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fangirlfiction · 4 years

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Born to Ride

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: part 1 of the Born To series. A mystery man shows up on your doorstep, and your job, and your doorstep again, to make you an offer you have a hard time refusing. things go well, but only for a little while.

Warnings: some mentions of violence, some fighting. maybe some language. this chapter is pretty mild. this series as a whole is angsty though!

A/N: hello hi hey! so, I wrote a lil 4 part mini series! and this is the first part! the next part will go up on the Friday of each week (for the time zone people, this is my Friday, so whatever time this is going up for you is when the next parts will go up!) also, if you want to be on the taglist for this series or any of my writings, just send me an ask and I can tag you ♥ thank you for being so patient with my sporadic writings, things have been kind of tough the last few months, but I’m trying. okay, I love you all!

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You sigh as you pull up to your trailer.

As you put the car in park and put your name tag in your cup holder, you think about the long bath you plan on taking, and the equally long nap that will inevitably follow. You exit your car and step through the front door, rolling your eyes when you are instantly greeted by your boyfriend yelling at the TV down the hall. You kick off your shoes and move to the cabinet where you keep the box of tips from your job at the diner.

You dig through the cabinet in frustration. “Danny, where is the money box?”

His voice rings out from down the hall, “I don’t know. Somewhere.”

Narrowing your eyes at his tone, you slam the cabinet door closed and stalk towards the only bedroom in the small trailer. Your boyfriend is sprawled out on the bed, eyes focused on the T.V. as he smashes buttons on the controller in his hand. “Danny, what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”

He sighs and pauses his game, turning to you. “The guys were here, and we got hungry watching the game. What was I supposed to do?”

“Where. Is. It?”

He uses his head to gesture to the corner of the room, and your eyes land on the small box you use to hide the extra cash. Lid open, and lying on its side. Empty.

You walk over and grab the box, and hold it up. “What the hell did you buy? There was at least $300 in here!”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, okay. But it was my turn to host and we needed the money.”

“That was weeks worth of tips! Do you know how many shitty days at the diner I had to put in to make that?”

“It was just laying around in the box. You never spend it anyways.” He turns back to his game and picks up the controller. “I don’t know why you don’t race anymore. The money you were making there would have paid for anything we could have ever wanted.”

You resist the urge to scream as he resumes his game, and you turn and leave the room, box in hand. You step into the small bathroom and close the door, leaning against it and letting out a long breath. As you feel your blood pressure return to normal, you reach into the pocket of your uniform and pull out the wad of ones from your overnight shift and place them in the box. You hear your boyfriend yell in frustration at his game and you check that the door is securely locked before you kneel down and open the lower cabinets. You quietly push the cleaners and soaps to the side before finding the loose spot in the paneling. You wedge your nail into the tiny gap and pop the panel off, revealing a small hole, only slightly larger than the box sitting next to you.

With one more glance at the locked door, you reach inside and pull out the cinched bag, and tug it open to reveal a gun, and a relic from your past that you wished you could forget. The buckle wasn’t big, just the right size to fit on any standard utility belt. It was the only uniform you had from your old life, a requirement for any standard suit, for ease in identifying the others that were like you. Your fingers trace the hourglass shape, the red outline glinting at you in the light of the bathroom.

A distant knock draws you from your thoughts, followed closely by your boyfriend’s voice. “Babe, can you get that? I’m busy!”

You roll your eyes and return the gun and buckle to the bag, before returning the bag, and now the money box, to the hole. As you reattach the paneling and hide the location, you yell out, “Coming!”

You close the cabinet doors softly, flush the toilet just in case, and leave the bathroom, making a beeline for your front door. When you approach the door, you are surprised to see a man in a suit with a pair of dark sunglasses, and not your boyfriend’s loser friends as you were expecting. Your brows draw together as you open the door just enough to step outside, and turn to face the man. “May I help you?”

The man clears his throat and answers with your last name, and you give a small nod. “Yes?”

“I have a job for you.”

You tilt your head to the side, eyeing the man. “I’m sorry?”

“There’s a dirtbike race on Saturday. We need you to win it.”

You shake your head, “You must have me mistaken for someone else, I don’t race.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a news article, one with your smiling picture largely printed on it. You give him a regretful look. “Anymore. I don’t race anymore.”

He glances behind you at your trailer, before meeting your eyes again. “We’ll pay you.”

You pause, but recover immediately. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

You turn and slip back inside, locking the door as soon as you’re inside. Your boyfriend walks into the room, curious. “Who was that?”

“No one. Just some solicitor.”

He shrugs and grabs a beer from the fridge before leaving you to your thoughts.

The man shows up three more times before you finally hear him out. Once at your trailer, and twice at the diner. You finally agree to talk to him three days after his initial visit. You convinced yourself it had nothing to do with the pile of overdue bills on the table at home.

You plop down in the booth across from him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Alright, let’s hear the pitch.”

“There’s a race this Saturday, in Boston.” He slides a flyer to you, but you only glance at it briefly before meeting his eyes again. “We need you to win it.”

“Who is we?”

“An interested party.”

You raise a brow. “Why do you need me to win?”

“Can’t tell you that.”

“Why me?”

He shrugs. “Because we heard you were the best.”

You shake your head. “I haven’t ridden in years. I don’t even have a bike anymore.”

“We will provide all the equipment, and pay the entry fees. All that we require is that you race, and win.”

“And if I don’t?” He looks at you, confused. “Win, I mean.”

He gives you a grim smile. “Let’s just say it would be in your best interest to come out on top.”

You take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “And if I win, I get the prize money?”

“Of course. The $2,000 reward will be yours. Along with an $8,000 thank you from the interested party.”

You let out a low whistle. “$10k? You’re offering me $10,000 to show up and win a race?”

“Yes.”

You eye him suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. We need a job done and you are the most capable to do it.” He eyes the diner, a faint look of disgust passing over his features. “And $10,000 can change your life.”

You sit silently for a minute, weighing the options. You were almost certain that something illegal was involved, but you had been on the wrong side of the law before. And $10k would be enough to get you away from the life you were living, at least. It could easily get you away from Danny. Without another thought, you look up at the man. “Yes.”

He simply nods, and slides a phone to you. “All communications will go through this phone. After your final payment, destroy the phone and any other records you may have.” He then passes you a duffel bag. “Inside this bag you will find a plane ticket, along with the keys to a storage unit in Boston, which is where you will find any and all gear you may need. If there are any other problems, contact us.”

You take the phone and the bag, and you nod. The man stands, and gives you one last look. “We’ll be in touch.”

As he walks away, you check the plane ticket, and you’re shocked to find that it’s slated to leave in a few hours. Without wasting another second, you leave the diner for what you hoped was the last time and headed to your trailer. You were relieved to find that Danny was out with his friends, making it easier to pack and leave without any issues. The mystery man had included a second ticket for Danny, but you rip it to shreds and toss it, before leaving a note taped to the fridge.

Visiting my sister in Kansas.

See you soon.

The flight came and went without a hitch. Well, there was one hitch.

Danny.

As you step off the flight and check your phone, you are shocked to find dozens of texts, missed calls, and voicemails. You look at the phone in annoyance, realizing it is your last lifeline to the most recent chapter of your life, and to Danny. And that realization makes it that much easier to drop your phone and smash it under your heel, before discarding it in a nearby trash can. You gather your bags and head to the storage facility, pleased to find a dirtbike just like the one you rode a few years back. There’s gear too, all decked out in a familiar shade of red and black, with a photo taped to the side of the helmet. You look down at it, realizing where they drew the gear inspiration from. The picture is from your last big win, a grin stretched across your face and a trophy tightly gripped in your hand. Your other hand is intertwined with none other than Danny, your bike mechanic at the time. You quit one week after this picture was taken, while you were getting bandaged up in a hospital room. You shudder at the memory, as the worst of it comes back in flashes. Two men, dressed in all black. The sound of gunshots. The feeling of fire as it tore through your body. You absentmindedly rub your shoulder.

You shake your head and fold up the picture, before tucking it in your pocket. With one final check of the gear and nothing left to do, you head back to the hotel and do the only thing you can do.

Wait.

Race day comes slowly. You spent the few days leading up the race doing some light practice and feeling ready. But now, as you stand at the start line straddling your bike, you start to panic. You haven’t raced in years. Hell, you haven’t even ridden in years. And looking at the others around you, you were starting to become acutely aware of that fact. Before you can spiral any further, a familiar voice yells your name from behind you. You turn and groan as Danny runs up to you, pushing a bike. Your bike, from years ago.

“Danny, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing! I thought you were done with racing until the end of time.”

You roll your eyes, “I was. But then… Wait, how did you find me?”

“Margie heard you talking to some guy at the diner, said you agreed to go to some race in Boston. And then I found the ripped up ticket in the trash, and I knew this is where you’d be.”

He steps closer to you, looking ready to kiss you, but you step back. “I thought maybe you were too nervous to tell me about the race. In case you lost and didn’t get the prize money.”

You suppress an eye roll, and nod. “Uh, yeah. That was it.”

“Anyways, I brought your old bike. It was still on display at the garage and they let me tune it up and bring it to you.”

You feel a small surge of affection as he gestures for you to take the bike so he can take the new one. “Thanks, Danny.”

“Where’d you get this one from, anyways?”

“Uh, they loaned it to me.”

“Huh.” He leans down to inspect the bike. “Looks like it cost a pretty penny.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” The loudspeakers crackle to life around you, urging racers to move to the line so the race can begin. You glance at Danny. “Guess that’s my cue.”

“Good luck, and win us at that money!”

You turn and push your bike back to the line, hopping on and firing it up, smiling at the familiar feel. As the announcer reads the rules, you pull your helmet over your head and nudge the visor down, before wrapping your hands around the grips and getting ready. Seconds later, you hear the horn ring out, signaling the start. Everyone jumps into action almost simultaneously, sending dirt and mud flying.

You manage to beat the bulk of the pack, pulling ahead and starting in 10th. As you fly around the track and the laps add up, you move closer and closer to the top. At the start of the last lap, you find yourself in second, right behind an all blue bike. You inch closer and closer to him, trying to find an opening to take first, and smirking when you see the turn in the lap up ahead. Knowing this is your best shot, you ease to his left, preparing to pass him on the inside. As the turn approaches and you start to overtake him, a sudden movement to your right causes you to look over at him. The driver is turned to face you, a gun in his hand and aimed right at you. You resist the urge to scream and hit the brakes instead, putting distance between you and the still moving driver. He seems to temporarily forget, and then remember, the bend in the road and he tries to swerve to avoid it, but the jerky movement sends him flying into the trees instead. You recover from your temporary shock and take off again, quickly passing the fallen driver and flying through the course. When you pass the finish line and see the wave of the checkered flag, you feel no joy, no pride. Only shock. You drive straight through the track, past the reporters, past the celebrating crowd, and past Danny, who is yelling your name.

You finally come to a stop outside of your tent, and you grab your things and take off again. Just as you enter the parking lot, the mystery man in the suit stops right in your path. You swerve to avoid him, narrowly missing, before jumping off your bike and turning to face him. “Congratulations. We knew you could do it.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“What?”

“The blue driver pulled a freaking gun on me!”

He frowns, “When? I didn’t see anything.”

“Right before he crashed! He could have killed me.”

“I never saw a gun.”

“But he-” You cut yourself off. “I have to go.”

“What about your-” He stops mid sentence, and you realize that the sound of footsteps behind you have steadily grown louder. You turn and find Danny, and for the first time in years, you’re actually happy to see him. “Danny, let’s go.”

“But what about-”

“No, let’s. Go.”

He shrugs, “Okay.” before taking the bike from you and leading you to his truck and trailer, and you glance back at the mystery man as you put space between you. “I’ll just load this up with the other one.”

You whip your head back in his direction, “Other one, what other one?”

“The bike you had before I brought you yours. I talked to the registration group and no one knows who it belongs to, so I’m taking it with us.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“C’mon, we can sell it! It’s practically brand new.”

You turn and look back at the mystery man, shuddering when you see that he’s gone. You turn back to Danny. “Okay, whatever, can you load quickly so we can just go?”

“Yeah, yeah, calm down. I’ll be done in a second.”

You walk off and move to the passenger door and climb in, before immediately locking the doors. As promised, Danny is in the car and driving away in a matter of minutes. You are down the road and navigating your way to the freeway before you know it, and as you watch the buildings fly by, you finally let yourself feel some relief. That is, until you hear the explosion.

part two here!

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fourtrisheafanfic · 6 years

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Fan fiction Title: Chat Room Romance

Rating: Mature

Summary: Two people meet in an X-Files online chat room and become instant friends. After a couple of months of chatting users ScientistScully (Dany) and FoxyMulder (Jon) decide to give it a try and meet on a blind date. What happens with sparks fly - but not in a good way? Chat Room Romance is a jonerys short-story written for the Jonerys Week 2018. I selected the Prompt Modern AU for day three (March 6th) - Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be for day four (March 7th).

**I have no rights to these characters, all belong to HBO and Author, George R.R. Martin**

#jonerysweek #jonerys week 2018 #jonerys

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++o+ Chapter One: Online Friendship +o++

01.03.2018

ScientistScully: Okay, Foxy…I just watched episode 1! Thank you for not sending me any spoilers since I couldn’t watch it live. Work was a nightmare today, as I suspected it would be. I just got home an hour ago.

FoxyMulder: First, you need to stop calling me Foxy. I was so drunk when I made up my username. StudMulder was already taken... lol. Kidding. But seriously, I am the furthest thing from being a fox. I consider myself more of a WOLF! ;-) And of course I wasn’t going to ruin the episode for you with spoilers.

ScientistScully: xoxo

FoxyMulder: Besides SS, you are my best friend – who else would I want to talk about our favorite show with?

ScientistScully: Hmmm…your best friend? You won’t even write out my full username, calling me SS! That is a pretty big title for you to give to a girl you have never met in real life.

FoxyMulder: First, if you want me to write out ScientistScully every time, I will do it for you. I’ll do anything for you. LOL As for us not having met in person… Well, that is true…but you do feel like my best friend. We have been talking online for many months now...and pretty much daily. When I have a problem, you are the first person I think of to talk to. Of course someone who loves the X-Files as much as you do would be a wealth of knowledge about the real world!

ScientistScully: I am just teasing you, the truth is your (cyber) friendship has become really important to me too. I feel like I can talk to you about anything…so thank you for that. There is probably something safe about speaking to someone online that is never going to be in your “real life” - - makes it more secure?

FoxyMulder: Yeah – you can’t betray me and spill all of my dark secrets that I confide in you!

ScientistScully: True dat. Okay – ENOUGH flattery – Let’s talk about the show…I didn’t love it. I can’t get over the nerve of the writers!!! I will revolt if the Smoking Man is telling the truth that he fathered William by pairing his DNA with aliens and impregnating Scully. Hell no!!!! That better be Mulder’s love child.

FoxyMulder: Oh my sweet SS! The moment I watched that part I knew you were going to be so pissed off!!! I knew it! You are such a romantic – still shipping Mulder and Scully after all these years.

ScientistScully: And you aren’t a romantic? Of COURSE I ship them, they are meant to be!

FoxyMulder: Am I romantic? I think with the right girl…I would be. Speaking of that…have you thought about what I said…maybe we can meet in the real world one day? I am sure there will be some Comic Con event we can meet at…pick a city that is somewhere in the middle of the cities we secretly live in.

ScientistScully: Oh Foxy… Remember our promise – we agreed to not exchange real names or talk about where we live. I am a girl in my 20s… I like how safe this thing we have is now. Don’t be mad, okay?

FoxyMulder: I could never be mad at you. And I get where you are coming from. Although I promise I am not a serial killer, I respect your wishes. Maybe five years from now when we are still debating the X-Files series we can meet then. ;-) As I am in my 20s too...I can be patient until you are ready.

ScientistScully: Thanks Foxy xo! You’re too good to me. Before we discuss tonight’s show – I want to hear about how Ghost’s visit to the vet went…all okay? ….

02.01.2018

FoxyMulder: Hey, how was your day? Are you feeling better?

ScientistScully: Hi Foxy, I am not feeling better. :-( I ended up staying home all day and sleeping. My office was not happy with me.

FoxyMulder: I was worried about that, when you cut our chat short last night...I just knew you were really sick.

ScientistScully: Yeah, my roommate made me chicken soup before she left for her fiance’s place. I’ve nibbled on that and just rested.

FoxyMulder: I would so take care of you...if you would let me.

ScientistScully: Promises, promises…. LOL

FoxyMulder: Ha, ha. You are too much. But seriously, if you aren’t feeling well we can stop chatting. I don’t want to be responsible for hindering your recovery.

ScientistScully: I am literally laughing. You always make me smile...Foxy. ;-) No, I hated not chatting with you last night. I missed you… Tell me about your day…

02.06.2018

ScientistScully: Hey… If I said something to upset you, I just wanted to say I am sorry. I am sometimes guilty of putting my foot in my mouth. I miss you, “Foxy”. :-(

FoxyMulder: Fuck.. SS, I am the one who is sorry. No, you are perfect and probably the most amazing person I’ve ever gotten close with. The things I told you about...about my life, my family… I’ve never talked to ANYONE about those things. I just felt so overwhelmed after and I needed some time alone to brood. But you are amazing, I count on you. Sorry if that sounds...weird? But it is true. Besides, I finally got you to agree to exchange photos of our furry-babies (as you like to call them...not my words). Yours cats are so cute. I’d rather see a picture of you.,, But still a WIN!

ScientistScully: First, thank you for confiding in me. I care about you too. A lot. And I do owe you an apology. My crazy ranting about your stepmother was not cool, and I am sure although TRUE, it didn’t make you feel any better. Again - I am really sorry. I wish I had been more level headed and calm. I care about you… it just hit me harder than I thought it would.

FoxyMulder: Hey, stop. No apology needed. Well...the only apology you owe me is for not being willing to meet at some random city and give me a real hug of comfort. (kidding!...kinda)

ScientistScully: Hey - we just have shared all of this personal life stories with each other….baby steps my friend. Baby steps! And GHOST is gorgeous...I just want to hug him!

FoxyMulder: you want to hug my dog...but not me?? Ouch! I know, I know. I just want what I want. And that is to really get to meet you. In the real world. BUT until then… Are you so excited for tomorrow night’s new episode?

ScientistScully: Kinda… An episode that is centered around Skinner and called “Kitten” makes me wonder….

02.14.2018

FoxyMulder: Look SS - it is not nice to cyber-MOCK me. I swear, Ghost can tell when I am chatting with YOU!!! Dogs are very intuitive. Although my dog doesn’t know you, I am pretty sure he loves you. Besides...I know we have been chatting for hours...but I have to be honest with you about something off topic.

ScientistScully: Always...spill. Next you are going to tell me that you think my cats are psychic.

FoxyMulder: I was really...nervous...petrified even… That you weren’t going to be be able to chat tonight, since it is Valentine’s Day. I think my heart would’ve burst. I mean - I guess you have never told me that you don’t have a boyfriend...or even a husband (please God, do not tell me you are married)

ScientistScully: Foxy!!!! No, I am not married. LOL Jeez. And I am not dating anyone at the moment. I do go on the occasional date, usually when someone tries to set me up with some poor guy. But nothing good has ever come of that. And you?

FoxyMulder: Single...super single. But also super interested in someone.

ScientistScully: Oh? Well, that’s cool. So what’s she like?

FoxyMulder: Well, she is pretty amazing in every way that counts. Smart, wicked funny, kind, I love talking to her. She means a lot to me.

++long pause before ScientistScully replies ++

ScientistScully: Wow. She sounds amazing. So did you have a nice V-day with her? You seem like the kind of guy that would make a good effort...

FoxyMulder: Yeah, it has been a nice V-Day with her...because I am chatting with her right now.

ScientistScully: Foxy! STOP toying with me, that was cruel. Ugh, you had me going there… Look...I just don’t know what to say. But yes...I like you too. A lot.

FoxyMulder: Good, because I am crazy about you. SS - I will do anything. I will fly to your city, stay in my own hotel and just take you out for coffee. I am serious. Ghost has a new dog sitter and he is willing to do overnights!

ScientistScully: I am sitting here blushing...I need to think about it. Okay?

FoxyMulder: Okay. But will you tell me what city you live in...so I can start planning my trip?

ScientistScully: You are too much!!!! But FINE…. I live in Denver, Colorado. But do NOT go buying any plane tickets yet!

FoxyMulder: Wait - WHAT????? Are you kidding? I also live in Colorado...south of Denver...in the Wash Park area. This is CRAZY.

ScientistScully: You are kidding again right?

FoxyMulder: Dead serious - I live in Wash Park (Ghost’s favorite park) and work in the DTC. You?

ScientistScully: Work and live downtown… This is crazy.

FoxyMulder: No...I think it’s fate. Now we have to meet, for real. X-files won’t be on for couple weeks because of the Winter Olympics...who knows, maybe by then we can even watch it together….

ScientistScully: Slow down there… This is just crazy, but also pretty cool. Give me a few days to think about it. Please?

FoxyMulder: SS - of course. I want you to take all the time you need...I am just really happy.

ScientistScully: Thanks. And just so you know….I am really happy too….

02.17.2018

“Why are we still even talking about this, Dany?!” Missie says across the breakfast table, taking a large sip from her coffee. “You are CRAZY about this guy. I knew it when you had been talking to him for just a few weeks and you had those dates with Daario.”

“Daario? What does he have to do with this?” Dany asks, genuinely confused. She had only gone on a handful of dates with Daario...and they were pretty much a flop.

“Um, when someone as fine as Daario is throwing himself at your feet, taking you on fancy dates...and all YOU wanted to do was get home, change into your pajamas so you can log on and chat with “FoxyMulder” - - that is how I know you really like this guy...you liked him then and I think you like him a lot more now. Let’s not forget - it turns out he lives in the same state!” Missie says firmly, enjoying the look of surprise flashing on Dany’s face.

Dany’s mind is racing. How did this even happen? She has been an avid X-files fan for decades and she decided to log into a X-Files chat room one night, just to discuss the theories and enjoy some banter before the new season started… And then she met him, FoxyMulder.

Dany also trusts Missie’s opinion more than anyone else. She has always been level headed, calm and gives the best advice. She will be so sad when Missie moves in with her fiance Grey after their wedding in two months. But Dany knows they will remain close, plus Grey’s condo is only 5 blocks away.

“You are right...I am even surprised how much I like him, I care about him. We’ve talked about such personal things. I mean...it is even possible to fall in love with someone you have never met in person???” Dany asks out loud what she wonders about often, she does feel confused.

“All I can tell you….that we both know a few couples that met via online dating and are really happy now. It is a new world. Yeah - you guys were on a chat group about a nerdy sci-fi show...but in the end...you were the one to tell me that you talk about X-files but much more about your real lives,” Missie pushes kindly. Her roommate is one of the sweetest persons she has ever known, she wants her to be happy.

Missie ponders the situation - maybe this X-Files nerd will be it for Dany. “I just think you should meet for coffee and don’t hold back!”

Dany smiles at her friend...feeling more confident with her decision. As always, she can’t wait to talk to Foxy via chat tonight.

02.17.2018

FoxyMulder: So as I end every chat lately...and I am persistent… Could I take you out for a coffee date? How about this next Friday….the 23rd?

ScientistScully: FoxyMulder...my answer is yes! Let’s do this. I would love to meet you for coffee. But please, nothing fancy. AND just in case it is a complete flop...can we agree to not exchange our real names yet?

FoxyMulder: In case what, that we hate each other??? Just so you know, I call you SS...not for ScientistScully...it is now for “Skeptical Scully”!

ScientistScully: ha, ha, ha….so is that a no for coffee then?

FoxyMulder: Hell yes - we are having our coffee date next weekend. I can’t wait!!!! I will pick out which coffee shop and get back to you. So Friday the 23rd... Shall we say 6pm? After work for us both?

ScientistScully: Sounds perfect.

FoxyMulder: It sounds like a date to me!

ScientistScully: Yes, a date. :-)

++o+ Chapter End +o++

Author’s Note: Chapter 2 can be found HERE

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kaywritesthings · 7 years

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God and country 4

clyde kissed his lips. "Oh yes, lets get tubes. Less workout with tubes." He giggled. HE went up to get tubes and came back with two. Heather and the girls joined them. After about 40 minutes everyone got out to switch over to the lazy river.

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly. "I don't know what I'm going to have for breakfast yet, honey, what do you want to have for breakfast," he sent back and then felt his eyes widen in shock when he saw the boyfriend pillow Clyde had made. He wasn't sure if he should find that creepy or adorable, so he figured it was something in between. "No, honey, no clubs. I don't even like clubs. I'm just going out to dinner with my married client," he promised. Gabe looked up at Foster and smiled. "I know. He is." He said fondly and laughed gently. "I'm sure she's great," Gabe said and shook Foster's hand. "I guess I'll see you there tonight."

Clyde joined the chat 54 minutes ago

Clyde: Clyde didnt like that he was having dinner with a client, but he figured it was ok. the man or woman was married.He hoped woman. He decided to go out and buy a new phone. He kept his number. He loved it, then realize he was being selfish and bought his friend one too and then he bought Gabe gifts, he bought him new suits to wear and pajamas that matched his. He found out where his office was and orderd flowers. Heather helped him. He had roses sent to his office. "I miss you. xoxoxoxxoxooxoxo." He wrote. He had to work, so he put the card away in the room and went to work. He was on night shift. He had a few people hit on him. He had no idea why he was getting a lot of people on him now. Maybe when you were taken, it made one feel more attractive.

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Gabe: Gabe discussed a few more things with Foster before they parted ways, and then he headed back to his apartment really fast to change and take a quick nap before going back to the office and really working the case. He fell into the hard work and felt time passing, and didn't really look up until he saw some roses being brought in. He smiled up at them and took a break to text Clyde really fast. "The roses are beauitful. Thank you, honey. XO" He ordered some food into the office, arragned some meetings for the next day and then went down to the theatre.

Clyde: Clyde missed him a lot. He tried not to. He wonderd if he should ask a couple days off and go see Gabe! That would be a nice surprise and he really wanted to see NYC. He asked his boss and she said yes quickly. He squealed, but had no idea how to order plane tickets, so heather helped him. He worried about his dragon, but heather said she would take care of it. He wondered if Gabe would like this surprise or not. He was a little scared, the airport was big. He put on nice clothes and got his hair done cute and shaggy. He didnt know Gabes apartment or place. He called the office and got someoen named jackson to give him the office address. He wrote it on a piece of paper. Foster greeted him. He took him backstage to meet Hedwig. "She's very famous I guess in some groups. I take it you dont do a lotof theatre? I didnt either until her. HONEY! Are you here? Oh crap, I need to buy her roses. I do it ever show.. Hold on." He pushed an app and abutton and they sent it right away. He needed to put them bak on a time schdule.

Clyde: {also i have an altermative one wher ehe doesnt go to nyc HAAH if you wnt to wait i want to see your ideas too)

Clyde: Clyde sighed and mised him a lot. He worked all evening and went to eat at a salad buffett since he felt he was getting kinda fat. He smiled when he got the text abot the roses he put a xoxo in the text. He didnt want to be too annoying. He laid on his bed with four other girls and watched a movie before they ordered frinks and turned on music

Gabe: Gabe put his phone on silent and stepped into the theatre with Foster. It seemed like a nice place, and he could see why Foster wanted to save it. It seemed to be pretty poplar too, by the amount of people streaming in. He waited for Foster's wife to come out of the dressing room, not wanting to intrude. When she did poke her head out, in full make up and a dressing gown, she looked him over and narrowed her eyes. "So you're the fat Jew everyone tells me about," she said finally. "I told everyone I wanted a fat Jew to do all of that...legal shit," she said vaguely making a gesture into the air. "I told my ex husband he should go into something Jew-y and make us more money but he refused. Impossible man." Hedwig went back into her room and stared to dress. "You can stare if you like, honey, but maybe you should go get a seat for the real show."

Clyde: "Ah k. Yeah, that's my wife. Sorry she's... she's very vocal and pretty!"He yelled. His son ran from for hedwig and hugged her leg. "Can I wear make up?" He asked her. He wanted hedwig to pick him up. "If you cant be fabouluos, than get out of my face!" He rehearshed. Foster sighed. he took him out of the room and into a seat. "Well the court thing is tomorrow, but tonight enjoy. Her show has a good story if she tells it, sometimes she just wants to insult peopl for an hour and sing. " He warned Gabe. Clyde got off the plane and was scared, he went to gabes office, everything was so overwhelming. He didnt know what to do and cried a couple of times from excitement and fear. He sent Gabe a text. "Where are you?"

Gabe: Gabe didn't really know what to say and just sort of nodded a little, giving Hedwig a tense sort of smile. Foster wasn't kidding. She was really...something. It was cute to see her with a kid though. Something about her almost softened immediately and she reached down and picked him up, setting him down on the vanity. "Of course, my little honey bee," she cooed and smiled. "You look so pretty when you let Hedwig do your makeup," she said and sat down to start doing it, laughing to herself. Gabe let Foster show him to a seat and nodded. "Thank you. I'm sure the show will be great." Gabe checked his phone one more time before turning it off for good and saw the text from Clyde. "I'm seeing my client's show downtown," he typed back quickly. "Aren't you at work, honey? I promise I'll call you back later, I have to turn my phone off now."

Clyde: "Wait, what show? Please tel me.. Please?" He text. New york was amazing and he wanted to bath in it, but he wanted to do it with Gabe by his side. peoplewere shoving red bus tours in his face. A few grabbed his ass... Foster sighed and loved when Hedwig was with his little boy. Clyde sent him another text. "I just want to know, please?"

Gabe: Gabe was about to touch the off button when another text came through. he typed out one quick reply. "It's called Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and I'm so sorry, honey, I have to go. I'll call you when the show is done okay? xoxo." He replied and then shut his phone off for good.

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Clyde: Clyde knew the show ! He loved Hedwig. He couldnt believe he was seeing her! He got someone to help him go to the theatre He didnt carry cash. He gave him his scarf as a tip. They liked it. He went to the theatre. "You got to let me in, my boyfriend is inside. "He begged the ticket man. "He's the lawyer guy, please?" He pouted. They sighed and tried to see what they could do. Hedwig ususally didnt like people coming in when she was on stage singing tear me down. They snuck him in. Foster was outside for a moment looking over paper work, when he looked up to see Clyde, and boy was that man gorgeous. "Hey.. you look familiar." He said. "I do?" Clyde said. "My boyfriend is in there. Gabe..-last name- Foster smiled. "oh, wow yeah. he did well ." He laughed. "come on, hedwig can get mad at me for shining inside light." He opened the door and hedwig was on stage. Clyde gasped when he saw her. "Sorry honey!" Foster yelled.

Clyde: http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jpg...

Clyde: s hair cut he wa busy

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Clyde: what hes wearing, cause its importnar

Gabe: Gabe settled in to see the show and was enjoying what was happening so far, but turned a little when he heard some commotion near the doors. Hedwig heard it too and stopped singing in the middle of the song, shouting something at the band in German and then crossing her arms over her chest and looking towards the open door. "I tell you over and over again, little people in their little red vests, if they can't make it to the theatre on time they don't deserve to see my show!" she shouted petulantly. She heard Foster's voice and let out a long suffering sigh. "Fine, fine, hurry to the seat then, darling, you're ruining my big moment." Gabe looked around and was floored to see Clyde being the one shown to an empty seat near him. "Clyde?" he whispered in surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

Clyde: He saw Gabe and squealed. Foster went to ask the person sitting beside Gabe if they would mind moving. They didnt seem to mind as long as they got an autograph.He nodded. "Ok fine, move please." Clyde sat beside him and hugged him with a loud queak. He heard an usher tell him so shhh. He kissed his cheek "I missed you so much, and heatehr helped me find you!" He said. He kissed his cheek. "Are you mad?"

Gabe: Gabe was shocked but hugged Clyde back and kissed him on the lips softly. "Okay, baby no I'm not mad, I think it's great that your here, but we should be quiet, becuase of the show-" he explained and looked up to see Hedwig on stage, tapping her foot expectantly. "Yes, fat jew and his jail bait. I see you." On stage Yitzhak very cautiously offered up one of his boots, in case she wanted to throw something. It was just easier sometimes to have something ready. And so she didn't start throwing the liquor bottles because that seemed so much worse. "No no, they are safe for now, that fat Jew is my lawyer, aren't you honey?" Hedwig smiled at Yitzak. "Why don't you go talk Jew to him and make him pay attention to the show. Maybe put a muzzle on the puppy too."

Clyde: Clyde watched hedwig and waved. He super thought she was cute. He turned to Gabe wh osaid to be quiet. He wondered if he could hold his hand. He laced their fingers together and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Foster sighed and hoped Hedwig would move on with the series. He saw his son sitting back stage side to the stage coloring like he did every night JHe was glad they got custody of him. Clyde perked up. "you got a puppy" He asked gabe when hedwig said his puppy

Clyde: move on with the show not series hah

Clyde: *his son is sitting to the side of the stage, laing on his stomach coloring and humming to hedwig music haah

Clyde: SORRY MOM IS BEING TALKY

Gabe: Gabe squeezed Clyde's hand and laughed just a little bit. "Honey," he whispered into Clyde's ear, "You're the puppy. Now shh, we'll talk more after the show." Hedwig findally decided that people were paying enough attention and got the band started up again, and there was a loud cheer in the audience.

Clyde: Clyde whispered to Gabe "Where is the berlin wall? " He asked. He hummed. "And where is germany?" He kissed his cheek. He loved looking at Gabe. He coudlnt tell if Gabe was annoyed or happy to see him. He loved the show. He had never sene a show like this, he loved the music and sang alonga little. Theo came out on stage to do the final song with Hedwig, because he loved to be pat of it. He u sually just danced around the side of the stage in a cute dress.

Gabe: Gabe just squeezed Clyde's hand when he tried to talk after that, and whispered a promise that they would talk after the show. It really was a very powerful piece, and Hedwig was truly a fabulous performer. Clyde did make an 'aww' sound when the little boy stumbled out on stage at the finale and After the song Hedwig went and scooped him up, dancing around wit him as the glitter fell from the ceiling. The lights came up in the theatre and Gabe really felt like he could greet Clyde then. He hugged him tightly and kissed him again. "I still can't believe you're here! Did you make it here okay? You seem okay, you surprised me so much."

Clyde: "It was scary. The plane was scary ." He pouted and kissed his lips "I got ok at work to be here for two days. They knew I missed you so so much." He gave him an eskimo kiss. "The whole plce is big and overwhelming and people are much more touchy here. Please dont leave my side." He pouted. He was glad that Gabe wasnt upset that he was here. "Did you miss me? I skipped breakgast cause I didnt know what you were going to have." Foster came over and smiled. "We are going out to eat, if you two want to join us?"

Gabe: Gabe chuckled a little, knowing he'd been gone only half of a day at this point, but it was sweet that Clyde had missed him so much. "Oh Clyde, honey, I wish you'd told me you were coming. I would have made arrangements to get you at the airport." He laughed softly and stroked Clyde's arm. He looked up when Foster came over and nodded. "Yes of course, that sounds wonderful, right Clyde?"

Clyde: "I am sorry. I shold have. I just didnt think it through." He laughed. He turned to Foster and hugged onto gabe. "YES! We want to eat dinner with you."He said. He saw hedwig and squealed. "I love your retro stories! So awesome!" he shouted. He heard a loud noise and jumped. It was just a truckIt was so loud here and big. He held onto gabe tight

Gabe: Hedwig put on a dress and touched up her makeup before coming out to see Foster and her laywer and his boy toy. He must be good at his job though, to be able to have such a hot young thing. Only rich men got boys like that. "Thank you, sweetie," Hedwig simpered and touched Clyde's cheek. "Let's go I'm starving," she said and walked off to get the cab. Gabe couldn't help but chuckle when Clyde jumped. "It's just a car backfiring, Clyde, I promise it's okay. This is a loud city."

Clyde: Clyde went over to Hedwig and talked her ear off about canada and if shes ever been. He could see foster and her looking at him. He knew they wondered how he was with gabe. Most people were curioys about why they were togehter, but they rationalied it as money. He took gabes hand and kissed his knuckles. He hoped Gabe didnt thik that, even if he spent like so much money. He sat down and looked at the menu "What are you gettig, Gabe?" He asked. Foster sat down. His son was asleep and had his head on hedwigs shoulder and arms around her neck sleeping.

Gabe: Gabe was glad to be holding Clyde's hand again, even if it was still overwhelming tha Clyde was here at all. But it was nice, regardless. He kissed Clyde's cheek and sat down at the table, looking over the menu. "I think I'll get the sirloin steak," he said, pointing at the item on the menu. Hedwig seemed much calmer now that she had a sleeping baby in her arms, and she held the boy expertly with one hand and took little sips of her drink with the other, leaning over to chat softly with Foster about what she wanted to order.

Clyde: Clyde ordered the same as gabe even if he wanted the pasta. He thought it was time to let Gabe pick the meal. He told the waiter to make it exactly like Gabes and the sides the same too. He didnt evne hear gAbe's sides. Foster looked them over and lifted a brow.He ordered country fried steak and potatoes. He loved that hedwig loved his son so much, their son. The little boy loved hedwig more than his own mother. and (probably father) "so uh, Cylde is it, what do you do?" Clyde blushed, he didnt have a fancy job. "I .. I life guard."

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft sigh when Clyde ordered the same thing, but gave him a smile anyway. He had hoped that was only a breakfast thing. Maybe there was some way to get Clyde to budge on that thing. "And he's going to start going to school for Graphic design, right?" he said and smiled, nudging Clyde's shoulder lightly. "He's going to be fabulous at it."

Clyde: "Right maybe I am not very good at it." He pouted. "I rather work with dolphins and train them, but there is no ocean. " He smiled and shrugged. "But gabe think si could be a model. "He spoke up. "Oh yeah, you could. " Foster nodded. "We have theo in modeling.. He likes it. Ic an talk to the agency." He said. He looked at Hedwig. "Right?" He wanted her to confirm it was a good idea.

The message.

"Gabe. It's Jackson. Listen, we need you to be here tomorrow. We have a client who requested you. Their business is under attack and they want the best. They are willing to pay a lot. we wouldnt ask unless we are desperate.. Come in asap. I sent you tickets for tonight or early am.. Thanks This is jackson

Gabe: Gabe did feel some kind of relief about the whole thing. It was a relief to know that he made Clyde visably more happy than he had been, enough that people that knew him noticed. He chuckled. "I don't really want to drown tonight. I have too much to live for," he said and smiled, leaning in to kiss Clyde again, losing himself in his lips and gently rocking with the waves lapping against him. "Do you want to get some tubes?"

Clyde: clyde kissed his lips. "Oh yes, lets get tubes. Less workout with tubes." He giggled. HE went up to get tubes and came back with two. Heather and the girls joined them. After about 40 minutes everyone got out to switch over to the lazy river.

Clyde: Gabes phone rang a total of 6 times before a message was left on the phone. Jackson called the hotel a few times.

Clyde: "Gabe. It's Jackson. Listen, we need you to be here tomorrow. We have a client who requested you. Their business is under attack and they want the best. They are willing to pay a lot. we wouldnt ask unless we are desperate.. Come in asap. I sent you tickets for tonight or early am.. Thanks This is jackson

Gabe: Gabe was having a pleasant time with Clyde just floating around the wave pool and then over to the Lazy River. He liked how nice the park was less crowded and seeing the lights of the city and the stars overhead. He liked being close to Clyde overall, and wished he could stay forever. It was nice not to be permanently attached to his phone or chained to a desk. Even if he was the CEO of the company, he had people acting like he was an employee still. It was nice to have some time to forget all that.

Clyde: Clyde smiled as they drank frozen lemonade on the laxzy riger. He held Gabes hand so they wouldnt lost contact. He kissed his lips and cheek when he looked his way. Clyde for once felt safe. Settled. Happy. He hoped it would last him forever. He wanted Gabe to fall in love and really keep him.

Gabe: Gabe yawned a little as they went around the lazy river, and Gabe felt old for feeling tired already. He squeezed Clyde's hand. "How are you holding up?" he asked. There had been a lot of really late nights in quick succession with Clyde and Gabe was starting to feel his age. He didn't want to rush Clyde though, if he was having a good time.

Clyde: " I feel good. Do you want to go? ARe you tired?" He asked. "We can go home and cuddle and watch movies?" He suggested. He wanted to make Gabe happy. Gabe was an old man. "You look tired. But, God I hope not of me" He laughed. "I know your gay friend wants to see you... I will try to be less selfish. Hes just attractive, you could easily see something in him."

Gabe: Gabe yawned a little and tried to stifle it. "I'm sorry," he said and let out a tired laugh. "You could probably go all night." He chuckled. "Well the sex alone could put most men down for the count, and we didn't really take a nap after." Gabe kissed Clyde's cheek. "I am becuase of you in a good way. Your hot ass did me in." He sighed. "Clyde, honey, Johnny isn't after me like that. We're friends."

Clyde: "We can go baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnt take care of you?" He pouted. He kissed his lips "Plus, I need to shave my legs anyway and arm pits." All lifeguards were suppose to even the boys. He took his hand. "We are going to go. My daddy is sleepy." Everyone cheered at his words. "Go get laid!" Soemone yelled. Clyde smiled and turned to him. "Let's get our stuff and jet!"

Gabe: Gabe gave Clyde a happy smile and leaned in to kiss his lips gently. "Thank you honey," he said and kissed him again. He flushed and ducked his head when Clyde called him daddy in front of everyone and was blushing all the way back to the lockers to get their stuff. He noticed that he had a lot of messages on his phone and waited til he got to the car to listen to them. He frowned and sighed heavily. "Damn it," he whispered under his breath. "I have to call the office when we get back to the hotel room. Some kind of emergency."

Clyde: "oh, no. .What kind. Someone die?" He asked. He was worried for Gabe. "It's ok baby, we are gonna burn sage later. That rid bad spirits" He smiled. Jackson called again. He really needed an answer. He sent a text. "Gabriel Please. Pleas call me back. We need you ASAP. They are willing to pay half a million dollars for you1" He text. "That's a big deal." He wrote. Clyde drove them to wal mart and parked. "I need shaving cream and more lube, since your cock takes so much." He iggled. He took Gabe's wallet from his pocket and kissed his cheek. He left to go inside. Since it seemed Gabe needed to call someone, even if it wasnt the hotel yet.

Gabe: Gabe shook his head. "No, no one died. A client," he said. He didn't bother replying to the text. He was still the boss anyway. He would call him back when he got to the hotel. "No Clyde, honey I need to go to the hotel. Right now," he told him. "Please. Right now." He grabbed Clydes wrist and dragged him back to the car. "We need to go to the hotel, I need to make a call and I can't do it from my cell phone, I need to be in my office so I can be o the laptop."

Clyde: "I need shaving cream." He pouted. "I will be back." He giggled and ran inside. He grabbed lube, cheetos, apple juice, a new lap top cause why not, he bought socks and big shirts and shaving cream. He came back with a half cart full of things and put them in the car. "Sorry, I have to shave my legs." He could see Gabe was upset or something. "Anyway, whats the rush, you said no one died!"

Gabe: Gabe was anxious and he didn't know why Clyde didn't see that. Or why he dind't care if he saw it. He couldn't do any work from the cell phone, not that needed to be done. He sat and stewed in the car while he waited for Clyde. "Just drive," he said his jaw clenched. "Just drive. I told you it was important and you didn't care, Clyde. You ignored me. I need to work, I told you. And you didn't care. Just get me to the hotel. Now. Or I'll call the car and doit myself."

Clyde: "You said you were sick of work. I am helping you not think abotu it. you said at the pool that you were glad for me to help you not worry about it all the time, and you are worrying." He said and drove to the hotel. "I can drive you there, but I need to stop for gas. I cant help it" He said as he stopped at a gas station. He saw a friend from work and hugged. " I got to go, hes in a mood." He said a she filled the tank and got in. "Sorry." He said and drove to the hotel. He parked the car. "Can we call bell hop to get my stuff? " He asked

Clyde: *drove towards the hotel

Gabe: Gabe was so furious he could feel a vein bulghing in his head. "Clyde, do you know I own and run this company? It's all up to me. It doesn't matter sometimes if I want a break or even if I need one, I have to do it. When its a big deal like this, I have to do it. That's how business works." He didn't understand why Clyde was bieng so inconsiderate. "Yes, fine, I don't care Clyde, I need to get up there. I needed to be there 40 mintues ago when I told you but you didn't give a shit," Gabe said, swiftly going up to the elevator and keying in the code.

Clyde: "I did give a shit. I just know you want a break. I am your favorite part of life. Your new life. You are going so fast." He said. He pouted when Gabe went ahead of him Hmmpf/ He still had Gabes card. He ordered a bell hop to take his things up. He got to the door and went inside the room. He tipped the guy 20 dollars. The guy smiled and left. He sighed and sat on the bed. Jackson was on the other line tellin ghim about the client "His name is Foster Ashley. His spouse is having legal issues and they requested YOU!"

Gabe: Gabe went right into his office in the penthouse and closed the door, pulling up the offical law office servers before he called Jackson back, so he could look over the legal records while he was talking to Jackson. He nodded along, already anxious and trying to deal with this was making him more anxious. "A lot of people request me, Jackson, I wouldn't be where I was if I wasn't good at it," he said a little petulantly. "Just fax me the information. Is there any reason this is critical enough I need to be there in person? I can conduct a lot of business over the phone and internet."

Clyde: -insert reason why he HAS to be there in person.. maybe its big news because hedwig?- clyde pouted when he was shut out of the office room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He wondered if he should get another room and stay there. He didnt really want to do that. He went to the bathroom to start a bath and set the shaving cream and razor up. He had a new 600 dollar lap top! He would open later.

Gabe: Gabe spent a few minutes arguing on the phone with Jackson, who really did get too big for his britches when Gabe wasn't in the office, even though he was the junior partner and not the top dog at all, and finally said he'd call the client in the morning and schedule a flight back. But that for now he needed a good night's sleep so he could actually work. He said goodnight to Jackson and heard the water running in the bathroom. "Clyde?" he called gently, and knocked on the door before poking his head inside. "I have to go back to New York tomorrow. Just for a day. Maybe two."

Clyde: Clyde was singing to old retro music Britney spears circus. He loved that song. He shaved his leg and got out to pat them dry. He put his new expensive lotion on his legs and came out of the bathroom. He saw Gabe. "Are you done being upset with me for wanting to love you?" He asked. He sat down and handed him a brush. "Will you brush my hair, the back of it. It gets tangled." He said. "And I need to give myself a manicure. Is your work ok, it sure does maek you grumpy old man1"

Gabe: Gabe sighed. "Did you even hear what I just said?" he asked, the frustration still present in his voice. "No it's not okay. I need to go back to New York in the morning. For a day or two. I just said that." He pursed his lips. "You calling me a grumpy old man isn't really going to make the situation any better he said, but took the brush anyway and started to brush Clyde's hair.

Clyde: Clyde startd to get tears in his eyes. First from the meaness in his voice. He had never been mad or upset with Clyde before. He then felt a rush of panic when he said he was going back. He put his face in his hands and started to sob. He couldnt help it sometimes, it was trigger. "Well you dont have to be so mean to me." He pulled his head away so he wouldnt touch his head. "If you wnt to break up, you can, but dont make me feel bad." He shouted.

Gabe: Gabe was shocked when Clyde started crying. He dropped the brush and wrapped his arms gently around Clyde. "Honey, you haven't been listening to me. I told you something was important to me and you ignored it. That was very mean to me. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm asking you to listen to me and try to understand. I don't want to break up with you, Clyde. That's the last thing I want to do."

Clyde: He pushed out of his arms and went to look out the window. "You are leaving and I have to go back to my place.. and you'll not come back. Two days will turn into never coming back." He sighed and leaned over the balcony. "I was listening to you. The real you. At the pool. You were sick of work, you wanted me to rescue you and I did, and now you are mad at me for listening to the firs t you."

Gabe: "No," Cldye said, confused. "No of course you're not going back to your place. I want you to stay here, in the Hyatt. I'll leave you a credit card so you can get anything you need until I get back." He stroked Clyde's shoulders. "Honey, please just listen to me. Please. You aren't listening. I can be tired of work, and need to be recused from it and still have to do it. Those can both be real. I'm leaving you in the hotel room, with my credit card and all of my things. I'll just bring a briefcase with me. I'll have to come back. Not for the things, but for you. I just want you to know that."

Clyde: Clyde started to cry cause he didnt want to say bye to the hyatt yet, he didnt prepare. He stopped crying when he said he could stay here. "Ok, but will you leave your shirt that smells like you and text me what yo uhave for breakfast?" He asked. He wiped his tears. "What if you want to cheat on me? Will you tell me?" He asked.

Gabe: He closed his arms around Clyde and held him close, trying to rub his back and get him to stop crying. "Yes, Clyde of course, please, please don't cry. I'll leave whatever you want." He kissed Clyde's forehead. "I can text you whenever you want, okay. I would take you with me right now but I know you'd need more notice at work. But I'll be back in two days." He kissed Clyde's cheek. "I won't cheat on you. Why would I? You're amazing and I love you."

Clyde: "You cant love me. you dont know me. you just think you do." He cried on his shoulder. "I dont want you to leave. cant you just face time?" He asked. He pouted. He rested his chin on his shoulder. "Like why do they super need you more than I do. I need you the most" He hugged his neck. "Even if you are royallly annoyed with me. I am sorry. I needed to shave my legs." He sighed. "And more lube for you, I didnt need the laptop, but I wanted it. For graphic stuff." He said. "And I didnt think you would care anyway."

Gabe: Gabe reached out and stroked his hand up and down Clyde's back, trying to calm him down. "Honey, I can't this time. I tried to make that work, but it won't." He ran his fingers through Clyde's hair. "I am a little annoyed, but it's alright. Nothing that can't be fixed." He kissed Clyde's temple. "I don't care, I want you to have things you need. But one of the things I need is to go into the office for a couple of days. And then I'll be back."

Clyde: He rested his cheek on his chest. He felt misrable. "Ok." He said. "I guess that's ok. " He removed his shirt and pants and goes to the bed. He takes his hand. "And I can keep the room and order food?" He asked. "I have the next day off. Can I invite heather over?" He asked. "Will you promise to textm e?" He said as he sat on the bed. "Wil you miss me?"

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly. "Yes, you can stay here. I want you to stay. And you can order as much food as you want." He took o fhis clothes and slid into bed himself, yawning a little. He cuddled up to Clyde's side and nodded. "I'll text you. I promise. And I'll miss you every second." He smiled. "And yes you can have Heather over. Just no boys. I'll get too jealous."

Clyde: "No boys. I wont even let boy bus boys in I will request they all be girls." He smiled. He really would. He kissed his lips. "I dont like when youare mad at me." He confessed. "It's not a good feeling when you are." He sighed. He laid his head on the pillow and looked up at him. "When do you have to leave? Can we have breakfast? Oh! can you go get me the menu so we can order it.. I didnt mark this one.."

Gabe: Gabe couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. That was probably taking it a little far, but Clyde seemed to think a little too far. It was endearing when it wasn't interfering with what Gabe needed to get done. "I don't like being mad at you either," he said gently and rubbed at Clyde's chest. "I don't want to be mad at you. But we can always make it okay." He laughed a little. "My flight leaves at 8, so it would have to be a very early breakfast. Do you want to get up that early?"

Clyde: "I want to be with you." He poute. He touched his cheek. He got up to get the menu and brought it back "Ok let's get two orders of toast, and two orders of the daily breakfat." He smiled. "And I wrote the measurements so they get it the same on both plates." He wrote one cup eggs, 12 potatoes on each plate, 2 toast on each plate and two jars of the same cute jellies. He wrote coffee needed to be the same cup mass. He ran out of room with his details. "And we should get vanilla flavor milk things." (creamer)

Gabe: Gabe was starting to get a little tired of the identical breakfast orders since it was making breakfast a little difficult to eat, but he didn't want to start an argument. He just nodded along and let Clyde do what he wanted. "That sounds fine," he said with a smile. "But we need to have it come at 7 o clock so I can go catch the plane." He chuckled. "And I think you mean creamer there. French Vanilla creamer."

Clyde: "Yeah the French cream shots. I love them." He put the menu out and laid beside him. He rubbed his chest. "What will you wear tomorrow, so I can wear the same color." He said as he looked up at him. "Maybe wear your green shirt and I will wear mine. " He kissed his lips. "Are you annoyed, you seem annoyed." He pouted. "Did you and Johnny ever make out? "

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Clyde, honey, I can't think of what I'm going to wear right now. I'm just going to get up and go jump on a plane. If you want me to wear green I can wear green." He kissed Clyde back. "I'm not annoyed, honey, I just want to get some sleep before tomorrow. And of course Johnny and I never made out, oh my God. We were friends, Clyde. We're just friends."

Clyde: "Get some sleep." He said as he laid beside him. "What if you dont come back? Will you tell me?" He asked. He kissed his cheek and lips. "This might be the last time I see you." He told him. He started to tear up again. He got up to get sage oil and put a couple droplet son his thumb. He turned his thumb to Gabe's forehead and ran a line over his head. "This is so you have a good life." He said. "With no demons." He kissedh si lips. He set the oil down and reste dhis cheek on his chest. He sighed and turned off the lights. He looked out into the darkness. "what are you thinking about?"

Gabe: Gabe was stressed out and he closed his eyes, hoping to get some kind of rest, but Clyde didn't seem to be able to turn it off for long enough for him to go to sleep. He sighed softly. "Clyde, I'm giong to come back. You're going to see me again." He tried to close his eys but fel tdrops of oil on his forehead. "Babe, I'm going to be back before the end of the week, there's no need to be dramatic." He pursed his lips and tried not to let out a heavy sigh. "I'm thinking about sleep," he said. "Please just hold me and we can go to sleep okay?"

Clyde: Clyde listen to him speak. He didnt think what he was doing was dramatic. He was saving him. He was protecting him. He let out a heavy sigh. "Well, you know what I am thinking? I am thinking about how rivers run. And how the change of path leads to the ocean. the meaning of life is where we go and who we meet." He said. He rolled over and hugged him. "I send peace upon your flgith, the eagles wings guide you into new york. Jewish God will seek out for your fear." He yawned. "Goodnight, my soul mate."

Gabe: Gabe closed his eyes and sank into Clyde's arms, but he still felt that sleep was a long way off. "Hmmm," he replied and sighed a little. "That sounds nice," he murmured. "Thank you," he breathed. "Can we go to sleep now?" he asked finally and leaned up and kissed Clyde softly on the lips. "Good night. Now shh. Sleep."

Clyde: "Sleep." He gave permission. He fell asleep himself, feeling his brain moving at a face pace. He didnt take his medcine his aunt gave him. He needed to find it. That would calm him down. He slid from his arms and went to find it. He found half in his bag at the bottom. He brushed crumbs off and took it. The thoughts calmed down as well as his body. He sighed happily and went to slide back in his arms. He fell asleep

Gabe: Gabe closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He thought he could feel Clyde moving around but finally he was able to fall asleep despite it. He woke up with a start when his alarm went off, and quickly rolled out of bed and into the shower, knowing he didn't have much time to get ready to go.

Clyde: Clyde was sound asleep. Breakfast servers kept knocking on the door. But Clyde was out of it. He didnt budge. The phone rang in the room, and he was still out of it "Mr. gabes last name " the server called out. "breakfast!"

Gabe: Gabe rushed out of the shower to go get the door when he heard it being knocked on repeatedly. "You know I told your staff to just come in and set everything on the table if I didn't answer, don't you?" Gabe said with a hint of frustration, trying to push the shampoo back from falling into his eyes. He tipped them hastily and went back to the shower. "Clyde, breakfast is here!" he called as he passed.

Clyde: Clyde saw it was here and sat up "ok." He yawned. He sat up and slid out of bed. He went to measure the food. They did a perfect job and he smiled. He put the covers back on and went to put Gabes a green shirt out. He unpacked his bag looking for it though and put everything on the bed looking for the green shirt.He laid on the bed as he waited for Gabe to come out. "breakfast is getting cold."

Clyde: food covers back on*

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily when he came out and saw one of his closets mroe or less emptied on the bed, but he didn't have time to deal with it. He only needed his briefcase really, he was just going to the office and back to his apartment. "I know, sorry, I'm trying," he said, and quickly got dressed and sat down and started eating. "I need to go in a few miutes. The car will be here in half an hour."

Clyde: He grabbed his meal and started to eat what he was eating. "ok. Slow down. I cant keep up" He said as he stuffed potatoes in his mouth. He didnt like to eat fast. He took his time. "You are in such a hurry to go." He said as he ate his eggs next after Gabe took a couple bites. He set his tray down. He could monitor the bites when he left. That would be better really. He went to bring him coffee. "I got you the green shirt and black shorts!"

Gabe: Gabe didn't have time to slow down. "Honey, I have a plane to catch. I don't have time to really eat everything delibrately," he said and took a sip of his coffee. "I'm not in a hurry to leave, I just can't miss my flight. Do you understand that?" he asked gently. "Yes, I can wear the shirt but I need to wear slacks, honey, I have to go right into the office. But thank you."

Clyde: "Ok." He said. He put on Gabes shorts and stretched them out. "Look. I look like a diet commerical after." He smiled cheesily. "Sorry." He realized he was calling Gabe fat. "I will miss you so much. Can you call me on the airplane and we can talk for a long time? " He asked. He kissed his cheek "you didnt shave. Do lawyers not shave?"

Gabe: Gabe looked up when Clyde was putting on his pants, and the joke actually hurt his feelings a little, and he felt his throat tighten. "Yes," I guess you do," he said softly and finished getting dressed and grabbed his briefcase and everything else he needed. "Clyde, I can't talk on the airplane. I can turn on the wifi and text you that way, maybe. But I do have to get some work done on the flight over." He rubbed his cheeks. "I'll shave on the plane. I don't really have time now, i have to go check in."

Clyde: Clyde sighed "You are leaving me with bad vibes. " He pouted. "ok, fine. Your plane is so important." He fell sidewise on the bed. "Have a good flight." He said and put the covers over his head and sighed deeply. "I will be ok. Dont worry. Just go.. GO!" He shouted.

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily. "I'm not trying to, Clyde, but you're making it very difficult for me right now," he said, pulling out one of his credit cards and setting it down for him. "Clyde honey, I'm very sorry, but ehres my card and I will text you when I can. And call you later today when I land, okay?" he said. He leaned over Clyde and kissed his temple. "Please try to understand baby," he breathed, and then kissed him again before leaving.

Clyde: "I understand I do." He sighed and looked around the room. He started to cry when he was alone. He sat up and looked at the card. He called heather to go with him to go shopping and to hang out. She said she would in an hour. He went to see if he coudl work, but they didnt need him today. He went to the mall and texted gabe a few times "Going to the mall.. Got my car in the shop. You know you can use sky wifi? Go to airplane mode and like connect. You have no real excuse." He bought a lot of new clothes and ate at a fancy place near the mall that served filet magnon and rice. He went to the pet store and followed his ancestors to his perfect pet! Which was a bearded dragon lizard. He bought the cage and al that he ndded and crickets. He set it up in the hotel. Heather and him ordered a mocie and watched it. She braided his hair. He painted her toe nails They spilled juice on the bed and had to get new sheets. They invited four more people over. He sent another text. "I only have girls over, and I got a new lizard!" He sent a photo.

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Gabe: Gabe only just barely made it to the plane on time, and had to hurry onboard. He sat down, feeling exhausted alredy and took out his laptop as soon as he was able to and started to do some work that he needed to do. He didn't get to check his messages until they were landing several hours later, and was alittle overwhelmed at the amount of messages he had, and the fact that Clyde had bought a pet. "He looks nice," was all Gabe could think tho text back. "I'm glad you're having a good time. Be safe, honey, okay? I'm getting in a cab to go to the office now."

Clyde: 4 people turned into 6 people.. turned into 10 "Oh my boyfrind will be mad if i have any boys, no boys!" He said, so the place was full of girls. Three in the hot tub, a few doing make overs in the bathroom and everyone eating cake and tacos he bought from the menu. He had his car in shop until tomorow. He said he couldnt go out in case there was a chance he might cheat. He got a text. "ok! I have a few friends over.. ALL GIRLS. I miss you so much xoxxoxoxo. Bruno says hi. He's the lizard. He's asleep. "

Gabe: Gabe was a little curious what Clyde was up to, since he thought he had to work today, and why he was hanging around the hotel, but he figures as long as Clyde was happy it was okay. There really wasn't too much damage he could do. Gabe textd back the he missed Clyde too and hoped he had a good time unitl Gabe could come back. He told him he woudl text back later, and went into his required meetings, trying to put all of that aside and focus so he could get all of this done and hurry back.

Clyde: Clyde missed him and put his shirt on a pillow and hugged it. He printed out a photo of him smiling with his mouth open. Some of the girls thought it was an odd photo, but he put it on the pillow anyway. "Dont call my boyfriend weird" They all giggled and had a pillow fight. He had work in the morning, so they all came in on the bed and watched a movie. They fell asleep all piled on each other. *** Foster came into Gabes office. "Thank you for meeting me. My wife. we .. are newly married. She is having a lot of media and her busiess that was once owned by her sort of manager.. He's trying to sue the company, and we have proof he never paid his taxes. " He put it forward "Hold on, she's calling me now. sHes not a patient woman. Hello? Hi.. yes, no Hedwig. Honey, you turn the oven on and let the wter sit, it doenst just boil. Why are ou doing that anyway? Honey, please... just order something instead? ok.. Im with our lawyer now.. good , yes good bye. I love you too. Kiss Teddy for me." He hung up. "Anyway, you think you can help?"

Gabe: Gabe honestly didn't do this kind of law, it wasn't his forte and probably would have been better handled by another firm. He took the records and started to look through them, and couldn't help but snort a little at hearing the one end of the phone conversation. It reminded him a lot of Clyde. After a few minutes he thought he had it figured out. He explained to Foster that this wasn't what his company usually handled- that it was usually mergers and compromises, and mediations between businesses, but that he would help with extracting the business from the other owner. Taxes wasn't going to be the issue though, they would have to prove that Foster's wife had the rights to take full ownership of the business. He promised he'd do his best to make sure everything came out in their favor and would put on pressure necessary to make sure the lawsuit went away.

Clyde: Foster seemed tired. IT was hard to be with Hedwig sometimes. She wanted the business now and didnt understnad why she didnt have it now. It was legal stuff, she didnt want to hear about because it was dull and old people stuff, even if she was older than him. He never told her he knew that though. "Thank you. I heard you were in branson. I tride to take my wife there, but she sort of pissed everyone off there.. She means well." He sighed. Clyde texted the lyrics to Baby come back to Gabe and sent photos of him pouting. Gabes phone made a loud flute noise that only belong to clyde, because clyde put it there. "You once helped us before, well sort of.. And you ad good and you are gay, its why we wanted you. Hold on." He picked up the phone. "you cant wash your whites with colors. Sweetheart we have a laundry service, you just .. dont even need to do laundry at all.. ok? " He got her to speak in german and he hung up. "want to grab lunch and talk more.I got everyrhing figured out money wise. I am an accountant."

Gabe: Gabe smiled a little and nodded. "It's fine," he said kindly, though looking over it now, he could have done all of this on the phone. But he understood that clients felt better having a face to face conversation and this was a high end client by what he could read from the system. He jumped when he heard that sound go off, bcause he didn't recoginze it. It took him awhile to realize it was his phone, and hastily turned off the ringer. "I miss you too," he texted back quickly. "I'm in a meeting right now. Be good." He looked up at Foster. "Well that's good, but of course, our people will look over everything," he said and smiled. "Is there any other problems you need to discuss?" he asked, as they left the office. "I need to do some research on your case before I can give you a really solid anxwer one way or the other."

Clyde: Foster sat down at a bistro and went over. He said he would take him by the theatre to show him around and to show the booking He even invited him to one of her shows. Her last one unless they won. He sighed. "I know this seem nuts, but I love her very much and want her to have this. She wont take any other theatre. She wants this one. " He sighed. "And I think she should have it, from that guy who used her for stuff.." He didnt want to talk about it. "Surely you have someone youd do anythign for, right?" He asked. He had plea in his eyes. Clyde missed him and sent a sad face to his phone every 5 minutes. He went to go to the water park and play for a bit, but came back home with only four girls "Are you coming home tonight?" He asked forgetting the time line.

Gabe: Gabe sat down with Foster and tried to focus on what he was saying. It was clear to him that Foster was very passionate about his wife and her buisness and it did touch him. But then his phone was buzzing in his pocket about every few seconds which made it hard for him to really focus 100%. He finally pulled out his phone. "I understand, Mr. Ashley," he said finally and smiled, pulling out his phone and showing the text of Clyde's sad face. "I think I have someone very much like your wife right here. You don't mind if I send a few texts, do you?" he asked, making sure Foster said it was okay before texting Clyde back. "I'm coming home tomorrow evening, honey," he texted back. "I have to make sure I get this case almost finished before I come back. I have to meet with opposing counsel tomorrow and hopefully wrap it all up." He sighed and texted again. "Are you doing okay?"

Clyde: "I have to work tomorrow. I dont wantto miss you. What are you going to have for breakfast? Are you sure you are coming back?" He sent a photo of him holding his self made boyfriend pillow. He took another photo of thegirls all over the bed with him. "are you going to clubs? They watn to, but i dont want to go somewhere with boys and a chance to cheat. " He texted. Foster smiled and nodded. "oh wow, he is very ... pretty If you dont mind me saying. I can see why you want to get this over with. I dont blame you. My wife is really a male. I think he jut feels more comfortable as a woman, but he is a knock out male when he isnt trying too." He said. "Love makes one do crazy thing. " He stood up and set a couple tickets down. "You should meet her. shes kinda scary at first, but if she knows your good people, she'll be nice.. eh, somewhat."

abe: Gabe laughed softly. "I don't know what I'm going to have for breakfast yet, honey, what do you want to have for breakfast," he sent back and then felt his eyes widen in shock when he saw the boyfriend pillow Clyde had made. He wasn't sure if he should find that creepy or adorable, so he figured it was something in between. "No, honey, no clubs. I don't even like clubs. I'm just going out to dinner with my married client," he promised. Gabe looked up at Foster and smiled. "I know. He is." He said fondly and laughed gently. "I'm sure she's great," Gabe said and shook Foster's hand. "I guess I'll see you there tonight."