GENERAL INFORMATION: BROTHERS!
by Sue Whitehorn
The following is a story about my opinion of what happened to Nick's older brother, and why he is not mentioned in the FK episodes and never shown.
I hope this subject does not offend anyone as it does have to do with gay material. There is no explicit sex in this story, only implied.
As is always the case, these characters are not mine but belong to James Parriott and Jon Slan and I am only borrowing them.
Although Nick and Janette are deeply into this story, it is more a story of Nick and his brother.
Any feedback is always appreciated and I also accept and welcome all kinds of criticism.
As usual I give permission to archive to IB site. All others please ask.
Remember I am making no money from this, but I do love to write
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
96th Precinct:
Nick watched Mike Lovejoy, (a new rookie detective), receiving the "I am the greatest!" lecture from his partner, Don Schanke. If there was one thing Schanke knew how to do, it was to let his partners know and anyone else within earshot of all his investigative qualities and how good he was. Nick watched with an amused look on his face, and at the same time felt very sorry for Mike. A really nice guy of about 28 who was single, great looking and had a good record as a 'street cop'. He had worked mostly in homocide and that is why he was put with Knight and Schanke for his training. He was really likable and polite and listened very carefully to all Schanke had to say, although Nick was sure he was totaly bored to tears.
"Yeah, as I said before, you really have to go a long way to gain the experience that I have. It takes years of smelling out the bad roses from the good ones. And I have had my taste of both, let me tell you. You just have to rely on your instincts, Mike old buddy. You have to use your keen sense of smell and sharp eye to sniff out the dirt in this city. I really have been able to help my partner out on quite a few occasions. Ain't that right, Knight?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right Schanke!" Nick said as straight faced as he could. They had been studying the profiles of serial killers, expecially the latest one. This killer had the habit of tying his victims arms and legs with a red scarf, strangeling them, and then stabbing them brutally with some kind of sharp object, probably a knife. There had been five homocides with this mo and they were not anywhere near finding out any clues that would help put the puzzle together to identifying this killer. All of the victims had similar characteristics. All were young women, blonde hair, friendly, outgoing, and totally with a lack of common sense. Nick was flipping through the list of former murders that had either escaped or were never caught and was trying his best to look like he was deeply into what he was doing.
Schanke suddenly stopped talking and got up to get some more coffee, much to Mike's relief. As soon as he left, Mike turned to Nick and said, "Is he always like this?"
Nick laughed out loud and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, Mike. He has been that way for as long as I've know him. But he is a good partner. If you can get past that arrogance, and play-acting front of his, down deep he is a kind, caring, conscientious cop. I wouldn't want to work with anyone else. I trust him, completely!"
Mike smiled his understanding and went back to looking through the murder profile logs.
Later, as the three detectives were getting ready to go on patrol, Mike was stopped by his older brother Steve, who was the Captain of the 21st Precinct. He was coming into the PD to talk to Capt. Cohen about another murder across town. Mike was in great distress as Nick could tell by the increase of his heart beat. Nick motioned to Schanke for them to steer clear of the confrontation and they made their way to Nick's caddy.
"So, going out on your first patrol, little bro? Be sure you conduct yourself in the proper manner and don't embarass me." Steve said, with an air of arrogance.
"Yeah, Steve. But do you mind? Could you call me something else besides 'little bro'? I would like to be able to go up to my fellow cops without your constant reminder that I am just a lowly detective and you are the high and mighty Captain!" Mike replied with a defiant tone of disgust.
"What? Having a brother who is a Captain seems degrading to you?" Steve said sarcastically.
Knowing that he was not going to win this conversation, Mike looked at his brother and simply said, "No, of course not. But I would like to make my own grade, ok? Is that so hard for you to understand? You don't always have to check up on your brother. Give me a break, will ya?"
As Nick watched this exchange between the two brothers, his thoughts went back to a time, many centuries ago when he had a similar confrontation with his older brother, Jean-Eitenne.
Brabant Castle 1213
An eighteen year old Nicholas sat on the steps of the main hall of his family home watching his older brother, Jean-Eitenne conversing with the peasants. He was inwardly very proud of his brother. He seemed to have a way with making the peasants feel important, and at the same time gaining their loyality, and servitude toward the Brabant family. Nicholas knew that his father, Anthony was very proud of his eldest son. And Nicholas had tried his very best to do all he could to be as much like his older brother as he could. But it was difficult. He did not have a way with speaking to the peasants as his brother did. Oh, they listened to him out of respect for his family and friendship toward him as they enjoyed his company. But that was where the similarity ended. And Eitenne knew why. He had told Nicholas that he was too friendly with the peasants. He would drink with them and share in their games. This was not the right attitude to have with those whose job it was to serve you. "Landlords must always keep their distance from their tennants!" he had always told Nicholas. Nicholas knew that this was true, but he just couldn't stop but be fascinated with their customs and he loved the games they played.
As Nick continued to watch, his brother left the peasants and began to walk toward the house. When he entered the main hall, he spotted his brother, sitting on the steps looking out the window.
"What are you doing, Nicholas? Spying on me?" Eitenne said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at his wayward younger brother.
"No, of course not, Eitenne. I was waiting for Mother and Fleur to return. They should be home by now, it is almost sundown!"
With this, Eitenne looked out at the spring sky and saw that the sun was getting very close to the horizon. He frowned and looked back at his brother. He began to walk up the stairs toward Nicholas. "Yes, I know. But perhaps they were stopped on the way by villagers who needed their help." Geting closer to his brother, Eitenne put his hand out to Nicholas's shoulder. "I am sure they will be home soon. And in the meantime, have you seen to it that the horses are corralled and fed for the night?"
"Yes, Eitenne! I have done all my chores! As usual you seem to think that since Father has been away, I do not know my responsibilities." Nicholas said with disgust.
Eitenne's hand gripped Nicholas's shoulder a little harder and Nicholas winced at the firm grasp. "You do spend a lot of time with the peasants, little one. That is a mistake. If you make yourself too friendly with them, you will never gain their respect." Eitenne said in a firm but gentle voice.
"But how are we to know what they truly feel, and what their needs are unless we talk to them and get to know them better?" Nicholas said, looking up into the deep blue eyes of his brother.
"By asking, and trying to meet those needs. Not by carousing with them, playing their games and drinking with them every night, Nicholas. You must keep your distance. Remember what I have told you." Eitenne said, gazing into the sky blue eyes of his younger brother. Eitenne loved Nicholas and he truly cared for how he felt, but he knew that if you were in their position you must maintain respect and reverence from those under you. Eitenne let go of his brother's shoulder and continued to descend the stairs. He stopped short of the top and turned to Nicholas. "Are you coming to supper? Or are you going to sit there until night falls?"
"I am coming." Nicholas said, as he rose and followed is brother up the stairs.
Nick came back to the present as he heard Mike shut the door of the caddy. He knew exactly how Mike felt, and how embarassing it was when an older brother always chided you simply for being younger. He looked around to see if Mike was ok, and Mike glanced at him, giving him a slight grin. It seemed that somehow they understood each other, even though no words were ever spoken.
Nick started the caddy and pulled out of the parking lot into the street. They cruised around for almost three hours. They had only one lead at this point and were not getting anywhere with the case. Suddenly, the radio blared in their ears.
Dispatch: "81-Kilo! 81 Kilo! 21st PD reports homicide at Dundas and Yonge. Possible suspect seen running on foot along Dundas. Officers in pursuit. Request your assistance."
Mike groaned. <21st reporting meant that his brother would most likely be at the scene. Great! Another chance for Steve to harasses me>
Schanke picked up the speaker and said, "81 Kilo, we're on our way." And as Nick turned on the siren, Schanke put the red "cherry" light along the windshield on the dashboard and they sped off.
It wasn't long before they got to the scene of the crime. All bailed out and Nick walked toward the direction fo the City Coroner, Dr. Natalie Lambert who was bending over the body. Nick and Nat had not been on the best of terms, since he had told her he wanted to stop the treatments. She felt that he had just given up. Well, he had. Sort-of. He just wasn't sure that he wanted to be mortal anymore. After all the wasted lives he had seen lately, and the frustrations with each of Natalie's attempts to "cure him", all ending in failure, he didn't feel it was worth the effort. The two of them were still friends, but there was certainly a "cooler" atmosphere whenever they were together.
"Whatcha got, Nat?" Nick said as he approached her.
"Death by loss of blood and strangulation is my first guess. Looks very much like the last five. Young girl, 20, perhaps 21." She bent down to the body as Nick followed her. The woman was a stunning beauty. She was blonde, (as the other 5 had been), and her feet and arms were tied with a red scarf. The body had been brutally stabbed many times, leaving pools of blood, some dried in and around the body, and the scent was almost too much for Nick. He turned away briefly, and closed his eyes. Then he looked back at the body to her throat. There were bruise marks lower down around the base of the neck that appeared to be made by a rope. Nick turned to see Mike standing there looking down at the body, too.
"Looks like the same MO. Anybody see the killer, Natalie?" he said, turning to Dr. Lambert.
"Capt. Lovejoy is talking to a woman who saw the killer flee the scene." She replied as she pointed over to a tall, dark-haired man in a well-fitting suit talking to a young blonde woman, leaning up against a wall, sobbing uncontrollably.
<Great! Just Great! In order for me to find out anything, I am going to have to ask Steve. Life just can't get worse, can it?> Almost as if he knew what Mike was thinking, Nick stood up and put his hand on Mike's shoulder, leading him away from the body and Nat.
"Let Schanke deal with Captain Lovejoy for a few minutes. If he needs us, he'll let us know. Besides, he's good at sucking up to another captain!" Nick said with a smile, and Mike did feel a slight bit more relaxed. He really liked Nick. He was a caring and concerned fellow cop, and he seemed to know exactly what Mike was feeling by having to confront his brother. <So strange? Perhaps Nick has a brother who is just as demanding! But I don't remember reading that in his bio?> Mike thought to himself.
A few minutes later, Schanke walked over to where Nick and Mike were. "Capt says that Lisa Wainright saw a tall, thin, dark-haired man hovering over the body and then disappear on foot down Dundas. She didn't get a good look at him as he had his back turned toward her. Several cops followed on foot but saw nothing. They are taking her back to the precinct to get a statement. Looks like the guy just up and disappeared into thin air!"
<Oh, Schanke, that's funny! If you only knew how easy that was!> Nick thought to himself. They each got back into the caddy and headed toward the precinct to see if they could find out anymore info from Miss Wainright.
Later at the Precinct:
Nick, Schanke and Mike had spent 30 minutes talking to Miss Wainright who was obviously too upset to give them any real tangible information with which to go on,and after some time they just gave up. Nick and Schanke thought it best to give her sometime to compose herself and let her go home.
Their shift was ending shortly, when Mike's brother Steve came into the precinct for the second time in one night. He started toward Capt. Cohen's office, but stopped to stare at his brother. He looked as if he was going to say something, then shrugged and went into the office.
"Well Mike," Nick said, looking up at the young detective, "Looks like if you hurry, you might make it out of here without talking to Capt. Lovejoy!"
"And that is exactly what I am going to do," Mike said, looking back at Schanke and then at Nick, before he said, "if we are finished here?
Nick smiled and said, "Yeah, sure. Get out of here while the gettin's good! We'll see you tomorrow night!"
With that, Mike grabbed his coat and ran out of the door, with Nick and Schanke laughing as they watched him leave.
Chapter 2
Castle Brabant 1213
Nicholas sat at the formal feasting table surrounded by his large family, in the hugh dinning hall of the Castle. His father, Anthony sat at the head of the table talking to his brother, Peter, with Eitenne and Nicholas on either side of the table. They were discussing the Crusade Wars and the problems of trying hard not to get involved. All had been somewhat peaceful, but disagreements, and small skirmishes had erupted recently near and around their area. They knew it was only a matter of time before they, would have to show their loyality to one side or the other. Anthony had been in close contact with Bishop de Labarre from Wales. He had been told, that soon the Crusades would start up again and he would be expected to send one of his family members to fight. The only son he had to send was Nicholas. But he was not sure Nicholas had the makings of a good, fighting Knight of the Crusades. He asked too many questions, and always followed his own path. He was not disloyal, quite the contrary, he was very loyal, but he did have his own way of dealing with authority. He could be suave, devious and then gallant and caring all in the same moment. Inwardly, Anthony was very proud of his son, Nicholas, and actually favored him over his older brother, Eitenne. Nicholas had spunk, and would fight for his cause, but he was also not without love and brotherhood and loyality for those he cared for and protected. Eitenne on the other hand was softer, yet wiser, practical, pragmatic, clear and concise as far as his duty was. But Anthony did not see Eitenne as a fighter. He would try to find a way out of any dispute, even if it meant dessertion. He lacked the devious, almost dark side to the human nature that Nicholas possesed that made Nicholas more the better choice. Nicholas was a fighter, Eitenne was a leader and peacemaker!
Nicholas was listening with great interest, as most of the subject involved him. He did not want to fight in a war of anykind. He did not know if he truly believed in the cause of the Crusades. But he would never do anything to disgrace his name or his family, and especially his mother and sister. He loved them so.
Before very long, his brother Eitenne, appearing to be restless suddenly got up and excused himself, leaving the room. Nicholas watched out of the corner of his eye and saw that his brother had left the room and out the castle through the castle walls. He rose and asked permission to leave from his father, and his uncle. When his father gestured to him that he was allowed to leave and his uncle nodded his approval, Nicholas slowly left the room to follow this brother. He really didn't mean to spy on him, but he knew Eitenne had been acting strangly for several weeks, and he was determined to find out why. He had a suspicion of where Eitenne was going, but he hoped he was wrong about his "true and pure of heart" brother.
Eitenne had left the Castle and was heading across the land, that separated the Castle grounds from the village of the peasants. Nicholas followed him from a discreet distance. It wasn't long before they had come to the edge of the village. It was there that Eitenne met another figure, wearing a cape. Nicholas watched as Eitenne and the other figure wrapped their arms around each other and were suddenly engaged in a long, pasionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Nicholas watched from behind a tree, wondering who this wench was that held his brothers obvious attention and love. She had to be a common peasant woman by the dress, and that was not good. <How dare he tell me to keep a distance from the villagers! He, Eitenne, the solid Brabant heir who it appeared was so virtuous, was now engaged in an affair with a local peasant!> As Eitenne broke from the kiss, the other caped figure, younger and more diminuitive than he suddenly removed the cape from the body and began to unfasten the bodice top. It was then Nicholas received another shock. This was not a peasant girl from the village, but a young boy! What was his brother up to? Surely he was not having an affair with another male? Not Eitenne, who always extolled the virtues of the successful male with his wenches, and all the sacraments, and laws of the Church. Besides, he had seen Eitenne many times with other noblemen's daughters. No! This could not be what he thought he saw. His brother helped to unlace the bodice top of the young boy and then to remove his trousers. He then proceeded to remove his undergarments as well until soon the lad stood completely naked before Heir de Brabant. Eitenne knelt and leaned forward to the young man's legs. The youth threw his head back, hands on his hips and closed his eyes, swaying with the movements of Eitenne.
Nicholas looked away in disgust. <This cannot be! Not Eitenne! No, I won't believe this! I won. . . .>
"Nichola? Nichola?"
Nick suddenly looked up and saw Janette standing over him with a puzzled look on her face. She then began to smile and said, "Elsewhere?"
Nick grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it and then pulled Janette down to his lap. "I was just reliving another chapter of my past, Janette."
Janette looked at Nick and said, "You seemed sad, mon cher! Is there anything that I can do for you?" She put her hand on his head and began to play with the blonde curls.
Nick smiled up at Janette with that devilish grin and said, "Well, as a matter-of-fact, you can!" And standing up, he swooped Janette up into his arms, as she giggled with delight of the coming pleasures, and he carried her to one of the back rooms.
Raven 3PM
Nick woke up to the smell of sweet perfume. He turned his head and saw a sleeping Janette lying next to him curled against his body. Her head was on his chest and her arm encircled his waist. He smiled, sniffing the sweet scent of her hair as he stroked through the long black tresses. She stirred in her sleep, releasing a small sigh, and then relaxed unmoving. Nick continued to stroke her hair. He began to drift off to sleep, as he again remembered his former life and his brother.
Outside Castle Brabant, (one of the orchards)
Nick sat on the ground, with his back against a tree. He could not believe what he had just witnessed. His brother, the stable, backbone of his life, was falling apart right in front of his eyes. How could his brother do this to him? He adored and idolized him. Eitenne was the epitomy of strength, wisdom, and proper virtues. Now, he is cavorting with young boys? What the hell was the matter with him? He knew how the Church frowned on such behaviour. What was he to do? Should he tell his father? No, that was not an option. His father would probably refuse to believe him and send him off on some crazy mission, or to the wars if they started up again! And if not, he would be sent away to live in another area. Possibly with his Uncle Peter. That would be the most dishonorable fate to await any baron's son! To be cast aside and disinherited secretly. And what if he confronted his brother? He knew that at first Eitenne would be most angry with him for following him in the first place and witnessing his little rendevous! And then he would vehelmently deny any incident that Nicholas "thought" he saw! Oh, what was he to do?
He stood up and stared at his fortress, the Castle. It gleamed in the moonlight, with it's high walls and graceful, weaving Ivy along the stones. It seemed so safe within those walls. Yet outside, here in the open, he felt completely vulnerable. He wanted to go to his mother. Perhaps she would understand. No! That would be too much of a shock for her and for his sister Fleur. He must keep this to himself and tell no one! Ever! Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
"Nicholas! What are you doing, standing out here alone?" Eitenne's voice came loud and booming in the dark clear night, lit only by the moon. Nicholas did not turn, nor did he answer his brother's query. The voice came stabbing through the night air once again. "Jean-Phillippe de Brabant! You are being addressed! At least do me the courtesy of answering!"
Nicholas suddenly turned and ran to his brother. Pulling himself close into his brother's chest, he began to sob bitterly, and uncontrollably. Eitenne looked down at his fair-haired younger brother with puzzlement. He dropped his lantern on the ground and placed his strong arms around his sobbing brother, in an effort to comfort him. "What ails you, little one?" Why these bitter tears?"
Nicholas could not speak. All he could do was to try to shut out what he had seen and heard with his brother and the young peasant lad.
Chapter 3
Castle Brabant 1213 (Orchard)
Nicholas could not stop crying. He was so hurt and yet angry. But he knew he could not reveal anything of what he saw. And he felt more. If his brother were to be found out by his father, or any of the other Noblemen, he would be disinherited, and sent away. Nicholas would never see him again. And that thought made him sob even harder.
Eitenne put his hand to the back of Nicholas' head and gently ran his fingers through his brother's hair. He could not understand what had upset his brother this much. Nicholas had always been the extremely sensitive one, but usually kept a hold on his emotions, unless it was in anger. Nicholas was a well-known fighter, and sometimes hot-headed when he was younger. But only Eitenne knew just how sensitive his brother was. And he knew how many times he wanted to show his feelings but was afraid to show that weakness, as it was not befitting of a nobleman's son. There was something that had truly upset Nicholas terribly and Eitenne was determined to find out what it was.
Eitenne pulled Nicholas away from his chest and lifted up his brother's face to his. Nicholas' eyes were already red and puffy, and tears were still pouring down his cheeks rapidly. Eitenne was very touched with emotions himself when he looked into the tear-filled eyes of his brother. "What is it, little one?" (his favorite pet name for his brother). "Tell me what it is that has cut you so deeply, and perhaps we can right the wrong." Nicholas stood there, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks. He could not tell his brother what had hurt him so. And he couldn't let his brother know that he knew his secret, that he had followed him and found him in the arms of a peasant boy. And when he tried to speak, he found that all he could manage was, "Why? Why?"
Of course, this meant nothing to Eitenne, who had no idea what Nicholas was trying to say. But seeing that Nicholas was this upset, he knew that the best thing to do was to let him calm down slowly. And the walk back to the castle would allow him to do this. Perhaps when they were inside, his brother could tell him what was bothering him. So Eitenne let go of Nicholas, and picking up his lantern, he put his arm around his younger brother and they began to walk back to their fortress.
Eitenne was right, the long walk back to the Castle had given Nicholas time to recover and he was only occasionally gasping from all the intake of air during his sobbing fit. But Nicholas was far from feeling better. If anything, he felt worse. And was trying to come up with some kind of lie he could tell his brother, so Eitenne would not know that he had seen his "rendevous".
When they reached the front gate, Eitenne suggested they enter through the servants quarters, so as not to be seen by any elders of the house. As they entered the door, their mother was in the kitchen talking to the servants. She saw them coming in and looking at Nicholas, knew that something was wrong.
"Nicholas! What ails you? Are you ill?" She said, rushing over to her son. Nicholas took one look at his mother and put his arms around her, tears falling like rain again. Lenore looked up at Eitenne with a great deal of concern on her face. "What has happened Eitenne? Has he been mistreated? Has he been fighting?"
"He has learned of the loss of a love, my sweet mother. He is upset by his love's lack of communication to him and not wanting his love." Eitenne lied to his mother. He did not know what was wrong with Nicholas, and he did not want to upset his mother further by waiting for days wondering what was wrong with her son. For he knew that if Nicholas was upset about something that had cut him this deeply, and would not tell even his brother,there is no way he would confide the reason to his dear mother. He loved her too much.
"Poor Nicholas, I grieve with you." Lenore said, and that only made Nicholas sob harder. But he tried his best to control himself, for he knew this was not befitting of aristocracy. And, after a few minutes, he stepped away from his mother, drying his eyes on his sleeve and said, "I am fine now, dear mother. Please allow me to take my leave of you with my gratitude."
Lenore looked at Nicholas, seeing that he was really not alright, but knowing that he was trying his best to get control of his emotions. She touched his cheek with her hand and said, "It may be for the best, my dear son. But I know that it has touched your heart and that is not easy to mend. Perhaps, we can talk of this further, later?"
"Yes, mother." Nicholas replied, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, and then turning he left the kitchen with Eitenne following close behind.
Present time--Raven--back room:
Nicholas awoke with a start. Feeling his forehead, his hand came back to him with blood stains on it. He also had streaks of red blood running down his cheeks. Janette, wearing a beautiful red robe, came over and sat down beside him on the bed. She wiped the blood stained tears from his cheeks with her hand and brought it to her lips. Then she looked into his sky blue eyes and said, "What is it, my Nichola? What is it that you are remembering?"
Nick pulled Janette down to him and kissed her on the lips with a soft, gentle touch. "I was remembering my brother, Eitenne"
"Your brother?" Janette said, moving slightly away from Nicholas to look deep into his eyes. "You never told me you had a brother."
"That is because there is a shadow in my past. Our family did not speak of him for a long time. He was. . . ." Nick paused before going on. He took a deep breath and looking away from Janette continued, "sent away." He spoke the words so softly, that if Janette did not have acute hearing, she would never have heard him. She could tell by the look on his face that he loved his brother deeply. She also could tell that he was still hurting over this.
"Oh, my sweet, tender Nichola! What can I do to erase this sad memory from your mind?" Janette said as she ran her hand along Nick's cheek. Then smiling down tenderly at him she said, "Perhaps a diversion?" And she bent close to him and gently bit his ear lobe. Nicholas moaned at this touch and grabbed Janette, pulling her closer to him. He needed her. Oh, how he needed her! For Janette was the only one who could ease his tension, and help him forget his worries, dreams, fears, and remorse. He loved her so! Did she know this?
He kissed her tenderly on the lips. Those sweet, beautiful, soft lips. So sensuous, so loving, so tender. Janette may be a vampire, and a terrible creature of the night, but she was his beautiful, feminine, caring, and forgiving wife, of many years. Even if they were not officially married, she belonged to him and he to her.
For three more hours, they stayed in her private bedroom, making love, drinking from each other, and loving each other in every way a vampire knows. They shared their memories and their fears. And Janette finally knew and understood Nichola's grief. And his new found lust for immortal life. He longed to be hers again! Once and for always. And she wanted him desperately. They had finally made their peace, and they knew that now and forever they belonged to each other.
Several hours later, Nick went outside the Raven and got into his caddy. He headed home for a shower before he went to work. He felt good. Amazingly good. He had gone through a real catharsis, and he finally knew what he wanted. Janette! That is what he wanted, what he had always wanted.
Parking at the loft, Nick went inside, feeling light as a feather! He went to the telephone and hit the button to activate the answering tape. There were two messages. One from Schanke, telling him that he was going to be a little late coming to work. Jenny had some kind of play at school and he was going to attend that before coming in to work. The other message was from Natalie. She had some information for him and needed to see him ASAP. Nick groaned at the last message. After finding peace with Janette, he now had to face the other woman, he had once thought to spend an eternity with, if he found a cure. Now, he knew that was a mistake. He knew where his heart was, and that was with Janette.
He flew up to the bathroom to start the shower, and then head out to work.
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