The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: James, Will, Devon, Wesley, and Rocky
When: Afternoon
Where: Boston
What: Court and an accident.

( Never leave me. Never ever leave me. )

Who: James and Will
When: Afternoon
Where: Their apartment
What: Conversation and playfulness

( Tomorrow, their lives could change completely, but for today, everything was still the same, and he wanted to pretend for the moment that it would stay that way. )

Who: James and Will
Where: Their apartment
When: Saturday Afternoon / Evening
What: They need to 'talk' instead of 'yell'
Rating: Swearing Rating

Amazingly, going into the heart of a vampire den full of creatures who wanted to kill him would not phase Will as much as his impending talk with James. He was used to receiving death threats but he would rather be slicing at demons than talking about his feelings. But then he realised that mentality was a shadow of his former self and he stopped it quick. Since going to the club he'd had the usual visions and dark thoughts within dreams... instead of putting that life to bed he'd reawakened it. He'd been doing so well.

Having given up on trying to tidy after Devon (it had been a gesture of being a responsible step-parent) Will sat on the sofa with a dinosaur doll in his hand because he didn't know where to put it. He surveyed the room with almost a lost look. This was his life now. And he had no idea how to settle into it.

Who: Will and James
Where: A Club in Boston
When: Evening of Monday
What: James asked to be taken to a place Will used to frequent. He gets his wish.
Rating: No idea.

The be all and end all of their conversation had been James wanted to get to know the man Will used to be. Despite making an effort to change everything about himself it appeared that Will still had the occasional lapse, now James wanted to understand it. Against the angel's better judgement he had agreed, and now he found himself leading his hot new husband to the backstreets of Boston. A little research had been needed but not much - when you knew how to find the scent of a place results came pretty quickly.

The club was situated downstairs in the heart of the basement. Walking along the red velvet carpet which almost smothered the floor, Will kept hold of James’ hand as he headed towards the decorated archway that lead to the staircase. People glanced as the two walked past. Most could sense the angelic qualities of Will, the others would be sniffing out the new blood that had just entered their territory. Will was used to such scoping, and everyone would be able to tell he was a veteran in the way his whole appearance screamed ‘Don’t give a fuck’.

( The part of him that had lay dormant for the last year was awakening quickly at the familiar setting he now found himself in. )

Who: James and Will
When: Evening
Where: Their Apartment
What: The angel comes home.
Rated: TBD

James looked like shit. He was pale and he looked as though he hadn't slept for days. Of course he hadn't actually slept aside from the few hours on Saturday night and a few hours early this morning. And on top of not sleeping, he was sick from running around wet on Saturday in the New England cold. He was only a quarter demon, after all. He was still completely capable of getting ill, but he felt like shit for more reasons than just a cold.

The last two days, James had spent a lot of time thinking about things. He thought about what happened on Saturday, how he reacted to things. He thought about the things that Will said and the subsequent conversation he'd had with amnesia-Fisher that night. There was a lot they needed to talk about, really talk about, and.. he wasn't looking forward to it, though he was looking forward to having Will back home.

Rocky had just left with Devon, who had packed an overnight bag just in case, and James was in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. The apartment was hot, the furnace turned up quite a bit higher than they normally kept it, yet he was still cold. He'd managed to get the bedroom cleaned up at least. Nothing was ruined, thankfully, just several things had gotten wet, and he'd had a lot of laundry and mopping to do because of it. He was nervous... terrified, in fact, of what would happen once Will got here.

Who: James, Lyle and Fisher
When: Very Late Night
Where: Lyle's Dorm
What: drunken debauchery

After James had left his apartment early that day, he had gone to a bar and started drinking. He had continued to drink at this bar up until the point where they would no longer serve him. At that time, he moved on to another bar. This continued until well into the night, and probably would have kept going, had a certain song not come on the radio and made him think of Fisher. It was at that point that, in a terribly drunken state, he decided he had to go see the other man, just to make sure that what he had been told was true. At this point, he was far too drunk to drive, so he'd had to walk back to the dormitories. It was by sheer, dumb luck that he hadn't gotten picked up for drunk in public along the way, or fallen in a ditch somewhere and passed out for the night, but by some miracle, he'd made it back onto campus.

As he found his way into the wing where he knew Lyle's room to be, he got the urge to sing. And so, with no regard for anyone who may be sleeping at this time on a Saturday night, he was singing the very song that he had heard in the bar earlier that night.

"I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly."

He tripped and nearly fell, catching himself on the wall and regaining his balance before he picked up where he left off.

"I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do."

He realized then that he had no idea where the fuck he was, so he stopped, looking around with a bit of a frown before he saw the door that he was looking for. He clomped across the hall and stopped outside the door, one hand rested against the wall next to it as the other moved up to practically pound on the door, humming to himself as he waited. He looked a mess compared to the norm. His designer jeans and white t-shirt were wrinkled from having gotten wet that morning and drying on their own over the course of the day, he wasn't wearing a coat, and his hair, which was usually so carefully styled, was a bit of a mess, like he'd been running hands worriedly through it all day long, and he had. The smell of liquor was strong upon his breath and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. But he was grinning.

Who: James and Will
When: Later Saturday morning
Where: Their apartment
What: A confrontation

James had arranged for Devon to spend the night with one of his friends. He was excited about it, the events of earlier that morning forgotten as James helped him pack and sent him on his way. He thanked the other boy's mother time and time again before she could make it out the door with him, leaving James alone in the apartment with a sleeping Will. That was when he began to pace, trying to decide what to do about this situation.

He had several options as to how to proceed. He could wait and see if Will decided to tell him about what had happened. He could flip out and destroy half the house while Will was sleeping as a potential wake-up call. He could wait for Will to wake up on his own and then confront him. But the longer he waited, the angrier he got, so it was clear what he had to do.

The light in the bedroom was flipped on suddenly as James crossed over to the bed to tug the covers roughly off of it, tossing them aside to leave Will exposed. The other man started to stir, of course, so in a forcibly even tone, James said simply, "Get up." He paused for a beat before he added in a much more threatening tone, "Now."

Who: James and Devon
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: Their apartment
What: Devon has a secret to tell.

It was early on Saturday morning, but James was awake, mostly because Devon had woken up early from a nightmare and had come to wake him up. So he had gotten up with him, made him a quick bite to eat, and now they were in the living room doing something quiet so as not to wake up Will; putting wedding photos into an album.

They had made it through all the photos of the ceremony, all the ones of James and Will together at the altar, of Devon looking handsome in his suit, of both men with tears in their eyes, and were on to the pictures of the reception when Devon suddenly grew very still and silent, a deep frown formed upon his face as he stared at a photograph. James couldn't help but to notice the sudden change in his demeanor, so he glanced at the picture, which seemed like nothing out of the ordinary, just a shot of some of the wedding guests, then turned his attention toward his son. "What is it?" Devon didn't respond. "Devon, what's wrong?"

( Jack says that I should tell you something, but I dunno if I should cuz you might be mad at me. )

Who: Will and James (McCafferty-Grey)
Where: Their apartment
When: Monday morning
What: Morning after the night before... hitched!
Rating: TBC

Monday morning came too soon. With the dim sunlight breaking through the curtains enough to filter into Will's eyes and wake the angel up. It was too early, whatever time it was, and as he rubbed sleep out of his mucky-linered eyes he stretched his long limbs out and over the warm person next to him before a dull sigh escaped his mouth.

Will stared at the ceiling a moment, blinking. There was a heavy fog around his head due to too much alcohol and celebration and sex... Nothing new there, so much. He went to run his left hand over his face to try and shake himself out of it when he caught a glint of gold. Confused, he tried to focus. Right there on the third finger of his left hand, was a ring but not just any old piece of shit - his wedding ring. The memory of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he smiled dopily despite the nerves that overtook him. He was married. Fucking shit he was married, with a kid, James' kid, and he'd made up vows! Pretty shitty ones, too cause he hadn't even said anything close to I love you...

In a whirlwind that left him slightly dizzy (though perhaps that was somewhat to do with the magnum of champagne he'd had to himself...) Will turned his head to see if his husband was awake. And he would poke him if he wasn't.

Who: James, Will and guests
When: Sunday Evening
What: A wedding reception!
Where: The Hillside where James and Will first kissed.

They were quite late and both looked utterly disheveled as Mr. and Mr. McCafferty -Grey made their way down to the reception area. They had done a nice job in spite of the wedding being so rushed. Faerie lights were out and about, dancing all over the place, lighting up the underside of the white canopy where the tables were set, glitter and ribbon decorating the tables in lieu of centerpieces. And there was a cake, of course, along with a catered dinner which the guests were already enjoyed.

James noticed almost immediately the angry look that Rocky gave him but he smiled in spite of it as he held his lover's - no, his husband's hand as they made their way over to their small table near the front where they could sit and eat and receive any guests that wanted to come over and speak to the both or either of them.

After dinner, there would be cake, which the two grooms would smear on one another, but only after Will started it of course, and after that there would be dancing. The newlywed couple would lead the first dance before the area opened up to everyone else and James and Will were expected to mingle. That is, if anyone could manage to separate the two of them.

Who: James and Will
When: Sunday Evening
What: Post-wedding coitus
Where: The Hillside where James and Will first kissed.
Rated: NSFW

( This was going to be quick for numerous reasons. )

Who: James and Will
When: Sunday Evening
What: A WEDDING!!!
Where: The Hillside where James and Will first kissed.

( I now present to you all Mister and Mister McCafferty-Grey. )

Who: James and Will plus an attorney
Where: The lawyer's office
When: Morning
What: James and Will go to discuss the case.

Lloyd had wanted to come with them, but James had decided not to tell him about this meeting. It wasn't that he didn't trust Lloyd, he just didn't want to deal with being around too many people right now. He had Will with him and that was all he needed. That was all he had needed all weekend long. Will had been there to make sure that James ate when he didn't feel like eating. He had sat with him in silence when he didn't feel like speaking. And when James would allow himself to cry, Will had been there ready to hold him. If this weekend had not been a testament to the two of them then nothing ever would be.

It was Labor Day. Typically the lawyer would not be in on such a day but as this was a favor to a friend, he had agreed to a meeting first thing that morning. He could join in on the holiday's festivities later on. He had just arrived, James and Will both already there waiting, and had let them both into the building, leading the way through the quiet halls to his office. He offered them both a seat across from him at his desk before he took his own and opened up the file that he'd already started to accumulate.

"Well," The lawyer began. "The good news is that I don't think this protective custody order will hold up at all. I should have Devon back in your care by... the end of the week." James had been holding his breath, exhaling a sigh of near relief before the lawyer continued. "But that's just a part of this, as you both know, and..." He wore a worried expression. "We're going to have to work on the rest of it." James could feel his heart sink.

Who: James, Devon, Will, and some uninvited guests
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: James' apartment
What: A few people show up with some very unwelcome news.

It was Friday afternoon. James had just picked Devon up from school and arrived back at his apartment where he was working on making dinner. Will was coming over to join them, as he so often did, and both James and Devon were in a good mood. James was in the kitchen doing a bit of prep work while Devon stood beside him, rambling on and on and on about school. He had told James all about all of his new friends once already and was apparently starting on educating him on them a second time around. His enthusiasm was contagious. It did James' heart good to hear his son so excited, so happy. He had been worried that school wouldn't go well for Devon because of his gift, and he was glad that that worry had been unwarranted.

He was just about to put the food in the oven when there was a knock on the door. Odd. Will never really knocked as much as letting himself in, but maybe the door was locked and he'd forgotten his key. "Can you get that? It's just Will." Devon ran off to oblige his father leaving James to finish up on the first steps of dinner. All there was to do now was wait for it to cook.

"Daddy!" Devon's voice calling out to him set James on edge, and he grabbed a towel to wipe his hands as Devon further set off alarm bells. "There's some strangers at the door."

Walking out into the small foyer, James could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the rather formal sight of the people before him. "Can I help you?" He was polite, but clearly on edge.

"Are you James McCafferty?" The man asked, the woman behind him watching Devon closely as he took a few steps back and hid behind his father's legs. He too seemed on edge from these people that stood before them.

"Yes." The answer was given with a certain degree of hesitation, and moments later he'd wished he had lied.

Things seemed to turn into some weird haze as the man before him began to explain himself. He was an attorney here on behalf of Devon's maternal grandparents, his mother's mother and father. They were petitioning for custody, accusing James of being an unfit parent given his present situation and his record. And the woman with him was from Child Protective Services, and she was here to take Devon into custody until a hearing could be arranged.

"No." The word was almost hollow, breathless. He felt like his heart was going to stop beating. A few months back, he had been willing to give his son up, had thought it would be for the best, but everything that had transpired since then had told him otherwise. And there was no fucking way he was letting these people take his child anywhere!

Who: James and Petie
When: Afternoon
Where: Common Room
What: Petie experiences a case of mistaken identity.

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Who: James and Will
When: Sunday Late Night
Where: James' Apartment in NY
What: James is waiting for Will to get home.
Rated: NC-17

Of course James had arrived in New York well before Will ever would. He had only been in Boston, after all. He could have driven to New York and still got there sooner, so he had quite a while to wait on the other man. Devon and Rocky hadn't been home when he got there. He called his sister only to find out that she had taken Devon to spend the night at a sitters, a friend of the family who had children around his age, so that she could go out with one of her friends that was in town only for a short time. She had offered him the number so he could call and pick Devon up, but he had declined. With the mood he was in tonight, he wouldn't have been much company for his son. And he was still not sure how he was going to tell Devon that Fisher was gone. He wouldn't be happy about it. His son adored him. This was going to be hard on everyone.

After a quick dinner that consisted mostly of wine and not so much of food, James had a long, hot shower. He was not dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants, a white t-shirt paired with them, a jacket on because it was slightly chilly tonight, as he sat on the balcony of his penthouse apartment, watching the sky fade to black, hearing the sound of the traffic below him, as he sipped more wine and waited for his lover to make it back home.

Who: Fisher and James
What: The Last Goodbye
Where: Logan International Airport
When: 5pm
Rating: S for Sad


( He should run. Now. Before it was too late. Except it was already too late and he knew it. )

Who: James and Will
When: Early Morning
Where: Hotel Suite - Hawaii
What: An argument

( I called Fisher last night... )

Who: James and Will with Devon and Rocky later
When: Monday Morning
Where: Hawaii
What: It's James' birthday!

Hawaii was amazing. James had decided one thing for sure during the course of this trip. When he finally settled away from TJS, he wanted to live somewhere tropical. He just loved the food and the heat and the sun and the sand and the sound of the ocean made the perfect backdrop for... anything. So far, this was the best trip he'd ever been on, though that was probably because there was no guilt, no fighting, unlike the last time around.

"I've been awake for an hour and already I've decided that this is the best birthday I've ever had." The words were spoke as James entered into the dining area of their suite to join Will at the table where breakfast would soon be had. He paused by where the other man was sat, however, to wrap his arms around him and press a few soft kisses against his neck. "Thank you so much for this."

Who: William and James (and probably Devon and Rocky at some point)
Where: James' apartment in NYC
When: Early morning
What: HOLIDAY!!!!!
Rating: Probs R for swearing

It had been so hard for Will to keep his excitement bottled down for this trip to Hawaii. Especially the night before when he'd feigned tiredness and had only managed to give James a blow job instead of a full on session. He required sleep because he was getting up at 6am, and not being a morning person he wanted to be at his best when he rose up to surprise James.

Not that he'd slept. He watched James a while, noting every last breath and mark on his face (not that there were any) and listening to his heartbeat. It was when the clock neared 6 that he slipped out of bed, fished at the back of his underwear drawer and got two of his lei to put around his head like a bandana and draped around his neck. All dressed up pretty, wearing only boxers and his Hawaiian flowers, Will scooted up across the bed, crawling over James' body then settling down on him, watching him expectantly with a huge grin on his face.