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A/N: Lyrics in Bold are called "Prayer" By the Band Disturbed.

"Living my life's not hard enough, Burn me alive inside"

Every Sickly sin that I Commit is countdown to the Day of Salavation. Okay, I'll be selfish. It's the Countdown to my Day of Salvation. It all Rests in the Fighter's hands, and God Of course. The Good lord will take away the Darkness and Depression. Our Holy Father will wash him of his crimes and return him to me clean.

In order to get get him my Methods have been Unsavoury. But that is the chance you take in order to be noble. To that be White Knight. To be that ideal Boyfriend, this is what the Lord has planned for me. I thought things would get Tricky when I found out that the Diaz Brother's owned an Apartment together. Then I realised that one Glorious night they would Both be Out.

The Diaz Brother's always go out after Fights. I watched them leave from my car. I had a key Copied, which was a Good thing too. I hate mess and unnecessary Violence, which may sound Rich coming from me, but still. Now, the Diaz Brother's place, was a UFC Viewers Dream. But my Dreams, were not yet a Reality.

Now it always amazed me that Little Nate Diaz, never got the Attention, he deserved. Until McGregor. Until me. I figure one of them Sleeps Downstairs. I'm Assuming it's Nick. I don't want to be wrong. I know I'll punish myself If I am. I go upstairs looking in Rooms until I find another Bedroom. I leave and shut the Door.

I put my hands together and say.

"Please God. Let this be his room. Let it Be Nate's"

I step back in and Sure enough I know I've Arrived at Nate's shrine. Nate's palace. Soon it will be mine, Diaz will be mine, I can feel it in my bones. As I walk in I take a Deep Breath. Savouring his Living Quarters. Excited at every breath he's taken here. I picture Nate on the Bed...

Waiting for me.

It could do with a Clean. But it's exciting that Nate doesn't conform. He never has, that's why I've got to meet him in person. I step over the Reebok Sponsor clothes and take a look at his CD's on his Shelf, they are mostly Ninties Tracks, and club music. If I want a Better Idea of Nate's Tastes, I'll probably need to look at his I-pod.

I get on the floor, Not to Pray for the son of God, who sacrificed for us. I'll do that at home. I look under Nate's bed. I take out papers from under there. They're in a Plastic wallet. I Quickly read a Paragraph...It looks like Diaz VS McGregor is happening Again.

I don't think the Holy spirits or Christ would understand that Re-match. Why now? Why so soon?

I Restrain myself from taking the Paper's out, and put them back under the bed. I can't stay here forever, even though I'd want nothing more. I search around a Little in Nate's Drawers. under his Under-wear I take out his Other Phone. I Question how many phones Nate has, but I'll find out sooner or Later.

I search his calls first and then his messages, not Expecting to find anything special, Until I see the message from and to Rory. Obviously it's Rory MacDonald. I can see that Nate sometimes, calls him Rory, Mac, or "Rory Mac" in the Messages.

It's Obvious they're...

I close my eyes, and I can hear God telling me to build up the Positives. I got in the Diaz's Brother's House. Without getting Beaten up. That's an Achievement at least. God's telling me That the Golden Rules can be twisted a Little, in my head I thank him. But it doesn't make me feel any better. My Stomach is in Knots and my Eyes Blur.

I feel Deceived, and want to know Details, from where they first met, to who made the First move. It was Probably Rory. Nate's too Innocent. He wouldn't be as Forward. Did Rory pressure Nate to Get physical? Where had they been Physical in this House, in Nate's Room? On this Bed?

I go back under the Bed and Take out the Diaz McGregor Two, contract.

I go downstairs into the Diaz Brother's Kitchen.

Like I predicted Nate has a Red Thai Curry in the Fridge. I take the Curry Carton, dash upstairs and Throw the Sticky cold Curry onto Nate's Bed. I've got to go. I don't want to, not now with this new Information. But I can't Wallow in Pity. Or Celebrate the Righteousness of my Actions. Nate and his Brother are probably going to be back any minute.

I check that I've still got Nate's contract on McGregor.

I glance at the Main Course all Over Nate's bed, and tell myself that in Time, that Red sauce Will be Blood...