A/N. Last chapter yay! I don't own anything.

"I'm fine, James." Logan said for what felt like the fiftieth time that afternoon. He sighed when James once again, ignored him, and wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting him as they walked from the car to the house. "It's so good to be home," He said contentedly, leaning against James as he waited for him to open the door. "I love being a doctor but being a patient is the worst."

"I agree," James said, swinging the door open and taking Logan's arm. "I wouldn't mind if you were never a patient again. Actually, I wouldn't mind if you never went back to the hospital again. Find a new job. A safer one. What about a computer consultant? Don't they work at home? You'd never have to leave."

Logan chuckled softly at the hopeful tone in James' voice. "But I need to be a doctor, James. Don't worry about when I go back because it won't be for a long time. Even if I tried to go back early, they wouldn't let me in."

"Well," James began to point out. "To get to them, you'd have to get past me and. . ." He trailed off as he led Logan to the couch and eased him down with the utmost care. "I'm not about to do that anytime soon. I don't want to let you out of my sight right now." He sat down beside Logan and pulled him close, being careful not to hurt him. "It's so good to be home but only because you're here with me." He said quietly. "I thought for a moment that I'd have to do this alone."

Logan rested his head on James' shoulders and shut his eyes. "You wouldn't have been alone." He reminded James. "Carlos and Kendall."

James shook his head though. "It wouldn't have been the same."

Logan looked up at the mere whisper that James' voice had become. "No," He said slowly. "It wouldn't have been the same. Any time you lose someone close to you, your life is changed. But I know you would have been okay eventually. It would have taken time but you're a strong person and Kendall and Carlos are the greatest guys you could have at your side." He reached up a brushed a tear away from James' face. "I'm right here, James." He said gently. "You don't have to worry about losing me right now."

In one smooth motion, James brought Logan into his lap in a close hug. "Logan," He said tearfully. "I know that and it means the world to me." He shut his eyes and stayed perfectly still for a long minute, feeling Logan brush his fingers through his un-kept hair and listening to him talk quietly. "I love you," He said after some time.

"I love you too, James." Logan replied, placing a light kiss cheek. "Thanks for not giving up on me by the way."

"I couldn't." James said truthfully. "I could never really give up on you, Logan." He smiled and allowed himself to relax as he held Logan in his arms. After some time he noticed Logan seemed to be getting tired and he reluctantly pulled away. "Want to head upstairs? You might be more comfortable there."

Logan nodded and stood up slowly, trying and failing to hide the obvious pain on his face. "It's nothing," He started to dismiss James' unnecessary panic. "I'll be okay, James. I just need to lay down and rest, that's all. Hospital beds aren't the greatest and with all the doctors and nurses coming in and out of my room I was never really able to relax. I'm home now so I should be fine."

James released the breath he had been holding. "Okay, good. But let me help you anyway."

"James, I-" Logan stopped talking to cling to James' shoulders as he was unexpectedly swung into his arms. "James, you're being ridiculous. I can walk."

"Not up the stairs," James said firmly. "Not today anyway." He stared at Logan's face, mixed with shock and embarrassment. "Please," He added, knowing that it would work.

A smile twitched at the corners of Logan's lips and his blush faded away. "Fine then." He gave in with an exaggerated sigh and allowed James to carry him up the short flight of stairs and into the bedroom. He sighed once again but this time out of comfort when James laid him down.

"Will you be okay for ten minutes?" James asked, straightening up. "I haven't showered in a while and-"

"Go ahead," Logan nodded and waved him weakly away. "I'll be here." He opened his half-closed eyes when he didn't hear James move away and pulled him into a kiss. "I promise I'll be here, Jay."

James nodded and kissed Logan one last time before he hurried off to the bathroom. He hadn't been home since before the shooting and he hadn't even taken the time to take advantage of the hospital showers until the doctors were certain that Logan would make a full recovery. Even then it had been a quick shower. So he was obviously in desperately need to a good cleaning.

He pulled his shirt off, grimacing when he realized for the first time just how much he smelled. Why had Logan never said anything? Because Logan would never ever say anything bad about anyone, especially James. James rolled his eyes, telling himself he'd have to have a talk with Logan about his tendency to be too nice to everyone. After all, wasn't honesty the best policy?

As good as the warm water felt on his aching shoulders and as much as part of James wanted to wash his hair, the part that wanted to be back with Logan won out and he finished a brief but thorough shower in ten minutes flat. He haphazardly ran a towel through his damp hair and pulled on a clean pair of sweats.

He walked back into the bedroom quietly, and smiled when he saw that Logan was already asleep. He sank down on the other side and pulled the covers over both of them and then reached for the TV remote, draping one arm around Logan. Before he could even turn the TV on, Logan stirred and he looked down. "I'm sorry. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Logan blinked sleepily and grinned up at James. "Kind of, but I don't mind. All I've done lately is sleep anyway."

"You should be getting your rest." James pointed out worriedly.

"I am," Logan took the remote from James and turned the TV on. "I don't want to sleep though because I want to spend time with you. Let's watch Glee. We missed the last episode, didn't we? Aren't they supposed to sing original songs at regional?"

"Mhm." James murmured. "Well okay, but after that you need to sleep. Deal?"

Logan rolled his eyes at James' over protectiveness but he nodded in agreement. "Deal." He smiled at the look of satisfaction that crossed James' face and shifted even closer to him.

"Finally," James exclaimed when Kurt and Blaine shared their first kiss. "We've waited long enough, haven't we?" He laughed and leaned down to kiss Logan, surprised when Logan met him halfway and placed a hand on the back of his neck as if to keep him there.

For an instant, he forgot about everything. He forgot about Kurt and Blaine and Glee. He forgot about Kendall and Carlos and he even forgot about the shooting as Logan's lips moved against his in perfect synchronization. He became slightly lightheaded and breathless when they didn't break apart right away but he couldn't think straight to say anything. All James could think of was how much he had missed kissing Logan and being kissed back like this. He laid one hand on the side of Logan's face, stroking the smooth soft skin, and placed his free hand and Logan's waist. He shivered when he felt Logan pressed up tightly against his bare chest, his fingers brushing carelessly through his hair.

But then Logan turned and his hands slid from James' hair and ran down his chest. James gasped and broke the kiss when he felt Logan's fingers linger at the waistband of his sweats. "Logan," He said, trying to catch his breath. "No."

Logan drew away, looking surprised and dazed at the same time. "But-" He started to say, stopping when James laid a finger over his lips.

"Logan, you just got out of the hospital," He reminded him in a whisper. "Not today. You're supposed to be resting today, remember?" Before Logan could protest again, James went on. "I don't want to hurt you." He could tell by the slightly dimmed look in Logan's eyes that he already was hurting and he hated himself for it. "Just rest, please. For me."

Logan glared up at him and rose slightly to place one more kiss on his lips. "Fine," He mumbled. "But only for you."

"Whatever works." James smirked and then laid Logan back down, brushing his lips against his forehead. "Do you want to finish watching Glee or do you want to try and get some sleep?"

Logan turned to him, his eyes already drifting shut. "Sleep," He said, yawning. "You'll stay here, won't you?"

James nodded and laid down besides Logan, wrapping both arms around him. "Of course I will." He turned the TV off and shifted Logan so that he was laying more comfortably in his arms then dropped his head to the pillow, keeping his eyes open as he watched Logan start to fall asleep.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked when he heard James take an uneven breath. He opened his eyes and instantly he understood. "Hey," He whispered. "It's okay to cry, James. You don't have to be ashamed."

James chuckled dryly. "Yeah, but I feel like that's all I've done." He released Logan so that he could brush away the tears that hovered in his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. "I'm sorry," He apologized. "I just can't stop thinking about how close I came to losing you. Logan, you died. You were clinically dead for minutes and then you were on life support and then you had an infection and then you were in a coma and not responding at all and-"

Logan turned so that his back was pressed up against James' chest. He lifted James' hand and laid it over his own chest, right where his heart was. "Feel that?" He asked, craning his neck to meet James' gaze. "That means I'm alive, Jay. I'm right here with you and that's all that matters."

James was quiet for a minute and then nodded, his face brushing through Logan's hair. "Okay," He relented, a tiny smile appearing on his lips. "You're right, Logan. As usual."

Logan returned his smile and then dropped his head back onto his pillow. "That's better." He murmured, sleep pulling him into a restful state. "I'll see you in the morning, James. I love you."

"I love you, Logan." James replied, not moving from where his face was buried in Logan's hand and his one hand still rested over Logan's chest. He listened as Logan's breathing evened out until he was asleep. Each inhale and exhale was the most wonderful sound James could think of and the rhythmic beat under his palm was the most wonderful feeling ever. He had come so close to losing Logan but against all odds here they were, together again. Just as it should always be. James pressed one last kiss to the top of Logan's head and laid back down, closing his eyes. For the first time since before the shooting he felt himself being lulled into a peaceful slumber, the sound of Logan's breathing and the sensation of his heartbeat, a lullaby to James. Everything was going to be all right.

A/N. The end lol. For real this time. Everyone have a rainbow. I think I'm going to go cough up the huge ball of fluff that I swallowed. Peace!