This is the alternate chapter and the final one for this story. It's been a wild ride these past months but I hope you all are ready for one last little twist before this closes off...enjoy~

Alfred smiled "Seems…I'm making a few girls on this beach eyeing you jealous" he whispered. "Too bad right?" he turned his head, pulling Ivan closer as their lips locked.

Ivan hummed a little chuckle into the kiss he was tugged into. He brushed their noses when they broke away "I believe you have it backwards, at least…by the way they were eyeing you with that kiss…" He slipped his hands around Alfred's waist "But they would have to pry me off to get to you…" he said with a soft smile despite the tone coating the words.

"Hmm I like when you get possessive…" he purred, biting his lip. He pulled him closer, his little round belly pressing against his lover's lower abs.

"Good, it is instinctive when one has such a perfect lover" he dropped his hands a couple of inches and slipped his fingers under the hem of the shirt and barely rubbed the skin underneath with feather-light passes.

"Hmm do we want to find our little hiding place now?" he bit his lip, as the gentle touches made him shiver.

Ivan nodded "Before I am tempted to make them even more jealous" he purred with a subtle smirk and pulled away. He laced their fingers together and they headed down the shore to a dock rising out of a pile of large rocks. It piqued Ivan's attentions and, with a little climbing over the flatter stones, they were over and in a little deserted alcove. Ivan turned to Alfred with a mischievous smile "I believe we have our spot…"

"Hmmm" he reached for his bulge, gripping him. "Hmm good…because I want this really bad…" he bit his lip.

He pressed into the touch "Oh? I was thinking something more along the lines of the delicious present you have hidden away…" he trailed off and tugged the waist of Alfred's shorts.

He moved, pushing his pants down. He stood exposed to Ivan. "I didn't put on underwear" he licked his lips.

"Sounds like you have been looking forward to this…" he trailed off with a smirk and knelt down to kiss up Alfred's thigh, generously leaving more hickies to the collection already present.

Alfred shivered "Oh yes I was…public sex? Hmm my favorite kink…"

"How wonderfully dirty" he said playfully, nipping the dip in Alfred's thigh where it joined his groin before kissing up the slowly hardening length.

"Ah…says the man…kissing such a dirty area…" he bit his lip, shivering.

"Dirty?" Ivan asked, playfully analyzing the pink flesh "I see nothing wrong but if you insist then I will give it a thorough cleaning…" he trailed off and mouthed the flushing head before slowly descending.

Alfred arched, gripping his head "Ah baby…ah…yes…clean me up…"

He groaned softly at the slight movement and firm grip woven through his hair and resisted the urge to smirk around the mouthful he held. Ivan, keeping his teeth carefully in check, swallowed around the member as he worked himself deeper, tongue flicking and curling actively along the sensitive flesh.

A long haired brunet in amber scrubs watched the writhing blond twist on the bed as he noted his entry in the monitor tech observation list and settled into a seat that was not nearly comfortable enough for the job. He sighed as he flipped through the pages filled by the previous shift, "Just four hours…" dark eyes flicked to the watch on his wrist to calculate the time when he could cycle out with the next tech. He just wanted get back to monitoring the regular floors and patrolling. Still…the pages spoke of how active Jones had been over the last several hours but he wasn't sure if he'd rather be bored or actually have to pay close attention. A soft, weary sigh left Yao's lips; it apparently had gotten to the point where his doctor was called in but…maybe that was just because he was the only one Jones responded to…at least in a positive way. A finger tapped the red button on the mic, triple checking that it was set to the headset Ivan was wearing rather than the room…no one wanted a repeat of the last time the man had heard his voice. "Dr. Braginsky, how is patient 646? Anything more to report?"

"This seems to be a far deeper hallucination than the previous ones" Ivan mused quietly into the mic clipped on his collar as he took notes on his patient's state of arousal. "I've been here for two hours and he hasn't broken out of this state. He is, however, cycling through emotions at a nearly alarming rate" he answered with a mix of surprise and concern.

"It has happened before though, right? A few weeks ago after meeting that nurse?" Though he hadn't played a direct part, the staff still talked about it whenever Jones was mentioned.

"Not to this depth but yes…anger, arousal, upset lashings out. All in the span of the first few hours he was admitted…" Ivan set his pen down and leaned back to relax in the single chair across the room from the solitary, padded cell. "We're still not sure what set him off. AK was simply assisting with a bath after passing meds." The Russian thought for a moment "He also attacked you that first week didn't he? With the knife off of his tray" he shook his head "at least you weren't harmed and it finally got the utensil policy changed for new patients."

"At least it was plastic you mean, if I'd have known he'd hidden it in his pocket…" Yao said with frustration "that's not the only thing either. Do you know how many times he's accused me of raping him? Or snapped into a blind rage in me or Arthur's presence? There's a reason I'm talking through your mic rather than the room's."

Ivan nodded, knowing the man could see him from the observation room just above "Ar—AK is still recovering. I hate losing a good nurse but no other facility is equipped to handle this extreme a patient and he already put in his notice."

"Ivan…Vanya…Baby!" Alfred moaned out as his thrusting slowed and heavy pants filled the suddenly quiet room. A pleasant, dazed smile over took his face as he met Ivan's eyes "That was wonderful baby" he giggled "it even calmed her down! She loves her daddy so much."

The doctor glanced at his watch and jotted down the timestamp to record his newest note: "Subject 646: Cycled through excited, sad, aroused, sad, angry, happy, and aroused again over the course of two hours and forty three minutes. After becoming lucid, pregnancy delusion persists. Still appears convinced that I'm the father." He stood and strolled closer, stopping just a couple of feet from the thick plastic wall. He wished that the restriction wasn't required. Some freedom is taken from psych patients for their own safety but…they have proper rooms and are able to walk around and interact…Jones was the exception…Jones had attacked several staff and patients and fought everything but the strongest sedatives and still had to be put into restraints until they came into effect. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, having had to quickly learn how to read and respond to this curious patient.

"It was great baby" his smile warmed and he rested his hand on his belly lovingly "but I think those girls over there are jealous" he grinned "but that's too bad, you're mine! And you still have to show me what you have planned for the hotel" Alfred purred as he rolled over. "Oh! Still excited big boy? Are we going to give them another show?"

Ivan sighed inaudibly, knowing it was just a matter of time before they lost even this slim amount of lucidity so, instead, he tried to encourage Alfred to help himself in the only way he could "How about we take a break first and rest, we both need it after that display…" he answered, trying to thread in his request for Alfred to finally calm and sleep, at least for a little while, but still having to play along with Alfred's mood lest he worry about angering or saddening the man and having to wait even longer until Jones could sleep for the first time in twenty-six hours.

Alfred giggled even as a yawn slipped out "Ok love but only if you join me. Do you want to go back to the hotel and sleep?"

"That sounds wonderful, let's go ahead, we have plenty of time to continue later" Ivan neared the door across the room, ready for lunch break and a rest from the strain of such an involved and unfortunate case "let's get back to Zeus." Was Ivan's last line before he cut any response from Alfred off, satisfied that Yao would be watching, listening, and recording in his absence. He returned the mic to the observation deck, glancing at the monitors for a few long moments as he rested his hand on Yao's shoulder. The blond shut his eyes "It is times like these when I start to regret my career choice. I want to help but he's thoroughly convinced of the impossible. I've never seen someone this far gone so consistently. It's the same ongoing story he's constructed from the moment he's arrived." He glanced up again for just a moment, seeing Alfred settle down into what appeared to be sleep "I wonder what will happen when he realizes that he's not gaining weight or if the pregnancy he's constructed will continue…" Ivan shook his head, unsure of the majority of things with the most challenging patient he has ever had "Just call me if something changes" he finally said and stepped out to check on the rest of his patients and hope that the rest of the day went peacefully.

Yao nodded just before Ivan stepped out and glanced back to the monitors set in front of him, such a patient was stressful for them all but the doctor was particularly invested. Borderline obsessive if half of the things whispered in the halls was true. No matter what was true or not, Yao had a job to do and he would do it; he preoccupied himself with the charts and let things unfold how they would.

A cheap sandwich in hand, Ivan settled at his desk to document his observations in Jones' paper chart. He also wanted to mull over the individual who had made his career and life as refreshingly interesting as it was stressful. The blond's thoughts were his own and he took an immense amount of comfort from that simple fact. In this privacy he had the freedom to admit his deepest secret; he was gay and he couldn't deny the flattery with his patient's interest. Nothing could come of it, of course, not only would it be immoral to encourage the affections of someone found not to be sound of mind but it would reveal Ivan's alignment. The Russian shuddered at the thought, even just in his lifetime it had once been a crime and things were still extremely tense. If he was found out and things worsened in society again…he would lose everything he had worked for. Everything he had spent his entire life earning…it just wasn't a risk that Ivan was willing to take. Despite all of the negativity surrounding it he wanted nothing more than to be part of Alfred's mental world. A soft little smile graced his lips. 'A world were couples could live without worry and even get pregnant…' though he couldn't help but wonder how. Still, he couldn't bring himself to try the more extreme treatment methods for fear of ruining the nearly perfect world that the other man had created. It still had crime, evidence abound by his reactions to many other men in the staff and his claims of sexual assault despite usually being in that dream world. Ivan truly did hope that he could improve Alfred's condition, at least to a more functional state where he could be brought into the group meetings and maybe heal. He took another bite of his nearly forgotten lunch, he could entertain his own sort of dream vicariously through Alfred's hallucinations in that world where it was acceptable to be gay. They could dream together in some small way, even if Ivan could never act on it, and that would have to be ok. He finished off his meal with a content sigh and returned to work, adding observations and recommendations for the staff to refer to later.

It didn't take long for Ivan to become distracted once again, food doing little to quell his appetite in the boredom so he checked in with Yao to ensure that Alfred was still sleeping. Little, if anything, had changed with the young man. Simply shifting in his sleep somewhat restlessly; likely given the absence of the warmth he expected beside him. Ivan ended communication and once again lost himself in his thoughts. He entertained the thought of getting a chance to get rid of the cameras and the mics, anything recording, and simply be one on one with Alfred. Little would be at risk if he managed to get the man in restraints before he realised what was happening, ignoring any job implications of course and what staff may be loitering about. The thought was exhilarating in a way though. To have the control he desired and be able to give his patient some control as well, even with the restraints limiting his arms to protect the both of them. Alfred may have never lashed out at Ivan purposely but he didn't doubt that it could happen and the blond was a terrible force when motivated. Ivan felt the slightest urge to follow through with the impulsive thought, especially with the alluring way Alfred called out to him so frequently, but he had to keep control of himself.

Yao fiddled with his pen and notepad, preferring that to immediately charting on the computer just in case something did change that required the monitors. The brunet glanced up as Alfred suddenly jerked upright. A quick press of a button and the main screen zoomed in, a slender hand posed to take notes and already jotting down a waking time.
"Ivan? Vanya…?" Alfred's tone held a frantic edge that only grew as he glanced around him at the empty room. "Where are you?!" he yelled, running to the door.
It wasn't entirely out of the ordinary but it had been a while since Yao had seen the younger man so shaken up. Eyes still glued to the screen, practiced fingers dialed the four digit extension for the phone Ivan was carrying.

Checking on the rest of his patients and gathering information on how therapy and medication was being handled by each one always took a great deal of time, particularly because he preferred to get as much as possible from each patient themselves. Said patients were not always cooperative but it was part of the draw of this career choice; figuring out the true solution to the puzzle behind potentially conflicting words and behaviours. Just as he was leaving and about discuss a change in group therapy times with the current nurse for the pod, he heard his staff phone ring. "Ivan Braginsky" he announced.

"Dr. Braginsky, patient 646 has awoken and appears agitated. He's calling for you" Yao informed, ignoring the usual physician call format. He waited to see if the man would settle down or if Ivan wanted to give any immediate orders.

As always, Ivan was thankful of Yao's adherence to their unspoken agreement to not give the full patient breakdown when it came to Alfred, Ivan simply knew him too well by now to waste that kind of time. "There should be nothing that could hurt him in there but I'll head down once I'm done rounding. For now just continue observations and call me if he escalates much more."

"Alright" was the quick response as the brunet hung up and wrote down the call and order to continue observation until otherwise notified. The Chinese man watched and waited, his phone on the desk in front of him and reflecting the dim screen of the computer. He absently wished he could simply slip him a sedative, a strong one going by his records, and relax for the next couple of hours but even if it illegal on top of being immoral.

Ivan gave the information needed to modify the patient's care plan and moved onto the next room to repeat the process after flipping through his notes to refresh his memory. Keeping track of fifteen patients, frequently more, and all of the minute details with each could be quite difficult but he took great pride in being more thorough than many other physicians. With each patient he visited, he warned them of the potential to be interrupted by a call but that the time they spent was valuable to him and integral to ensuring their healing. As the hour was closing, he finished up with the last room and his mind switched from a far more professional doctor to…one with lines that were starting to blur. The more occupied his mind became with Alfred, the more the boundary of professionalism became skewed but…the thought of losing his career and license was still too great a motivator against making any moves so he would stick true to being Jones' doctor and doctor alone.

Alfred cried, curled up in the corner of the room. Unsure of what was going on, the tears and choked sobs flowed freely. One moment he was lying in the hotel bed with Ivan, looking forward to when they woke from their nap to begin the second round of celebrating their court win and the next he's alone in a room far too much like his old one at the hospital. He was terrified to the point of nausea, shivering and so, so alone in the pristine whiteness of the empty room. The wheat blond's arms tightened around himself, blunt nails digging and giving him something else to focus on. "Ah! This—this worked before…may-maybe it'll work again…" he mumbled as he scratched and clawed at his arm. Each hard drag of fingers darkened the pink trail into an angry red and blood started to well up in the midst of broken skin.

Yao narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out what changed to stop the frantic rocking and calm the man so obviously breaking down. The moment he saw darkened hands painting on the white walls, he snatched the phone from the desk and auto-dialed the last number.

"Ivan Braginsky" the doctor answered, in the motion of putting up the patients' paper charts. Yao explained the situation quickly and Ivan barely got out an "I'm coming" before hanging up. He handed the stack of binders to the closest nurse with an instant "Shelf them!" before he rushed down the hall. The ashen blond raced down the stairs to the lower level, forgoing the all too slow and busy elevator. Ivan burst through the door, breath falling soft but deep with each exhale as he caught his breath. Just as Yao described and Ivan feared, vibrant red streaks covered the area Alfred was standing in. Breaking up the sterile white with chaotic strokes Alfred kept painting; locked in his own escape that he didn't even notice another's presence. Ivan's eyes shut tightly for a moment before he called Yao back "…Remember your little brother?" Ivan spoke softly as he unlocked the wall-mounted first aid kit near the door.
"…Yes…" was the hesitant reply as Yao watched the scene unfold, a foreboding feeling becoming all too apparent deep within his gut.
"I'm sorry but…I'm calling you on that favour…" a sigh broke up his words but he didn't dare give the other man a moment to respond "I want—need you to cut off the monitors, anything recording and anything sending or receiving signals…"
"But that's…" Yao held his tongue and relented as he watched Ivan stop, awaiting a proper response. He couldn't find it in him to refuse a request under that condition, he owed Ivan a great deal for saving his brother's life, Yao could turn a blind eye this once. "…I'll turn them back on when you call again, you have an hour and thirty minutes before I need to leave. Just…don't do anything stupid" he finally sighed and relented, diverting the equipment. At the very least, it hopefully wouldn't cause too much suspicion…it's not like the equipment always worked perfectly.

The doctor smiled "Thank you" he said simply and hung up, satisfied that Yao would follow through and he would be able to take a chance. "Alfred?" he announced once he was through the door, heart picking up at the potential for the man to lash out but what he was met with stunned him.

"I—Ivan?" a sniffle and the expression grew realization and clarity adorned his face before more despair overtook it "…what's going on?" tears once again began to show "why am I back here? What happened?" he managed to choke out before his body tensed and he curled up once again. Blood smeared further on the wall from his downward slide as his injured arms stained his pale scrubs.

His chest clenched in empathy and he lifted the zippered bag in his hands "Let's fix up your arms" he said softly, unsure exactly how to answer the desperate inquiries.

A shuddering squeeze and Alfred opened his eyes again, meeting the violet ones he knew were so kind. "Okay" he whispered as pale arms shifted to reveal deep scrapes, likely to heal fine with care but just as likely to add to the scars already adorning the limbs. "…Please…tell me what's going on…"

Ivan settled down beside the scared man and committed to the truth in this rare moment of genuine clarity "This is real. You are my patient here at the hospital and have been for a few months now."

Clear blue eyes widened "So…it was all a dream? Everything?" He withdrew his arms again and pressed dirtied palms against his eyes in a vain attempt to stop the tears. "I was so happy to be out…so happy to be with you." A hand quickly dropped to his stomach "That means…."

The doctor could do nothing but nod "You were never pregnant, as far as science knows right now, it's not possible" Ivan gently but bluntly answered.

A choppy exhale left chapped lips "O-oh so…we never…spent the night together…" Alfred started to go limp again, allowing Ivan to do as he wished with the wounds decorating his skin.

Large, cool hands gently maneuvered Alfred's arms "This will burn but it won't last long" he quietly explained as he poured a bit of alcohol across the skin to disinfect and rinse the area, allowing the excess to run down onto the floor and their pants.

"Stop" Alfred hissed with a weak jerk "you're getting your pants dirty" he argued, noticing the wetness of the alcohol and finally seeing the bloody mess he made.

Ivan smiled softly "I can always change later, you are far more important." The cool air dried the fluid and he wrapped the expanse of both limps with gauze bandages. He wasn't sure if this was the way to go about one on one counseling but he was already breaking many rules and policies so he figured he should go ahead and commit to deal with whatever came. "I'd like you to tell me about your world."

"Why would you be interested in the words of some crazy person, you have too many other things to do" Alfred answered with obvious despair just under the surface and tangible heartbreak.

"I want to know more about a world were two guys could love openly and even have a family" Ivan's tone grew softer, investing far too much in his patient's response. He coughed as he noticed and took a few mental steps back "I want to understand you better and know how to help you." His hands slowed on the practiced rolling of gauze, subconsciously prolonging their time.

Alfred's heart clenched. The man he loved, the one he had planned on spending the rest of his life with…none of it actually happened. As much as it hurt though he wanted to spend as much time as possible and he would accept any chance to do that. "…It started in this place…only there were other rooms" he glanced around before meeting the sweet eyes again "and you saved me from my ex-husband Arthur."

Ivan's expression flickered, he wondered if there was something more to their story and Alfred and the nurse were married in the past or if that too was created in his mind.

"…Was that…not right either?" Alfred asked timidly, pulling his arms back as Ivan finished wrapping them and starting to play with his stained fingers.

The doctor decided to be as honest as possible but he also treaded carefully, trying not to invalidate what Alfred thought or felt but also wanting both of them know as much of the full picture as they could. "I don't know much about his past or his life outside of work but Arthur was a nurse here for a while."

"I don't know what to trust anymore…this feels just as real as the rest of it…" Alfred started shaking again, trying to hold in the tears and keep himself together.

"The lines are blurry but you can trust that this right now is here" Ivan tried to reassure, holding one of the cool hands.

Alfred managed a sad smile "You…my Vanya used to say something similar too." A shuddering breath rose his chest and he smoothly exhaled "I thought that I was too happy for it to be real. I'd joke and say that Arthur killed me and Vanya was my heaven" he shook head, trying to separate the Ivan in front of him from the one…in his dream?

"What else happened? I want to know your side" the Russian encouraged with an imploring look, knowing that the clock was ticking. He had no choice but to leave before Yao needed to leave and the longer he lingered the more suspicious it was that he was the last person seen in the room before the video feed cut.

The younger blond nodded, willing to deal with the pain of reliving the happiness he never had to this man who had his heart "We spent some nights together in your office. I…don't know how to read well and you were helping me. We shared dinner and you helped me when Yao was causing problems." He looked down at their hands and gave Ivan's a little squeeze "He didn't actually do anything though…did he?"

Ivan tilted his head empathetically "Not that I know of. He's actually helping us spend this time together" he smiled.

Alfred's eyes widened a fraction before nodding. He looked towards the ceiling in an effort to find one of the cameras, spotted one in the dark corner and called out "Yao! Thank you!"

A soft chuckle lightened the mood that had been welling up with tension "I'm not sure if he can hear anything but I'll pass it on next time I see him" Ivan assured. His smile grew the slightest bit bashful "I actually hope he isn't listening in…I genuinely care about you, more than I do with patients I have been looking after for years…that's not something anyone else should know…" Violet met crystalline blue "I'm not sure why but I do."

Realisation lit up Alfred's eyes and he moved quick, pulling Ivan into a tight, desperate hug "It wasn't all a dream. It wasn't! You are my Vanya" he leaned back and held Ivan's face in his hands "My Vanya said the same thing. The. Same. Exact. Thing." Alfred smiled genuinely "Maybe it wasn't all a dream, maybe it's just getting started, maybe there's still a chance for us both to be happy." As he became more excited, his voice grew in volume and he finally showed a piece of how he was before he woke up, still restrained but still hopeful that his love…his fiancé was still there.

Ivan started to pull away until Alfred explained and he tried to relax a bit, hoping that he had not made a mistake with allowing himself to get this close "I…want to be closer to you but I am your doctor and you are my patient. That will not, cannot, change."

Alfred smiled and accepted Ivan's words, remembering how many times Ivan had said the same thing before "I'll tell you anything you want to know about my dream as long as I can call you Vanya" he said simply.

The doctor was caught slightly off guard by the offer but accepted easily "I hope to help you start to differentiate reality from that dream, let's work together on it."

The wheat blond nodded and hugged the man tightly "I'll look forward to it my Vanya."

A tap on the door interrupted Ivan's next inquiry and he was suddenly reminded of the time constraint "We can talk more later but it will be with the camera and recording system on so we will have to be more restrained than this" he gestured to their closeness.

"Alright, as long as I can talk to you again I'll be okay" Alfred was quick to accept with the hope that no matter which was the true reality…as long as he had Ivan it would be okay.

Ivan pulled away slowly, lingering slightly in the warmth but unable to ignore the persistent knocks. He grabbed the bag "Your room can be cleaned next time I'm here too" he smiled and headed out, relocking the door upon his exit and meeting Yao at the door. The doctor's smile grew, elated at this breakthrough to Alfred's mind and he shared some of his findings with the uncertain man "He thanked you for allowing us to talk, I thank you too."

Yao brushed him off though he accepted the gratitude "You cut it close, you're lucky people drag their feet when it comes to switching shifts" he huffed, heading back into the observation room and resetting the systems. "I wouldn't risk it again though, just because he sounds clear right now and he realized that he was hallucinating doesn't mean that he won't be lost again."

"I owe you for giving me that much time, thank you again" Ivan answered happily though the other comment hung in the air. "I hope to take this chance to explore the world he made and maybe help him enough to stop those all-consuming hallucinations."

The brunet dismissed him with a wave "Save it for the physician's note though I'm looking forward to seeing how you word this whole thing" he sighed "you're a well-known doctor, don't let anything mar your career."

"Thank you for your concern but I think this one little slip will be worth it overall" Ivan answered with satisfaction as he went to continue his shift. A red light flashed on the wall and not a moment later a blaring alarm sounded signaling a fire. Ivan ran out to investigate and found staff rounding up patients and calling in security back up. He grabbed the nearest staff personnel and they explained readily "Cathleen escaped again and busted the gas pipes, mandatory evacuation!"

His eyes widened and he joined the others in guiding everyone to safety, desperately hoping that none would take this chaotic chance to rebel and things seemed to be going smoothly. The lines to the exits became thinner and thinner as Ivan repeated each sweep with the staff not keeping everyone outside as calm as possible. The police and nearby general hospital sending anyone they could spare as well to keep eyes on everyone.

Tension was building as time passed, they had gotten nearly everyone out in record time with monumentally good behaviour but a few patients still remained. The staff still searching split to gather the stragglers and Ivan headed back down stairs to free Alfred.

The door banging against the wall startled the young blond but he was immediately relieved at seeing Ivan again but it was short lived as soon as Alfred saw his expression. He rushed towards the door of his room "Vanya!? Everything okay?"

"Gas leak" he explained as he rapidly unlocked the door. Ivan ushered Alfred forward and guided him up the stairs towards the exit as he explained that everyone was gathered outside until they could clear the building for safety. One misstep, however, left Ivan falling from the topmost step to the unforgiving concrete floor below. Harsh, head-splitting ringing prevented him from orienting himself and his eyes were struggling to focus past the foggy shape moving in front of him. He felt a chill wash over him and he tried to remember how he got to this point. He thought it was silly that the shape was still rapidly moving over him and he cracked a smile. Something changed though as the shape stopped moving and came into focus, if only for long enough that Ivan was able to weakly lift a hand and find contact with something "Fredka" he mumbled with a smile, he was unsure of why he said it but it felt right for the thing above him. His smile slowly faded as he lost strength in his hand and it went limp in the warm hand holding it.

"Ivan! Vanya! Vanya!? Please baby! No, no, no don't close your eyes. Stay with me! Please…baby…please" Alfred faded off into choked off sobs as the blood spread around them. Old and new blood mixing, flowing ceaselessly from Ivan's skull and mixing with the remains of Alfred's wounds and going unnoticed as Ivan's heart slowed and he took his last breath.

A sharp gasp left chapped lips and an all too bright light met his eyes.

"Vanya? Finally" Alfred said with relief as he wiped his face with a cool rag.

Ivan shifted quickly, head still throbbing "I'm so happy" he whispered as he hugged his love tightly, embedding his feeling and warmth that was long overdue.

A gentle hand smoothed down ashen locks "I'm here baby, you're alright. We have all the time in the world now" was Alfred's soft reply as he tried to ignore the wetness soaking his fingers "I love you Vanya…"

"I love you too Fredka" Ivan answered as he started to drift off again with a smile, losing himself to the scent of comfort and the warmth surrounding him.

That's it everyone! Whether you chose this ending or the previous one is up to you, I just wanted to try my hand at writing without a partner. That's right, after a certain point in the beginning this chapter is all me so I apologize if anyone was particularly out of character. Thank you for sticking by this story since chapter one and I hope that you enjoyed the endings to some extent if you chose to read them both.

Let me know which ending was your favourite and what you thought of the story! If you have any thoughts or tips, especially considering about 98% of this ending is my own writing over about a week or two, please let me know because they are definitely appreciated and I really want to improve! I'll be taking a tiny break after this story but I'll start posting again by the third week in December or so after I'm done with my final and it'll probably be a short RusCan story while I'm editing another long RusAme but I'll be posting again before too long~

As always, thank you so much for reading this! I hope you enjoyed this wild ride and if you have any thoughts please leave a comment or message me!
~Poison