Confessions of a One-Track Mind

[Takes place the following day after Harry goes under investigation, which is followed by Elijah's reaction, and Harry telling Orlando. ]

Harry rubbed the heel of his hand against his eyes, then let it drop again, trying to focus in on the screen, lasting a few moments before drifting off in thought again, ignoring the movie. Between confusion, anger and complete frustration, he'd not been able to sleep all night, passing the night lying quietly beside Orlando and watching him for hours, wondering if at any minute the knock at the door would come and Keifer would take him away to... wherever it was that they'd take him. For whatever it is they seemed to think he'd done.

He sighed, pulling the blanket up higher and curling against the arm of the sofa, jumping a little as the expected knock finally sounded. Swallowing hard, he thought twice of just calling out for whoever it was to come in and rose, dropping the blanket onto the floor and crossing to ( open the door. )

[Follows up on the plotting made by Sean and Harry for the first Boy's Night Out in awhile, and Eric's first Boy's Night Out ever.]

The Half-Mast was nice, Marton reflected soddenly. Sure, the lights hung at an angle and the floor was sinking on one side but, in his condition, what did it matter? Dunno why I bother arguing with Seanie and Harry, he thought. They always win and they're always right and they're my bestest friends. He blinked owlishly at his glass which was apparently floating two inches above the table surface. He grabbed at it and missed, realizing at the last minute that someone had hold of it and that someone was huuuge. He looked up. "You're big." he told Eric.

( ''That I am,'' Eric laughed, unable to keep the mirth out of his voice... )

(takes place in the past, Dom 12, Elijah 8, and Sean about to embark on fatherhood himself)

( ''Live in Balize! Two of the hottest HOT rock stars EVER in the whole world, like you've never seen! Here they are - Big, um Dood Sparkle and *good grief* Ice Hot.'' )

Backdated to 11th Feb. when the new security measures were activated.


Harry shuffled through the papers he'd gotten from Elijah as he entered the elevator taking him down to Royal. The setup for the general intake had been going fairly well in his absence, damn it all anyway, and things were more or less on schedule.
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(continuation of the story begun in Truth to Tell.)

( ''See, after that, me and Harry decided to pay Mr. Caine a little visit . . . '' )

Harry sat, dressed and ready, swinging his legs impatiently as they dangled off the bed. He checked his watch for the thirty-seventh time in the past ten minutes and scowled, huffing indignantly. His bag was packed, he'd been dressed and ready for an hour, the nurse had been by to check his dressing again and his discharge papers had been signed and handed back in to the desk. "Where the bloody FUCK is Sean!" ( Harry glared at the door, demanding an answer. )

Harry strolled into the office, a few minutes ahead of schedule for his meeting with Sean, cutting the wink to Dominic, then leaning against the frame of Sean's open office door, waiting for ( Sean to notice he was there. )

In which there are raindrops on roses and naked men on couches. Throw in a few goatherds and a strangled duck or two and you begin to get the idea.


. . . did I mention playing doctor? Oh, and singing. Sean, that is, who is the... Oh, never mind.

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