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Part 39 � A Chipped
Mug

Will�s two weeks of enforced bed rest begun.� Don was still officially attached to the DEA,
and they graciously granted him two more weeks of Family Leave.� Don was kept busy with caring for Will, who
daily grew healthier and more snappish.�
Will was used to taking care of himself as well as being very active,
and Don used all the threats he could think of to keep him from getting out of
bed.�� Beyond the haircut, Will was only
allowed out of the bedroom to get driven to his physical therapy, speech
therapy and doctor�s appointments.� Don
tried to keep him entertained, but Will was a hard patient to manage.

Don was grateful every time someone else dropped by, even if
they didn�t bring food.� Cindi came every
day after work and spent an hour distracting Will.� Charlie and Colby visited, Nena too when she
was around.� Alan was the best � engaging
Will in lengthy, spirited conversations and giving Will stiff competition on
Trivial Pursuit: Baby Boomers Edition.�
He also always brought food, something which Don shamelessly
appreciated.� He tried his best in the
kitchen, but Will was snarky about his cooking at the best of times, and now
Will was downright nasty about it.

Sanchez and other DEA agents also came by with updates on
the construction of the case against Rubel, though his offenses were so
technologically deep that they usually just reported general impressions.� Robin Brooks was first assigned to the case,
but had to be excused because of her previous relationship with Don.� Don was eventually going to have to get on
the stand himself, though that seemed a ways off.� Rubel�s crimes were testing a lot of computer
privacy laws and precedents, and he�d gotten himself a very savvy lawyer.� When they finally went to court, everyone
expected the trial to take months then get appealed and kicked up the
ladder.� Don didn�t really mind that it
was taking so long to convict Rubel.� As
far as he was concerned, Rubel was already being punished, since he wasn�t
allowed any contact with computers more complex than a digital clock.

As Don was putting a mug into the dishwasher � chipped
because Will had thrown it at him � he was seriously considering following
through on his threat to strap Will to the bed.�
Dr. Jones had no idea the challenge she�d given Don when she said that
Will needed to stay in bed for at least two weeks.� Even Monster was hiding in the back yard.�

Don shut the dishwasher and went to check the calendar.� He counted off the days and decided that
twelve days of enforced bed rest was just going to have to be enough.

�Hey babe,� he said, going back to the bedroom.� Will eyed him and mumbled something that it
was probably better Don didn�t hear.

Don asked, �Wanna go for a walk?�

Will�s eyebrows shot up.�
�Is my jailor getting soft?�

�Your jailor,� Don
said with a huge sigh of relief, �Is off duty as of now.� Though I still reserve the right to keep an
eye on you.�

�Finally!� Will cheered and tossed the TV remote across the
room.

Don grinned and got both of their shoes from the closet.

They had a leisurely walk around the neighborhood, Will
taking deep breaths of outside air.� Don
doubted that Will had spent an entire month inside since he was a baby.� Monster even joined them, dashing back and
forth between trees then bringing Will a dead cricket for a present.

When they got back to the house, Don was pleased to see that
Will didn�t look tired from the unaccustomed exercise.� His shoulder still obviously pained him, but
he�d recovered most of his overall strength � as the chipped mug attested.

Don sat on the bed to remove his shoes and Will sat next to
him.�

�Hi,� Will said, putting an arm around Don and pulling him
close.

�Hi,� Don said and his lips met Will�s halfway.� Will tasted delicious and his fingers drew
fiery trails down Don�s neck.

�Cindi�s come by for the day and everyone else calls first,�
Will said against Don�s mouth, his hands roaming down Don�s back.� Unthinking, Don put his hand on Will�s
injured shoulder and Will grunted in pain.

Don pulled back reluctantly.�
�I know I said you were out of jail, but I don�t think you�re up to
this.�

�Dammit,� Will snapped.�
�Are you going to treat me like I�m made out of china for that rest of
my life?�

�Not the rest of your life, just until your shoulder is a
little better.�

�And when will that be?��
Will said, falling back to the bed with a groan.� �I�m going crazy.�

�I know,� Don said wryly.�
�Me too.�

They looked at each other in silence for a moment.� Something which Don had suppressed for a long
time rose up in him, hot and ugly.� Will
raised his eyebrows and cocked his head at whatever he saw in Don�s face.

Don pressed his lips together and looked away.

�Don?�� Will asked.� �What is it?�
I�ll get to 100% eventually.� And
if you can�t wait, you could��

�You�ll get better soon,� Don interrupted him.

�Don?� Will repeated.�
�What is it?�

�Nothing,� Don said.�
�I�m just tired.�

�Don,� Will said, his voice sharp.� �The rule about truth still stands, even if
did get shot.�

Anger surged into Don, wild and pulsing, driving him to his
feet.� �You got shot.� You almost fucking died in my arms.� What gives you the right to do that?�

Will blinked at him.

Words that had been held back too long poured from Don�s
mouth.� �Don�t think I didn�t figure it out.� You got him to point the gun at you.� You let yourself get shot so I wouldn�t get
shot.� How dare you make that choice?�

�But�� Will began.

�Don�t give me that crap about the lead investigator or
something.� It comes down to you deciding
that you were the most expendable person in the room.� That�s bullshit.� I�m not going to do that argument.� I know your whole life people have told you
that you were worthless, screwed-up, garbage.�
You are not.� And if all the time we�ve been together
hasn�t convinced you otherwise, I may as well just shoot myself in the head
right now, because you�re gonna get yourself killed and I can�t do this again.�� The anger drained out of him, leaving him
cold and trembling, but also deathly certain.�
He would not survive the next time.

Will stared at him, his eyes wide and showing white around
the edges.� Finally, he whispered, �You
think I should have let him shoot you instead?�

Don shook his head tiredly.�
�I think that you should have gone sideways
instead of towards him.� I think that if
you hadn�t been right at Jarvis�s throat, John wouldn�t have been able to shoot
you point blank.� Yeah, he might have
shot me, but maybe not, too.� You going
sideways would have distracted him, and I could have tackled him.� Maybe pushed him into John coming out the
same door.� No, you had to be a martyr.�

Suddenly, Will started laughing.� It was a harsh, choking sound and Don
flinched.�

�Talk � about the pot � calling the kettle black,� Will
gasped.� �Mr. Inferiority Superman
Kill-Me-First Martyr-Complex Eppes.�

�I�m not like that,� Don protested.�

�Like hell you�re not,� Will said.� �You would have thrown yourself in front of
that bullet if you could have.�

�If it would have stopped you from��

�Hah!� Will said, his eyes flaring.� �What gives you the right to do that?�

It was Don�s turn to blink at the unexpected attack.� �I ��

Will shook his head.�
�What about the people that care for you?�� Will�s eyes softened.� �Don, you say you couldn�t do this again,
couldn�t see me shot again.� If it was
you that had gotten shot, in a coma, I don�t think I could survived it one
time.� I�m not gonna say I�m not glad it
was me that was shot and not you.� I am
glad.�

Don closed his eyes and gave a dry snort.�� They were two of a kind, alright.� Opening his eyes, he gave Will a crooked
smile.� �I have an idea.� How about we don�t work together again?�

Will smiled weakly and reached for Don�s hand.� �That I can agree to.��

He took Don�s hand and pulled him close.�
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