The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

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: Lloyd and Brad
What: Brad meets someone he didn't expect
Where: Flamingo's
When: Party time
Rating: TBD?
Note: Scene 2 of 2

With the prospect of a date tomorrow Lloyd had gone to Flamingo's with a very perky mood, something most of the 'girls' realised the moment they saw him. Tonight, he'd declared, he was going colourfully dominatrix, and chose to wear maroon everything. Spiked heels, PVC, dramatic make up. When he was done he did look a a little fabulous and he felt like he could grab any motherfucker in the room. Something about youth finding him attractive, even if it was because he was a good listener, made the demon proud but Feather was in a nasty, fierce mood this evening and Lloyd would sing accordingly.

After a few drinks he strolled on to the stage to give his welcoming act and introduction to the girls, which he did with a spicy flourish. A few nice men were in - in the very ironic sense of the word - and Feather had to threaten to chop their balls off and wear them as earrings to much applause before the first act came on. His number was later on. He needed another drink, and went straight to the bar.

Who: Lloyd and Brad
What: Brad needs professional advice
Where: Lloyd's office
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG
Note: Scene 1 of 2


It had been a hard week. Clearly, Rusty and Lula were getting along pretty well, and Brad wasn't thrilled about that. At all. In fact he was as green with envy as a person could get. Sure, there had been times before when he had had feelings for someone that didn't reciprocate them, even when he'd had feelings for a guy his sister was seeing. But this was different. For one, Lula was a total bitch and she didn't deserve someone like Rusty. And two, Rusty was his friend. Brad had known him first and it was just completely unfair that Lula cold swoop in with her magical vagina and steal Brad's friend away. Why did life always work that way? But Brad didn't want to move out of the house, and he didn't want to alientate Rusty and make things uncomfortable between them. And while counseling hadn't worked between himself and his sister, maybe it would work now.

So here he was, going to see one of the shrinks on campus. He didn't like talking to therapists, but he wasn't opposed to them, either. The one in New York had been nice enough. Knocking politely, Brad waited for an invitation to enter before he came in, peeking his head in. "Um, hi," he said nervously. "I um... I was hoping to talk to someone."

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.

Who: Lily and Lloyd
What: Lily needs to hide out and talk to an old friend
Where: The Flamingo
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG 13


Living with Finn was hard and easy at the same time. He was good at making Lily feel better, at making her smile, but it always felt so temporary. Her smiles were laced with sadness because when she looked at him, she remembered Rez. She remembered how they were close, how every story had two sides and both these men had lost their best friend because they were both hurt, and they were both wrong. She felt sad because she had lost her best friend too. It was hard to stay there, but she couldn't imagine not having Finn around right now. He kept her safe from herself.

But she didn't want to put everything on Finn. There was only so much he could take, and she knew that she was a lot to handle. Especially today, when he was shifting tonight for the very first time, and he was already on edge, and Lily's uncontrolled empathic abilities were depressing them both, and her succubus abilities made her want to throw Finn against a wall and violate him, which was very misleading to the poor guy. Even if he was just a friend, and only saw her that way, it had to be damaging to them right now. So she wanted to find someone else to talk to. Nox was always busy, and besides that he didn't seem to be around too much lately. But she needed someone. So, she went to an old friend who wouldn't recognize her, and wouldn't know her, and was probably going to dismiss her as soon as he could, but she had to try.

Of course, seeing him meant having to call a cab into the city, and then sneaking in the back door while a couple handsome women in makeup and wig caps were out having cigarettes. Lily remembered this place when it was packed with people, and Feather had been on stage and looking... well, like a drag queen, but completely happy. Navigating her way throught the backstage, Lily discovered the dressing room, filled with costumes and sequins and feathers and lace and leather and chiffon and every glorious combination of them one could hope to find. Crawling beneath a costume rack, Lily curled up and drew her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knees and waited. Or hid. She wasn't sure which.

Who: Riley and Lloyd
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Where: In Lloyd's office.
What: a first meeting and therapy session.

Riley made his way down the familiar hall towards the psychiatrist's offices but didn't turn into his own door, he continued on and stopped in front of Lloyd's. Talking to another doctor, telling them his story again was something that would be hard for Riley and then to work with them could create a hard situation for himself but he needed this. If Riley didn't do this he might fall apart again and he had one very good reason not to do that, his daughter...he would not let her down the way he let down other people in his life.

He took in a small breath and let it out quickly before knocking on the door, he had no idea what to expect but he hoped he would be as comfortable with Lloyd as he had been with Alex.

WHO: Lloyd and Garret
WHERE: Lloyd's campus apartment
WHEN: Thursday night
WHAT: Garret has requested Lloydinia's company

The apartment hadn't really been lived in for a while and was quite obviously neglected. With only half an hour to spare before Garret appeared Lloyd had rushed around trying to get the dust out of the cushions and off the kitchen tops. Dressed in his pale blue sweater, hippy-ish beads and baggy jeans Lloyd appeared very relaxed. It wasn't even a very panicked attempt at cleaning his place like usual - he knew that Garret was probably not fussed in the state of the place and for once, Lloyd wasn't either.

Watching him getting married had been hard, harder than he'd even imagined but he'd been strong enough not to weep. Much. Alex had been his rock there. Lloyd had expected Garret going off and not even knowing Lloyd existed for a while, definitely not contacting him two days later. So, it was at around 25 past 9 that Lloyd settled on the sofa already cracking into a bottle of whiskey, anticipating the man's arrival.

Who: James and Lloyd
When: Afternoon
Where: Lloyd's apartment
What: An unexpected visitor drops by

Devon and Will didn't want him around. Rocky was off checking on some of her other friends. Fisher was with Lyle and wanted to stay there for a few days so James was on his own, a fact he didn't do well with. He had been at the old apartment, packing things up. It was... upsetting and he needed a break. So he decided to track down one other person that had been on his mind when he'd heard that everyone was getting sick, Lloyd. It'd been forever since he'd seen him. He'd been a shit friend to Lloyd for a long time now and James knew that. But Lloyd should have expected it. James was selfish and selfish people didn't make for good friends or, well, much of anything else really.

Arriving at the apartment door, James checked his reflection in the glass of a nearby fire extinguisher case, a hand moving up to adjust a few perfect strands of hair. Once he was satisfied with the way he looked, he lifted a hand to knock, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited. He was tanned and a bit heavier now than before he'd left for Vegas. The lack of the stress that he felt in this place had done him a lot of good. He looked healthier. But at what cost? That was another question all together.

Who: Garret and Lloyd
What: Rescues!
When: Morning
Where: First Lloyd's apartment, then Mal's
Rating: PG

For two days, Garret had run between Mal's place and Lloyd's, checking on them, making sure they were warm enough and had food and were resting. But running between the two places, plus checking in with Adam and still doing his job, Garret was exhausted. He hadn't slept, he hadn't eaten, and he was pretty much running on coffee. Delicious coffee, but still coffee. And on Sunday morning, he finally decided that running around wasn't doing anyone any good. Mal wasn't going to be happy, Lloyd wasn't going to be happy, but since neither were in any position to fight back, Garret decided he was going to do what he needed to and they could just deal with it.

Letting himself into Lloyd's apartment (and sweating despite his short sleeves), Garret gathered up a few blankets and tossed them over his shoulder before going into the bedroom, looking over the sickly demon on the bed. "Hey, Dragon," he said softly, taking a seat on the bed beside him. "How're you feeling?" He looked horrible, but Garret didn't say so, instead just stroking over his hair, the demon's forehead cool and damp.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Evening
Where: Lloyd's Apartment
What: confrontations and ultimatums

( I can't do this anymore. )

Who: Lloyd and Garret
What: A visit
Where: Beverly Hospital
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: PG 13

The news had drifted through the school slower than you might expect, or at least it had reached Lloyd at the last minute. They had new security. He thought it a little late due to recent circumstances then happened to enquire why, and oh didn't he know? One of the guards had had a heart attack. Big guy, huge flirt, attractive. Garret Foss his name was. Lloyd's instant thought was 'no' followed by 'Not my Garret. It can't be him'. because he was so fit, healthy and wonderful. And then a slow, nasty dread washed through him followed by the onslought of fear and panic. Spell damage was much more harmful to humans and changing back to a teenager was near-on insanely stressful. Whilst the other person was still talking Lloyd had grabbed his jacket and not even bothering to say goodbye, sprinted to his car.
It was only on the way that he realised he had no fucking clue which hospital Garret was in, or the ward after that, or pretty much anything. He called the school, asked for information, then as soon as he found the right department at the right place he was striding through the corridors.
Nothing but drive had carried him so far, the instinct his brain had told him to follow which was 'find him, get to him, see him' but the instant he was at the ward he stopped. He hadn't even considered Mal and Rorie were probably there, taking care of him at this very instant and not wanting any visitors. In a moment of raw defiance Lloyd thought 'fuck'em' and enquired as to which room Garret was in. This would be hard. It would be worse than hard. Garret would be in bed with tubes and oh fuck he didn't know even if he was still alive but he took it as a good sign that there wasn't any space-age technology around here that made people's hearts beat for them or something. With a deep breath he walked along to the door of the private room the nurse had kindly shown him, and after one moment to still his nerves he opened the door, stepping inside to see the sight that awaited him.

( Why don't you just... go back home and kiss a patient or adopt a baby with your husband )

Who: Alex and teen! Lloyd
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Late Thursday evening
What: Alex is checking on his fiance. His really young fiance.
Rating: NSFW

So Lloyd's fiance that he didn't even know he had was coming over, and suffice to say he was freaking out just a little bit. The newly dyed blonde strands of hair were gelled, then ungelled, then ruffled to their sexiest best and shit he had no clothes! Four hours lasted far too long. Too much strange shit was happening. A spell, or something, and now some fiance who sounded reall sexy and talk of sex slavery.... to think that Lloyd had believed this to be a field trip test by his University Course now seemed laughable, for as he waited impatiently he finally realised there were pictures of him looking much older dotted around the room. This was trippy. This was more than trippy... but he'd wait for answers.

( Lloyd was not the only one who felt like four hours was far too long. )

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Evening
Where: Out in Boston
What: A date

Alex was nervous and excited and anxious when he finally made it to Danvers to pick up Lloyd. His heart was about to race out of his chest though he looked as calm and collected as he could as he knocked on the other man's door dressed in his very best suit. Everything was set. The reservations were made for dinner, dancing and a room to follow at Scullers Jazz Club and he was looking forward to a wonderful night. This week had been a crazy one, and he was most definitely looking forward to some quality time with Lloyd.

A smile immediately formed upon his lips when the other man opened the door. He inhaled a breath and then said in a soft exhale, "You look.... breathtaking." That was all he could manage before he simply had to kiss him, pulling him tight and close as his lips eagerly closed the distance, a soft growl vibrating against Lloyd's full lips as the hand at his back clutched at him needfully.

"God, I've missed you." It'd been less than a week but it felt like forever and a part of that had to do with their current state of flux coming to an end. He was so happy that it was done and over with, that the sell was in process and he had already procured employment back where he belonged, with the man that he loved. Now all they needed to do was find a house over Winter break and things would be... extraordinary.

Who: Lloyd & Garret
Where: Lloyd's aparment.
When: Tuesday afternoon / evening not sure
What: Garret has requested his company.

Garret wanted to come over, and Lloyd had an hour to tidy up his apartment. Looking around the demon was suddenly hit with a panic - how the hell had he allowed his place to become so untidy? To any other man it may look pristine and wonderfully clean, but to Lloyd he could see the flaws. There was a magazine askew on the table which he'd need to sort out. Crumbs were on the floor where he'd had a midnight snack of a pasty. Some diet he was on. The Ironing pile had spilled out from the basket onto the floor. It was one pair of jeans but still. And also there were three dirty cups still left over from yesterday.

He hadn't showered yet and felt disgusting. How the hell had he even gotten up this morning without having a shower? Because he'd felt terrible over Garret that was why. His peace offering had been done as soon as he'd finished with his last patient, noticing Garret's journal entry. And now he was running around like a blue arsed fly trying to get everything done.

He would be washed, dried, and tidy by the time Garret arrived but he'd still appear a little ruffled in a plain black t-shirt and baggy jeans.

Who: James and Lloyd
Where: random bar in Boston then...?
When: Late / early sunday morning
What: James is drunk and needs to get grabbed

It seemed that he would not be able to sleep tonight whatsoever. First Will had decided to ring and wake him up in a panic and then James had decided to ring a few hours later in a drunken stupor. With his night's sleep interrupted and being unable to go back to sleep, as well as being reluctant to disturb his dear Alex, Lloyd had put on some decent clothing before he got in his car and followed the random woman's directions to where James was currently drowning his sorrows.

After parking infront of Mike's bar twenty minutes later Lloyd dialed James' mobile just to make sure he hadn't wandered off to another bar or was in a gutter somewhere.

Who: Lloyd and Garret
Where: A 'pub' in town.
When: Tuesday night
What: Garret has asked for Lloyd's company and a drink. Lloyd is obliging.
Rating: R for drunken swearing probs.

It was only a little bit surprising that Garret had agreed to go out with Lloyd on this occasion. Though he’d imagined that the offer of hanging out with him as friends would pass without being taken Lloyd was pleased when Garret had requested his company. He could not imagine where Garret’s mindset was at the moment, which was odd. Mal having adopted a hound, a pup no less, may be a slight shock to him but he supposed that the drink would loosen his tongue and they’d get to the bottom of it somehow.

Waiting in the parking lot for Garret, not bothering to put on a jacket he strolled around with his hands in his pockets. For some reason Garret wanted to drive them, but Garret would be drinking. Lloyd would either be entrusted with Garret’s car for the ride home, they’d need a taxi or they’d end up in whatever motel was available. It was going to be interesting whatever happened.

Who: Lloyd & Mal
Where: Flamingo's
When: Saturday night
What: The two finally become acquainted, then Lloyd has a run in with his demon side
Rating: R for violence and swearing later.

After a week running around the world, Mal should have been ready to stay home, instead he found himself wandering around Boston for no real reason Saturday night. He parked the car in a lot and started walking. It wasn't long before he came across a club that was fairly recent, and apparently owned by one of his co-workers. He'd never been, but he was here now. Shrugging, Mal walked in, white button-down shirt over black jeans reflecting the light in the club as he walked around.

Moving to the bar, Mal ordered a drink and leaned against it, glancing around. Not a bad place all in all. An ear twitched as the next act was announced. Feather something or other. Turning to the stage, his normal stoic expression turn into a grin as he recognized the scent of the demon onstage.

( Ok this was dipping into uncomfortable territory )

Who: Garret and Lloyd
What: Cuddles and Consolations and Break-Ins
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Around midnight
Rating: PG

Seeing Rorie outside his door had been the last thing Garret had expected. There had been a second when, meeting the young man's eyes, Garret had almost stayed there, almost gone back into his apartment and talked things out. But he didn't. Instead he'd brushed by Rorie, heading upstairs to Lloyd's apartment. He didn't want to talk right now, or think about things, or listen to any kind of reason as to why Rorie had stabbed him quite so thoroughly in the heart. He wanted to be with someone who, despite them not having spoken in awhile, would understand him.

He didn't bother knocking, seeing if Lloyd was home. Instead Garret simply phased through the door and walked through the apartment, heading toward the bedroom. Bare chested, barefoot and a little cold, he climbed beneath the covers and curled up beside the dark, sleeping form, wrapping an arm around the demon's waist and nuzzling his head against Lloyd's shoulder. Immediately he felt safe, and wanted, and warm.

Who: Hope and Feather
When: Saturday Night
Where: Flamingos
What: This week calls for some camp.
Rated: Who knows?

After dropping Finn off on campus, Hope had stopped by the BGH to get ready to go to the club. She had ran into a problem though. She had no idea what to wear to a club like this one. To say that Hope felt a bit lost when it came to fashion was an understatement. She had no idea what she was doing when it came to that sort of thing. So she went with something simple, black jeans and a white tank top with her hair down in soft curls around her face. Maybe everyone would think she was a lesbian. It was a drag club, after all, so it wasn't as though she expected to take anyone home with her that night.

By the time Hope arrived, the place was already packed. She gave them her name at the door and was set up quite nicely. Apparently Lloyd had arranged for her a table near the stage with butler service. She felt a bit awkward about that, accepting his hospitality after the circumstances behind their acquaintance together, but it was nice of him nonetheless. And she settled in her table and ordered a drink, simply observing all the people in the place as she waited for "Feather" to make an appearance.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Friday Evening
Where: Alex's apartment
What: A conversation

This was not a conversation that he wanted to have, but he needed to. He had given this a lot of thought and while he had every reason in the world to turn his back on his family, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Two wrongs didn't make a right. That's what he had always told his patients. And now he had to recall that lesson for himself. His mother and grandmother couldn't make it on their own. They couldn't survive if he sold the family business, as he had planned to do. So now, it was up to him to head back home and get it back on its feet, and find someone to fill the void that his grandfather's death had left behind. This was the plan. And he had no idea how long it was going to take.

He had asked Lloyd to come over as soon as he was done for the day. He was sure the man thought it would be something fun, something happy, but he was in for a surprise. The least he could do was tell him in person that he was going to leave him, after saying he never would, for an indeterminable amount of time, in order to secure the future of two women who had never given a damn about his own. He didn't expect this to go well, not at all, and he could feel his body tense up the moment he heard the other man's footsteps heading toward his door.