They Sing for the Sun

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

I felt my heart skip a beat in terror as I scanned the ground below. There he is! “Will! Are you okay?”

 

He didn’t answer, and I automatically began to pick my way down to his level. I nearly lost my footing a few times, but I managed to make it down without hurting myself. I made my way over to where he was lying, propped up on his elbows. I dropped down next to him and grabbed his shoulders, making him gasp in pain. “Don’t...”

 

“W-Will! What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly. He shook his head, his face pale and tense.

 

“Dunno...not sure...I think my leg might be...” My eyes traveled to the leg he was pointing at, and I nearly stopped breathing. Part of his trousers was stained dark with blood. “What is it?” he breathed. I tried to roll up the fabric, but his entire body jerked and he cried out in protest.

 

My hands fell away quickly. “Um...I’m not sure,” I said shakily, struggling out of my backpack and setting it on the ground. I rummaged through it until I found the Swiss army knife Guy had given me a few months ago. I had thought it would come in handy. I pulled it out, and Will made a strange noise. “Just in case we need to amputate,” I joked lamely. Using the blade, I cut the fabric all the way up to his knee.

 

“I liked...these pants,” Will said through his shallow breaths.

 

“Sorry,” I whispered, still trying to see what was so wrong. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief, while another part wanted to scream in frustration. By some miracle of God, there was no compound fracture as I had been expecting. There was only a bad gash, which was causing the blood. But I still didn’t doubt that there was a fracture somewhere. From the amount of pain he looked to be in, what else could it be? “I think it’s broken.” I pulled an extra shirt out of the backpack and pressed it lightly over the wound, seeing what would happen. New, bright blood continued to seep from it.

 

Will moaned in pan and let his head fall back. “Chris!”

 

Now I knew for certain the bone was fractured. “I’m sorry,” I said automatically, pulling out my water bottle. I had been about to pour it over his leg, but then I remembered it was one of the last we had left. We would probably need it later on. I swore under my breath and threw it to the side, my hands trembling. I didn’t know what to do; I was a musician, not a freaking doctor! It was so strange to see him prone and suffering, and I found myself barely able to function. Everything happened to fast…

 

I must have started to hyperventilate, because Will reached out and grabbed my arm, an odd look on his face. “Stop. You’re making me…nervous.” I tried to pull in a longer, steadier breath, but I ended up choking on it. Will gave up and dropped his hand. “If you pass out, you’ll make it a lot...harder for me.”

 

A few minutes later, I finally got my breathing under control by telling myself everything would be okay. “Everything’s gonna be okay,” I told him, drumming my fingers on my thighs. “We’ll be fine.” One day we'll look back on this and we'll laugh. Maybe.

 

Will nodded dismissively. “Have your cell?”

 

“Phone?”

 

“Yes, phone,” he hissed. I dug through my bag and pulled it out, but I didn’t bother trying to turn it on, because I knew it was dead.

 

“It’s, um...not charged.”

 

“Fuck,” Will mouthed. “Help me up.”

 

“You’re bleeding everywhere...you should stay down...” I said hurriedly. “How can you walk?”

 

“Just help me,” he said stubbornly. Biting my lip, I leaned down so he could wrap his arm around my shoulders. In a painstaking and stressful process, we managed to struggle into a standing position. Will was dragging me down, though. He couldn’t stand on his left leg at all, and he could barely put weight on his right because he’d twisted that ankle. I found that I couldn’t support him and walk at the same time.

 

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, easing him back to the ground. “I can’t do this!” I wiped at my forehead, where sweat was beginning to form, despite the chill of the air. The air here was so clean and pure; it smelled like autumn and fresh earth. But as I paused to wipe the sweat from my warm skin, I couldn’t smell anything. It was as if my senses had been shut off.

 

Will nodded, and I took my jacket and put it under his head as a pillow. “Keep it...’s too cold,” he insisted weakly. “You’ll need it.”

 

I ignored him. “Maybe someone will come by here and find us.”

 

“No one’s coming,” he whispered, staring up at the sky with glassy eyes. I followed his gaze and winced. It seemed to be getting darker every minute.

 

“Should I try to walk back?”

 

I knew Will wouldn’t like the idea. “No...it’ll be too dark for you to see.”

 

“Not if I run.”

 

“And if...you hurt yourself too?”

 

“What else can I do? What if no one comes?”

 

“You have to leave...in the morning.”

 

“Will, it’s only seven...by the time dawn comes...”

 

“It’ll be too dark for you to see at night. You’ll never find your way back,” he said breathlessly. I shivered and went silent, watching my friend for signs that he was in pain. And it was obvious that he was.

 

 

 

The Great Cookie Caper

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

"Jonny, walk to the store with me," Chris said.

"It's the middle of the freaking night," Jonny told him.

"You go with me Will," Chris said, turning to the drummer.

"No," Will said, without offering any explanation for his refusal.

Chris turned to look at Guy.

Guy took a deep breath.

"Oh hell why not," he said, standing up, "I need some cigarettes anyway."

"Thanks for coming with me," Chris told Guy out on the street.

"Not that I mind like I said, "Guy told him, "But it's two o'clock in the fucking morning, what was so important at the store."

Chris grinned slyly.

Guy rolled his eyes.

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, "Chocolate?"

Chris shook his head.

"Not this time. This time I want cookies."

"Cookies? You couldn't wait a few hours?"

"Nope," Chris said, decidedly.

 

Guy was walking back and forth tapping his sunglasses with his fingers.

"Didn't you decide yet?" he asked Chris.

Chris looked at him.

"Why do you have sunglasses at night?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, because they make me look cool. I paid alot for them. I am going to wear them all the time."

Chris raised one confused eyebrow at him and went back to the cookies.

"I can't decide between chocolate chip, white chocolate or plain sugar," Chris told him, "Help me."

Guy mulled the choices over in his mind for a few moments.

"Plain sugar," he said.

"I'm going with the chocolate chip," Chris said.

"Then why in the hell did you ask me?" Guy said.

Chris shrugged.

"I didn't decide until just now."

"Let's go," Guy said, sounding exasperated.

 

 

The Great Cookie Caper

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

 

"Ouch!!" Chris yelled.

Will looked toward the kitchen but didn't get up.

Guy looked at Jonny.

"I already took him to the store," Guy said.

"Great," Jonny said, putting aside his guitar and getting up.

"What the fuck did you do now?" Jonny asked, walking into the kitchen.

Chris was hopping around on one foot sucking on his finger.

"I cut my finger," he said, holding it up close to Jonny's face.

Jonny frowned.

"Well, get the damn thing out of my face," he said, brushing it away.

Jonny put his hands on his hips and looked around the kitchen.

It was a total disaster area.

"Shit Chris, all you have to do is slice the cookies," Jonny told him, "What is this mess?"

Chris cast his eyes downward.

"Sorry," he said, quietly, "I'll clean it up."

No," Jonny said, "Don't touch anything else. I'll clean it."

Chris brightened.

"Thanks, Jonny boy," he said, looking at Jonny expectantly.

"What?" Jonny asked.

"Could you slice the cookies for me?" he asked.

"Fine," Jonny said, picking another knife from the drawer.

"And could you maybe turn on the oven?" Chris asked.

"Okay," Jonny said, sighing.

"And set the timer?" Chris asked.

Jonny looked up at him.

"Do you want me to eat the damn things for you too?"he asked.

Chris stuck out his tongue at him.

"No," he said, "That I can do for myself."

"We'll see," Jonny said.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

The cookies were cooling on the rack.

Everything was quite as Will, Jonny and Guy were sitting around.

Jonny was almost asleep when he heard a tremendous crash from the kitchen area.

He opened one eye and looked across at Guy, sitting sprawled in a chair.

"Don't even think about it," Guy told him.

Jonny sat up and looked at Will.

Will was sitting at the table listening to his IPOD.

Jonny walked over to him and leaned down.

"AHA! Just as I thought," he said, yanking the headphones from Will's ears, "These aren't even on. You were fake listening."

"I don't want to help him," Will hissed.

"Jonny?" Chris called from the kitchen.

"Asshole," Jonny hissed at Will as he threw the headphones down on the table.

Will looked at Guy and they both laughed.

 

Chris was down on his knees trying to wipe up the puddle of milk that was all over the floor with a single paper towel.

His jeans and shirt were soaked in milk.

Jonny closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Get the mop," he told Chris.

Chris looked blankly at him.

"Never mind, I'll get it," Jonny said.

"I was just trying to pour some milk for my cookies,"Chris said, innocently.

"And the carton attacked you or what?" Jonny asked.

"No," Chris said, "I poured too fast."

"How did the cookies get on the floor?" Jonny asked.

Chris whirled around.

The cooling rack and the cookies were flung all over the counter and the floor.

"Oh no," he said, stomping his foot.

"I'm sure they are fine," Jonny told him.

Chris crawled across the floor and began picking up the cookies and stuffing them in his shirt pocket.

When his pocket was full he stuck a cookie in his mouth.

Then he got an idea.

He crawled back to the puddle of milk that Jonny was about to mop up.

 

"How's it going in there?" Guy asked, when Jonny sat back down.

"See for yourself," Jonny said.

Guy and Will stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Chris dip his cookies in the puddle of milk on the floor.

Will was shaking his head.

"If you give Chris a cookie....."Guy said, "He's going to make a mess."

 

The End

 

 

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

"Get rid of it now," Will said.

"No," Chris said.

"Be sensible," Jonny told him, "That thing is dangerous."

"We don't need a gun around here," Guy said.

"It's okay," Chris said, " We are all going to learn how to use it."

"No," Guy said.

"This isn't a request," Chris told him, "It is for our protection."

"It is a bad idea," Will said, shaking his head.

"Look," Chris said, "That stalker is out there. We all know it. We are all targets."

"The cops are taking care of it," Jonny told him.

"Really? "Chris said, "Like they were taking care of it when Will's brake lines were cut. He was almost killed."

Chris looked around at all of them.

No one said anything, so he continued.

"Like they were taking care of it when Guy was stabbed?"

"It was only a flesh wound," Guy said, "I don't even have a scar."

"Yeah, because those kids came along at just the right time. You might have been killed."

The other three looked at each other.

"And Jonny...that letter bomb that was sent to him...It was just luck that it didn't explode."

"How will that help?" Jonny asked, pointing at the gun.

"At least it gives us a fighting chance if the stalker actually gets in again. Last time we just happened not to be here. I'm sure you remember the little gift the stalker left."

Jonny nodded, "A pit viper," he said.

"This is serious," Chris said, "I am not playing games. I don't like having this gun around either. You all know how I feel about guns, but this might be the only thing that saves one of us."

"It's too easy to make a mistake, "Will said, "It happens all the time."

"That's why we are going to learn how to use it from professionals. This is only to be used as a last resort."

"I guess it couldn't hurt," Jonny said.

"I still don't like it," Will said.

Chris looked to Guy.

"I've never been so scared as I was that night when that knife was coming at me...I guess it wouldn't hurt as long as we do it right."

"Good," Chris said, "I've arranged for us to take private classes. We start tomorrow."

"Can I see it?" Jonny asked.

Chris handed it to him.

"It's heavier than it looks," Jonny said.

Guy and Will each looked at it as Jonny turned it back and forth in his hands.

"Amazing how such a little thing can cause so much damage," Will said.

 

 

 

Something Worth Fighting For

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Guy’s POV

 

I went out for the grocery store. That was maybe once a month, because I was at Chris’ side for the most of the time. My social contacts were still present, but I didn’t phone any of my friends in the last few months. I couldn’t really think of anything besides Chris, and I knew that was rather hindering, but my feelings for him increased with every day. ‘Please, if there’s any god out there, please let him wake up and live a normal life again.’ I thought. And in the back of my head I heard a voice saying ’and please let me take a rest’.

 

I was at the fruit stall when I saw a blurred figure in the corner of my eye. I didn’t dare to watch into its direction, because I didn’t want to attract attention towards myself. But still I had the feeling that this person was staring, or at least looking rather intensively at me. And I hated it.

 

I moved further away towards the pineapples when the person I couldn’t see decided to walk into my direction. I had the ridiculously idea to defend myself, if that person was going to attack me, with throwing pineapples into the guy’s face. God I’ve been way too long inside my house, I’m turning into a paranoid freak! I thought to myself, and I was probably right. I ducked my head a little bit deeper into the collar of my black coat and tried to hide.

 

When the person finally reached me, I grabbed a spiny pineapple, turned around and was about to smack it in somebody’s face, when a strong hand grabbed around my pineapple -charged-wrist.

 

“Wo-ho! Guy, are you really trying to kill me with a-” Jonny looked up to my hand “a pineapple?” His smile beamed into my face.

 

“Sorry, I’m kind of weird lately…” I apologized and lowered my hand.

 

“Lately?” he mocked and winked at me. I answered by hitting him with a flat hand on his head, causing his hat to almost fly off.

 

“Ow! Man!” He adjusted his cap into its previous position.

 

So it was Jonny I suspected for being some mysterious stalker. Why was he in Scotland anyway? Still, it was a pleasant surprise to see him again. His character always pulled me out of the deepest depressions. He was like a rescuing rope when you were hanging on the edge of a cliff.

 

I couldn’t stop myself from moving closer to him and flung my arms around his strong figure. I felt him wincing for a moment, and I instantly hated myself for scaring him. But then I felt his arms reaching up and embracing me back, and this wonderfully, heart-warming feeling of an ever lasting friendship came all over me.

 

“Good God, Guy what happened to you, you’re so lean!” Jonny exclaimed under his breath.

 

“Nah I’m not,” I mumbled into his soft shoulder, my face completely buried into his scarf.

 

He pulled back from me and looked me into the eye. He still had his hands on my shoulders.

 

“Guy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice literally dripping with sorrow and compassion.

 

I couldn’t stand his eyes. They reminded me way too much of Chris’ eyes when he was looking at me for the last time. This mixture of worry and insecurity was able to break me down completely. So I looked away.

 

“You know, I’m always there if you need… you know, company. I just don’t want you to feel bad.”

 

I knew he only wanted to cheer me up, and I really appreciated it, but I was never good at showing my feelings towards somebody.

 

“Let’s get out of here.” I answered instead. I looked back into Jonny’s disappointed face, knowing that now he felt bad for not making me feeling better.

But he nodded and we left the shop.

 

~~~

 

“So um, how’s he doing? Actually I didn’t dare to phone you. I thought it would be better to give you some peace.” Jonny was walking next to me.

 

“Well, he’s stable, but there are no signs that he’s gonna wake up. I mean, seven bloody months!” I looked at him.

 

“How much longer do I, we, have to wait? I’m doing everything right but still…” I broke off, and immediately I felt my eyes starting to sting. Fuck.

 

“Hey, hey,” I closed my eyes in shame when I heard his voice.

 

“It’s okay. Guy, you’re doing everything right. We just have to wait.” He was again saving me, hugging me tightly and rubbing my back, causing me to burst out of tears and sobbing into his jacket.

 

“Shit, I’m sorry for being such a crybaby, goddammit!” I said as I felt another wave of emotions coming up.

 

“It’s okay, at least we’re out of the supermarket.”

 

I laughed a little and finally pulled myself away from him. I wiped roughly over my face and looked up to the sky.

 

“Why are you even here?” I asked him.

 

“Oh, uhm, I’m visiting an old friend who’s living here, and because I forgot the beer I had to buy it again.” He snickered.

 

“Oh dear, well I wish you a nice visit then!” I clapped him on the shoulder.

 

“I heard you hired a maid who’s taking care of Chris?”

 

“Yeah. She’s very lovely. She takes care of him, trust me.”

 

“Sure, sure. I was just thinking, that… you could maybe… um…” he started moving his hands inside his coat.

 

“What?”

 

“That you could maybe come over and take a break. I mean, I just want you to get out of your house for single day! I want you to feel happy again. You seem so sad all the time… which I understand, of course. But in the last seven months you didn’t do anything to make yourself feel better. You have a life, too. Don’t forget about that.”

 

I thought for at least a minute about what he had just said.

 

Unfortunately, he was right. There’s always Chris. No me. No happiness. Just hoping for the day to come round, and for the next to get a sign of activity from Chris.

 

“I appreciate your words Jonny. But I have to go now.” I smiled at him weakly and headed for my car.

 

“Guy! No, please! Stop!” My walking turned into a run. I just wanted to get away from him. Too many emotions. Not good.

 

“Sorry man!” I yelled back, not turning my head around. I heard him running after me, but I knew I was faster.

 

Finally I reached my car, jumped inside and locked the door.

You’re a pathetic idiot, why are you doing this, torturing yourself like this?

To be honest, I had no idea. Maybe I was so long in isolation that I was used to it now and preferred it.

 

A muffled thud against the glass of my car startled me. It was Jonny, looking at me with both of his hands on the closed glass pane.

 

“You’re driving back to him, right?” His breath condensed against the cold glass.

 

I nodded.

 

“Do you at least want some spare beer?” He smiled desperately.

 

I opened the window a bit so he could hear me,

 

“I don’t drink anymore.” And with that I started the motor, accelerated and drove off as fast as I could. In the back mirror I could see Jonny, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

I know it's kinda boring but the next chapter WON'T be! :P

 

 

 

 

Ok, this is a follow-up of what I've been writing for Guy&Will. Again it's a mini-one-shot Hope you enjoy and it's not really suited for little girls but, well....

 

Desire

 

 

 

 

The sweet liquid ran down Will’s back slowly and sensually, followed by Guy’s tongue. He pursued its trail on the drummer’s muscular back, his skin warm and soft.

 

Will felt like he was on fire, feeling the other man’s lips running through his whole body. He was laying down on their bed, with Guy standing close to him hovering over his form, worshipping him, caressing him, loving him.

 

Guy stopped for a moment and sat up to look at Will.

 

“Turn around.” He instructed.

 

Will did as he was told and placed his hand on Guy’s lap, distractedly playing with the hem of Guy’s underwear. He on the other hand was completely naked, fully exposed to the bassist. He used to feel self-conscious and vulnerable being like this. Now, it felt incredibly natural.

 

“You are so beautiful.” Guy blurted out, his eyes piercing Will’s brown ones.

 

Will didn’t blush like he would have some months ago. He just grinned at the sincerity in Guy’s words. There was no one else in his life that could be as brutally honest as Guy was. He was very bad at lying. He could try to hide, he could dodge from telling the truth but when he said something it was almost certain it was exactly what was going through his mind.

 

And right now, the look of lust in his eyes didn’t lie. Sitting up to stand close to Guy, Will kissed him hard and pushed himself against his body, his arms instantly going around him, his hands running through his back.

 

“You know, I never liked syrup before.” Will confessed, between kisses. “Too sweet for my liking.”

 

“What do you like then?” Guy asked, breathless.

 

“Ice.” Will replied. “Cold, plain, simple. Completely unlike you.”

 

“Once you put two opposites together they react, you know?” Guy said as he started to brush his lips against Will’s neck, finding the spot that always drove the drummer crazy.

 

“Do we have ice?” Will asked, his eyes closed, his lips letting out a deep sigh.

 

“Yeah. Why?” Guy stopped to look at Will, licking his own lips, smirking at the other man as he finished doing it. He liked this. The teasing, the seducing, the playful side of things. Sometimes life was a little bit too serious and gray for his liking.

 

“I’ll be right back.”

 

Will quickly got out of bed, running in the kitchen’s direction.

 

Guy heard him curse at the cold temperature of the other room, especially when he opened the freezer. This gave him time to shed from the last piece of clothing covering him, throwing it carelessly on the floor, amongst the remaining clothes. He could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor as he walked back in their bedroom, ice cubes on a container, one already in his hand. He grinned at Guy, got on the bed and pushed him down so that he was completely vulnerable to him.

 

“Close your eyes.” Will ordered him.

 

Next thing he knew, Guy felt an intense freezing sensation on his chest, which made him open his mouth in surprise. Then, he could feel Will’s beard tickling his skin and his soft lips brush against it, following the marks of water left on his body.

 

The contrast of temperatures was making Guy’s heartbeat race at a fast pace, his breathing erratic and deep. Will was moving from his chest to his stomach and then to the place Guy had been waiting for the whole night. He couldn’t help but let a moan as Will finally touched him, after rubbing the ice cube against his sensitive skin.

 

The words passion and desire couldn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling at that moment. A sense of exhilaration invaded his entire body and mind, leaving no room for rational thinking or otherwise.

 

 

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

"This gun is not dangerous," the instructor was saying, "What is dangerous is the person using it."

Jonny was listening intently.

Will was flipping through the little workbook.

Guy was tapping his cigarette lighter on the desk.

He was nervous.

He was very nervous.

The very thought of guns made him feel nauseous.

Chris was furiously scribbling notes in his little notebook.

He planned to go over the rules again and again with the others just to be sure they understood.

He was determined not to be one of those statistics about people who shot themselves or their friends accidentally.

"Always remember, never ever keep the gun and the ammunition in the same place."

"Accidents are so easy to avoid," the instructor was saying, "If you just follow a few simple rules.

Now let's go through the workbook and after lunch we can put this information to use on the practice range."

 

At the firing range they each had their own instructor.

"You two will be more of a challenge," the man in charge said, pointing at Chris and Guy, "We will need to determine

which hand is your better choice as your are both left-handed.

"I can use both hands equally well," Chris said.

"You have the same strength and coordination in both hands?" he asked.

"Yes," Chris said.

"I have the same coordination," Guy said, "I don't know about strength. I play all the instruments with my right-hand."

"Okay," the instructor said, "We will see what works best for you two."

"Do any of you wear glasses or contacts?"

"I do," Guy said.

"The rest of you know that your eyesight is good?" he asked.

Chris, Will and Jonny nodded.

"Okay," he said, "Let's get you started."

He handed a pair of clear plexiglass goggles to each of them.

As one might have expected, Chris and Will were expert shots.

Jonny had trouble learning to squeeze the trigger gently.

Guy had trouble all around.

Every time he shot off a round he flinched and closed his eyes.

The instructor worked with him for hours until he was finally able to aim the gun and shoot without jumping.

"You all did very well," the instructor told them, as he handed them their certificates.

"Just remember: Never shoot in anger and never keep the gun loaded."

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

"That wasn't so bad," Guy was saying as they were about to walk into the studio.

Will reached over to open the door.

"Wait!" Chris yelled.

They all stopped.

"Don't take another step forward," Chris said, "Will - call the police. Jonny, Guy--get back."

Chris eyes were flashing and they knew he was serious.

"What is it?" Jonny asked.

"That," Chris said, pointing to a very thin strand of wire that was lying across the bottom of the door.

"I think it is a bomb. If we open the door, it goes off," Chris told them.

 

"You were right," the policeman told Chris, "It was definitely rigged to explode."

"I thought you people were watching this place," Chris said, irately.

"We have two cars patrolling the area," the cop told him.

"That's not good enough," Chris said.

The cop raised an eyebrow.

"Listen," he said, "You might want to think about getting out of town for awhile. Whoever is behind this seems to be very serious."

"Why don't you just do your job?" Chris asked.

Another officer wearing gloves walked by and shook his head.

"No prints," the cop told Chris.

"Great," Chris said, running his hand through his hair, "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Find another place to stay," the cop said.

"Well that's helpful," Chris said.

"You might think about hiring private security," the cop said.

 

"This is bullshit," Guy said, pacing back and forth, "How can this person force us into hiding like some sort of animals?"

"Sit down," Will told him, "You aren't helping."

"There is no where we can go," Guy said, "The stalker knows where we live....knows where the studio is..knows what our vehicles look like...knows everything. We are trapped like rats in a maze."

"Look," Chris said, "We stay here at this hotel tonight and then tomorrow we decide what we should do."

"I can't take much more of this," Guy said, taking out a cigarette.

"Try to calm down," Jonny said, quietly.

Guy looked at him and went to stand by the window.

"If I can't go out at least I can look out," Guy said.

"Get away from that window," Chris said.

"Why?" Guy asked, turning to look at Chris.

Just as he turned a shot rang out.

 

 

 

 

They Sing for the Sun

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

“There has to be something we can do,” I hissed, crushing Will’s hand in my own. “It’s cold already, how are we supposed to spend the night here?” I felt sick just thinking about spending god knows how many hours in the wilderness...in the dark. “We don’t have any blankets, anything to make a fire, barely any food...”

 

“Chris,” Will whispered. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” He seemed to be slurring his words a bit.

 

“Will?” I ventured. “Are you okay?”

 

“My leg’s...fucking broken...I’m not exactly okay.” I leaned over him and put my hand on his forehead, trying to make sure he wasn’t going into shock...or something. With the chill of the air and the blood loss, it wouldn’t be unexpected. “What are you doing?”

 

“I’m just checking your temperature,” I said apologetically. Feels normal. “Will, how can we sleep here?”

 

It took Will a moment to answer. “Look around...it’s already dark,” he said. And he was right. Everything had a deep, bluish tinge, making it hard to see individual objects.

 

“We’re fucked,” I said under my breath, collapsing on my back next to him. Will reached behind his head and pulled out my sweater, ignoring my halfhearted protests. He threw it onto my chest and insisted that I keep it. I didn’t say anything else because I knew he wouldn’t listen. If he ever managed to fall asleep, then I would put the jacket over him. But for now, I couldn’t.

 

“We don’t have...pain meds, do we?” he asked suddenly. I felt my heart sink with helplessness.

 

“No.” Instead of sitting still, I thought it would be best to take care of Will. So I pushed myself up into a kneeling position and looked at his leg. I’d placed the extra shirt over the gash to keep it clean, and it looked like it was doing its job. The wound also seemed to have stopped bleeding for good, which made me heave a sigh of relief. The only big problem now was the break. I lifted the shirt between my forefinger and thumb, and winced as some of the dried blood stuck to the fabric.

 

Will growled wordlessly at me; clearly I was causing him even more discomfort. Murmuring an apology, I gently took his right leg and rested his foot my thigh to keep it elevated. If he had really sprained his ankle, it would help. Then I looked back at his left side, squinting in the semi-darkness that surrounded us. The limb looked pretty beat up, and all I had to do was brush a finger along the skin and Will would stiffen, gasping the words ‘fuck you, Chris’ over and over. I just kept apologizing.

 

I managed to take off his shoes, but at that point, he’d graduated from ‘fuck you, Chris’ to ‘I fucking hate you, Chris’. I hoped he didn’t really mean it, and that it was just the agony speaking. I set his shoes down next to me and pinched his big toe through the sock. “Did you feel that?”

 

“Yeah,” he ground out. “You pinched me.” I released the unconscious breath I’d been holding and covered my face. I was so relieved; this meant that the fracture wasn’t pinching any nerves or cutting off circulation. But still, it leg wasn’t the prettiest sight.

 

“I wish I could do more,” I said, rubbing my hands together against the cold. Warm tears were beginning to form in my eyes, and I hastily wiped them away. I looked up just in time to see Will do the exact same thing.

 

“Doesn’t matter…I’ll live.” He paused. “Sorry…’bout before. I don’t really…hate you.”

 

“I know,” I assured.

 

I felt like crying, but any sobs I might have released came out as laughs.

 

 

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

Chris, Jonny and Will dived to the floor.

"Guy!!" Chris was screaming as he crawled across the floor toward him.

"I'm fine," Guy said, as he lay on the floor too.

"Thank God," Will said.

Two cops burst through the door with guns drawn.

"We are fine," Chris told them, "The shot came from outside the room."

"Stay down," the first cop said, as the second one was speaking into his radio.

"What now?" Jonny asked.

"Fuck if I know," Chris said.

 

"Leave the country or go into hiding," the detective told them.

"That's not much of an answer," Will said.

"It's the only one I have," the detective told them,"This person isn't leaving any trail."

"Which means?"Jonny asked.

"It's either a professional or..."

"Or what?" Will asked.

"Or somebody from inside."

They all stared blankly at the cop.

"Someone we know?" Chris asked.

The cop nodded.

"Someone who knows you very well. Someone who has access to all your information."

"That's tons of people," Chris said.

"And there's something else too," the cop said, "So far none of you have been injured, which is lucky but strange."

"I don't understand," Guy said.

"It's almost as if this stalker is playing a game with you," the cop said.

"But why?" Jonny asked.

"My guess is that you have something he or she wants?"

"She?" Will asked.

"It could definitely be a woman," the cop said.

"That's so creepy," Guy said, with a shiver.

"I'll start checking into the backgrounds of some of the people you come into contact with," the cop said, "In the meantime, consider a vacation. Just don't tell anyone where you are going."

 

 

 

 

For Brooke--just because you have school tomorrow.

 

The Unknown

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

 

 

The beach house in Hawaii was the perfect vacation spot.

No one was around for miles.

No fans.

No sightseers.

No one who might take their photograph and expose their secret location to the world.

It had been three weeks since they left London and they were starting to feel safer.

They had brought the gun with them as a precaution.

 

Chris was alone in the house one night while the others were building a fire on the beach.

He heard a series of noises outside the house.

He was suddenly overcome with fear and he reached for the gun.

"No," he said, "Don't do that. It might just be one of the others. Try to keep a calm head."

Suddenly, Will came around the corner of the room.

"You scared me to death," Chris told him.

"Damn, man, I'm sorry," Will said.

"It's okay. I almost went for the gun, but I didn't," Chris told him.

 

Back down on the beach they were all marveling at their close call and Chris' use of good sense.

"I just wish they would catch the guy," Jonny said.

"Let's go for a swim, "Will said.

Chris and Jonny stood up to strip off their shirts.

"I'll be there in a second," Guy said.

"Cigarette?" Chris asked.

Guy smiled.

"Those things will kill you," he told him.

 

"Wonder what's keeping Guy?" Jonny said, looking toward the shore, "I don't see him."

"Let's go check," Will said.

By the campfire they found Guy's lighter and his newly opened pack of cigarettes.

"He's probably at the house," Will said.

Chris and Jonny looked at each other.

"What?" Will asked, "There is no one else around for miles."

Chris looked toward the house.

He could see Guy moving around inside, through the window.

"See? He's fine." Will said.

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

"I'll go see if he is okay," Chris told the others.

He hurried up the beach to the door of the house.

"Hey, Guy," he called, when he opened the door.

"Chris, get out of here," Guy said, forcefully.

"What?" Chris asked.

"You should have left like he said," a voice said from behind him.

Chris turned around slowly.

A tall, slender woman was holding a gun on him.

It was his gun.

"That's my gun," Chris told her.

"Yes," she said, smoothly, "It was thoughtful of you to bring it with you. I watched you buy it.

I assumed you would carry it everywhere. That left me with one less thing to worry about. It's not like

I could have passed the background check to buy my own gun."

"What do you want from us?" Chris asked.

She smiled slowly.

"I don't want anything for them," she gestured toward Guy.

"Then what?" Chris asked.

She walked toward Chris.

"I want you," she said.

"Fuck off," he told her, "You are a deranged bitch."

Her smile faded.

"I'll kill him," she said, pointing the gun at Guy.

Chris just stared at her.

"I mean it," she said, "It would be a shame. He is gorgeous.But I will kill him."

Chris said nothing.

She walked to Guy and stuck the gun against his chest.

Chris swallowed hard.

She pulled back the trigger.

Chris didn't know if she had found the ammunition and loaded the gun or not, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"Okay," he said, "Whatever you want."

"No," Guy said, "Don't do it."

She looked at Chris and smiled.

"I knew you would see the light," she said.

She turned back to Guy.

 

 

SPARKS

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Chapter 5

 

You opened up my eyes,

Made me realise what I could not see.

 

 

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“So,” I forced myself to say, attempting to fight back the barrage of giggles that was cascading out of my vulnerable mouth. “Do tell me, Chris… I know every fan in the universe would have to know…”

 

“This is going to be good, I can tell!” Chris said with a cheeky smile, his face red after just having laughed to such an extreme it was possibly dangerous to his health.

 

“This is an important one,” I said seriously, tipping my head downwards to give him a long, hard stare to set him into a serious state of mind. He nodded solemnly, closing his eyes but crinkling his features in a smile for a split second.

 

“I saw that!” I snapped, and Jonny - who was sitting beside me drinking a bottle of sparkling water - gave a short burst of choking, sputtering laughter.

 

“Okay, are you ready for this?”

 

He nodded.

 

“… Boxers, or briefs?”

 

The band erupted in laughter, their giggly state of mind implanted firmly into them, and they were unable to let go of it. The interview that had taken place was full of so much playful banter and not much interviewing, really. I was trying to get serious… but why waste all of the important questions on the first night? We were having too much fun. Hell, I had a month with these likeable guys.

 

“Boxers,” Chris said seriously. “Banana republic, mostly. Gives little Jonny some good breathing room.”

 

Jonny choked on his water. “You named your…

thing

… after me?”

 

“No, I was just testing to see if you were listening.”

 

“He’s telling the truth,” Will added. “It’s actually named Bono.”

 

“What’s with all the Bono jokes lately?” Chris exclaimed, frustrated, whilst Guy and I boomed with laughter.

 

“Don’t act as though you don’t know I find your personal diary.” Will chuckled. “It’s filled with endless pages of ‘Mrs. Bono… Mrs. Martin-Bono… Mrs. David Hewson…’”

 

“It is not!” Chris said defensively. I then excused myself to take a breather in the coach’s bathroom for a few seconds, to regain my composure as I was laughing too hard.

 

On my way to the front of the bus, I heard the voices of Phil Harvey and Paul, the driver of the tour bus, and what they were saying immediately piqued my interest.

 

“… Yeah, I mean, they seem to be getting along well, but don’t you think it’s going to be a hassle to have that journalist tagging along with us for a whole

month

?” Phil said hotly, and I immediately paused in front of the bathroom door to eavesdrop.

 

“She seems nice enough. Why, what’s so bad about her?”

 

“What?” Phil said uneasily. “There’s… well, there’s nothing wrong with her. She seems quite lovely, I guess. Funny, as well. She has good dress sense, too. I guess that’s good if the boys will be seen in, uh, public with her.”

 

“Yeah, that’s… always important,” Paul agreed awkwardly.

 

“It’s good that she smells kinda nice as well,” Phil rattled on. “And her hair is pretty as well… I guess. I mean, who wants to sit around being questioned by someone who doesn’t know how to take care of themselves?

 

“She’s also really witty… knows how to stand up for herself and hold her own… with the boys. Yeah, the boys… they’re what matters about this whole situation. It’s good she’ll be able to… uh…”

 

“Are you okay?” Paul interrupted.

 

“… Yeah. I’m fine. Just going to take a breather,” Phil replied, and I saw his shadow stand up out of his seat and move…

straight towards me

.

 

I panicked and scrambled for the bathroom door handle, but it was too late - Phil exited the driver’s pit fast and determined - which lead to him crashing right into me. We collided and I was thrown off-balance, my arms flailing around helplessly as I began to topple backwards. Phil, his vivid emerald eyes widening, flung out his hand with immense speed to catch my hand, and he pulled me back upwards quickly.

 

He stood there in disbelief, staring at me. His sure, steady hand held mine for a second too long, and I awkwardly tried to release myself. He shook his head, snapping out of the apparent trance he was in, and our hands’ link was broken. Sputtering out an indiscernible phrase which sounded like “did you just hear…?”, he quickly pushed me away and walked quickly towards the back of the bus where the rest of the boys were.

 

I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but something inside of me seemed to warm up and float in euphoria. It was an odd sensation, and I loathed myself for feeling it. My fingers began to tingle, and my neck began to heat up. I averted my eyes from the curious ones of Paul in the front seat, and rubbed my suddenly-warm hands together anxiously. I seemed to be drifting towards the back of the bus, as though in a dream, and I could hardly collect my thoughts.

 

It astounded me how receiving a simple compliment from Phil Harvey could induce such a degree of happiness. What was happening to me?!

 

The Unknown

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

Jonny and Will heard the gunshot.

They heard screams.

They ran for the house.

"What are you doing?" Jonny asked, when Will stopped at the door.

"SShh," Will told him, "Some woman is holding a gun on Chris."

"Where's Guy?" Jonny asked.

"I don't know," Will said.

"We have to do something," Jonny said.

"Call the cops.....call 911...call somebody..." Will told him.

Jonny was already trying to call but they were too far out for him to get a signal.

 

In the house Chris was just staring at the woman.

"Why did you do that?" he screamed at her.

He started toward Guy.

“No,” she said, “Leave him be.”

She looked at Guy, who was unconscious on the floor, blood starting to seep through his shirt.

"He's going to bleed to death," Chris said.

"Yes, that's right," she said, slowly, "Unless you do what I want."

"Anything," Chris told her, "Just let me get him some help."

"Call your friends in," she ordered.

"What friends?" Chris asked, trying at least to protect Will and Jonny.

"Don't play games with me," she said, "I'll shoot him again."

"Okay," Chris said, "I'll call them."

 

"Please join us," she told Will and Jonny.

"Oh no," Jonny said, when he saw Guy on the floor, a puddle of blood forming beside him.

"Yes, so unfortunate," she said, "He wasn't a very good boy."

"I'm so sorry," Chris said to them.

"It isn't your turn to talk yet," she said. "That makes me angry."

She turned back to Jonny and Will.

"Now," she said, "One of you I am going to shoot. The other...well..I have other plans for."

"Shoot me," Chris said, hoping to distract her.

She looked at Chris and smiled.

"Oh no, pretty blue eyes...I am saving you for something special."

 

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

"Now, as for you two," she slowly walked a circle around Jonny and Will.

Neither of them moved.

"Leave them alone," Chris said to her in a low threatening tone.

She raised her eyes at him.

Then she shot Jonny.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Jonny just slid to the floor and lay there in a crumpled heap.

Chris heard himself screaming as he ran to Jonny.

Will was still standing motionless.

Chris knelt down beside Jonny and raised his head.

"I'm okay," Jonny said, "I think it is just a flesh wound."

"I tried to get rid of all of you before," she said, "So that you wouldn't get in the way. But you just didn't cooperate."

"You are insane," Chris said, angrily.

He stood up close to her.

He raised his fist to hit her, but she pointed the gun at Will's head.

"This would not be a flesh wound," she told him.

Chris stood back from her.

Behind him Guy moaned a little.

"Oh dear," she said, "I hope I don't have to shoot him again."

"What do you want from me?" Chris yelled at her.

She smiled treacherously.

"Into the bedroom, both of you," she said, "I'll show you then."

 

She motioned for Will to sit down in a chair.

She sat down on the bed.

"Turn around," she told Chris.

He did as she said, wondering if she was going to shoot him in the back.

"Good," she said.

She looked him up and down.

"Take off your shirt," she said.

Chris took a deep breath and did as she told him.

"Nice," she said.

"Now everything else," she said.

"Oh God," Will muttered, closing his eyes.

"Hey," she said to Will, "Open your eyes. We are going to have some fun and you...you are going to watch."

 

 

 

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 9

 

 

 

 

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" she asked.

She was lying on the bed beside Chris, running the gun up and down his chest.

He was staring blankly into space.

"It guess it's time for me to go," she said, sitting up, "But it's been real fun."

She looked at Will.

"Didn't it look like we were having fun?" she asked him.

He just stared at her with hatred on his face.

"Never mind," she said, standing up and slipping her dress over her head.

"I'll call the police when I get to town," she told them, "And tell them to send help."

Chris still hadn't moved.

She threw the gun on the bed.

"Thank goodness you bought that thing," she said, "It certainly came in handy."

 

As soon as she shut the door, Will jumped out of the chair and ran to Chris.

He grabbed a blanket and laid it over him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Chris looked at him with no expression on his pale face.

"Check Guy and Jonny," he said.

 

"The bitch is gone," Jonny said, as soon as Will opened the door.

Jonny was sitting, holding Guy's head in his lap.

"How are you?" Will asked.

"I'm fine," Jonny said, wiping a few tears away from his face, "But I don't know about Guy. He's so cold."

Will held his breath as he felt for a pulse in Guy's wrist.

There was nothing.

Then he felt for a pulse in Guy's slim neck.

"He has a slight pulse," Will told him, "But he hasn't got much time left."

In the distance they heard the sound of police sirens.

"She really did it," Will said, "I can't believe she actually sent help."

"Is Chris okay?" Jonny asked, "I didn't hear any more gunshots."

Will looked at him.

"He's alive," Will said, "But he's not okay."

 

 

i have no clue where i'm going with this story (or if there will even be another part), but i felt the need to write something. :P

We Never Change?

 

Part 1

 

"So, what are we gonna do tonight?" Chris asked. He and Jonny were sitting in Jonny's living room.

 

"Dunno... we could watch some telly," Jonny replied.

 

"Ooh, I love T.V. We should totally watch American Idol. Or America's Got Talent. Or America's Next Top Model." Jonny narrowed his eyes at Chris. Something seemed to be up. Chris was definitely acting weird. "Or American's Funniest Home Videos-"

 

"Have you gone mad?" Jonny interrupted.

 

"Mad?" Chris replied in a confused manner. "No, why would I be angry at you?"

 

"No... mad like... crackers."

 

"I'm not hungry, thanks," Chris smiled. Now it was Jonny's turn to be confused.

 

"What?"

 

"Actually, I changed my mind. I am hungry. Do you have any chips?"

 

"Chips? I thought you didn't like chips."

 

"Oh, I love me some chips. Ruffled ones are nice. And barbeque."

 

"Barbeque? Wait," Jonny paused. Just like that, the truth smacked him in the face. But... it couldn't be... "Chris, have you... have you turned American??"

 

"I don't know what you're talking about, dude."

 

Jonny fell to his knees, spread his arms wide, and let out a cinematic, "NOOOOO!"

 

The Unknown

 

Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

The police were trying to ask Will a million questions as the EMT's looked after Jonny and Guy.

"I don't have time for this shit," Will told them and walked away.

He opened the bedroom door to check on Chris.

Chris was curled into a little ball with the blankets wrapped around him, sitting in a corner of the room.

His entire little body was shaking.

Will knelt down in front of him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch him.

Chris flinched.

"Don't touch me," he said, quietly, "That woman....what she did...I'm...I'm..filthy."

He was just staring at Will with huge sad eyes.

"It wasn't your fault," Will said, "You had no choice."

"Is Guy dead?" Chris asked.

"No, he and Jonny are alive," Will said, "And the police are here. They keep wanting to talk to you."

Chris shook his head.

"I can't," he said, "I can't tell them what she did. You do it for me. You tell them."

"Okay," Will said.

"She's still out there," Chris told Will, "Do they know that she is still out there?"

"Yes," Will answered, "I told them."

"What if she comes back?" Chris asked, his eyes getting even larger.

"She won't," Will said.

 

Guy was in surgery for seven hours.

He lost alot of blood, but aside from a small nick on his liver, his major organs were not damaged.

Jonny needed surgery to repair a tear in his spleen.

Chris and Will were physically unharmed, but both were admitted to the hospital for observation.

Chris suffered from depression and nightmares for several weeks afterward.

The stalker was nowhere to be found.

There seemed to be no trace of anyone like her.

They did find out that she was once a secretary for their management company, which was how she knew so much about them.

Then one day, a card came in the mail for Chris.

"Congratulations," it read, "You are going to be a father."

 

The End

 

 

All about Will...

 

The Blessing

Chapter 1

 

 

Will was late.

He hated to be late, especially when it was something this important.

He knew that she would understand.

She always understood.

That was one of the many, many reasons that he loved her.

A smile came to his face as he thought of the sweet wonderful woman that he had met two years before.

He could just picture her, waiting patiently, and smiling adoringly at him when he finally arrived.

She wouldn't even ask why he was late.

She didn't focus on silly little things like that.

If only.....

He felt a pang of sadness that he pushed away quickly.

There was still a chance that everything would work out the way they wanted.

Granted it was a small chance, but that was better than none.

 

"Hi," she said, hugging him.

"Am I too late?" he asked.

"No," she said, "The doctor hasn't called us yet."

She looked at him and knew that he was feeling scared.

"I think this is it," she said, "This time we will know."

He smiled and nodded at her.

"I love you," he said.

 

Ten minutes later they sat in the doctor's office.

Will was staring straight ahead.

He was trying to absorb the words that the doctor had said.

But he just couldn't wrap his mind around them.

It just didn't seem possible.

"You are sure that is the only option?" she was asking the doctor.

"I am afraid so," he was saying.

"I can give you the names of some specialist. I'll have my secretary make a list for you."

The doctor left the room quietly.

"Look at me," she told Will.

But he couldn't look at her.

He couldn't even look at himself.

He just heard the doctor's words echoing through his entire body.

"You are sterile."

 

 

The Blessing

 

Chapter 2 & 3

 

 

Will met Tracy at an art exhibit at the Tate Museum one rainy Sunday afternoon.

She was staring at the painting, "The Fall of Icarus," and weeping.

He offered her a tissue and she accepted, turning large brown eyes at him.

"I'm sorry," she said, obviously embarrassed, "It's just such a lovely painting. You can almost feel the feathers on his wings."

"Yes," Will said, "I came here especially to see it. The curators just put it on display again after resting it in the vault for several years."

"Do you know art?" she asked.

Will smiled and shook his head.

"Not really," he admitted, "I just know what I like when I see it. And what I see is something beautiful."

"Yes," she said, looking at the artwork.

"I was refering to you," Will said.

She laughed and his whole world changed.

From that day on they were never apart.

Wherever the band went, Tracy went.

She never complained about the travel or the lousy hotel rooms or the heat or the cold or being tired.

She just loved being with Will.

He wanted her to marry him, but she refused.

She said marriage was for other people.

She would stay with him as long as she loved him and then she would be gone.

But she knew that he didn't have to worry.

She would love him forever.

Tracy did however want to have children.

That was a pleasant surprise to Will.

He had always dreamed of having lots of children of his own.

With a mother like Tracy they would obviously be gorgeous and little geniuses.

 

It didn't worry either of them when she didn't get pregnant right away.

She had been taking birth control for several years and sometimes that held up the process a bit.

But after trying for more than a year, they consulted a doctor.

He suggested several things they could try like tracking ovulation times and body temperatures.

None of that worked.

Then he had suggested fertility tests for both of them

Tracy's test came back fine.

And now Will's test results were back.

There was no possible way they could have a baby together.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"I'm so sorry," Will told her.

"I won't have it," she told him, "I just won't have it."

"What?" Will asked, looking up at her.

"You....sitting here feeling so terrible. Feeling like you are worthless. Feeling like you are less of a man."

Tracy was pacing back and forth across their bedroom.

"But..." Will started to say.

"No," she said, "I won't hear one word of it. Because if I do....I am out that door."

Will just looked at her.

"You listen to me, Will Champion," she said, "You are the most incredible, smart, loving, sexy, handsome, kind, generous human on the face of the planet and I will not let you get down on yourself."

"Not even just a little," he asked.

"Not for one second," she said, leaning down and taking his face in her hands.

"You would really leave?" he asked.

"Damn straight," she said, "I love you and I won't stand for anybody, including you, to treat you badly."

"You are a hard woman," he said smiling.

"Don't you forget it either," she told him.

 

"The only other possibility is a surrogate," the doctor was saying.

"I don't understand,"Tracy said, "I can carry the baby."

"I'm sorry," the doctor folded his hands, "I meant a surrogate father."

"Like a sperm donor?" Will asked.

"Exactly. There are plenty of sperm banks. You can chose the person that most fits your characteristics,both physically and psychologically. Or you can chose to use a private donor."

"A private donor?" Tracy asked.

"Yes,someone you both know and are comfortable with asking to be involved."

Will and Tracy looked at each other.

"There are certain legal issues that are involved with that procedure, but you would need to consult a lawyer to discuss those details."

"What do you think?" she asked Will.

He shrugged.

It was all quite alot for him to digest at once.

"Talk about it,"the doctor advised, "Let me know what you decide. I can help you find a reputable sperm bank."

"Okay," Tracy told him, smiling brightly.

"We will let you know," Will said.

 

 

The Blessing--- The rest of the story for Juliana before she goes to sleep.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

"Sounds like science fiction," Will said.

"People do it all the time," Tracy said.

"It's kind of weird," Will told her.

She reached over and yanked on his beard.

"You are so provincial. It's cute."

"I am very progressive, I'll have you know," he told her.

"The decision is yours," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it has to be one that you can live with. I don't want to have a baby and you always think of it as someone else's child."

"You could think of it as ours?" he asked.

"Yes, you fool," she said, "Making a baby is just biology. Raising a child together...that's love."

He kissed her.

"You are a miracle," he told her, "Let's do it."

She smiled like a little girl at Christmas.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, but I don't want to go to a sperm bank."

"What do you want to do then? Ask someone we know?"

Will nodded.

"Do you have someone in mind?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, "I think there can only be one person to ask."

"And who might that be?" she asked, curiously.

"Well, you would have to approve it," Will said.

She looked at him like he was crazy.

"I should say so. This is my child too we are talking about."

"Okay, then, it's a no brainer."

"Who?" she said, shaking him fiercely.

He laughed and looked at her.

"Guy," he said.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

"What's up?" Guy asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"What makes you think anything is up?"Will asked.

Guy smiled.

"You invite me to dinner. You make all my favorite foods. You have my favorite beer. And now you are both looking at me kind of weirdly. It's starting to creep me out."

Will laughed.

"Something is up," he admitted.

"Just ask him," Tracy said, "Forget the seduction routine."

Guy's eyes flew open and he looked a little scared.

"I didn't mean that literally," she told him.

Guy breathed a sigh of relief.

Will put a hand on Guy's knee.

"This is a serious matter," he said, "You are my best friend in the world."

"You are my best friend too, man," Guy said.

"You always said you would do anything for me," Will told him.

"That's true," Guy said, looking at him.

"I need your help now,"Will said.

Guy searched Will's face for some clue as to what was going through his mind.

"Whatever, it is...I'm there for you," he said, squeezing Will's hand.

Will looked at Tracy.

She smiled her encouragement at him.

"I want....we want...we would like it...," Will couldn't figure the right way to ask the question.

"We want you to help us have a baby," Tracy said.

Guy looked from her to Will.

"Excuse me....I thought you said..."

Will interrupted him.

"That's right. We need your help to have a baby."

"Why?" Guy asked, turning very pale.

"Because I can't have children, "Will said slowly, "The doctor's say I am sterile."

"Oh my God," Guy said, quietly, "Will....I.."

"It's okay, "Will said, "I am okay with it now."

"We could get a stranger," Tracy said, "But we really wanted it to be someone we knew and trusted. And the first person Will thought of was you."

"I suppose I should be honored," Guy said.

"It's all very clinical," Tracy said, "Just one visit to the doctor."

Guy looked around at both of them.

"So will you do it?" Will asked.

"I really have to think it over," Guy said.

 

 

The Blessing

 

Chapter 6

 

 

Will was staring at the clock.

God, how much longer, he wondered.

"It's time," Tracy said.

Together they went into the bathroom and looked at the little strip of litmus paper.

"It's positive," she said.

"We're having a baby?" Will asked.

"Yes," she said, "We are."

"I think I'm going to be sick,"Will said, as the realization hit him.

He sat down on the bed and Tracy went to him.

"You will be the greatest dad in the world," she said.

He kissed her.

"I have to call Guy," he said, "And tell him."

"Why?" Tracy asked.

"Don't you think we should thank him?" Will asked.

"I suppose so," she said.

 

"How's she feeling today?" Jonny asked.

"Like shit," Will said, rubbing his eyes, "I was up with her all night long."

"How long does this morning sickness last?" Chris asked.

"Usually only the first few months, or so the doctor said," Will told them.

"It sucks to be a female, "Chris said, shaking his head.

"Her's has lasted a little longer. Not unusual for a first pregnancy according to the doctor and all the books we read."

"There are books about this stuff?" Jonny asked.

"You wouldn't believe it," Will said, "There are books that tell you what is happening every day of the nine months."

Guy had been sitting quietly the whole time.

The other two were unaware of the arrangement made between Will and Guy.

"So what's going on today with the baby?" Guy asked, "I mean, according to the book?"

"Let's see," Will said, "I think it said that the nerves are finishing development. We should know by the next appointment if it is a boy or a girl."

"Are you hoping for one or the other?" Chris asked.

"No," Will said, "Just a healthy baby."

Guy stood up.

"I have to go," he said, quickly.

He grabbed his jacket and left before anyone could say anything else.

"What's his problem?" Chris asked.

Will was afraid he knew exactly what the problem was.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

"Hey, wait up,"Will said, following Guy.

Guy hunched his jacket up around his shoulders and stopped walking.

"Are you okay?" Will asked.

Guy kind of looked away.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" he asked.

Will looked at his best friend closely.

"Back there, all that talk about the baby..."Will said.

Guy hung his head and kicked a little dirt with his shoe.

"It did get to me a little bit," he admitted, "I didn't expect it to, but it did."

"That's what I thought," Will said.

Guy looked at him closely.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not going to do or say anything. That was the deal."

"I'm not worried about that,"Will said, honestly, "I'm worried about how you feel."

"I guess I am a little sad. And a little jealous. But I am really happy for you too,"Guy said.

Will looked at him and smiled slightly.

"I never much thought about having kids....you know I always tried really hard to prevent it...but it feels different now."

"You will have your own someday,"Will said.

"Maybe," Guy told him, "Maybe not. I don't know if I will be a good father figure. It just kind of surprised me that I felt this way about it."

"You will be around all the time," Will said, "You can be the greatest uncle ever."

"At least, I will know that the best man I've ever known is raising the kid," Guy told him.

 

“Wow, she’s tiny,” Chris said, watching Will hold the baby.

“She’s only a few hours old, “Will said, “Of course she is tiny.”

“Hey, can I get some love here?” Tracy asked, “I did all the hard work.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Will said, leaning over to hand her the baby and give her a kiss.

“What’s her name?” Jonny asked.

“We haven’t decided yet,” Will said.

“Yes, we have,” Tracy told him.

“Well I’m not sure if I like it,” Will said, laughing.

“Two females? You are doomed,” Chris told him.

 

 

 

 

The Blessing

 

Chapter 8

 

 

 

 

Guy was standing outside the viewing window of the nursery.

He was just gazing at the baby.

"She's a beauty," Will told him.

Guy looked at him and smiled.

"Does she look like me?" he asked.

"A little bit," Will said, "She's got your mouth."

Guy just nodded.

"Would you like to hold her?" Will asked.

Guy shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

"Nah. I don't think so," he said.

"What are you going to name her?" Guy asked.

"We haven't decided. We thought we would let you pick a name if you would like to."

"I'm no good at stuff like that," Guy said, shyly, "I'm sure you and Tracy can come up with something."

"Think about it," Will told him.

"She's healthy, right?" Guy asked.

"She's just perfect," Will said.

"That's good," Guy said.

"Well, I better get back and see if Tracy needs anything," Will told him, "You can come to her room and visit."

Guy smiled and looked back at the baby.

"Maybe a bit later,"he said.

Will nodded and started to walk away.

"Will?"

"Yeah?"

"I've always kind of liked the name Jennifer," Guy said.

Will smiled.

"Then Jennifer, it is," he said, "Jennifer Champion."

"Yeah" Guy said to himself, "Jennifer...." he paused, "Jennifer Champion."

 

 

The End

 

 

 

this is basically supposed to be a soap opera... :P

 

Cold Games

ONE

 

 

 

Guy sat alone in a small room of the Bakery, quietly playing his bass. A long shadow fell over him as a tall man walked into the room. Guy looked up, and identified the man as Will.

 

“Hey, Will,” he said, quickly returning to his song.

 

“You been here all night?” Guy stopped playing, and placed his bass aside.

 

“What do you want?” he asked, avoiding making eye contact with the drummer.

 

“I want to know if you've been here all night or not.”

 

“Maybe I have been.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Is that any of your business?” Guy coldly asked.

 

“Does it have to do with Sierra leaving?”

 

“She didn't leave.”

 

“Then where is she?” Guy stood up and walked around the room a bit. He stopped to admire the drawings on the wall that he had already seen a million times before. “Guy?”

 

“The doctor's,” Guy said in a low voice. Will stepped towards him, and slowly reached out to grab his shoulder.

 

“Is everything OK?”

 

“She's...” Guy paused to take a deep breath, and continued, “Pregnant.”

________________________________________

 

Chris sat alone on the couch in the living room of the apartment he and Jonny shared. He was just staring across the room, a drink held tightly in his hand, thinking when the door opened.

 

“You're still up?” Jonny asked as he shut the door behind him.

 

“It's only... two in the morning,” Chris replied. “I couldn't sleep.”

 

“Still thinking?”

 

“Yeah.” Jonny walked over to the arm of the couch, and rested his hands on it.

 

“Are you gonna tell me what you've been thinking about?”

 

“I've been thinking about a lot of things,” Chris replied, turning his head away from Jonny and taking a large swig of his drink.

 

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Chris looked up at Jonny, his jaw slightly tensing. He took a deep breath and relaxed his face.

 

“How was your date? Must have gone well if you're out until two.”

 

“It was... fine.” Jonny looked down at his hands.

 

“Are you going to be seeing her again?” Chris solemnly asked.

 

“No, I don't think so.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“She's pregnant...” Jonny slowly looked up until his eyes met with Chris'. “With Guy's baby.”

 

 

Okay, so this thread was on page 2 and I didn't like that so here is a very, very little something;)

 

You Know I Love You So

 

 

 

 

I can't run away any longer. I can't hide any longer. I can't lie any longer, for I am too tired. Too exhausted.

 

My whole life I denied what my heart told me the first time I met you, the first time I touched your hand. And every single day I would promise as I lay in my bed that I would tell you I love you and be at peace with myself.

 

Because Love is above anything else, I feel like I betrayed myself this whole time, by fooling myself, ignoring time after time what I can't ignore any longer. No matter where my eyes landed upon, no matter what beautiful voices I heard, no matter how many heavenly scents I smelled, I could only imagine your smile, your sweet timbre, your fresh aroma.

 

Don't feel repulsed by my confession. My words are short in comparison to what my heart tells me night and day but I have no way of translating faithfully what I feel.

 

I am sorry for waiting as long as I did, sorry for doubting as much as I regretfully did.

 

Forgive me.

 

Love me.

 

 

Chris

 

 

As Jonny read the letter, he couldn't help himslef. Joy overtook him and his smile grew with each word he read.

 

This is what he had waited for his entire life but fear and indecision had disabled him from doing anything about his buried feelings about his best friend.

 

Now, though, a surge of hope appeared and he felt finally free. Free to smile, to feel, to love.

Free to be with the man he loved.

 

 

 

Cold Games

 

TWO

 

“It's yours?” Will asked. Guy was still facing the wall, though he had turned his head to the side.

 

“Of course.” He fully turned, a look of worry spread across his face. “Why, do you think it could be someone else's?”

 

“No,” Will lied. “It has to be yours.” Guy wasn't fooled, though.

 

“What do you know?”

 

“I don't know anything.”

 

“Stop lying to me!” Guy yelled. “I know you know something, now tell me!”

 

“I can't,” Will whispered.

 

“Why not?” Guy angrily asked.

 

“It would hurt you too much,” Will answered, looking down at the ground.

 

“I don't care. Tell me.”

 

“Sierra... well...”

 

“Come on! Spit it out already.”

 

“Sierra cheated on you.” Will cautiously looked up. Guy already looked hurt, but Will knew it was nothing compared to what he would feel after the bomb he was about to drop. “With Jonny.”

________________________________________

 

“You were dating Sierra?!” Chris exclaimed in outrage. He stood up, slammed his drink down on the table beside him, and walked up to Jonny. “How could you?”

 

“No,” Jonny said. “How could she?”

 

“How could both of you?! You knew she was seeing Guy... and so did she.” Jonny chuckled, and Chris couldn't believe how insensitive Jonny was being.

 

“She and I were dating long before she started seeing Guy.”

 

“What?”

 

“We kept it hidden, and decided that if one of us should want to pursue a relationship with someone else... then that would be OK.”

 

“Then you have no right to be upset about her seeing other people,” Chris said.

 

“But she chose to see one of my best friends. And she never told Guy that we were dating.”

 

“So she's having his baby?”

 

“Yes,” Jonny said in a quiet voice, lowering his eyes and frowning.

 

“There's no chance of it being yours?” Chris asked, and Jonny shook his head.

 

“No. I never slept with her.”

 

“Do you think... it could be someone else's?” Chris picked up his drink, and just stared at it.

 

“You mean... she was seeing someone other than Guy or me?”

 

“I... may have slept with her...” Chris said, looking up at Jonny with apologetic eyes. “Twice.”

 

 

The Offer

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

Chris heard a noise.

Or he thought he heard a noise.

He had been awake for the last ninety-eight hours.

He hadn't even closed his eyes once.

So, it could be that he didn't actually hear a noise at all.

He was staring at the ceiling again and wondering just who invented ceiling tiles and why they felt that it was necessary to put those little patterns on them.

After all, who really looks at ceiling tiles?

No one, that's who.

Unless they happen to be songwriters who can't find one single damn thing to write a song about.

Unless they happen to be insomniac hypochondriacs.

Unless they happen to be too wired up from eating nothing but chocolate and drinking gallons of tea for three days.

Then he heard the noise again.

"Thinking those weird thoughts again, huh?" a voice said.

Chris looked around.

"Who are you?" he asked, "And how did you get in here?"

"Jumpy, aren't you?"

A tall slender gentleman about sixty-five years old sat down in the chair across from him.

He was dressed in a gorgeous tuxedo, wore white gloves, carried a top hat and a cane.

Chris rubbed his tired, swollen eyes.

"You aren't real," he told the man, "Just a hallucination from lack of sleep."

The gentleman smiled a sly little smile.

"I am very real," he said, holding out his arm for Chris to pinch him.

Chris pinched him hard.

"Ouch!" the man said, "That was a little rough."

"What do you want? Chris asked, "I don't give autographs to strangers who break in to the studio."

"Me? Want your autograph? A little full of yourself aren't you?"

"Well then what do you want?" Chris asked, impatiently.

"I have a gift for you," he said.

"I don't take gifts. You have to send them to our management company," Chris told him.

"But this is a very specific, personal gift," the man said, "Something you need and want desperately."

Chris laughed loudly.

“The only thing I want is to write the world’s most perfect song. Right now, I can’t even write a lousy song.”

The man smiled smugly.

“I know,” he said, “That’s what I am here to give you. The world’s most perfect song. A song so perfect no one will ever write a better one.”

“And just how do you know this?” Chris asked.

“Because,” the man said, “I have that power.”

“Work for a record company or a radio station?” Chris asked.

The man laughed.

“I work for no one,” he said, “You might say I am self-employed. You see my name is Lucifer and I am here to make you an offer.”