The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Mal and Garret
What: Smut for the sake of smut
Where: Mal's apartment
When: Late afternoon
Rating: NSFW

( Knowing his luck, he'd intrude on something very personal and make his neighbors really unhappy with him. Even moreso than with the ruckus that was about to go down. )

Who: Declan and Garret
What: A forced conversation (and sexy times)
Where: First on the grounds, then inside
When: Late day
Rating: NSFW

It took about three minutes of looking at the computer and mulling it over before Garret decided to track Declan down outside and get some answers. Since when had he decided that he wanted to go home? Making a decision to move back to Ireland was huge, and Declan didn't make decisions like this on a whim. So what brought this about all of a sudden?

As Garret strode over the grounds, looking for the telltale pile of clothing that said Declan was shifted and getting his roots into the soil, he thought about if he had been neglecting his friend. It was likely- when Garret got caught up in himself, he tended to neglect things. People, mostly. Maybe Declan thought that he wouldn't really be missed when he left.

Finally, Garret spotted the tidy pile of clothing, and a few yards away he saw the very familiar dryad in his natural, arbor form. "So, I have to assume that Irish soil is somehow better than American soil, hmm?" he said, making his way over and settling himself at the base of Declan's trunk, resting his back against him. "That's got to be the reason you're abandoning me."

( I thought we told each other everything. I didn't see this coming, though. )

Who: Declan and Garret
What: A bed being invaded
Where: Declan's apartment
When: Midnight
Rating: PG

It was probably midnight, maybe later, when Garret climbed out of bed and padded his way out into the hallway, unable to sleep. He gave Pais enough water and food to last the night, though he neglected to put on a tee shirt before leaving the apartment. He didn't know how long he'd be gone, so he didn't bother bringing anything with him. He didn't even bother with shoes. Life was weighing heavily enough on his mind to keep him warm enough in the chilly night.

He phased through the familiar door, like he had thousands of times before, never knocking and rarely with prior notice. Not that he thought Declan would mind. Declan never minded, not even in the middle of the night, not even when Garret just talked to him and ran on a marathon of words, his lips never stopping as he worked through a problem. Not even, hopefully, as he climbed into bed beside the sleeping dryad (thankfully not a tree this evening) and forced his way into the other's arms, forehead resting on Declan's chest.

( You ever just... think too much? Just never stop thinking? )

Who: Lloyd and Garret
What: Garret drops in to say hi
Where: Lloyd's office
When: Daytime
Rating: NSFW or R, depending on if there's sex or violence.


Despite the entirely crappy way that the semester had begun, things were going smoothly in Garret's life. Things with Rorie had evened out, and they had a comfortable semi-relationship going on. Things with Mal had heated up, and they too had a working and comfortable (if not bruising) relationship. Plus there was still Wesley, though not sexually but as a comrade in arms, and there was Dragon. There would always be Dragon.

Because Lloyd was overdue for a visit, and because Garret needed to concede that yes, the demon had been right about pretty much everything he ever said to Garret in the entirety of their lives together, the sneaky pathfinder phased his way through the door to Lloyd's office and made himself comfortable. "Hey Dragon," he said with a grin, sauntering his way over to the desk and taking up residence on the corner. He had something very Garret-ish to say, something smooth and sweet with a hint of suggestiveness, but it died in his throat because there was something off about Lloyd. He had a look about him, a look that took a moment to place but when Garret finally did, it made his chest tighten. Lloyd had the look he always had when he was starting a relationship with someone, and it was a promising start. "I've forgotten completely what I was going to say," he said after a moment of just staring. "Sorry. Um. So hi."

Who: Mal and Garret
What: Fire sex
Where: Mal's apartment
When: Evening
Rating: XXX - NSFW


Never had a man been more eager than Garret Foss on his walk to Mal's apartment. If this went well, Garret had a feeling that Mal was going to be one very happy puppy this evening. And if it went badly, well... it was the thought that counted anyway. Still, Garret was nervous, but excited as he knocked on the door and then walked through it. He had knocked just to be polite- chances were, Mal had smelled him coming and the hound already knew he would just walk in if he felt like it.

There was no formal greeting as Garret came in. He simply walked over to the owner of the place, wrapped both arms around him and pressed a warm and suggestive kiss on those full, smirking lips. "Mmm," he purred fondly as he pulled away. "Hey."

( More. )

Who: Garret and Rorie
What: A Date
Where: Boston
When: Evening

( Lip gloss and mascara are a bit too much. . . )

Who: Garret and Luca
What: A first meeting
Where: Garret's office
When: Midmorning
Rating: PG

Luca had no real reason to go see Garret other than he needed to see this man in person, a human that his father cared for enough to marry...something he still couldn't wrap his brain around. But maybe meeting the infamous Garret would help him understand, because meeting Rorie had not.

The young hound made his way down the hall, carrying the other man's favourite coffee, to Garret's office, trying to think of a cover story that made any type of sense at all other than he just wanted to introduce himself...or hi you know my father....who I haven't told I'm here yet even though he probably already knows. Fuck Luca was terrible at this shit. He stopped in front of Garret's office door and then knocked waiting for him to say come in.

( The coffee was a surprise, as was his calm confidence as he sat down. )

Who: Rorie and Garret
What: The fever has claimed Rorie's brain
Where: Garret's office
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG

Rorie had been sick all week. Unlike what he had though originally, it kept getting worse and worse till he finally was seeing things. At least, he didn't know he was. Running a fever and sweating like he was in the desert, he had gotten up to get some water. His hands were twitching wildly here and there as well as the rest of his body when he was laying down. The bites and scratches look disgusting and very infected. He'd gone into a fit of rage at one point and smashed his table because he thought he saw Liam, his DEAD father, sitting at it. Just smirking as he watched his son deteriorate. He shouted at him and glared, but nothing worked. Then it became worse. Which was saying something. Liam was trying to kill him. Rorie had seent he knife, had seen it glinting in the dim light.

Going from furious to panicked, Rorie didn't know what to do. His fingers wouldn't work to call anyone and he couldn't focus with his powers. If he stayed in his apartment he'd be killed for sure. So, he did the best thing he thought he could. Barefoot and in his boxers and sleeping shirt, he struck out and walked quickly across campus to Garret's office. He was attracting stares and he was scared security would be called, so he hurried up. Getting into the floor Garret was on, he was about to just go to his door when the secretary stopped him.

( Okay, so Rorie had gone off the deep end. That much was confirmed. )

Who: Garret and Rorie
What: Taking care of sicky Rorie
Where: Rorie's apartment
When: Evening

( Word through the grapevine was that Rorie had been sent home from work on Tuesday morning and he hadn't been seen since. )

Who: Rorie and Garret
What: Meeting to talk
Where: A cafe
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13
Note: Aimscene


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Who: Garret and Rorie
What: Rorie wakes up in Garret's apartment
Where: Garret's apartment
When: Morning
Rating: NSFW

Rorie had gone out to the other lycans like everyone else did on the full. He shifted and after that it was a bit hazy. There wasn't much he did remember after the fur came out, but what he did remember was that he was not anywhere near a pile of dirty socks, let alone a possibly freezing room. Wait, room? Blinking as he slowly uncurled his form, Rorie looked around confused. It looked familiar, yet different. Sitting up, he looked around the room taking everything in before realizing he had a familiar smell about him too. Freezing, he looked towards the bed and spotted the still sleeping Garret. Swallowing hard, he couldn't do anything but just sit and stare as he tried not to breath too loud, scared it would wake Garret up.

( Oh, just you. )

Who: Garret and Rorie (as a lemur)
What: Finding a sleeping lemur
Where: Garret's office
When: 2am (so technically Sunday)
Rating: PG
Note: Lots of Garret rambling

The evening with Finn had been a lot less... boozy than normal. It had still been pleasant though, and Garret had enjoyed the night, even though he had needed to call it an early one. Taking a few classes on top of work meant that he had to cram in homework when he could, which meant that at two in the morning he was going to his office to get his textbook to do some last minute reading. He had two hundred pages to get through before Monday.

Phasing through the door, Garret switched on the light, sat down at his desk and opened the bottom drawer, and paused. His book was in there, yes, but on top of it was a curled up, sleeping ring tailed lemur. Rorie. He couldn't even fathom how the little lycan had managed to sneak his way into the building, or how he had gotten into the office, or into the drawer without opening it. And for that matter, why was he in Garret's desk? ten years ago, when Garret had still been on security, Rorie had ridden on his shoulders during rounds on the full. Maybe his little lemur mind had associated this place with Garret, and he wanted to reconnect to what was familiar. It made as much sense as anything.

( This was going to be a long, banana filled evening. )

Who: Garret and Mal
What: Confrontation about the email
Where: Mal's apartment
When: Evening
Rating: NSFW

After coming home from his day out with Lloyd, Garret had taken Pais out for a quick run, came home and cooked them both a steak, then kicked off his shoes and settled in for the night. He could have gone to The Flamingo, and see Lloyd in his pretty new dresses, but Garret needed to catch up on things he hadn't done yesterday because he'd been too distracted. As it turned out, his distraction and worry was for naught, because the evening with Rorie had actually been very pleasant. But that still left him with work to do, so grabbing his laptop and leaving room for Pais on the couch, Garret logged on to check his email. He was surprised to find one from Mal, someone he wasn't sure had ever emailed him (well not since the unpleasantness), and was surprised even more by the email's contents. For the longest time he stared at it, reading and rereading, trying to make sense of any of it. If Mal had been harboring these feelings, he did a damn good job of hiding it. Garret never saw this coming. A part of him thought to just return an email, but decided against it. If Mal had gathered up enough courage to write this, he deserved a face to face meeting.

Of course, Garret didn't know what he was going to say, or what he wanted to say, when he was finally standing in front of Mal's apartment door. He had sometimes thought about what might happen if Mal ever indicated that he still cared, but now that the prospect was staring him in the face... Garret's heart was hammering hard by the time Mal opened the door.

( If Mal were an ordinary person, he'd be shifting from one foot to the other rather impatiently, wondering game Garret was playing. )

Who: Garret and Rorie
What: Drinks and putting an interesting spin on Rorie's life
Where: Steakhouse in Danvers
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13

Nervous was an understatement. All of Friday, Rorie worked and couldn't stop thinking about the drink he was going to have with Garret. He got off at 3 that day because he was meeting Mandy half way to drop Eileen off for the weekend. Next weekend, Eileen was staying with either Wesley or Mandy again. It was all up in the air at the moment, so he had that as well. He needed a good run. Getting back from dropping Eileen off, he went to work out for an hour to try and work his nerves out. It helped and coming back to the apartment and taking a hot shower helped even more. He would have to keep his cool if he didn't want to freak Garret out. It had been so long though and he was wondering what this meant, but for the last 20 minutes before he had to go meet Garret, Rorie meditated. He'd do it every night with Eileen and it helped with her power control.

Taking deep breaths and letting them out, he calmed himself and centered himself before he went and got dressed. He'd dug around his closet before the shower and picked out his clothes, an old tee that used to be loose on him that now stretched across his now broader chest. It was his skeleton tee, the one that he'd worn with Garret numerous times, portraying the bones of the human anatomy. A pair of jeans that he thought fit nicely. Not too baggy and not too tight. Slipping on a pair of converse he used for just running out real quick, still full of holes slightly, he felt he was ready. He'd let his hair be as it swayed in a slight breeze like a bird's downy coat. His phone and wallet and keys were all in his pockets as he headed out to meet Garret, feeling a bit more sturdy.

( It was amazing how much thought Garret was putting into not putting thought into this outing. )

Who: Garret and Mal
What: Running into one another
Where: On campus
When: Morning
Rating: PG most likely
Status: In Progress

Pais was the biggest pain in the butt in the entire universe. Even though Friday was the day that Garret was supposed to be in his office all day, Pais had decided that he was lonely, and that he needed a walk just as Garret was trying to run out the door. It might've had something to do with eating Garret's entire bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, something else that made the boxer mix the biggest pain in the butt in the entire world.

Leash in hand, grumbling, Garret put on his jacket and his running shoes and headed out into the day, grumbling the entire time as Pais tugged on the leash and sniffed all around. "You've smelled and peed on everything on campus a hundred thousand times," Garret mumbled, annoyed. Today was not a good day to annoy him because thinking about tonight was making him all out of sorts. "Why are you pulling so hard, just find a spot and HEY!" Standing a moment, staring as Pais tore off across the lawn with his leash dragging behind, Garret growled and then took off running behind him. Stupid mutt.

( And what were you expecting? Something different? )

Who: Hope and Garret
What: A reunion
Where: Garret's office
When: Afternoonish
Rating: NSFW
Status: In Progress

When Hope had gotten a reply to her journal post from none other than Mr. Garret Foss, she hadn't even bothered to reply to it. She had smiled broadly, grabbed her things, and had headed out to do precisely as he had requested. There were many people from TJS that she was looking forward to seeing again, and he was certainly one of them. Better yet, he was one of the few that she wasn't incredibly anxious about seeing again. Things with Garret had always been simple, easy, light. And that feeling hadn't faded over the time she'd been away, apparently, because she felt just that as she made her way to his office. Knocking on his office door, she smoothed her hands down her dress and waited, a bright smile upon her lips and an almost impish gleam in her eyes. She'd surprised him, clearly. And she knew she was going to hear about it while, if her predictions were not wrong, being ravished with his affections. And she was certainly okay with that idea.

( Seeing the girl on the other side made him squeal with delight like a little girl. )

Who: Garret and Rorie
What: An awkward reunion
Where: Garret's office
When: Ten-thirty
Rating: PG

Rorie had finished his paper work, taken a pee test and now had to finalize it all. It had taken a rather long time, but the school had to keep it like that so not just anyone could get a job there. Dressed in his uniform, as it was his first day, he was shown where to go. All it was was just some papers to finish signing and disclosure waivers if something happened, blah blah blah. Going into the office he was told to, Rorie froze for a second when he got a whiff of the place. "Shit," he sighed before sitting down and waiting for the office owner to come back with all the papers that would be agonizingly long.

( Okay, so that makes you.... )

Who: Garret
What: Questionable Actions
When: 2am
Where: Downtown Danvers
Rating: PG

It was the middle of the night, everyone in his house (and the one next door) were asleep. But Garret wasn't tired, because Garret's brain had decided it would never sleep again. Every time his eyes closed he would see that basement, and the people in it, that vampire biting his husband and neither of them being able to do a thing about it. Those fangs in his own skin, the lightheadedness and darkness clouding his vision, thinking that this would be the death of him, this last drain, but then it never was. And those eyes. He would never get those eyes out of his head.

So instead, he ran. Sneakers were pounding the pavement in the cool darkness, and all the lights in downtown Danvers were out except for the 24 convenience store, and a suspicious neon sign Garret didn't recognize.

( So, naturally, he went to investigate it. )

Who: Max and Rorie, then Mal and Garret (and a brief appearance by Sim)
What: The Rescue!
Where: Evil vampire's house
When: Midday
Rating: PG 13 for violence

Rorie had come home tired and went straight to bed. He’d slept all of Monday, not even noticing if Garret was around or not. There hadn’t been any noises, anyone tapping on him to check on him or just creeking on the door way as if they were leaning in to look at him. Nothing. Not that he really noticed anything right off the bat. Rorie was passed out and hadn’t moved except once to get up and go pee. Come Tuesday morning when he wasn’t as tired or sore, he shuffled around the house, foraging in the great fridge for something to eat when he finally noticed it was quiet. The kind of quiet that tells you no one’s in the house with you. Even Pete was silent in his corner of the room.

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Who: Lloyd and Garret
What: Making Lloyd feel better
Where: First Lloyd's apartment, then out into the night
When: Evening, around 9pm
Rating: PG 13


The time was nigh for kidnapping. Had Garret gone to the Dark Side, and decided to become a villain, he would have been very excellent at it. Thankfully his kidnapping was only used for good. After Lloyd had signed off, Garret had sat at his desk and thought about things for a while. On the one hand, he didn't want to be a problem for Lloyd and Alex, and spending time with his Dragon would only make things shakier. He had a knack for wedging himself between people and causing trouble. He didn't want to for Lloyd. He wanted Lloyd to be happy.

But on the other hand, this was his Dragon. His Dragon. No matter how long Lloyd let Alex be married to him, he would always, always belong to Garret in some way. And if Lloyd was miserable, Garret couldn't let him stay that way. So after deciding that he needed to make him feel better, if only for a night, Garret got dressed nicely and drove over to Lloyd's campus apartment, pausing at the door for just a moment. He thought about knocking but ultimately decided against it. Kidnappings were unsuccessful if you saw them coming. So he phased through the door, smoothing down his hair and preparing his best 'I'm charming and cute and therefore you can't hate me for breaking and entering' smile.