J. Ward - Lover Unbound

Shit . Columbia. The interview.

She'd call Ken Falcheck later this morning, apologize for what she hoped was the second time, and reschedule. They were hungry for her to come onboard, but not showing for an interview with the chairman of the department was insulting as hell. Even if you were sick.

Rearranging herself against her pillows, she couldn't get comfortable. Her neck was tight, and she reached up to massage it, only to frown. There was a sore spot on the right side in front, a real… What the hell? She had a pattern there, some raised bumps.

Whatever. Rashes were not unheard-of with the flu. Or maybe a spider had done her in.

She closed her eyes and told herself to rest. Resting was good. Resting would get rid of this bug faster. Resting would bring her back to normal, a reboot for her body.

Just as she drifted off, an image came to mind, an image of a man with a goatee and diamond eyes. His mouth was moving as he looked at her, framing the words… I love you .

Jane struggled to hold on to what she saw, but she was sliding fast into sleep's dark arms. She fought to stay with the image and lost the battle. The last thing she was aware of were tears flowing onto her pillow as the blackness stole her away.

Well, wasn't this awkward.

John sat on the bench-press in the weight room and watched as Zsadist did bicep curls across the way. The huge loads of iron made a subtle clinking sound as they went up and down, and that was it for noise. There had been no talking so far; it was just like one of their walks, only without the woods. The convo was coming, though. John could sense it.

Z put the weights down on the mats and wiped his face. His bare chest gleamed, his nipple rings rising and falling as he breathed.

His yellow eyes shifted over.

Here we go , John thought.

"So about your transition."

Okaaaay… so they were going to ease into the lesser thing. What about it ? he signed.

"How you feeling?"

Good. Wobbly. Different . He shrugged. You know when you, like, clip your nails, and your fingertips are weird for a day, all supersensitive? It's like that all over me .

Oh, what the hell was he going on about? Z had been through the change. He knew what it was doing afterward.

Zsadist dropped the towel and picked up the weights for his second set of reps. "You got any physical problems?"

Not that I know of.

Z's eyes locked on the mats as he alternated lifting his left forearm, then his right. Left. Right. Left. It seemed strange that such heavy weights could make that gentle sound.

"So, Layla reported in."

Oh … shit .

What did she say?

Please … not the shower …

"She said you two didn't have sex. Even though it appeared that you wanted to at one point."

As John's brain shut down, he mindlessly kept track of Z's reps. Right. Left. Right. Left. Who knows this ?

"Wrath and me. That's it. And it's no one else's biz. But I'm bringing it up in case there's something physical going on that you need to get checked out."

John stood up and paced around in his gangly way, nothing but sloppy arms and legs and a drunk's sense of balance.

"Why did you stop, John?"

He glanced over at the Brother, about to give some kind of blow-off, no-big-deal answer, when he realized to his horror that he wouldn't be able to do that.

Z's yellow eyes glowed with knowledge.

Holy fuck . Havers had spilled, hadn't he. That therapist session at the clinic when John'd talked about what had happened to him in that stairwell had gotten out.

You know , John signed with fury. You fucking know, don't you ?

"Yeah, I do."

That cocksucking therapist told me it was confidential -

"A copy of your medical records was sent over here when you started the program. It's standard procedure for all trainees in case something happens in the gym, or in the event the transition starts while you're on-site."

Who's read my file?

"Just me. And no one else will, not even Wrath. I locked it up, and I'm the only one who knows where it is."

John sagged. At least there was consolation in that. When did you read it ?

"About a week ago, when I figured your change was going to hit any day now."

What… what did it say?

"Pretty much everything."

Fuck.

"That's why you won't go to Havers, right?" Z put the weights down again. "You figure the guy's going to snatch and drag you into another therapy hour."

I don't like to talk about it.

"I don't blame you. And I'm not asking you to."

John cracked a little smile. You're not going to hit me with all kinds of talk-is-good-for-you shit ?

"Nah. I'm not a talker myself. Can't recommend it to others." Z put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. "Here's the deal, John. I want you to have absolute faith that that shit's going nowhere, okay? If someone wants to see your record, I'm going to make it so they don't, even if I have to burn the fucker to ash."

John swallowed through a sudden lump in his throat. With stiff hands, he signed, Thank you .

"Wrath wanted me to talk to you about the Layla thing because he was worried there might be something wrong with your post-transition plumbing. I'm going to tell him that you were nervous and that was the why of it, deal?"

John nodded.

"Have you jerked off yet?"

John blushed from eyebrow to ankle and considered passing out. As he measured the distance to the ground, which seemed like a hundred yards, he figured this was not a bad place to keel over. Plenty of mats to land on.

"Have you?"

He shook his head slowly.

"Do it once to make sure nothing is wrong." Z got up, toweled his torso off, and pulled on his shirt. "I'm going to assume you'll take care of it in the next twenty-four hours. I will not ask you what happens. If you say nothing, I'll take it that everything's cool. If it isn't, you come to me and we'll deal with it. We solid?"

Um, not really. What if he couldn't do it? I guess .

"Last thing. About the gun and the lessers ?"

Fuck , his head was already spinning, and now he had to deal with the shit about that nine? He lifted his hands to make excuses-

"I don't care that you were packing. In fact, I want you armed if you go to ZeroSum."

John stared at the Brother, stunned. That's against the rules .

"Do I look like the kind of guy who worries about that shit?"

John smiled a little. Not really .

"If you get in the crosshairs of one of those slayers again, you do him just like you did. From what I understand, that was some impressive shit you pulled, and I'm proud of you for taking up for your boys."

John flushed, his heart singing in his chest: Nothing on the face of the planet, except Tohrment's safe return, could have made him happier.

"By now I'm guessing you know what I hooked Blaylock up with? About your papers and ID and only going to ZeroSum?"

John nodded.

"I want you to keep hitting that club if you hang downtown, at least for the next month or so, until you're strong. And though I'm willing to stroke you on what went down last night, I don't want you out hunting for lessers . I hear that's going on, I'm going to ground your ass like a twelve-year-old. You have a lot of training ahead of you, and you've got no idea how to work that body of yours. You fuck around and get yourself killed, I'm going to be really pissed off. I want you to give me your word, John. Right now. No going after those bastards until I say you're ready. We down?"

John took a deep breath and tried to think of the most solid vow he could offer. Everything seemed flimsy so he just signed, I swear I will not hunt them .