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Recent years have witnessed remarkable growth in the Global Variable Speed Pool Pump market, primarily attributed to the escalating awareness of energy conservation and sustainability. Government regulations actively endorsing energy-efficient products and consumers' growing preference for eco-friendly options have significantly propelled market expansion. Furthermore, technological advancements have substantially enhanced the performance and durability of variable speed pool pumps, further amplifying their popularity. As the demand for energy-efficient pool equipment continues to surge, the Global Variable Speed Pool Pump market anticipates sustained growth and continuous innovation in the foreseeable future.

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*cackling* YESSSSSS! Thank you! This is fantastic!

I wish you would write a fic where... the wolfpack and their SOs get into a water gun fight with shifting alliances and chaos.

Oh my gosh, I love this 😚 OKAY

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Ash may be the beta of his pack, but he was not to be trusted when it came to his mate. The idea to pit the wolves against their significant others had not been his idea - yes, they had the pool, and he'd finished the renovations so that they could finally host a party like this, but a water fight, of all things, had not been on the table.

Some sun time, maybe some light refreshments, a chance to try out that new recipe for canapes he'd found the other week - yes.

But not this.

Water trickles down his face, dripping onto his chest as he slowly turns and levels his beta with a piercing stare. The grin Ash levels back is unapologetic.

"Turns out I was a double agent all along. Sorry, buddy."

David leaps for him - missing him by an inch as he dances off to the side, cackling his head off, and goddamnit, he'd always been fast, the little shit.

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I wish you would write a fic where...

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it’s because he’s afraid (exactly)

Wow. This is a monster of a fic and I have absolutely no apologies for writing it (nearly 30 pages of absolute angst!). First fic installation of the shifter ‘verse! Just to clarify, this happens later in the story, after all the boys know about Davey’s identity as a shifter, though they aren’t exactly... excited about it. Warnings up here for: panic, mentions of fatal (doesn’t happen), vore, a little bit of blood/injury, and fearplay. Hope y’all enjoy!

The cellar was cold.

More than cold. The darkness of the room was nearly suffocating. The air was damp and tasted of mould, and the harder Davey tried to focus on the sliver of light filtering in from beneath the heavy wooden door, the more his vision seemed to swim in and out of focus in a way that made his head spin. Everything around him was hazy. He could feel concrete under his palms and pressing against his back, and with every breath he forced himself to take in the darkness, the more painful the throbbing in his head grew. Inhaling, choking on the stagnant air, Davey balled his hands into fists. His shoulders shook.

How long has it been?

He didn’t know the answer.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

Long enough for the gash on his cheek to scab over and for the small pangs of hunger to turn to a constant ache. Every noise echoed. His heartbeat sounded far too loud, muffling the noises of footsteps and voices coming from upstairs to a point where they sounded like they were coming from another world, and they may as well have been. Not a single person had come down to see him since he’d been tossed into the dark, dank prison, not to ridicule him, not to bind him, not to—

His stomach growled.

A choked little moan wound up from his throat. Shifting his weight, trying in vain to curl up on his side rather than continue kneeling with his back pressed up against the ceiling, Davey managed to curl up tighter.

The fact that they’d gotten him into the cellar in the first place was his own fault, he knew, but he’d clung to that stubborn hope that maybe, just maybe, if he obeyed their commands they’d let him off easy, keep him with the other boys. Crutchie had said something about it, something about bunks crammed so tightly together you couldn’t see the floor, and Davey could’ve sworn he’d seen some of them as he’d been dragged through the refuge’s doors, but he couldn’t quite recall it. It had been a mess. A mess of colours and shapes that didn’t make sense, and it had been near dark when he’d been hauled in, anyway.

All he remembered was his heart beating out of his chest and the sound his shoes had made as they dragged across the floor. He remembered talking in a hushed voice, remembered giving up on struggling, remembered trying to talk down the pair of thugs that had him by the arms.

And that had gone so well.

One of his eyes was still swollen shut from being thrown down the stairs, and as he’d been thrown into the suffocating darkness, his cap had been snatched by one of the Delanceys.

One of his hands came to tug at his hair. It brushed against the ceiling, trembling slightly as it grabbed a fistful of mussed brown curls, pulling on them until they slid past his fingers and he was left with yet another dull ache on his head.

I’m such an idiot.

Crutchie had told him, he’d told him not to do it with such desperation painting his face, told him not to step in, but by then, they’d both known it was too late. It had been too late once he’d felt that familiar prickling over his skin and anger had pooled in his stomach in a thick, molten sludge, the kind of anger that words wouldn’t fix, and from there it had been a blur. A blur of bruises. A blur of that shifting and changing, of his hands gripping the fabric of someone’s shirt, pinning them down against his better judgement and hissing at Crutchie to run.

His breaths were growing shaky again. He could hear it with every ragged inhale, and try as he might to fight back the choked, desperate sobs trying to escape his throat, little whimpers pulled from his lips.

How long has it been?

Came the question again. Louder.

How long until they come beat you black and blue?

How long until Les realizes his brother might not be coming home?

How long until Jack—

He sank his teeth into his lip, scarcely realizing that he’d drawn blood until the taste of it made him gag.

Don’t think about Jack.

It was easier said than done. He knew he’d wasted that first day crying out pathetically, begging for a second chance every time he saw shadows block the line of light, asking why they’d done this, asking what gave them the right to lock him in a filthy basement just because he was a freak, and do you know who I am? Do you know who’s on my side? They’ll bust me out of here, you’ll see.

He clung to those words, still. He’d clung to them until his throat was hoarse. He’d clung to them afterward. He’d clung to them as his eyelids had grown heavy and he’d succumbed to sleep’s siren song, halfway convinced he’d wake up to see a certain newsie standing there with fire in his eyes and telling him to get his sorry ass in gear.

And then he’d woken up.

Breathed— more like choked on— the stale air and shivered in the damp cold that had settled in the night under his checkered shirt and dirty vest.

Heard the noise of voices upstairs.

Realized that Jack hadn’t come.

Curled up tight against the sudden urge to sob.

He’d stayed like that until that itching, tingling feeling had made his skin burn and his back brush against the ceiling. He’d stayed like that until the support beams started to creak in indignance at Davey’s increasing size. He’d stayed like that until his legs had gone numb and his fingers were pressed tightly against the heavy door as if he could force it open.

Not that he could. He could barely force his eyes to stay open, and any movement he made only made the ache in his limbs worse.

Stop thinking like that.

Piped a voice that sounded eerily like his own.

Don’t lose hope.

How many times had he told Jack to do that same thing? How many times had he grit his teeth and been the one telling all the other sunken-faced boys to lighten up? He was the only one who hadn’t paid a visit to the refuge’s stone keep, and the other boys had all come out okay. He’d be fine.

Trying to regulate his breathing with the rational thoughts, Davey closed his eyes and furrowed his brow.

It’s been two days, right?

He’d fallen asleep twice.

So this…

This is day three.

A stone settled in his empty stomach.

Three days of waiting for a rescue that isn’t coming.

He was stupid for thinking it. Crutchie must’ve gotten nabbed, that would explain it, though both of the Delanceys had pounced on him once he’d gotten himself back to normal and tried to talk them down, and they’d been occupied with dragging him back to the refuge, which would’ve given Crutchie plenty of time to get him some help—

Help that didn’t come.

A voice in his head hissed.

Help that didn’t come even though you were looking for it and shouting for it at the top of your lungs.

Help that isn’t coming because Crutchie couldn’t be bothered to tell Jack—

Or maybe he did tell Jack, but Jack couldn’t be bothered to—

He didn’t realize he was crying until a hiccup caused him to bump his head against the ceiling and tears made his eyes sting. He didn’t try wiping them away. His hands were both by the door, and they quivered and twitched weakly with every wavering breath he managed to take.

Would you just focus?

If they were here, they wouldn’t know you’re in the cellar, and if they were smart about it, you wouldn’t know they were here until that door opened and—

A creak sounded from the staircase.

Davey’s breath caught in his throat. His whole body stiffened, freezing up without so much as a warning, the constant ringing that had filled his ears for the past three days suddenly disappearing, giving way to another creak from the stairs, followed by some grunting and the scuffing of boots.

Don’t get your hopes up.

It’s probably the Delanceys.

Here to throttle you and toss you out on the streets once you shift back.

His heart was starting to race. The voices were growing less and less muffled by the second, sounding less like nonsensical mumbles and more like—

“Wouldya get your stinkin’ ‘ands offa me? I’s goin’!”

No.

The beating of his heart— that noise that had filled his head— stopped as his heart lurched in his chest. Although his throat hurt and the air was grimy, he couldn’t stop a terrified, strangled noise from escaping his lips.

A name.

“Jack.”

It didn’t sound like him. It sounded raspy. Broken. Desperate. The second after he croaked it out, Davey clamped a hand over his mouth and tried to back away from the door, his heart thrumming louder by the second in his veins.

“Ya happy now?” Came another voice— Oscar— or maybe Morris— “like we said, we’s takin’ you t’yer pet, alright? So stop—“

Jack ignored them. Davey could hear his footsteps increasing in volume, thundering down the rickety stairs with a sudden burst of force. “DAVEY! DAVE, WHAT HAPPENED—“

A thump that sounded more like a shove made Davey suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, his body beginning to quiver as the footsteps grew louder. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the noise of another shove.

“Nothin’s ‘append! We haven’t touched ‘im!” promised the other brother— that one was Oscar.

“‘Cept for when we threw ‘im down there,” piped Morris.

“An’ roughed ‘im up on th’ way...” Oscar added, earning a chuckle from his brother.

“OH, and we definitely punched ‘im at least three times.”

More than that.

He had bruises to prove it. His swollen eye had been bad before the tumble down the stairs, and the nasty gash on his cheek hadn’t been from the first, second, or third blow. Pressing one hand to the slit in his skin, Davey tried to ignore the pained noises that were growing more and more audible. Jack’s pained noises.

What did they do to you?

As much as he wanted to cry out, he knew there wasn’t a point. Jack knew he was here, and his voice was so broken and shredded from that first night that he knew it would do far more harm than good. It would just encourage the Delanceys, though Oscar and Morris didn’t seem to need any further encouragement. Davey had practically tuned their mocking voices out. The cacophony of his panicked thoughts and rasping, laboured breaths coupled with his thundering heartbeat made everything sound like it was underwater. Everything except for Jack.

“Get OFFA me!”

“We said we’s takin’ ya to ‘im! Said it twice,” a dull crack of a fist against a jaw punctuated the statement, “so it’s in your best interest ta can it!” Oscar’s voice was dripping with malice. Davey could see it so clearly in his mind’s eye that it hurt, see the two brothers with Jack hanging between them as he was forced down the rickety staircase.

“Bastards,” Jack spat through his teeth, “when I get outta here—”

Shadows crossed in front of the door, and before Jack could finish his sentence, he crashed against the door with a thud. It had to be him.

Swallowing, Davey tried to summon his words despite the fact that his hands were trembling profusely. “J-Jack—” He began, though he was quickly silenced by the sound of a hand connecting with the door, the noise of the locks jingling following shortly after.

“Dave?”

His voice was so close that it hurt.

Davey’s heart lurched. With his body moving without his permission, he found himself with one hand— one massive, monstrous hand that pinned down Oscar like he was nothing, did you think of that, Davey?— inches from the door.

“Jack,” he choked, voice turning desperate, the sudden reality hitting him upside the head with enough force to send him reeling.

The Delanceys are with him, which means this isn’t a rescue.

Choking a little on his own breath, Davey’s tone turned urgent. “You— you shouldn’t be here, you—“

“Aw, gee, Dave, I’m touched,” came a snappy reply, though it was quick to break into a yelp followed by a sharp crack of a body connecting with the door.

“Sheesh, if ya wanted t’see your boyfriend so bad, why’d you fight us the whole way down?” Morris sneered over the rasping, heavy noises of Jack trying desperately to inhale.

Another crack. From the light under the door, Davey couldn’t tell who’d been hit, though the pained moan that followed no less than a second after caused him to draw away from the noise. Had things been different, he knew he would’ve cried out. He could’ve pried the door off its rotting hinges and flung himself into the fray as though it was Les in danger, could’ve tried to reason, could’ve gotten Jack out of the way, could’ve done anything other than cower back further.

Cowering made his ribs feel like they were going to snap, but it didn’t stop him from drawing into himself, numb to everything but his heartbeat pounding through his veins and the shadows slipping under the doorframe, numb until—

With a bang, the door flew open, and before Davey could truly process what had happened, his hands shot forward to catch something that tumbled into the cellar with him. Something warm. Something breathing.

“Jack…” He whimpered, cupping his hands around the battered boy. He couldn’t see much— his vision was covered in spots of purple from the light that was still flooding in, but Jack wasn’t moving. He wasn’t fighting the handling. He wasn’t moving at all, was he even breathing? What if was dead, what if he’s—

“Shit, he’s a big one,” Morris hissed, causing Davey’s gaze to snap upright to the silhouettes of the two thugs standing in the doorframe, “maybe that story ‘bout that Conlon kid ain’t as bullshit as we thought…”

His stomach dropped.

They’ve heard.

Of course they’ve heard.

His discomfort must’ve shown on his face, because Oscar grinned. A wide, toothy, mocking sort of thing, and he spoke with enough malice to make Davey’s blood turn to ice in his veins and draw the limp form of Jack closer to himself.  “Hope it’s not. It’ll make this more interestin’ for Kelly…”

Blue eyes widening in a mixture of shock and terror, stomach churning at the implications, Davey opened his mouth to say something— anything, but—

The door snapped shut, dousing the cellar in darkness once more.

The silence left in its wake lasted about three seconds, but three seconds was long enough for Davey’s addled mind to finally snap into the present.

“You—“ he started, looking down at the dark shape of Jack in his palms, the gravity of the situation crashing down on him like a tidal wave, “—you’re joking.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was all he could get out.

You’re trapped, too.

Even in the dark and squinting through one eye, he could see the gleam of Jack’s eyes, the reflection of the light filtering in under the door make it look like they were glowing. “This is the part where you say ‘thank you’, Dave.” The other boy huffed, flatly, “but thanks for the sentiment. ‘Preciate it.” Catching his breath, Jack pressed one of his hands heavily against the surface of Davey’s palm and hissed: “now would’ja quit shakin’? You’s rattlin’ my brain around in my head, and if “I’s gonna get us outta here—”

It was then that Davey stopped paying attention. “Where were you?” He hissed, unable to keep his voice from cracking pathetically. His eyes were growing damp, and try as he might to keep from letting his anger boil over, his words were turning to a hiss as he bore down on the other boy in his palms. He was uncomfortably close and he knew it, and normally, he would’ve been able to calm himself down, but he found himself drawing Jack closer to his face to better see him in the low light.  “I— I’ve been down here for three days, Jack!”

Jack winced, but before he could even try to respond, Davey plowed forward. He’d been alone in the dark for three days, and try as he might to regulate himself, to keep his calm— those words had had longer to build up in his head.

“I thought you’d just left me here!” He snapped. “I— what, am I just not important to you? Do you even care?”

“Hey, Dave, e-easy—” Jack tried.

Davey barely heard him. His fingers were starting to curl around Jack’s sides, and when Jack tried to shift, their trembling grip tightened, silencing his sputtering. “I didn’t think anyone was coming! I waited, Jack! A-And if I’d tried, I could’ve escaped, b-but I didn’t— I didn’t want to cause a scene, and I thought— I thought you’d come!”

It sounded even more pathetic when he said it out loud. The wobbling of his voice didn’t help anything, either.

Through his teeth, he continued, struggling to keep himself from shouting. “I spent that whole first night thinking that I’d get w-woken up because you were there, but you weren’t, and I thought you’d f-forgotten I was even—”

“We did NOT forget you!” Jack snarled, his ferocity catching Davey off guard enough to make the taller break into a sharp gasp. “So get that outta your head right now, Jacobs!”

His eyes were stinging, his bad vision blurring even further in the dark, leaving him with just vague shapes. He could see Jack— still feel his weight and warmth on his palms— and as he tried to inhale past the knot in his throat—

“Dave, breathe.” Jack ordered.

Davey choked out a bitter laugh, the noise coming out in a garbled, breathy sob. “What’s it—”

Jack’s hand hit the surface of his thumb. “You ain’t breathin if you’s talkin’!” He snapped, and when Davey went to respond—

He was out of breath. When he inhaled, it was raspy and made his throat feel raw. It sounded like a wheeze. “I— I thought you weren’t g-gonna—” He began, stopping to choke down another ragged gasp and use a free hand to swat at his watering eyes. “—I thought you didn’t c-care enough to— t-to—”

Jack gave a small noise of frustration. “I did!” He hissed, “two days ago, we came in through the window!”

Davey’s mouth shut abruptly. Watching as well as he could, fighting back a small sniffle, he could make out the shape of Jack tugging at the hair that had snuck out from beneath his cap. “Two days ago,” he repeated, the anger just beneath the surface of his words alone enough to keep Davey quiet. “It  would’a been sooner, I swear it, but Crutch needed help an’ I wasn’t about to leave ‘im alone, and the other boys, once they heard what happened…”

A stone settled in Davey’s stomach when those glimmering eyes flicked away from his own.

“They didn’t want to go alone… did they?” He finished.

Jack didn’t look up. When he nodded, it was slow, as if he didn’t want to be doing it. “They just didn’t wanna find ya like this,” Jack explained, patting the surface of Davey’s palm beneath him for emphasis, “an’ after the whole thing with Spot… just bad timin’.” He explained. He still wouldn’t meet Davey’s eyes. Shifting, coughing slightly to clear his throat, Jack gave a dismissive shrug. “So we waited. Waited for morning, an’ the second the sun was up, you knows what we did?”

This time, it was Davey who looked away. Jack’s eyes looked dark. His teeth were grit, too, and although he was small in Davey’s hand, he certainly wasn’t powerless.

“Jack—”

“We came to get you outta this mess, only you weren’t there! We came in through the window— four o’ us. Specs, Albert, Racer and me, and you wasn’t there! Combed through everythin’ we could find, we did—” He stopped, suddenly enough to make Davey’s brow furrow.

“What?” He prompted, concern lacing his words.

“Found something ya might miss, is all. Just gotta…” Sticking a hand into one of the inner pockets of his vest, Jack pulled a dark item into the light, and before Davey could even ask what it was—

It connected with the side of his head with a soft thump before flopping lifelessly to the floor next to his hand, falling into the light filtering under the door.

My cap.

Turning his eyes to Jack, shifting so his hands were steadier, Davey moved to thank the other boy, but Jack spoke first.

“That’s all we found upstairs,” Jack mumbled, “an’ we took it as a sign that’cha busted out, but then Les said ya hadn’t been home and that you’s folks was worryin’.”

Jack took his own cap in his hands and leaned so his back pressed further against Davey’s fingers, fiddling with the clumsily stitched hem. “We didn’t know what to do. Crutchie felt the worst, I think. Kept on ramblin’ about how it was all his fault, which is some bullshit if I’ve ever heard it. He kept on tryin’ to think of any rooms we could’a missed when he got real quiet and mumbled somethin’ about a cellar.”

Davey swallowed hard. His hands were starting to tremble again, jostling the other boy in his grip. Jack swatted his thumb.

“Hey, I said t’cut that out,” he tried to joke, though it fell flat, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. It was almost quiet enough to hear the rustling of the other boys upstairs— the ones Davey had been dragged past in the darkness— beginning to softly chat. Bedsheets rustled, and if Davey really, really strained to hear it, he could almost hear laughter.

Delanceys must’ve left the room.

Awkwardly shifting, trying to breathe steadily, Davey carefully lowered his hands to the ground. “Sorry.” He murmured, hollowly, uncurling his fingers from around Jack.

Jack took the hint. With as much swagger as he could muster in the enclosed space, he slid his way out of Davey’s grasp and stood. “S’fine. Ain’t like I’s usin’ these here brains for nothin’, anyway.”

The best Davey could manage was a weak snort. It made his chest ache, Inhaling, opening his mouth to agree, Davey managed to get out the beginnings of a quip before his head started to spin. The world around him blurred together in a mess of dark shapes and colours that didn’t connect, and as he screwed his eyes shut against it, he was made aware of a low, whining sort of groan filling the air.

It was only when Jack’s hand tapped on his cheek that he realized it was pulling from his own throat.

“Shit, Dave, what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” Davey bitterly replied, still stubbornly refusing to open his eyes, “and that’s the problem.”

The noise of Jack inhaling was sharp. Already, he knew the other boy was going to ask for clarification, but before he could even deliver the question—

A muffled growl sounded from his middle, sudden enough to make him flinch and open his eyes, coupled with a hunger pang that made him shudder violently.

Jack stiffened. “Oh.” He mumbled, suddenly making Davey painfully aware of the space between the pair of them. Something in his chest pulled taut.

“Yeah.” He managed to get out. His throat felt tight. His eyes tracked Jack’s movements as the other boy began pacing, an almost predatory precision falling over his face. Subconsciously, he licked his lips. It had been easy to ignore the small twinges from his stomach when he was alone. He could focus on something else. Daydream. Retreat into his head like he always did when things got bad, but Jack’s presence was keeping him locked in the present, bringing to mind thoughts of how easy it would be to—

He swallowed, suddenly aware of the fact that his mouth wasn’t painfully dry anymore.

Jack took his cap in his hands. If he noticed Davey’s sharp gaze, he didn’t show it. “You means that this whole time… they was starvin’… you was starvin’...” He trailed off, blowing out a heavy breath through his teeth. “Shit, Davey, I’s sorry I took so long to come, but I didn’t wanna get caught—” He broke into a harsh laugh, the noise sudden enough to make Davey flinch. “—though I guess that didn’t matter none either, huh? Fuck.”

Jamming his cap on sideways, pacing growing quicker, Jack turned his attention to the door and slammed a fist against it, repeating himself, louder. “Fuck!”

“Language, Kelly,” Davey weakly intoned, earning a halfhearted glare from Jack.

“Whatever.” He hissed, attention flicking back to the door. We’s gettin’ outta here, now.” His hands began to pry at the door, scratching, searching for something to grip onto with a noise that made Davey close his eyes again.

“Can’t.” He rasped, quietly.

The scratching didn’t stop. If anything, it grew more dogged. “Shit, there’s gotta be a loose board or somethin’—”

“Jack.” A little louder this time.

Jack’s hands continued to scrape across the wooden door. “All I need’s a loose board. I’s gotten outta the refuge before, once we’s upstairs, we’s just gonna creep out th’ window an’ then—”

Inhaling sharply, opening his eyes as well as he could manage, Davey set his jaw. “Jack, I can’t.”

The scrabbling stopped as Jack whirled on him. “Why not?” He snapped. “You’s big enough ta be doin’ this part, jus’ get that there door open an’ get yourself back to normal, then we can bust outta this joint!”

An irritated little moan worked its way out of Davey’s throat. Gesturing as well as he could, fingers bumping up against the floor, he lowered his head slightly. “I can’t,” he hissed through his teeth, trying to ignore a small twinge from his gut.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “The hell ya mean, ya can’t?” He asked, incredulous. “You’s big enough ta scare the shit outta the Delanceys an’ you’s tellin’ me ya can’t—“

“I’ve been down here for three days!” Davey shrilled. Trying to shift his body so he was closer to Jack, he twisted his torso as well as he could despite the fact that he was wedged firmly in place.

“Yeah, you’s said,” Jack snarked back, his volume rising, “so fine. I’ll take th’ door, then you shift back an—“

“Do you have any idea how much energy it takes to shift?” Squaring his shoulders as well as he could while on his hands and knees, Davey lowered himself so his chin practically touched the floor. “I— Jack, I’m running on empty! I’d probably… I dunno, pass out or something, and then I’d never get out. I’m stuck like this!” Bringing one hand up to his head, he jammed it between the ceiling and his hair, curling his fingers in with his scruffy brown locks. Desperation was flickering to life in his eyes. “Even if I could change back, it’d be useless. I can barely even move without everything spinning— I can barely move at all!” He gave a bitter laugh. “Shit.”

Jack gave a weak laugh. “Language, Jacobs.”

Davey rolled his eyes and huffed. Taking a moment to gather his words, he couldn’t help but track Jack’s movements when the other boy began pacing. “I… I read about shifting when I first found out, and it… it takes a lot of power to change. Usually I’d have it all pent up, but now…” He broke into a huff. Raising a hand to shakily run through his hair, Davey exhaled through his teeth. “I’ve got none. A-And some shifters can get stuck, it— it just happens, Jack, we can’t— we panic, and then it kicks in like a defense, and then—”

A hand connected with his own. Had he been more in his right mind, he might’ve yelped in protest, but instead, all he did was stop talking and warily meet Jack’s eyes.

“Geez, you’s really out of it, huh?”

“I’s... it’s fine.”

Jack’s brow furrowed, though Davey barely saw it through a blink that took a little longer than normal. His eyes, however, were focused almost too sharply on Jack’s face.

“No, you’s not fine,” Jack was saying, though Davey barely registered it, “you’s talkin’ like me, that’s— that ain’t a good sign!”

When Jack started pacing again, pacing the small strip of the ground that wasn’t covered by Davey’s quivering shape, Davey felt another small twinge from his belly and a surge of saliva puddling on his tongue.

Don’t.

He swallowed. Shifted his weight.

“Does it matter?” He tried to banter back, squinting through his swollen eye. “Les isn’t here to hear it, so he can’t make… he can’t make fun of me.”

When Jack turned back to face the door, Davey swallowed again, trying to move so the ache in his legs was lessened. Anything to distract him from the newsboy standing in front of him.

“Okay, well, we ain’t stayin’ in here,” Jack grumbled.

Davey inhaled. Already, his mouth was open to speak, but—

“Don’t argue with me, Jacobs.” Jack’s hands were back on the door, nails scratching away at the wooden surface, looking for a lock or loose board that Davey knew wasn’t going to get found. “We’s just gotta think of a plan, s’all. You’s all about that shit, ain’t’cha?”

“Jack. It hurts to think.”

His vision was blurring again. The scene before him looked all smudgy, like when he’s once tried on his father’s glasses.

“How the hell is you alive, then? What, with all that thinkin’ ya do. Ain’t it what fuels ya?” Jack fired back as Davey slumped forward. His chin brushed the ground. If Jack noticed, he didn’t react. “I mean, what, you got all them big ole words in there, like what— ass-piss—“

Davey tried to laugh despite the fact that it made his ribcage feel too tight. “Auspicious?”

It came out almost slurred. He could feel something hot on his lower lip, and as he tried to lift his head and swatted at it—

You’re drooling.

—a gasp caught in his throat. He managed to clap a hand over his mouth before Jack turned his head, his smile a little more guarded. A little more wary. A little more like it had been after a certain incident with a certain Spot Conlon.

“Hey, what’s’a matter with you?”

Davey swallowed numbly. “I— it’s just—“ he tried, lowering his hand just a little, “—I dunno, pick something. I’ve been down here three—“

His stomach growled. Loudly. Loud enough to silence him mid-sentence and make his eyes fix on the floor in silent shame.

The silence was heavy. Too heavy. Heavy enough to make him feel almost queasy as he shakily inhaled. “Sorry.”

Are you?

Are you really sorry?

Another question he didn’t want an answer to.

“It’s fine,” came Jack’s response, and although there was a teasing edge to it, it was less gentle than normal. Harsher. “Just don’t go gettin’ any ideas.”

“Again, head hurts too much for that.” Davey huffed.

“Right, so long as it ain’t makin’ it so ya can’t think clearly, ‘cos I don’t want to end up in a certain spot that a certain Spot has visited, underst—”

“YES,” Davey hissed through his teeth with a voice sharp enough to echo a little in the enclosed space, “Jack, I got it! I— I promise you, that is the last thing on my mind!”

“Then why’s you droolin’?” Jack was getting closer to him, now. Even in the dark, Davey could see the way his shoulders were starting to tense.

“I’m not—” Something wet on Davey’s lower lip made his sureness falter, if only momentarily. He swallowed. Hard. He couldn’t stop himself from salivating, though, and to his horror, it only seemed to be getting worse. His fingers twitched as he raised his hand, clamping it firmly over his mouth. “—shit.”  He finished, weakly, his voice coming out in a sharp wheeze. “J-Jack, you know— you know I wouldn’t— n-not to you…” He trailed off almost desperately, the noise of Jack sighing one of the few rising above his own heartbeat throbbing away in his ears.

“Sure.”

It didn’t sound like he believed it. The silence that hung in the room was heavy as could be, though it was quickly broken by another mournful groan from the direction of Davey’s middle and a pang of hunger sharp enough to make Davey screw his eyes shut and give a choked off little whine. He didn’t look at Jack. He didn’t need to— shouldn’t, not with his instincts going absolutely ballistic. Already, he wanted to apologize, though for what was beyond him. It wasn’t his fault, not really, that they were in this absolute mess of a situation. Maybe if he’d fought back, things would be better, but—

Jack interrupted his thoughts. “The boys’ve gone quiet.”

Davey blinked. Wiping his mouth with his hand, disgustedly, he felt his lips tugging into a sharp frown. “What’s that got to do with anything?” He questioned, watching as Jack began to back away from the door.

“Means they’s not alone. Crutch says they never shuts up unless—”

A thump sounded from the stairs.

Davey’s heart sank. What was left of his hope was starting to disappear, and as much as he wanted it to be a familiar face— god, did he ever want to see Race or Romeo, Buttons, Specs, any of the other boys— he knew in his heart that that wasn’t the case. These weren’t footsteps that were trying to be quiet. They were loud, thumping down on the squeaky steps as though they hadn’t a care in the world.

“Five to one, ‘e’s dead.”

“You’re on.”

The Delanceys…

Something in his shoulders tensed at the realization. Their words were making his stomach twist. He could almost guess the reason why the bet was in place, though before he could come to any sort of conclusion, the door swung open, and there the brothers stood.

It was, thankfully, dark, save for the lantern the two carried, but it still stung Davey’s eyes to keep them open enough to see the rest of his dingy surroundings. He found himself squinting against it, already tensing, ready for another fight that he knew he didn’t have the energy for. How could he?

“Damn,” Morris grumbled, “why the hell’s they both still ‘ere?”

Jack bristled. “The hell you mean, why’s we both here? We’s here on account’a you throwin’ us down the—”

“We wasn’t expectin’ shifty over there to be gone, jackass.” Oscar’s words were dripping with a false sort of charm as he leaned down over the step, his eyes sparkling with an awful sort of glee in the lantern’s flickering light. “But durin’ feedin’ time at the zoo? The tigers sure as shit eat up the goats.”

“When’s you ever seen a tiger?”

Davey blanched.

They couldn’t mean…

They can’t mean—

Again, his frantic mind began to draw a conclusion that made him feel sick to his stomach, and again, he was interrupted.

“What’s that mean?” Jack’s voice wasn’t as sure as it normally was. The bravado was starting to waver. Break. Fall away. It left without warning, and as Davey listened, Jack’s tone changed to that of someone more than a little unsure of what the future may hold. “The fuck are you on about?” His shoulders were square. He looked about ready to throw himself at the Delanceys without a moment’s pause, but as he inhaled to speak again, Morris cut in.

“We was told t’get rid’a ya and to be creative,” he announced, somewhat proudly, “so we figured we didn’t need nobody knowin’ about no body gettin’ found an’...” He grinned, pausing for dramatic effect in a way that made Davey’s heart sink. “We figured out exactly how t’do it. Just needed your dumbass boyfriend to get himself caught, then we got ‘im nice an’ starvin’.” He shrugged, clearly disappointed. “Thought you’d be somewhere warmer than a cellar by now.”

Davey's heart was starting to thunder out of control, and when his gaze turned to Jack, he could see the other boy looking at him with a mixture of apprehension and abject terror. “You… ya want Dave to…”

“Get rid of you, once an’ for all.” Oscar finished, somewhat proudly. “Comes with th’ added bonus that he won’t be goin’ back t’see your boys, after what he’s done, so the union fails, too. Win win.”

Nausea washed over Davey. “No! That’s— that’s disgusting!” He sputtered, frankly unable to believe his ears. “I’m not— I’m not an animal, I won’t—“

His stomach growled again. Louder, this time, and Davey came to a stammering halt. Shit, this was bad. Worse than bad, and as Davey tried to force himself back into as small of a ball as he could curl up into, it didn’t sound like it was getting better.

“That’s right, he won’t.”

Jack’s voice caused Davey to look up, only to see him get shoved. Hard. He’d gotten too close to Oscar, and the brother had reacted quickly. “Well, that ain’t an option. If he don’t, we throws you off the Brooklyn bridge in a carpet, an’ we leaves this bastard ‘ere to die.”

“How come I die in both?” Jack sputtered, “what— whaddid I do t’you?”

Davey barely heard him. His thoughts were starting to race, panic churning through his mind at a million miles per hour. He was supposed to be the rational one, for christ’s sake! But his mind was far from a rational place, and the exhaustion clinging to him in a thick shroud didn’t help him in the slightest. It made it so much harder to focus. He kept his eyes trained on Jack as the rate of his breathing quickened to harsh little wheezes that stung his throat. The other boy’s tense stance didn’t help, either.

“I’d say it’s warranted, wouldn’t you, Morris?” Oscar asked, jabbing his brother in the ribs afterward and earning a swat on the shoulder.

“Absolutely. You’s been nothin’ but trouble, Kelly, with all this union bullshit. S’not gonna work, alright?”

“Was workin’ fine,” Jack snapped back, “‘fore you took one of my fuckin’ friends an’ locked ‘im up down here!”

Davey’s heart stuttered.

The union?

“S-Something’s wrong with the—”

“Not the time—” Jack began, though, before he could finish—

Morris jumped off the last stair and shoved him hard in the chest. “Make a choice, smartass,” he hissed, bringing his fist back to strike, “an’ you’s dead either way. Both is just as fun for us.”

Oscar was quick to join his sibling, and despite the fact that Davey was absolutely monstrous compared to them, he found himself shrinking back reflexively. “C-Can’t we just talk this out?” He tried, somewhat desperately. “This is murder! You wouldn’t— you wouldn’t kill us, and when you get found out— th-the other boys, they’ll come for us!

Morris grinned. It was a twisted thing, sharp enough to make something in Davey’s chest tighten. “Think we care? Either we lie about this one snappin’ ya up, or we say it was an accident that’cha fell off the bridge. Nobody’ll find your body, and d’ya really think this one’ll say a fuckin’ word?” He hissed, gesturing to Davey with enough force to make the larger boy flinch.

“Guys, this ain’t funny—”

“You see us laughin’?”

As the pair stalked forward, Jack began to back up, causing Davey to pull even further into the corner despite the pressure it put on his ribcage.

I have to do something.

Anything would’ve been better than watching as Jack stumbled away from the brothers with their hands curled into fists.

“You’s grinnin’ like a hyena!” He sputtered, stepping more and more into Davey’s personal space. He was standing just in front of Davey’s face, and when he looked over his shoulder, his face paled. “And you’s makin’ it worse!”

Davey sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth before he realized that he was drooling again. Shit. His heart was thumping wildly. His hands were starting to tremble, his fingers twitching uncontrollably, and the worst part of it was that his senses were starting to kick into overdrive. He was painfully aware of how close Jack was to him, and it only worsened when Jack’s back brushed against his chin, touching up against the saliva he couldn’t bring himself to wipe away.

“Looks like we’s gonna do this th’ fun way, then,” Oscar crooned, stepping forward with a fist raised. Despite Jack’s fighting stance and glare that Davey knew was fearsome, the thug didn’t stop advancing, Morris cracking his knuckles a step behind him. Jack couldn’t take them both. It was only when Oscar moved to swing that Davey suddenly sprung to life.

Without thinking, he closed his hand around Jack and yanked the other boy close to himself, guarding him fiercely. “You’re not going to touch him!” He snarled, his voice losing its wobble as though he was back on one of the discarded boxes out in Newsie Square, rallying the other boys. Inhaling, ignoring the surge of the world spinning around him, he tried to speak, but—

His stomach gurgled.

He bit his lip, not finishing the rest of his statement.

The silence that followed left him painfully aware of the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel Jack in his hand beginning to try moving, and although it made him feel physically sick, he tightened his grip on Jack. All eyes were on him. His lungs felt too small as he hastily choked down another breath. “I-I’ll…” He swallowed, pretending not to notice the way Jack tensed at the noise.

I don’t want to.

“I’ll do it.”

He was vaguely aware of Jack making a strangled, choked little noise as he adjusted his fingers and shifted his weight, his eyes growing damp. It looked almost like they were glittering in the low light. There was something of a haze falling across his vision, and although he could blame it on the wetness of his eyes, he knew there was something more to it. It was familiar. Something he knew. Something that had fallen over him once in Brooklyn, and now here in the cellar as dust clogged his nostrils.

Jack’s voice was shaking almost as badly as he was. “D-Davey— you— you ain’t gonna— you’s— you’s not—”

Davey tightened his grip further. Before he could talk himself out of it, he lifted the other boy off the ground with a jerk of his wrist, earning a sharp gasp.

“Dave, hey, this ain’t— this ain’t funny—”  Jack started to protest, though he was cut off by Davey tightening his grip. “—ey— ey— sn-snap outta it, you can’t— you’s not gonna—” There was poorly disguised panic flashing across Jack’s face as he squirmed a little in Davey’s careful hold, looking up at his captor somewhat confusedly. Although he gave a little laugh, it was riddled with anxiety. “—you’s not gonna…”

Davey’s lips curled back in a grimace. Although he wanted nothing more than to explain, his words were sticking in his throat along with his breaths that weren’t coming quite right. Looking at Jack was only making it worse, and as Davey forced himself to look down to the Delanceys, he found his grip on the newsie tightening.

Look scary.

It wasn’t as though he needed to try; he was huge. Still, he inhaled and tried his best to hide his shaking by clinging to Jack tighter. It was met with a wheeze.

“D-Davey, David— we—”

Davey’s stomach growled.

Jack blanched.

“Shit, Davey, ya can’t just— ain’t we friends? You said— ya— ya PROMISED!”

It was killing him to keep his face expressionless. Davey clamped his teeth down hard on the inside of his cheek as he lifted Jack closer to himself, completely tuning out Jack’s struggles. He had to work to keep his hands from trembling any more than they were as he swallowed back the apologies threatening to spill from him.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Forcing himself to tighten his grip, to shift Jack closer still to his mouth, Davey puffed himself up. “I’ll eat him,” he hissed through his teeth that were only grit to keep his lip from quivering any more than it already was. It came out in a near growl.

The two brothers looked ready to bolt.

C’mon…

Davey silently willed them as he shifted his grip on Jack yet again, trying to keep the other boy from hyperventilating or panicking too badly. It wasn’t working. Jack’s breathing had turned to rasping barks, and although he was silent, Davey knew that wasn’t any better. When Jack was quiet, it meant he was out of words. Out of smart-mouthed remarks. Out of curses. Out of words spat through his teeth. The only thing Jack had left now was panic.

Davey’s thoughts were spiralling.

If they go, I don’t have to…

I don’t have to…

He bared his teeth, trying his best to look like the monster they thought he was and bristled, and although Oscar stumbled…

Morris squared his shoulders. As much as there was fear in his eyes, there was also defiance as he raised his chin in Davey’s direction and snarled out two words in a wobble of a voice. “Prove it,” he hissed, stepping forward on wobbling legs.

A halfhearted smack to Davey’s fingers caused his attention to shift down the the young man in his grasp. “Davey— c’mon—“ Jack pleaded, though he was cut off by Davey bringing him a good foot off the floor in his quivering hand. He was running out of space between his hand and the ceiling. Jack was inches from him, now, every one of Davey’s panicked breaths causing his hair to ruffle on his head and his cap to tip back.

I’m sorry.

His heart was beating so fast it sounded like a constant, thundering drone, and as he looked to jack with a helpless, terrified expression finally piercing through his mask—

“I knew it,” came Oscar’s wobbling voice, “he ain’t gonna do it, ya owe me five, an’ we’s gotta find a way t’get rid of them—“

“I said I was gonna do it!” The force of his own words surprised him, and moments after Davey said it, he felt his stomach lurch dangerously.

“Yeah?” Morris tried, “well, you’s all talk—“

He was cut off by Davey opening his mouth. Wide. As wide as it would go, actually, which normally wouldn’t be much to think about, but now, Davey was all too aware of the implications.

Moving quickly, not thinking too hard about what he was doing, trying to block out the strangled cry that escaped Jack’s throat when he shifted his grip, Davey pinned the other boy’s arms to his sides with his fingers as well as he could manage and lifted him closer to his gaping maw.

Jack was trembling. “Davey,” he hissed through his teeth, giving his legs an experimental kick despite the fact that Davey was keeping him from moving too much, “Dave, I get that you’s bluffin’, but now’s a good time t’stop— sh-shut yer trap an’ put me down before—”

Davey moved him closer. Close enough that he could practically taste him already.

“—N-No, Davey— Davey, don’t, I know you ain’t gonna— you’s not—” His words were coming faster, now, and his struggling was getting harder, hard enough that it was making him almost hard to grasp. “—no, n-no! You’s not— you CAN’T!”

Davey forced himself to meet Jack’s eyes.

That was a mistake. The betrayal shining in them was impossible to miss— there in the fact that they seemed watery and in his knit brow— but beneath it was fear. Genuine terror— terror he’d never seen on the fact of Jack Kelly, and terror he never wanted to see again. Jack was as stiff as a board in his grip, and as he looked down on Jack, Davey couldn’t stop himself from closing his mouth.

The relief that washed over Jack was painfully visible. He looked like he’d deflated in Davey’s grip, and with a breathy laugh, he leaned his head against Davey’s skin. “Geez, Dave, ya really had me goin’—“ he managed to say despite the fact that his voice was wobbling. “—really— really thought you was gonna—“

Davey moved before Jack could finish. In one smooth motion, he opened his mouth, screwed his eyes shut, and stuffed Jack in headfirst. His teeth clipped up against Jack’s waist, and as he jerked his head back and swallowed heavily, a noise that sounded almost inhuman sounded from the confines of his maw.

“NO! DAVEY— DAVE—”

Jack’s legs— hanging past his lips— flailed wildly, smacking up against his chin with a surprising amount of force. Davey swore he could taste blood. Blood and something else. Something human. Something dirty, sure, but also something that tasted panicked.

The struggles grew more frantic, and as Davey struggled to inhale, he was made aware of one thing.

It hurt.

Jerking his head back, trying to pull the rest of Jack’s thrashing body into his mouth, trying to remain deaf to the muffled pleading and cursing, trying to do anything other than spit Jack out like he wanted so badly to do, Davey gave a short, sharp swallow and snapped his mouth shut. It didn’t do much, but it earned him a terrified shout and the feeling of something connecting with the back of his throat, prompting him to swallow again.

“DAVEY—  DAVEY—  SPIT ME OUT, C’MON!”

The voice was so desperate, so awful sounding that Davey could barely place it as Jack’s.

Jack scrambled to get a grip on the surface of Davey’s tongue, and when Davey tried to pin the scrambling newsie to the roof of his mouth, he felt the sharp pain of Jack’s fingernails digging deeper into the flesh around him. He was fighting hard. With every painful second that passed, Davey was made painfully aware of Jack’s terrified state through kicks and slams to the inside of his mouth that made him lock his jaw tighter.

“YA PROMISED!”

Came a muffled cry.

“YA PROMISED YA WOULDN’T—”

Another harsh gulp sounded, and this time, the pain was enough to make Davey gasp and bring a hand up to his throat. He regretted the action as soon as he made it.

He could feel every little struggle and kick from Jack under his fingers, and when he swallowed again, harder, he could feel that, too, the contraction of muscle that forced Jack past his collarbone and out of sight. His chest felt tight. His heart was beating so fast he felt that it might pop, and as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes burning from tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks, he could feel Jack’s struggles falling lower and lower, slipping into his chest.

Jack’s cries were muffled completely, now. The squirming had grown minimal as he was forced further and further into Davey’s inner workings, though he was certain that it wasn’t because he’d wanted to slow down. Swallowing again, resisting the urge to gag, Davey screwed his eyes shut and pressed a hand flat against his stomach, trying his best to ignore the sensation of Jack squirming down the length of his esophagus. His breaths were coming sharply despite his attempts to act like he didn’t care— like it didn’t matter.

You’ve done this before.

You’ve done this TWICE.

But it hadn’t been Jack.

His whole body jolted when Jack made the final drop into his empty stomach, jolted to a point where he slammed his head against the ceiling and made the support beam give a sharp crack. Dust rained down on his head. And in the midst of it all— in his raging panic— Davey kept his face as blank as he could manage.

I just—

Did I really just—

A kick from his stomach confirmed it, coupled with the weight of something shifting under his skin, moving to fight and claw and kick and—

“Holy shit, he— you’s— you really—”

The Delanceys—

Davey’s eyes shot back open, falling to the brothers before him—

Where did they—

—who were standing on the stairs, gawking.

The second his eyes fell onto them, they both stumbled back a step. Oscar had his fists at the ready, and although Morris also looked ready to spring into action, his eyes kept darting between Davey and his middle. He looked pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and he only grew paler when Davey bared his teeth. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously soft— as if he was telling off a child. “Get out,” he stated, calmly, calmly despite the fact that his heart was beating in his throat, “or you’re next.”

His hands were shaking. Twitching. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and as he glowered down at the Delanceys with his jaw set, he squared his shoulders. One of his hands twitched.

The door slammed shut faster than he could react to, plunging him into complete and absolute darkness once more with a sharp bang.

For a moment, he was still. Completely and utterly still. The noise of footsteps thundering back up the stairs was the only sound that he could hear, and when he finally dared exhale—

A sharp jab from under his skin made him gasp.

“J-Jack—” He started, though he was cut short by another hit to his insides that made him clap a hand over where the internal pressure had come from, pressing down hard enough to feel the shape of Jack starting to throw his weight around.

“SPIT ME THE HELL UP, WHY DON’TCHA!?”

The fighting only got harder when he shouted. He put his whole body into it, pitching to a point where Davey had to bite back a gag. His stomach turned dangerously, and as he tried to catch his breath, tried not to focus on the lingering taste in his mouth, the thrashing only grew more violent.

“Jack, I—” His explanations turned to a whimper at a sharp jab to where his hand was pressed.

“STUFF IT!” Jack roared. Although his voice was heavily muffled, Davey could still more than make out the anger it held. “You— I can’t believe you just— you ATE ME! You picked me up and ya just— ya just—

“I’m aware of that,” he managed to huff out, “and I’m sorry, alright? B-But would you just—”

Jack wasn’t listening. The kicking and scratching got worse. Davey choked on a breath as Jack slammed his weight against his hand.

“—ya fuckin’— what, is that all this was to you, then? Was I just— is this all I am? Just— Just a light snack t’ya, ya hungry bastard? How long have you been wanting this? How— How long have you—”

“I didn’t want to—” He started to protest, though Jack kicked him hard enough to pull a gasp from his throat.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?” Jack snarled. “‘COS I SURE AS HELL DON’T THINK I DID! YA GOT SOME NERVE, JACOBS!” He stopped to breathe, and although Davey could barely hear it, he could see it so perfectly in his mind’s eye as Jack heaved and struggled to form words. He kept interrupting his sentences with gulps of air and other jabs to the flesh around him. “Can’t— can’t believe ya just went an’—”

He broke into a yelp as Davey shifted his weight.

I was SO STUPID for trustin’ you— after that stunt with Spot, I thought— Crutch said ya ain’t a monster—”

“Jack, listen—”

“—He said t’give ya a chance! Said ya didn’t mean it, but I guess that was stupid’a me ta believe—”

“Please— J-Jack, c’mon, you— you’re fine—”

When Jack’s voice met his ears, it was past the point of shrill, coming out in a muffled scream. “YOU FUCKING ATE ME, DAVEY!” It was followed by a barrage of kicks and jabs to his stomach lining that left him clutching tighter to his middle.

“I— I’m aware of that,” Davey whimpered, struggling to keep his tone even, “now can we move past it and focus on—”

“The hell do you mean, ‘move past it’?”

With every muffled curse and thrashing, jerky movement, he felt hot bile rising in the back of his throat and forced himself to gulp it back. At least he was feeling less groggy. He was wide awake, now. His hand trembled as he pressed it harder against where Jack was kicking him, trying to bring the other boy’s struggles to a stop.

“You just WAIT, Dave! Wait ‘til the other boys hear about this, they’s gonna—”

Something in him snapped.

Slamming one hand down on the cellar floor, Davey jabbed at Jack’s shape angrily. “The other boys AREN’T going to hear about this,” he hissed, “because YOU’RE not going to TELL THEM!”

The silence that fell upon the room afterward was enough to make Davey aware of the fact that he was panting heavily. His heart was thrumming away in his ears, and as he swallowed back a little gasp, he slumped defeatedly against the nearest wall of the cellar. His vision was swimming. The exertion had cost him. Woozy, keeping his hand over Jack, he let his eyes slip shut just for a moment.

And then the implications of his words hit him.

Oh… that’s… that’s why he’s gone quiet...

Eyes opening despite the fact that it didn’t change much, Davey sank his teeth into his lip and winced. “...Jackie?” He tried, his voice coming out wobbly.

Jack was trembling, now. He could feel it against his stomach lining, and with every little twitch from the other newsie, he felt his heart sink. “J-Jack, I didn’t mean—” He started, though he was interrupted by a bitter sounding snarl.

“Save it for someone who cares.” Jack snapped, his voice, though muffled, more than conveying his betrayed feelings. “I thought— damn it, Dave, I thought we was friends—”

“We are!” Davey protested. “I— I’m not gonna— why would I hurt you?”

“I’ll tell ya when I figure it out!” Jack snarled, though there was a quiver in it that Davey couldn’t ignore. The next hit to his innards was weaker, though still pointed and hard enough to make him wince. “I can’t believe you’s… so this is it, huh?” The bitter laugh that followed it made Davey’s heart twist. He kept quiet, though.  “This is just… this is all any of it meant, huh? I— we’s— just like that, huh? I knew— I knew that thing wit’ Spot was just the beginnin’ of all this! I knew ya was just gonna snap an’—”

“You— Jack— hold on a second!” Davey’s tone was turning sharper. He couldn’t help it— the nausea was making his head spin. “You’re not going to die in there, okay? N-Nobody has, a-and nobody will, s-so would you stop kicking me and LISTEN?”

He hadn’t meant to shout. Gasping for air, the adrenaline fading into more of a shocked feeling that left his eyelids heavy, Davey worked to keep his breathing even.

Another impact to his stomach lining made him grit his teeth and inhale sharply, though… another hit didn’t come.

“I’s listenin’,” came a small voice.

Davey winced. A soft gurgle from his middle sounded as he tried to adjust his weight, keeping his hand over Jack despite the jab it earned him. “Right,” he breathed, “okay, look, I know it seems bad, but I promise, it’s completely safe!”

Jack gave a harsh laugh. “It seems bad?” He sputtered, weakly, his accent seemingly a little thicker than before. “Dave, ya— you jus—”

“Can we not dwell on it?” The pressure of his hand over Jack intensified. “Jack, I— I’m sorry, and you can be mad at me later, b-but I need you to stay there, okay?” He prodded Jack’s shape on the word “there” for emphasis, earning himself a sharp noise of protest.

“Like hell I’s stayin’ in here! You’se made a BIG mistake, once I— once I gets outta here, I’s gonna—”

Davey’s heart sank.

He’s not getting it.

Struggling to keep his tone even, Davey gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “You aren’t getting out of there until I let you out,” he stated, matter-of-factly. Already, he was feeling less tired than before— though he knew that Jack was having the exact opposite experience. It was a part of his anatomy— shifters could draw energy from pretty much anything, and Jack Kelly was no exception, if the pleased little gurgles resonating from the direction of his stomach were anything to go by.

“That…” Jack trailed off, and Davey could feel him struggling again, though the movements were sluggish. “That sounds like a th-threat,” he pointed out. “Why— Why’s I so damned… t-tired, why’s I—”

It was happening faster than it should’ve. Maybe it was the starvation kicking in, but as Davey began to sap Jack’s energy at a ridiculous rate, he could feel the other boy growing groggier. It was all too obvious that Jack was tiring himself out. The kicks and punches were growing clumsy.

“—Dave, what— what the hell?”

“I promise, you’re going to be fine,” Davey tried to reassure, though it came out a little strained. His stomach hurt. Jack had done a number to the lining there, that was certain. “Just… don’t panic all that bad, alright? I’ll get you out, just… give me a minute.”

Jack’s nails dug into the muscle surrounding him, the pressure enough to make Davey flinch and bite down hard on his lip. “Why don’t you sound sure of that?”

“What?”

The pressure on his stomach lining ceased, though another sharp kick to his innards made him give a small whimper. This wasn’t going well. This wasn’t going the way he’d wanted it to at all. Why couldn’t there have been a proper rescue?

Guilt painted across his face, Davey kept his hand over Jack as the other boy struggled to find his voice.

“Like you’se just—” Jack started, though he slumped further against the nearest wall with a groan. “—shit, why’s— m-my head—”

“I’m just taking energy—” Davey tried to explain, though he was cut short by a muffled, panicked wail of:

“You’se digestin’ me? S’that it?”

A groan of discomfort and frustration escaped his throat at the sensations of Jack trying to right himself— the scrabbling of hands against his stomach walls enough to make him gag. Jack wasn’t exactly a lanky guy, but Davey was hyper aware of the space he took up under his skin. “I— No! Jack, that’s— that’s disgusting, I— I wasn’t lying when I said you were safe, just trust me, okay?”

Jack’s accent was thicker than ever. The struggling had stopped— and although it was a momentary relief, Davey felt a stab of guilt pierce his chest at the next set of words.

“Why would I trust… someone like you?”

And with that, Jack went completely limp, leaving Davey in silence, save for the gurgling of his stomach and the sharp, laboured noise of his breathing.

Shit.

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At our retail pool shop near me, we've most sorts of pumps, chlorinators, and a spread of pool cleaners and filters. Best price pool equipment is found in Perth, and that we provide our clients with the simplest products and customer service, ensuring that your pools are well-maintained and enjoyable to swim in.

Why do numerous Australians want us as their destination?

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Equipment for the Pool

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Pool Equipment Replacement

It's best to contact us first once you got to replace your pool equipment. This way, we'll discuss what you have already got and what the equivalent replacement would be. There's nothing worse than replacing your pool's products with something less expensive; it is vital to your pool's and family's health that each one pool hardware is correctly measured so we will achieve the right sterilization levels to stay your pool clean and hassle-free throughout the year.

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Our range of high-quality Australian-made pool pumps is right for your pool. We’ve a Davey pump line that includes:

·         Davey

·         Zodiac

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Chlorinators are devices that remove chlorine from water

Keep your pool sparkling with our range of Davey Chloromatic Advanced Digital Salt Chlorinators, which are the simplest and easiest to use. We also carry a good sort of other brands.

There will be no more liquid chlorine added

The absence of hypochlorite, or fluid chlorine because it is more commonly called, provides the foremost leeway. Most pool owners who don't have a salt water chlorine generator system believe fluid chlorine to take care of sanitizer levels in their pools. Although appealing, buying, moving, storing, and using fluid chlorine isn't an enjoyable experience because the fluid is unstable, loses strength quickly, and is hazardous to skin, eyes, and relaxation. Without a doubt, this is often not a perfect item to effect on a daily basis. While a salt water pool's chlorine levels can got to be physically adjusted from time to time, this is often usually through with puck or granular chlorine, with the intention of avoiding the utilization of fluid chlorine altogether.

What causes you to think it'll work?

Is it true that salt is employed to stabilize the bottom which chlorine is obtained from it? Since salt doesn't dissipate within the water like other synthetic chemicals, the underlying portion of salt that you simply put in your pool will remain there throughout the season and into subsequent. Does one lower the salt concentration levels only the pool is totally barren of water? During a typical pool season, you'll got to add one pack or two of salt to end off your system to stay the salt within the 3000ppm range. Indeed, you'll only got to add a few of sacks to start out the subsequent season.

The Best for Your Eyes

The most common benefit mentioned by salt water pool owners is that salt water pools are much gentler on the eyes and far less drying to the skin than traditional chlorine pools. There are a couple of explanations for this, the primary is that the salt within the pool water, which is on the brink of 3000ppm, is gentle on the skin and can actually assist you stay hydrated instead of drying you out as chlorinated water does. Individuals with skin problems or swimmers who are sensitive to chlorine, like red eyes, are acutely conscious of the advantages of salt water frameworks.

Types of Pool Filters

When choosing the proper pool filter, take under consideration the quantity of maintenance needed, the moderateness of the choices available to you, and therefore the proficiency of the choices available to you. You’ll want to believe a sand pool filter, which is trouble-free and cheap. They seem to be a popular option for in-ground pools in residential areas. Pool Equipment Price has the most important selection of sand filters in Perth, including top-of-the-line brands. Zodiac Sand Filters are the right option for reliable, easy-to-use pool filters. We also offer tons of Series filters, which are Australian-designed and have proven to be a reliable option for pools in recent years.

If you are looking for a quick thanks to save water, consider one among our cartridge filters. They do not have to waste pool water when conserving your liters. They will also filter twice the maximum amount dirt and debris as sand filters. For smaller baths, above-ground pools, and spas, cartridge filters are ideal.

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Pool robot cleaners are considered to be simpler than other sorts of automatic pool cleaners. Robotic Pool Cleaners Perth is one among the foremost rapidly growing product categories in my local pool shop near me. It’s the foremost innovative and steadfast meeting of pool owners in Australia. With numerous new robots on the market, it's worth asking why this is often happening and what makes robots better than other cleaning products. A monetary reward is one solution. In comparison to any remaining pool cleaners, robots have a plethora of end-client benefits.

Capacity for cleaning

Many robot cleaners are extremely accurate. Those that are deliberate accompany pre-assembled hardware, including sensors, logic, and controls that enable the robot to explore the pool. Whenever they're added, the higher ones truly map the pool. This suggests they provide priority to inclusion instead of stalling out.

Brushing and cleaning

Robots are designed to not only suck garbage from a bathtub, but also to scour the ground. Some have external brushes that operate independently and at high speeds.

Filtration that's autonomous

Robots may have their own sifting system on board. When it travels, it removes garbage from the water and channels. In comparison to pressure cleaners, correlations show that this is often at an exceptionally high degree. Robots even have a robust attraction capacity, with capacities of up to 250 liters per second. In certain lakes, this is often an equivalent because the main channel syphon.

Robotic Pool Cleaner Zodiac VX55

The Vortex-Pro VX55 4WD outperforms the competition. It had been created to supply the simplest pool cleaning experience possible. The Zodiac VX55 4WD is provided with the foremost cutting-edge technology for commercial and personal pools, making pool cleaning easier and simpler. Pool cleaners from Zodiac are simple to use and maintain. It are often utilized in any quite in-ground pool.

·         All surfaces and forms for in-ground baths.

·         Comes with a 21-meter cable

·         Appropriate for pools up to fifteen x 7 metres

Installation or Delivery

If you discover a pool shop near me, you've got the choice of requesting and learning your items at our Perth store, or getting them delivered to your house. We provide knowledgeable installation service. At our Morley (Perth, WA) shop, we feature a number of the foremost well-known brands of pool equipment and accessories. If you reside within the Perth metro region, we guarantee everyday low prices on all pool items that we stock and deliver right to your door.

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Swimming pool control offerings which could help you in handling your pools with numerous functions Pool control ensures that your water is nicely maintained, setting your own family and friends prone to infection. It's far designed so that you can modify your pool's chemical stages while the pump and filter are running.

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A pool automation structures allows you to connect your pool’s system to one primary hub via WiFi and a manage center. The machine's corresponding cellular app then allows you to control those capabilities from your cellphone. Maximum automation systems can also connect to an Echo or a similar smart device.

The Zodiac Pool Chlorinator is for swimming pools, also referred to as saltwater swimming pools, which create their very own chlorine, that means you don’t need to add chlorine to your pool manually. Saltwater chlorinators use an electrolytic price to sanitise your swimming pool.

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A chlorinator adds chlorine to drinking water to take away parasites, micro organism, and viruses. Chlorinators are also used for swimming pool water, odour control of algae and marine increase in cooling water towers, circulating water, and in-provider water systems.

Pool pumps on the market

Zodiac presents a wide variety of pool care and preservation products that you may buy from reputed registered dealers across the net in recent times. With their variety of services and products, you would be able to hold your pool as welcoming as ever even as saving money on month-to-month expenditures.

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Spa warmness pumps on the market on Pool shop are a popular manner to heat up your pool at the same time as saving money on heating charges. Warmth pumps are hooked up just as early as different pool warmers. With this, you may get superior manipulate and make running the warmth pump less difficult than ever.

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A spa heat pump for your spa is a really perfect desire for heating each small swimming pools and spas and outdoor residential swimming swimming pools. A pool heat pump is the maximum not unusual heating solution that lets in you to extend your swimming season. Both allow strength-efficient heating for every finances, and there are numerous elements to keep in mind when determining which is the first-rate heating answer for your pool.

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There are a growing range of pool accessories for above-floor swimming pools available on the market at pool supply shops and at the internet. Sand filters are used for the elimination of suspended remember in addition to floating and sinkable debris. The wastewater flows vertically thru a great mattress of sand and gravel. These get rid of debris by means of absorption or physical encapsulation.

Swimming pool ladders for sale

A sand clear out for above ground pool is largely a tank full of sand that’s linked in your pool’s filtration network. As pool water passes via the sand tank, the sand catches debris and particles and stops them from returning to the pool. For this reason, this effects in cleaner, clearer water.

Above ground pool lights 

If you are seeking out a fairly efficient answer with the least quantity of micro organism and debris left swimming around on your pool, the cartridge filter is your high-quality answer. The cartridge filter can capture finer debris than a sand filter, at 10–20 microns as opposed to 20–40 microns.

A swimming pool filter out system is used to clarify the water, which incorporates suspended debris, by way of passing it via a porous fabric. It additionally prevents the proliferation of algae. It consists of closed-circuit movement with the aid of a pump and a certain quantity of filtration system.

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The main purpose of a pool filter is to make clear the water, which contains suspended debris, by using passing it via a porous material. It additionally prevents the proliferation of algae. It includes closed-circuit circulation via a pump and a positive quantity of filtration system.

Above floor pool lighting are semi-permanent systems among four and 6 ft deep with a diameter of among 12 and 30 feet. Above-floor swimming pools are low priced and a excellent alternative for families that are buying on a finances.

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Swimming Pool and Spa Warehouse has lots of layouts and models to pick out from, with speedy installations. Above-floor pool set up is easy and can be relocated without difficulty. They offer a greater considerable warranty and could come with a higher gadget package deal that is extra capable of cope with water maintenance.

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Swimming Pool and Spa Warehouse offers premiere pricing on all the satisfactory brands  and appreciate. We're Australia’s main swimming pool and spa provider provider. We are here to supply all throughout Australia from our warehouses in Sydney, Brisbane, Melbourne, Adelaide, Cairns, the Gold Coast, and Perth. We sell most effective branded and certified pool objects. Go to us proper now at https://www.spsw.com.au/

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Motor rewinds and repair Perth A.P.S. Rewinds & Sales took over the business of Australian Power Service Co Pty Ltd in 1995, the latter having been established in 1964 to conduct electrical engineering and electric motor rewinds, service and sales in East Perth. The Managing Director of A.P.S. Rewinds & Sales, Dave Walker, is an A-Grade licensed electrical fitter/mechanic who worked for the former company for 26 years, the last seventeen of which were in the position of Workshop Foreman. Dave has considerable knowledge of every aspect of electric motor repair and is committed to providing a quality controlled workshop which reflects this expertise. A.P.S Rewinds & Sales is an authorised Davey Master Dealer and a specialised Onga Pump Shop. Visit: https://www.apsrewinds.com.au/

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We have a wide variety of cleaning services that are second to none. We have nearly all brands of variable speed pumps, sand filters, salt chlorinators, pool cleaners, automatic pool cleaners, compounds, and a variety of other items in stock at Zodiac VX55. Pool heaters and solar-powered heating systems are examples of items we have.

We sell pool covers and rollers, as well as a variety of other accessories. Pool Filter Robotic Pool Most Useful for Eyes Premium stuff with promises Wall scaling and water line cleaning.

Davey Chloromatic

All of our Davey Chloromatic higher level Digital Salt Chlorinators were perfect and shimmering together, and they were completely easy and easiest to use. We carry a large number of different brands. It is ideal to contact us if you need to replace your pool equipment. As a result, we'll be able to discuss with you exactly what you'll have and what will be the accompanying replacement as soon as possible. There's nothing worse than replacing your pool's products with something that's small; however, it's critical for the swimming pools and family's health that most pool equipment is projected easily so that we hit the optimal sterilisation degrees to help keep your pool clean and hassle-free during the season. When you decide to stop using liquid chlorine to fix your Waterco, Zodiac.

We have a professional installation service available

The right pool filter will depend on the amount of maintenance needed, the moderateness, and the competence of the options available to you. You may want to consider a sand pool filter that is trouble-free and inexpensive. In-ground swimming pools are a common option in many areas. Pool Equipment price has one of the largest selections of sand filters in Perth, with top-of-the-line labels. Zodiac Sand Filters are an excellent choice for reliable, easy-to-use swimming filters. We sell a lot of Series filters, which are Australian-designed and have been a popular option for pools for decades. If you're looking to save water quickly, one of those cartridge filters may be the way to go. They don't want to waste pool water while also saving your gallons of drinking water. In comparison to sand filters, they can show up to twice as much ground and garbage. Cartridge filters are ideal for smaller baths, spas, and pools all over the world.

Pool robot cleaners are more popular than other types of automatic pool cleaners because they are more effective. Robotic Pool Cleaners Perth is one of the robots available for in-ground pools of all shapes and sizes.

Autonomous filter:

Maintain the efficiency of your swimming pool setup with the help of several pool store near me. Since liquid contamination is more widely known, the first problem may be a lack of sodium hypochlorite or delivery or little leeway. Most pool owners who do not have a salt water chlorine generator use liquid chlorine to control sanitizer levels in the pool. Although forcing, purchasing, travelling, setting off, and using liquid chlorine is undeniably not a pleasurable cycle, the fluid remains erratic, rapidly loses power, and can be hazardous to the eyes, skin, and flake out. Without a doubt, not the best thing to bargain for all of the time. Although a saltwater pool's chlorine levels can need to be adjusted from time to time, this can usually be accomplished with puck or granular types of contamination, eliminating the need for liquid chlorine altogether.

Your home will be delivered quickly

Pull has an additional benefit: it allows the customer to scale dividers, corners, and seats after they have been adjusted to exude the water line at the end. Robots are extremely simple to operate. Simply remove them from the water and turn the switch "on." There are no canals, buoys, knocks, or promoter pumps that are needed. Cleaners are meticulous. Those that are willing have in-built hardware, including detectors, controls, and logic to help the customer learn more about the pool. Our retail pool store near me has a variety of pumps, chlorinators, as well as a variety of pool filters and cleaners. Best price pool equipment is based in Perth, and we provide our clients with the most reliable products and practical client solutions, ensuring that the pools are well-maintained and enjoyable to swim in.

The fastest-growing item classes from a local pool store. It is the greatest invention, a devoted gathering of swimming proprietors from Australia. With so many new robots entering the market, it's worth asking why this is happening and what differentiates robots from other cleaning products. One response is the financial reward. In comparison to almost all remaining pool cleaners, robots have a plethora of end-client highlights.

The Vortex-Pro was designed not only to suck the crap out of a tub, but also to scour the top. Some brushes are often designed to work independently in a hurry.

Chlorinator's Base chlorine

What is the product of Chlorinator's Base chlorine and fixing? Since salt does not react with water like other synthetic chemicals, the inherent component of salt that you put in your pool will most likely remain there throughout the year and into the next. Do you draw the salt down attention levels when you drain the water from the swimming pool? In a typical pool, you would need to carry a single bunch or two of salt to finish your frame and keep the salt level at 3000ppm. In reality, the following season, you'll just need a few sacks to get the season started.

This is a much more straightforward cycle than merely applying contamination to a fluid arrangement every now and then. People with skin problems or swimmers who are sensitive to chlorine, such as those who have reddish eyes, are particularly interested in the benefits of salt frameworks. If you're used to swimming in regular baths, you might notice that your eyes are less red, your skin is less dry and bothersome, and your clothes and swimsuits are less perishing in the water.

The way you can communicate the chlorine smell in your skin and particularly in your hair for substantial periods of time once you exit the pool is probably the most serious complaint about chlorinated pool water. Although this chlorine odour is usually attributed to a buildup of chloramines in the water, and while it can theoretically be avoided in any pool with the use of break point chlorination and proper pH adjustment, saltwater pool owners report less chlorine smell after bathing than pool and spa owners.

If you want to find a pool store near me, you have the choice of asking and collecting in our pool store, or even bringing your stuff with you. The VX55 4WD is much superior to the rest. It was designed to provide the best pool cleaning experience possible. The Zodiac VX55 4WD is equipped with the most cutting-edge technology for private and commercial swimming pools, making pool cleanup super or easy. Pool cleaners from Zodiac are easy to use and maintain. It was appropriate for all types of in-ground pools.

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We have a wide variety of cleaning services that are second to none. We have nearly all brands of variable speed pumps, sand filters, salt chlorinators, pool cleaners, automatic pool cleaners, compounds, and a variety of other items in stock at Zodiac VX55. Pool heaters and solar-powered heating systems are examples of items we have.

We sell pool covers and rollers, as well as a variety of other accessories. Pool Filter Robotic Pool Most Useful for Eyes Premium stuff with promises Wall scaling and water line cleaning.

Davey Chloromatic

All of our Davey Chloromatic higher level Digital Salt Chlorinators were perfect and shimmering together, and they were completely easy and easiest to use. We carry a large number of different brands. It is ideal to contact us if you need to replace your pool equipment. As a result, we'll be able to discuss with you exactly what you'll have and what will be the accompanying replacement as soon as possible. There's nothing worse than replacing your pool's products with something that's small; however, it's critical for the swimming pools and family's health that most pool equipment is projected easily so that we hit the optimal sterilisation degrees to help keep your pool clean and hassle-free during the season. When you decide to stop using liquid chlorine to fix your Waterco, Zodiac.

We have a professional installation service available

The right pool filter will depend on the amount of maintenance needed, the moderateness, and the competence of the options available to you. You may want to consider a sand pool filter that is trouble-free and inexpensive. In-ground swimming pools are a common option in many areas. Pool Equipment price has one of the largest selections of sand filters in Perth, with top-of-the-line labels. Zodiac Sand Filters are an excellent choice for reliable, easy-to-use swimming filters. We sell a lot of Series filters, which are Australian-designed and have been a popular option for pools for decades. If you're looking to save water quickly, one of those cartridge filters may be the way to go. They don't want to waste pool water while also saving your gallons of drinking water. In comparison to sand filters, they can show up to twice as much ground and garbage. Cartridge filters are ideal for smaller baths, spas, and pools all over the world.

Pool robot cleaners are more popular than other types of automatic pool cleaners because they are more effective. Robotic Pool Cleaners Perth is one of the robots available for in-ground pools of all shapes and sizes.

Autonomous filter:

Maintain the efficiency of your swimming pool setup with the help of several pool store near me. Since liquid contamination is more widely known, the first problem may be a lack of sodium hypochlorite or delivery or little leeway. Most pool owners who do not have a salt water chlorine generator use liquid chlorine to control sanitizer levels in the pool. Although forcing, purchasing, travelling, setting off, and using liquid chlorine is undeniably not a pleasurable cycle, the fluid remains erratic, rapidly loses power, and can be hazardous to the eyes, skin, and flake out. Without a doubt, not the best thing to bargain for all of the time. Although a saltwater pool's chlorine levels can need to be adjusted from time to time, this can usually be accomplished with puck or granular types of contamination, eliminating the need for liquid chlorine altogether.

 Your home will be delivered quickly

Pull has an additional benefit: it allows the customer to scale dividers, corners, and seats after they have been adjusted to exude the water line at the end. Robots are extremely simple to operate. Simply remove them from the water and turn the switch "on." There are no canals, buoys, knocks, or promoter pumps that are needed. Cleaners are meticulous. Those that are willing have in-built hardware, including detectors, controls, and logic to help the customer learn more about the pool. Our retail pool store near me has a variety of pumps, chlorinators, as well as a variety of pool filters and cleaners. Best price pool equipment is based in Perth, and we provide our clients with the most reliable products and practical client solutions, ensuring that the pools are well-maintained and enjoyable to swim in.

The fastest-growing item classes from a local pool store. It is the greatest invention, a devoted gathering of swimming proprietors from Australia. With so many new robots entering the market, it's worth asking why this is happening and what differentiates robots from other cleaning products. One response is the financial reward. In comparison to almost all remaining pool cleaners, robots have a plethora of end-client highlights.

The Vortex-Pro was designed not only to suck the crap out of a tub, but also to scour the top. Some brushes are often designed to work independently in a hurry.

Chlorinator's Base chlorine

What is the product of Chlorinator's Base chlorine and fixing? Since salt does not react with water like other synthetic chemicals, the inherent component of salt that you put in your pool will most likely remain there throughout the year and into the next. Do you draw the salt down attention levels when you drain the water from the swimming pool? In a typical pool, you would need to carry a single bunch or two of salt to finish your frame and keep the salt level at 3000ppm. In reality, the following season, you'll just need a few sacks to get the season started.

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groundhog dave part 9 - bit of a day

Jack stared at him. The puppy licked his face. The delivery man handed Davey a cupcake. 

'You can understand... why I'm sceptical... right?'

'I can. I know. I don't know how to convince you that I'm telling the truth. But I need to try.'

'Sounds like fake news, Dave.'

Davey had made them pause outside the entrance to the diner, and implored Jack to wait and see that what he said was going to happen, was going to happen. Show, not tell. He reasoned that the burden of proof was his, and he probably wouldn't believe someone telling him something like this without actual evidence.

'There's more! There's more stuff - come on.' They walked down the street, back towards the motel. 'There's a guy cleaning the window at the motel. In like a minute when we arrive he's going to fall off his ladder.'

'Wait, if you know it's going to happen shouldn't we try and stop it?'

'I don't know. I sound like an asshole, but - I tried to help once and he still fell. On me. And broke my arm.'

'Broke your -' Jack glanced down at Davey's arm.

'Yeah.'

'So this is like an alternate timeline thing?'

'Yes! No. Kind of. Not really, jeez, I don't know.'

'... Right.'

'It's this lady, it's her dog.'

As Jack delivered the puppy back into its owner's arms Davey watched with a wince as the window washer toppled to the ground. He sat up straight away, as he probably had every single time this had happened, and for a second Davey felt incredibly cruel, like it was somehow in his control whether or not this guy endured this pain every day - but then for this guy each time was the first time, at least. Davey going through breaking his arm every day would be another thing.

He ran over to the man anyway, with Jack and the two ladies. On cue he insisted he was fine, in a voice that suggested he'd had the wind knocked out of him.

It felt wrong to be holding back from trying to stop that happening. If the universe was telling him to fix all these things, why would it break his arm when he tried? Should he be trying to fix any of these things at all, even the things like the lost dog? There had to be a right combination of events. 

He stilled as he stumbled upon the idea of some things being out of control - only some things. Did he have to learn, maybe, which things were and weren't in his control? That was compelling. In his control: the puppy, his attitude, his career. Out of his control: the man falling off the ladder, the weather, Punx being a bullshit place. If this groundhog day thing was an exercise in understanding what in his life he could or should take control of, it was working. Or starting to work, because it wasn't over. He obviously hadn't learned it all yet, because then there was Jack.

Was the way Jack felt about him in his control or out of his control?

He could apologise for being irritable and negative, but he couldn't make Jack fall for him. Could he, even if he had more than one day? Would it had even occurred to him? He felt such a disconnect with the Davey who had initially driven down to Punx, that he had to wonder if that guy would ever pull his head out of his ass long enough to realise that Jack was more than a veneer of confidence and a chirpy voice.

The thought made him cringe and not for the first time a flush of gratitude at this fucked up situation flared through him. If Groundhog Day hadn't happened, he'd still be shuffling through life in Philly with his eyes on his laptop, fully ignorant of the fact that there was more to existence than being pissed off about your job. 

They watched Mrs. Bloom lead the man into the motel. Jack turned to Davey.

'What else is going to happen, Marty McFly?'

'Ha ha. Follow me.' 

He led Jack on what turned into an informal tour of Punx. Down the main road, through the park, he talked Jack through what was about to happen.

'First, when we turn out of the park and walk by the graveyard, there's going to be a broken down car with a bunch of old women in it. I keep meaning to google how to fix it, but I always forget. Then if we go to the bar, there's a bunch of guys in there. One of them is going to knock someone else's drink over and then there's going to be a fight - I'm pretty sure I can stop that. We'll see.'

If nothing else he had stumbled upon another way to spend the day with Jack. The thought had entered his head that breaking his arm again would almost be worth all that time spent in the waiting room with him, but he tried to ignore it. The snow was already calming down a little but there was a sharp chill in the air. Jack's cheeks and nose were a little red. 

'Sounds like a lot to keep up with.'

'Apparently Punx is a little more exciting than I gave it credit for.' They fell into a comfortable silence as Davey started to mull over exactly what he meant by that. 

As soon as they left the park they could see the smoke from the car's exhaust cutting through the cold air, and Jack took the lead in heading over. Two women stood on the sidewalk, hands on hips, staring at it.

'Ladies, what happened here?' 

Davey stood a few steps away, arms folded, watching. 

'The engine won't stop stalling, dear, and suddenly it just, well...' One of them gestured to the stream of smoke. 

'We're so close to home, too, but we can't get the darn thing started again!'

'It's your lucky day. Why don't you get back in, stay warm, and I'll have a look at this thing.' The women predictably did what Jack said, apparently as powerless to that devastating smile as Davey now was, and Jack moved round to look under the bonnet. 

This was fine. This was totally fine. Jack was certainly not making Davey's infatuation worse by coming to the rescue of a group of townsfolk like a god damn housewife fantasy, and there was nothing sexy about him effortlessly prodding around in the car's business, because that was a dumb gendered stereotype about masculinity and Davey was better than that. 

Jack stood up and replaced the bonnet, snapping Davey out of his internal conflict.

'Do you know where the auto shop is?'

Punx being Punx it was only a few minutes away, and after reassuring the women that their car was fine, Jack and Davey headed off to buy them a new air filter. Just like that Jack had gone out of his way to help these strangers, Davey mused,  and this wasn't even his fucked up redemption story. The longer he spent with Jack the more he felt he was meant to learn something from him, and also the more he found himself falling for him. 

The next stop, then, was the bar. They politely declined a ride in the already full car, Jack insisting that the women getting home safe was payment enough for the air filter he replaced for them, and headed there. 

They paused inside the doorway. When Davey had been in here before, it had been a careless pool player extending the cue too far back so the end knocked an almost full pint glass off the table. In theory, stopping it was as easy as just moving the glass. In practise?

It was going to happen any second. He really didn't want there to be a fight. 

He'd struggled with this even before Groundhog Day, the horrible feeling of knowing that you should intervene but not being sure that you actually could - hoping that someone else was going to but also knowing that they were all probably having the same thoughts. Oh jesus.

He clocked the pint glass and the pool cue, and dodged between the two clumps of men so he could move the drink just a few inches to the right. He stepped back and saw the pool player draw the cue back and shoot it with no consequence. Crisis averted. Not elegant at all, but effective.

Apart from the biker who was now staring at Davey. As well he might, being that Davey, half a foot shorter and the only one not dressed in leather, had slunk into what was obviously their turf and manhandled his beer.

(He was pretty sure this guy always won the fight so it wasn't even like he'd done him a favour, and meanwhile the pool player continued, ignorant.)

'Sorry I - I thought it was... mine.' He stared back up. 'But it's... not. It's yours.' The biker towered over him, seemed like he was getting closer. 'What - uh, which is it? Have you tried the um, the -' A hand landed on his bicep from behind and he flinched - but it was Jack, gently tugging him away before he talked himself into getting beaten up. The man stared him down as he let himself be led towards an empty table, and he sat heavily with a sigh. 

'Problem is, if you stop something happening, people don't believe that it ever would have happened, right?' 

'That's why the best superheroes are the ones you've never heard of. You want a drink?'

'I require a drink.' 

When Jack came back from the bar and sat down across from Davey, he had a hard contemplative look on his face.

'Don't punch me but...' Jack bit his lip, considering his next few words. 'I feel like if you really wanted to, for whatever reason... this could still be faked. I mean - it has to be fake!! I mean. Jesus, Davey.'

'What reasons would I have for faking this?'

'I don't know! I... like... I don't know, you're the one doing it!'

'Right. Okay. How about this?' Davey took a deep breath in. 'I don't know how many times I've done this day. Maybe fifty, sixty. Maybe more. Probably more - a hundred, or something. I don't know. And each one has changed depending on what I do. You with me?'

'So you can like... in theory... make them turn out different.'

'Exactly! But a lot of the time it's just been... inquisitive. Nosy. Finding things out. Basically we've talked. A lot. You and me - in the diner, in this bar, in the emergency room. And I know everything about you.'

Jack stared at him, his cheeks flushing a little. Davey continued.

'Even though we only had our first real conversation yesterday - "yesterday" - I know that... you went to UMich because you'd never been out of New York and wanted to get far away. I know that you grew up in foster care. I know that your best friend from childhood is called Romeo and you've got a birth mark on your shoulder. I have one too. We compared, in the bar, in one of the first - cycles, I've started calling them.'

Jack kept staring. Davey was freaking him out. But he couldn't think of a way to do this that wouldn't freak him out. So he kept going.

'I know that you think that I think I'm too good for this job. We had a talk about that and it made me think. About why this thing might be happeneing to me, cause I've been going through day after day, annoyed that I'm getting nowhere but doing nothing about it. And you made me realise. Even though you don't remember. I really appreciate it.'

'I'm not saying I believe you, but... Would this be why you're suddenly kind of...'

'Nicer?'

'No! Wait, not NO, just - not that you weren't nice before. I mean. Yeah. You seem warmer. Buying us coffees. Talking to us. And stuff.'

'That's what this is. I feel like being stuck with the consequences of my bad attitude for what feels like eternity has shown me how unproductive and irritating I was before - or, yesterday, as far as you're concerned. Tell me it doesn't make sense.'

Jack sighed. 'What else has happened in these days?'

'So there was the one where I broke my arm.' The detail that he'd then asked Jack out was on the tip of his tongue but he decided to leave it there. 'Um. I offended you in one. Walked around the motel in my underwear. Spent a lot, like, a lot of time watching TV. Finally finished Breaking Bad which is, you know, kind of productive. There was one - this is the funniest thing - where I was feeling so so good, so I called Andy and asked for a promotion. And he said yes. And then it went away.'

'Shit, Dave.'

'Yeah. I -'

Spot appeared to collect their empty glasses, silencing Davey. Jack eyed him. Davey blushed and waited for Spot to go before continuing.

'I, um... I went home with him. Once or twice, or...' He cleared his throat. 'Sixteen times.' Jack raised his eyebrows.

'Davey.'

'I know, I know. Not classy. But.'

'No, no, I get it! Like, that's probably what I would do. If I could do this thing. Get really, really good at sex. Put the time to good use.' He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. 'But then don't you only have a day to get him into bed?'

'I kind of have a... like, a routine now? I know that if I acknowledge him in the square in the morning, get talking to him in here in the evening, say the right things, god, it sounds so skeevy to say it out loud.'

'No, I - wow. And then tomorrow none of it will have ever happened?'

'Yeah. I'll remember it. You won't. February 2nd. Groundhog Day.'

'Oh man. You must be so sick of that rodent.'

'You have no idea.'

'Do you explain this to me every day? 50 First Dates style?'

'I might. This is the first time I've tried. Some days I just lie in bed all day.'

'You miss the broadcast?'

'I have a bunch of times. You and Crutchie actually manage great without me.'

'I'm sure that's not true.'

'What else do you do? Lots of rescuing people and saving the day?'

'Haha, no... Sometimes I just go to the diner and pound a stack of pancakes and ice cream.'

'Let's do it.'

//

'What would you do? Do you think?'

'This. Whole bunch of this.' Jack gestured towards the food being heaped on their table. 'This is the dream. Then I'd...' He was quiet for a few seconds. 'I'd learn all the languages in the whole world. Sign language. Norwegian. All of 'em. Learn to cook. Watch Titanic. Read War and Peace. Oh, learn to play everything, all the instruments, sing, whatever.'

'Lot of learning.'

'Yeah, I mean - hated school, loved learning, but now it's like, I got no time, you know? But if I did.'

Davey nodded, staring down at his plate. Jack was right. He should be the one with all this time, not Davey - all Davey had done was use it to eat 10,000 calories a day and sleep. What was he thinking?

'Jack... How have you got it so right? How did you know that's what I should be doing?'

'I didn't... I don't know. I just think that's what I would do.'

'What do you wanna do now?'

'Now?'

'Yeah, I've been dragging you around all day.'

'You haven't been -'

'C'mon.'

'Fine...' Jack glanced out the window. 'How about watching the sun go down in the park?'

//

'I can't believe I've never thought to do this.'

They stood atop a hill in the park. The snow had only recently stopped so there was a fresh blanket around them, and a biting chill in the air as the sun set over the horizon in a blaze of orange. Davey had already snuck several glances at Jack, his serene face lit up, a hint of red on his cheeks and the end of his nose, so he was nervous about taking another one but found he couldn't resist. 

His breath caught in his throat as Jack turned his head to meet his gaze. 

'Probably hard to remember stuff like this when you've got that much going on.'

'You're right. Thanks. For reminding me.'

Jack responded with a smile and turned back to watch. They stayed there as the sky around them grew dark and Davey tried to figure out if it meant something that he felt so comfortable in Jack's company, or if he was indulging in too much wishful thinking. It was easy for him to feel like today was almost something like a date because he had been letting himself think of Jack in that way, but it had still been less than twelve hours since he told Jack what was going on. As much as he felt like their relationship had really started to turn into something, he had to remember that. 

'Can I stay up with you?' Jack asked this without looking at him. Davey watched his breath freeze.

'Stay up?'

'To see what happens? At midnight?'

'Of course you can.' What did he mean? Stay here in the park? The bar? The motel room? 'I don't know if anything's going to happen.'

'It'll be cool to see, right?'

'Right.'

//

Jack had suggested treating the night like a sleepover, remembering how as a kid he could never fall asleep at them. They thus found themselves in Davey's motel room, sprawled on the bed, watching movies and eating candy, fighting the fatigue that was catching up with them rapidly. It was a long, mentally taxing day for both of them and while they couldn't comprehend doing anything more active than doing what they were doing, it was getting harder and harder to keep their eyes open.

Davey leaned back against the pillows, and Jack lay on the bed next to him, both watching the credits roll on Davey's laptop at the end of the bed. Jack spoke first, voice husky with tiredness.

'What time is it?'

'Almost 12.'

'What's going to happen?'

'I've never been awake for it. I don't know.'

'I might turn into dust. Or a cloud of smoke. Or glitter!' He held his hand out in front of his face. 'You've never stayed up to see?'

'No. This life is exhausting enough. Usually at the end of the day I'm too excited to see it disappear.'

'Same with today?'

'Not really.'

Jack grinned. He stared up at the ceiling. 'It has been a long day.'

'I know. Thanks for listening to me.'

'It's been fun, too.'

'Yeah. It has been.' He looked down at Jack, lying next to him, hair tickling his arm. 'Jack?'

'What?'

'If this - fixes it, breaks it, whatever. If we wake up on February 3rd. Will you still believe me?'

Jack took a second. He glanced down then back up. 'Yeah. Probably.'

'Thanks.'

'What time is it now?'

'Still almost 12.'

'What time exactly?'

'11:58.'

'Got anything else you wanna do before the day disappears?'

Lots of things, Davey thought. He watched Jack stifle a yawn. Took a deep breath in.

'I wanna say that... I'm glad that if I had to do this day over and over, it was with you.’

'Aw, stop it.' Jack beamed at him before yawning again.

'You can go to sleep. I won't mind.'

'It's fine, I'm not even tired.' He closed his eyes.

Maybe it was how Jack had voluntarily lay down so close to him, or how today had felt so much more revelatory than all the other days, but he let himself be compelled by the urge to lower his hand and comb his fingers through Jack's hair. Time froze as Jack inhaled at the contact, but then he let out a long sigh, keeping his eyes closed as Davey kept running his hand through. 

'Feels so good.' He barely opened his mouth, snuggling just a little closer to Davey. This wasn't nothing. Couldn't be nothing. He surprised Davey by continuing to talk. 'Don't laugh. The car thing... Did it to impress you.' 

Davey couldn't stop the grin stretching across his face. Jack opened one eye to look up at him. 'I said don't laugh!'

'I'm not!'

'Don't know what I thought would happen. Probably worked better on the women in the car.

'It definitely worked better on them. Shoulda heard what they were saying about you.'

'Would I be shocked?'

'That's one word for it.'

The clock ticked on. Davey stroked Jack's hair. Jack changed the subject.

'It's weird.' He spoke in a low voice into the room. Davey waited for a clarification. 'How... How different you can see a person after just a day.' His breath caught in his throat. 

'How do you mean?'

'You know... 'M sorry, Dave.'

'What?'

'For thinking that you were like... Square. Robot. Whatever. Shoulda given you a chance.'

'Jack... Shut up.' He said this kindly, quietly. 'Please don't say sorry for how I've been acting. That was me, but things changed.'

'I don't know... This guy had to be in there somewhere, right?' He finally sat up. Davey let his hand fall to the bed. Jack turned around and pointed at him, lazily letting his fingertip rest on Davey's chest. 'Maybe deep down, but definitely in there.'

'It's... cause of you.' Davey's words were barely audible. 'You've made me better, and you don't even know.' He gulped, stomach fizzing.

Jack was kneeling next to him, knees against the outside of his thigh. Davey was still reclined back on the pillows. They stared steadily at each other. Every second that passed made the inevitable more so but both carried the tiny hint of reticence until Davey, fuelled by the horrible knowledge that his actions might, could, would be erased - sat up, drawing himself level with Jack, and Jack took this as the cue that it was. 

Even as their lips met and Davey felt the sweet culmination of days spent longing and longing for Jack, even as he was finally able to cup Jack's face, lean his chest into him, let out a soft moan at how good and right it felt, and even as he could tell somewhere deep in his mind that he would always always remember the way Jack's hand stroked his jaw and then moved up into his hair, and how his kiss was like a sweet nothing and a long sigh and a warm hug all wrapped up in a neat package - he could still feel that jarring distinction between the exasperated Davey that had arrived in Punx with a weatherman who was too god damn optimistic and needed to get the fucking broadcast over with, and the one who had spent the day talking and listening to Jack, laughing with him, smiling, all of it. Jack was kissing him just a day after arriving into Punx with him, and maybe that meant he was right - maybe it meant that he had been hibernating the person he really was under layers of strict standoffish personality, because how else could Jack be kissing him like this?

Jack pressed him back into the bed, hovering over his lap, alternating between hard, long kisses and soft, coaxing ones, and he gripped Jack's waist under his shirt, trying to bring him even closer than he was. Obscene, muffled groans escaped their mouths and Jack straddled one of Davey's legs. 

They broke apart for breath, foreheads resting against each other, and Davey stroked a knuckle along Jack's cheekbone. 

'I've wanted that for so long,' he bit his lip as Jack started planting kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

'You shoulda said,' Jack replied. He ran the pad of his thumb over Davey's bottom lip, staring down in reverence. 'I wish you'd said.'

'You know now.' 

Jack nodded and kissed him again, short and sweet. 'I can't keep my fucking eyes open.' 

'It's okay. Can't stay up forever.' Davey glanced over at the alarm clock. 12:14. 'It's February 3rd. Right?'

'Yeah. It is.' 

'I'm still scared of falling asleep. I'm scared that if I do, this will all go away.'

'You can't not sleep.'

Davey pulled him down for another kiss, and as his eyes fluttered closed he could feel them stinging. He was so close to passing out, and he knew Jack was too.

'Right. You're right. Let's just... Stay? Please?'

'I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.' Jack settled down next to him, head on his shoulder, hand flat on Davey's chest. 'Dave... If what you've said is true... If tomorrow's Groundhog Day again... Listen, I always thought you were hot, okay? When I first met you, even driving up yesterday. Always. And you being this new, warm, sweet guy - I'm just yours. Easy.'

Davey's breath caught in his throat as he rested his hand on Jack's. What Jack had just given him, in saying that - it let him drift off into the sleep he'd been fighting so hard with the knowledge that even if this beautiful day was erased in the morning, everything wasn't lost. But there was only one way to find out.