I had no idea what the heck was happening. Ty, my best friend and boyfriend who had his brains blown out on live television that was seen by everyone in the city, and had been dead for whole year, was suddenly living in our house, and sleeping in my bed. No one knew why Ty was alive, not even him, or what the heck to do about it. 

I loved Ty, and I was glad that he was back, I guess, but his sudden reanimation, or whatever happened to him, had caused a lot of emotions in me. I was, honestly, a bit distraught over the arrival of my previously dead best friend, which I think was understandable all things considered. 

Ty wanted to spend as much time as he could with me, and the feeling was more or less mutual, so I never objected to it when he would insist on hanging out with me. However, sometimes, I would get a bit overwhelmed by the fact that I actually could spend time with Ty, because he was supposed to be dead, so I would tell him that I couldn't hang out because I was spending the day with Steven, then Steven and I would go out and do stuff. 

I didn't get to spend as much time with Steven as I wanted to, because Steven had gone back to spending all of his time in his lab, and he wouldn't let me come down there with him for some reason. I was a bit hurt, thinking that maybe Steven had just finally gotten sick of me, but I tried not to let it show when I was around Steven, and tried to tell myself that that wasn't the case, because Steven loved me just as much as I loved him. It was a bit hard to believe that when Steven would shut himself away from me though. 

When Steven and I did spend time together though, it was nice. We would go out, and just walk, or wheel, around the city, or sometimes go to restaurants and stuff. We would talk about whatever came to our minds, or just sit in comfortable silence. Conversations were never forced, or unpleasant, and the silences that fell between us were never heavy or lingering. We interacted naturally with each other, and it was easy to forget that when we got back to the house, Steven was going to go back down into his lab, and leave me upstairs until it was time for me to go to bed. 

Steven made sure to carry me to my bed, and pretty much tucks me in every night. One night in particular, Ty was sleeping in Warren's room with him, per Warren's request, so Steven sat on the side of my bed and rubbed my back gently while talking to me for a little while. 

"Hey Steven?" I had asked him. 

"Yeah Gill?" He asked back.

"Why did you never have kids. Based on how your are with me, you would have made a great father." I chuckled the last part, and Steven chuckled a bit too. 

"I never met someone I wanted to have kids with." Steven shrugged. "I was more concerned with my studies and stuff to worry about dating, and when I did date, I was never able to see myself spending the rest of my life with any of them, much less having kids. Besides, a lot of people would probably tell you that I would actually make a really bad father." 

"Did you and Warren ever date?" Steven chuckled at the bluntness of my question, but smiled, and shifted so that he was sitting back against the headboard of my bed nonetheless. 

"We did for a little bit, yeah." 

"What happened?" 

"We just make better friends. We were roommates in college, which is how we met, and after spending a lot of time together and becoming really good friends, we started to develop feelings for each other, I guess. Then one night we were just hanging out in our dorm, and I was sitting at my desk, ranting about one of my professors, and Warren just interrupted me by kissing me. I kissed him back, one thing lead to another, and we did - uh...something. Then we were dating for a little while after that. Then one day we just went back to being friends." 

"Do you regret not staying with him?"

"Not really. Sometimes I miss it I guess, but we're still really good friends, and that's often more than enough for me. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Ty kissed me on his first night back here, and I told him that I had a different boyfriend now. He said that it's ok, but I know that he's upset about it. Do you think I'm going to regret moving on after Ty died?" I asked. I was pretty sure Steven could tell that I was upset and worried, because his face softened when he looked down at me. 

Steven seemed to think for a moment before making me scoot over a bit. Steven crawled under the covers with me, and moved me around, and shifted himself until we were both lying down. I decided to take advantage of the fact that Steven was very clearly going to be staying the rest of the night in my room, because I definitely wasn't going to let him sneak back down to the lab, and moved until I was laying between Steven's legs with my head resting on his stomach. 

"I really don't think you will regret moving on, Gill." Steven told me, rubbing patterns into my shaved hair with one hand, and rubbing my upper back soothingly with the other. "You really like Mike, and you're very happy with him. I know you love Ty, but you love Mike too, and you like being Mike's boyfriend, and Ty's best friend."

"You're right. I love Mike. I kind of wish I could just date both of them. Not like, cheating on anyone or anything, but more like all of us dating each other and being happy. You know?" 

"You can. People do that a lot. They have perfectly healthy relationships that consist of more than two people, and they're all dating each other. I believe the term is 'poly'."

"Really? Do you think Mike and Ty would be ok with that?" 

"You would have to talk to them and find out." 

"I think I should wait for things to settle down first."

"That's probably a good idea." 

Soon after that, I fell asleep, lulled into relaxation by the sound of Steven breathing, and the feeling of his stomach rising and falling as he did. 

*** 

Ty and I were hanging out in the library of the house when there was a knock at the door. People rarely ever came to the house for any reason, but when they did, they were usually there for Steven or Warren, so when Warren came bustling out of the kitchen to answer the door, I just ignored it. I figured it was probably some sort of salesmen who was hoping to get a huge investment from someone living in a clearly expensive house, but then Warren knocked lightly on the door to the library, causing Ty and I both to look up at him. 

"It's for you Gill." Warren said softly. I just watching in confusion and slight curiosity as Warren stepped to the side and revealed that Mike was standing behind him. 

I had texted Mike telling him about my leg, and about being kidnapped and stuff, so he knew that I was in a wheelchair, but I hadn't seen him since I was kidnapped, or gone into great detail about what had happened to me. I prefered to keep Mike out of the mess that was the mutant side of my life if at all possible, but I wasn't always successful. 

Mike looked down at me, and didn't seem to know if it was ok for him to be upset, or how he should act around me. I could tell that he wanted to rush to my side and make sure that I was ok, but he didn't want to make me feel uncomfortable, and didn't know what was ok to do. So, I figured I would help him out by making the first move. 

"Hey Mike. I've missed you." I said softly, and Mike smiled a but sadly at me, then walked over. 

"I've been worried about you. So has Bell. Are you ok?" Mike asked, crouching down in front of me, and placing a hand on my remaining leg, looking up at me in concern. 

"I'm ok now Mike."

"You cut your hair."

"I did. You touch it if you want. It's ok now." With my permission, Mike reached up and ran a hand through my buzzed hair with a warm smile on his face. 

"It looks nice."

"Thank you." After that, I looked over at Ty, who was sitting in a nearby chair, and saw that he was watching Mike and I both curiously, and patently. 

"Oh, Mike this is Ty. Ty, this is my boyfriend Mike." I said, and was a bit tense when I saw Mike immediately frown at me in question, his brows furrowing. 

"How...?" Mike asked. He had listened to everything I had to say about Ty, and knew when, how, and why Ty had died. So he also knew that there wasn't supposed to be a way for Ty to be sitting in front of him. 

"None of us know. I think it's nice that you two can actually meet though." I said, and I let Mike and Ty talk for a bit, getting to know each other. 

I had to admit, I was a bit nervous about Mike and Ty meeting. I was worried that they wouldn't like each other, which would mean that the three of us dating would definitely not being an option. I was also worried that Mike would think it was weird for Ty, my ex boyfriend of all people, to all of a sudden be back from the dead, so he would decide that he can't be friends or anything with me anymore, and leave. 

However, Ty and Mike chatted happily, getting to know each other, and acting as if Ty wasn't some sort of zombie, which was nice. Mike settled comfortably on the floor in front of me, leaning against my leg a bit to help him stay comfortable, and I found myself reaching out to rub his back gently with one hand, and reaching out to hold Ty's with my other. 

The three of us were talking with each other happily, when there was another soft knock on the library door, causing all three of us to look up. Standing in the doorway was Steven, which was a bit of a surprise, because it was the middle of the day and Steven was usually still down in his lab at this time, but not unwelcome. Steven looked a bit surprised and curious by Mike's presence, but not upset about it. 

"Can you come down to my labe with me Gill? I have something I want to show you." Steven said to me, looking excited. 

"Sure." I responded curiously, wondering if I was finally going to get to see what Steven had been doing in his lab for so long. 

Mike and Ty followed me as I wheeled behind Steven into his elevator. It was a bit of a tight fit with all four of us and my wheelchair squeezed into such a small space, but it was a short ride, and none of us complained. When we stepped out of the elevator, Mike looked around in amazement, having never seen the lab before, and Ty walked right up to the glass display in the corner of the room where his suit was as soon as he saw it. 

"You guys kept it?" Ty asked, keeping his eyes on the suit. 

"Yeah. We cleaned the...blood off of it, then kept it safe in there." Steven explained, looking at the suit with Ty. 

"Who did this one belong to?" Ty asked, turning to the Sunshine suit that was put in a display case after I lost my leg. I didn't like it being in there, taunting me and reminding me that I was never going to be able to be Sunshine again, but I guess it made Steven feel better to have it. 

"After you died, I took you last words to heart, and I took up superheroing too. Then I got my powers when I accidently killed Pip. After that I spent a lot of time being Sunshine, and using my powers for good. But then some stuff happened a few times, and I had to have my leg amputated. I can't be Sunshine anymore." I explained, staring at the suit. 

"You followed my footsteps?" Ty asked me, sounding touched. 

"Of course I did. That's what you asked for when you died. I can't do it anymore though."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Steven interrupted, and I turned to find him looking excited, which only served to make me even more curious about what he had planned. 

"Why not?" I asked. Instead of answering, Steven walked up to me and picked me out of my wheelchair and set me on a metal table. 

I watched as Steven happily pulled a long black box off of a nearby counter, and set it on the table beside me. I was trying to see what was inside the case, feeling far to eager to know what Steven had been doing in his lab to wait for him to show me himself, but Steven had opened the case so that I couldn't see around the lid, and was taking his sweet time showing me.  

When Steven finally did show me his creation, I felt my eyes well up with tears. Steven was holding a metal leg that was clearly high tech, and most certainly meant for me. It had lots of yellow, orange, and gray shapes on it that reminded me a little bit of Ty's Shadow-Man suit, and was the exact same size as my remaining leg. I looked up at Steven, feeling a single tear fall from my eye and burn it's way down my face. Steven's face shifted from excitement to concern as he set the leg back in it's case, and wiped my tear away with his sleeve. 

"What's wrong?" Steven asked, looking worried and a bit disappointed.

"Nothing's wrong. You built me a leg." I replied, smiling up at Steven. 

"Well yeah. You were so sad about not being Sunshine anymore, and I know that you don't like the wheelchair, so I made you a leg so you could walk again." 

"Thank you Steven." I said, reaching out and pulling Steven into a hug, burying my face against his chest. Steven returned the hug happily, placing a caring kiss on the top of my head.

"Of course Gill. I'll have to put you under to surgically attach the leg, but I promise you'll be asleep the whole time, and won't wake up until I'm done. Then I'll give you something for the pain when you do wake up. You'll be good as new." Steven explained. 

"I love you Steven."

"I love you too."