*sneaks in*

You know what? I'm so very, very sorry!

Let's see... since the last time I posted anything... I got sacked from a part time job I had, my aunt died after illness, my computer fucked up – twice, I got another job (which BTW I really like), thinking about my future, my boyfriend is being his old miserable self and not really thinking about others (i.e. me) but I kinda have to put up with it because we're going to Las Vegas in 6 weeks time (YAY ME! So excited!), my brother lost his job, my cat had to be put down (she was 16 years and we'd only found out that she had quite bad kidney disease the day before), my dad's been away quite a lot – he's in China at the moment, mum's waiting on word of an operation... oh and the big thing... writer's block, not thinking the chapter was ready to post and having thoughts about other/new stories.

So, I'm sorry for not updating. I don't even know if anyone remembers this story in the first place so I'll thank you all now for reading/reviewing or whatever if you do!

Thanks also if you read the read/reviewed the previous chapters!

...CHAPTER 3...

Jeff sighed and stared at the door that Ted had just left through. His jaw was shaking and he bit his lip to try and stop it. What did Ted want to talk about? What was there to talk about in the first place? It was over between them. Finite. Caput.

He shook his head, trying to dispel any thoughts of them getting back together again, being happy again. It wasn't going to happen so he needed to stop thinking about him. There was no point in them being together anymore if there was no love on the other side of the relationship.

He was the one to end it in the first place. Why couldn't he let it go?


Ted walked quickly back to his room. He didn't want to see anybody right not, not when he was so angry with himself.

Entering the room and shutting the door behind him, he took his frustrations out on the wall, punching it with all he had. "DAMMIT!"

He shouldn't have kissed Jeff. That had been a mistake. He was already pushing hard for them to talk, too hard. He shouldn't have kissed Jeff either. Jeff was vulnerable. He'd been open and honest about his feelings and was getting nothing in return or so he thought.

He wished last night had never happened. It all came down to a question: How do you feel about me? When Ted had stalled in his answer, not knowing what to say, Jeff had been more direct: Do you love me? Ted had stuttered and stammered but was unable to answer the question again. The most annoying thing about it was that he did love Jeff, he loved him with all his heart.

His knees gave way and he fell to the floor sobbing. He did love Jeff but he couldn't say it aloud. So, how was he going to prove it to the rainbow-haired man? It just seemed impossible right now.


There was a knock at the door but Ted was in no condition to answer it. Not that it mattered in the end because Randy and Cody had just came in anyway, unlocking the door with their keycard. They were trying to be polite by knocking.

They froze at they stood in the doorway. Ted was a mess. He was on the floor, crying his heart and the knuckles on one of his hands were scraped and bleeding slightly.

Spying the dented and cracking wall, Randy shook his head slightly before walking into the bathroom to get a damp cloth.

Cody immediately knelt down beside Ted's hunched body and put his arm around him in a gesture of comfort, brushing his fingers over Ted's short hair. He shook his head not wanting to believe that this was happening. He just didn't understand why this was happening... and to Ted and Jeff of all people. They were like the golden couple.

What was he going to do? How was he supposed to help his friends? Could he help them?


Cody looked up as Randy came back into the room with a wet towel.

The older man passed the towel to Cody who cleaned up Ted's wounds. Randy sat down on the room's bed leaning his elbows on his knees, his hands covering his face.

He didn't like this situation. He didn't like it one little bit. But what could he do?


Jeff lay in his bed, the sheets pulled over his head as if they would shut the world out. "What am I gonna do, Matt? He's coming by later but I don't want to see him."

Matt sat at the bottom of the bed, frowning at his younger brother even though Jeff couldn't see him. "I don't know but maybe you should talk to him?" He was trying to be the voice of reason here. He'd never seen Jeff so happy than in the last six months that he had been with Ted. He had been feeling jealous of those two, wanting that sort of happiness for himself.

"Talk? We talked last night. He said, or didn't say, all he needed to. I don't want to see him, for anything. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"Jeffy, please, just talk to him. You owe him that at least, don't you think?"

Jeff sat up, the sheets dropping to his waist, and stared incredulously at his brother. "Owe him? You think I owe him? Are you insane? If anything, he owes me! I wasted six months of my life with him! Me. He owes me."

Matt stood up suddenly. "Give him a fucking chance, Jeff," he yelled. "At least, let him explain, for fuck's sake!" He knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his mouth.

Jeff stared incredulously up at his brother. "WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM? WHY? I'm your little brother and he... he... he..." Jeff stuttered as tears came to his eyes and his voice broke. He took in a deep, shuddering breath as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. "He broke my heart, Matt," he whispered, as tears began to flow freely over his cheeks.

"Jeff, hey, hey, hey, shh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Matt murmured as sat back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around his now weeping baby brother. rocking him slightly. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard. Shh."

Jeff buried his face further into Matt's neck, not saying a word.

Matt closed his eyes in thought. How could he help these two? Was there anything that could get these two men to talk, to get back together?


So, uh, it's been a while, what did you think?