Make him understand."

Lucas lifted his glass, clinking it with Roman's, "Cheers!"

Gabi, cleaning the table nearby, kept her eyes focused on the cloth she was using to clean. 'Oh my god. I have to call Chad.'

Will slumped on the couch, eyes red and swollen, cheeks slightly puffy. He hated how emotional he had been the past month. 'The entire time I've been with Sonny and Paul I've been a wreck. Why do they put up with me?' Will looked to the side to see Sonny, in the extra bedroom, sitting at the desk on the phone. There was something to do about a misplaced order at Common Grounds. Paul had gone to the leasing office to complain about the kitchen sink dripping. 'And here I am being useless.' Wiping his eyes one more time Will was determined to prove to his boyfriends that he loved and appreciated them as much as they did him. 'OK, I can do this.'

Walking into the kitchen Will looked helplessly at the intimidating appliances. 'OK, so I better start with something small.' Browsing through the cabinets Will frowned when he realized the only food they had was what was brought over from the studio. Will contemplated ordering something but then he remembered, 'Oh, I haven't been to work in forever. I don't have any money. And I'm definitely not letting them pay for this. Figure something out Horton.'

Shaking his head Will pulled out two boxes of macaroni and cheese and read the instructions, pleased his eyes were working perfectly fine. 'Boil? Oh god. No, no, you can do this.' Checking to see that he had butter and milk in the refrigerator, reading the expiration date on the milk, Will looked around to find a pot. Making a triumphant sound when he found one Will carefully poured in the correct amount of water and turned on the stove. 'Alright hopefully my math skills aren't too rusty that I can't double a recipe.'

Staring at the stove, afraid that something awful would happen if he turned away, Will waited patiently when the water started bubbling like in the picture on the box. Dumping in the macaroni Will panicked, remembering he needed a spoon. Searching through the drawers Will sighed in relief when he found one and stirred the noodles carefully. 'How do I know when it's done?' Reading the box again Will frowned, 'Uh, when did I put them in?' Freaking out slightly Will pulled out some noodles on the spoon and prodded them, 'OK I know they aren't supposed to be crunchy.' Waiting a few more minutes, hearing Sonny's raised voice in the other room, Will tried to find something to empty the water into. 'Oh crap, what is that thing with the holes in it called? Oh no, oh no, where is it?' Frantic Will turned off the stove and moved the pot off the unit. 'OK, OK, improvise. Uh, you can do this.' Putting the edge of the pot over the sink Will carefully drained the water, proud when he only let a few noodles fall out. Adding the milk and packets of cheese Will stirred them quickly.

Finding three bowls and three forks Will divvied up the macaroni and cheese and stared at it cautiously. Bringing the food to the counter, using his years of experience as a waiter to balance three bowls on his arm, Will found some paper towels and folded them nicely to make them look like napkins. Getting out three glasses and filling them with water Will glared at the meal, 'Don't you dare taste bad.'

Sonny, smelling something from the kitchen, sighed deeply when he was finally done with his call. 'How do you lose a simple order form,' he thought to himself shaking his head. Walking out into the front room Sonny paused in the doorway when he saw Will glowering at the counter. Curious Sonny walked over to Will and smiled widely when he saw what Will had done. "Hey," Sonny called bumping his shoulder into Will's. "What's all this?"

"Oh," Will started twisting with his hands nervously, "Um, I just, I just, um, I tried to make dinner." Smiling nervously Will hoped he didn't look as crazed as he felt.

"Babe," Sonny wrapped his arm around his waist, "You didn't have to do that."

"I did, though," Will insisted, nodding his head repeatedly, "I-I need to show that I can do stuff for you too."

Paul, having locked the door behind him for Will's sake, unlocked the door and walked inside. Overhearing Will's sentence Paul, turning the deadbolt on the door, tossing his keys to the side, frowned, "You do show us baby."

"No I don't," Will insisted, "I-I let you take care of me and I rely on you and, and I don't do anything in return."

"We like taking care of you, you know," Sonny pointed out, encouraging Will to take a seat. "And you don't hear us complaining. Things have been…difficult for lack of a better word but we are definitely satisfied with our relationship."

Will, slumping in his seat, head downcast, "I just, I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful."

"And we don't," Paul told him quickly, sitting down and taking a drink of his water, "Trust us when we say that we know you appreciate us. And hey," Paul poked Will in his shoulder, "You love us. I think that's payment enough."

"If you say so," Will said slowly, 'I'm still going to do more, be better.' Shifting in his chair Will explained, "I tried really hard to follow the directions but it's, it's probably not that good."

"You didn't have to do anything at all," Sonny shook his head fondly at Will, "The fact that you tried was enough." Taking a bite Sonny rolled the macaroni around in his mouth before swallowing. 'Well it's not perfect but he did good.'

Will, watching Sonny avidly, frowned slightly, "You don't have to eat it if it's bad." 'Damn, I tried really hard too.'

"What are you talking about," Paul asked, shoveling his food in, "If you don't eat yours I'll eat it."

"Don't be patronizing," Will stated taking a bite, "I didn't know when to take it out. I'm sorry it's too mushy."

"Will," Sonny laughed, "It's fine. It's macaroni and cheese out of a box. It's not going to be a culinary masterpiece. Relax."

"I just wanted it to be perfect," Will admitted circling his food around, "Everything you guys do is great."

"I know that you haven't really been in a relationship like this before," Paul replied, "You know, one this serious," Paul added after seeing Will's confused look, "But it's not a competition. We do things because we want to. If you don't like cooking or don't feel comfortable doing it then you can do other stuff."

Will, nodding in understanding, "OK. I'm good at cleaning stuff."

"Well then that works out perfectly," Sonny said, swallowing a big bite, "Because both of us are super lazy."

"Oh yeah," Will smiled softly.

"It's pretty bad," Paul shrugged. "We usually only clean when one of us gives in and complains about it."

"Whoever complained first had to clean it," Sonny added helpfully. "So, if you want to let us cook and you clean we would be ridiculously happy."

Feeling a bit better Will, realizing something asked, "Am I helping with rent and stuff?"

Paul, sharing a look with Sonny, licked some sauce off his lips and explained, "Well if you want to I guess you could. But Sonny and I figured we would have it covered."

"But I live here too," Will said, trying to understand, "Don't I? Shouldn't I help?"

Sonny, realizing this might be a sensitive subject, "It isn't really necessary but if you want to we wouldn't argue."

"Well," Will thought about it, "I know I don't have that much money but I could pay for something. When I finally get a steady schedule for work again."

"OK," Paul said with a smile not wanting to make Will upset by telling him it wasn't necessary. 'He doesn't have to work if he doesn't want to. But I think that would probably just make him upset.'

"I'd like to," Will answered finally. "I don't, I don't want to rely on you for everything. I want to contribute."

"We'll look at all our bills when they come and we can sit down and figure it all out," Sonny nodded realizing this was important to Will.

"Um, speaking of work and stuff," Will looked at them both quickly, "I think I want to go back. Soon. Work and school."

"Baby are you sure," Paul asked quickly, "I don't want anyone bothering you at school."

"I-I don't want to be at home all day, thinking about it," Will told them, "If I'm going to get better than I'm going to have to go back to my usual stuff."

"Can you at least wait until the stitches come out of your mouth," Sonny pleaded, not sure he was ready to let Will out of his sight. "I don't want to you to have to answer any questions."

Will, sensing that this was beyond their usual protectiveness nodded, "Yeah, I can wait until then."

'Oh thank god,' Paul thought exhaling in relief. 'I'm not ready to let you go.'

EJ took a long pull from his cigar, eyes closed, trying to clear his mind of any of his lingering problems. Opening his eyes when he sensed a presence in the room EJ observed his father making a drink.

"Elvis," Stefano nodded before sitting down and sighing. "I must confess that it is harder to adjust to the time zone change than when I was younger."

EJ, eyeing his father, "You don't look that tired."

Chucking Stefano shook his head, "I think that is because you are so exhausted yourself. All these problems with William must be difficult." Taking a drink, looking at his son over the edge of his glass Stefano added, "Perhaps I could help."

"No," EJ breathed out a puff of smoke. "I don't think so Father."

"You do not trust me," Stefano smiled.

"Not with William I don't," EJ answered honestly. 'I already know you're involved somehow. You have to be.'

"I did not think he meant that much to you," Stefano mused, "You dismissed him so easily before. Why does he mean so much to you now?"

"He just does," EJ said plainly almost daring his father to object.

"Ah," Stefano nodded knowingly, "So that is it. You wish for him to be your son."

"I do not need to wish for anything," EJ admitted getting visibly upset. "William is as good as mine as any other man in his life."

"And is it so hard to imagine that as your father I too would care for the boy," Stefano suggested.

"Stay away from William father," EJ narrowed his eyes, standing up, ready to leave the room. "I told you years before you will not turn William to your cause."

Stefano watching his son leave the room smiled to himself taking a careful sip, 'I would not be so sure.'

Author's note:

I'm trying to blend in a mix of 'Will getting over things' with 'W/P/S being cute' and only a tiny bit of other people interfering. So keep the cute suggestions coming. Also any dirty ones too. I'm thinking Will is going to be ready for that soon.

Please review it really does help.