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It had been a set-up from the start. But exactly who, and how Will had become the targeted victim, eluded him. Wait, he knew exactly how. Brody was ultimately always the culprit. He knew Brody wasn't solely to blame this time; there was an inherent curiosity in all of his friends to see how he would react to the situation he found himself in. Not that he had been completely in a position to do anything to stop it. He was still struggling against fits of giggles as whatever Brody had administered
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The morning of the big day had arrived and Will hadn't slept. Jared had been stitched up after a four-hour wait at the Civic Hospital's emergency room. A low-priority patient, Jared only required a few stitches. But in a hospital which was ridiculously understaffed, overworked and underpaid, the doctors were too busy trying to keep up with the night's rush that seemed to keep pouring through their doors and Jared was continuously being relegated to the back of the queue. Will had sat with h
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Over the Atlantic "You had nothing to be jealous over." Andrew said softly. Will stopped in telling his story to stare at Andrew, "Didn't I?" he asked seriously, "you don't know what I went through the next day." Andrew was confused, what had he ever done to give Will the impression that a girl could ever compete with him? It had to be all in Will's head, surely? He reached out and touched Will's face, his thumb wiping the tears from his love's cheek. Searching that
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Will should have realized something was wrong when he had pulled up to the bench where he normally met Andrew, only to find he wasn't waiting for him. On any other day, Will would have written it off as just Andrew running late, but not that day, though. That day, Will knew all too well why Andrew was late. He waited, watching as the clock on his dashboard counted away the minutes, slowly creeping closer to an hour. And he watched as the world seemed set to pass him by, people coming to
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Chapter Eleven It was much later when the house finally fell silent. The invasion force had retreated to their encampments. The older Sternostis had taken the master bedroom, rightfully claiming the comfortable bed while relegating the homeowners to the cramped guest quarters. Jeff’s younger brothers had colonized the living room with sleeping bags and the glow of the X-box, and Maria had vanished into the den. Will Carter stood at the kitchen sink, staring at a spot of
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Jeff couldn't be mad at Will if someone paid him for it. Maybe he could if someone gave him a brand new car, but Will seriously doubted it. In the past, Jeff and Will had some serious run-ins. Mostly they were about how much their personalities clashed. When people lived together there was always friction. Will was the oldest, and Jeff was the youngest. Will was always busy, and Jeff was always bored. Will was always serious, and Jeff was always clowning around. He was always so controll
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Mid Atlantic flight "You got tickets to game six?" Andrew was incredulous. "I'm such an asshole." Will sighed, rubbing his forehead. He looked at Andrew, turning and staring at the concerned eyes, and down at the hand that was gripping his tightly. "It wasn't your fault, you didn't know." "I should have called, its just Maria was having a crisis and..." Andrew realized what he was saying sounded hollow. He felt hollow; he hadn't realized how upset Will would get over it.
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It was Monday morning, and like any other morning of the week Will wanted to shoot himself a dozen times before he brushed his teeth. There was a morning ritual that Will went through each day and it usually started with a bleary-eyed stumble down two flights of stairs to the coffee pot in the vain hope to beat Andrew to it so that he could prepare a real pot. More often than not Andrew was up first, his well-developed habit of being up at the crack of dawn had to come from being raised in the c
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June 8th 2003 Will had to escape; his peace and quiet on a suburban Ottawa Sunday morning had been shattered. Somehow, his responsibility as the best man had meant that his home was now Groom Central. Jeff and Lisa shared a small apartment down in centre town. Lisa had occupied that space with her own preparations, and it had fallen to Will to provide space for Jeff to do his. Will's living room had become a mess of piled magazines as Jeff planned the wedding of his dreams. Ordi
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Will watched the clock. A pastime that was enjoyed by employees the world over. The last half-hour of his day was usually spent like that. He booked his interviews for the next day and wrote up the last of his daily performance reviews. Evaluations were always a lot of paperwork, but Scott demanded everything be in writing. Will was tired; he had rushed about his office juggling his own work as well as the "busy" work that Scott had saddled him with. And as the day drew to a close, he found that
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June 9th 2000 It was utter chaos; within just minutes Will knew what it must have been like to be a part of the Blitzkrieg, to suddenly turn around and find himself a victim of an invasion by a malicious occupying force that was intent on taking over utterly. That was how it felt for Will at that moment. When Jeff had said family, Will had assumed just his parents. Instead he now had brothers, a sister, and a pair of grandparents as well. All stuffed into Brody's small townhouse. There
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Thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic, and Will stared into the cup of coffee, the emotions subsiding from him. That sense of being overwhelmed, forcing him to react rather than act, keeping him off balance was fading as he stared into the small coffee cup labeled with the cheap charter companies logo. Cheap coffee, cheap flight, it was typical of the company he had worked for. Typical of the man he had worked for, the hell he had endured, and for what? He hadn't set out for that, graduat
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Andrew's rolling gait kept pace with his best friend, his hands in his pockets and a long, thoughtful expression drifting across his face. Jared was talking about nothing as usual; sports, cars, girls and Andrew enjoyed the fact that his old friend and teammate could just get lost in a conversation. He grinned as he caught what Jared was hinting at. "I can't afford to buy another mustang right now," He said simply. "What between school and everything else I can't afford to keep a car."
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Will found himself out on the balcony with Rafik and Jeff while Peter and the girls discussed the bridal arrangements. Andrew and Jared had made a run to the beer store which left the three men who remained in an uncomfortable silence as they stared across the road at the retirement home that sat opposite Brody's house. Both Will and Rafik realized what was to come. The age-old ritual that men performed just before one of them got married. It was considered the ultimate sacrifice of a friend, to
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"Don't go!" Andrew repeated slipping his hands into his battered leather jacket and affixing those hurt eyes on Will's face. Will stood stock still, one hand holding onto his tickets, the other his carry on bag. He stood there for an eternity, torn between what he knew was right, and what he felt was very wrong. Andrew's puzzled expression eased slightly seeing the distress Will was in. What ever had driven him to this action... this utterly insane choice, he was suffering for
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Days Earlier: Will was hot. He wasn't hot in the kind of way that made screaming girls beat down his door and faint when he looked at them. No, unfortunately for him he was hot because the air-conditioning in Brody's house had decided that afternoon it would meet oblivion. Typically it would decide that Saturday was the perfect day to commit mechanical suicide, and despite the errant landlord's claims to the contrary, the device refused to be resurrected no matter how many times W
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June 13th Mental illness, anxiety, stress. It causes confident people to crack. The pressure that doesn't stop, building as it does till finally it bursts. Grown men that were reduced to hollow shells of who they once were. A breakdown strikes a person when they are weakest, crushing them mercilessly under the weight of things they fail to explain, of things that tear out a soul. Will Carter was broken. So much for life. Open defiance seemed his only recourse after being ba
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Marriage, love and relationships. Will boards a plane bound for England and a new career, while Andrew and Brody endeavour to find out why. Can Will explain how he ended up so lost?
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Jonathan Harding was hauling a bale of hay across the yard, his boots squelching through the mud created by a sudden downpour. He looked up at the black sedan pulling into his driveway, and he drew up short, catching the distinctive government plates on the front fender. A military car. He watched as the British officer climbed out of the car, reaching back inside for his peaked cap that he set over his steel-grey hair, completely ignoring the rain that was failing steadily and soaking t
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They won. It had taken Clovis putting a puck away in the eighth minute of the second overtime. Battered, bloodied, but undefeated. The Storm were gathered in Union Station after the game, ready to take the gold back home. It wasn't quite like winning the Stanley Cup, but for most of the members of the team, that was as close as they were ever going to get. They were champions, they had preserved the dynasty, and there was no doubt to any of them who had led them to that victory.
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"I feel like a dork," Peter complained, as he stood with his arms outstretched in the middle of the tuxedo store, Will and Lisa standing off to one side giving their opinions of the selection the clerk brought out. "But it's a classic," Will said, coming forward to push Peter's arms down and set the tuxedo properly and adjusting the black bow tie. "Wow..." he murmured, realizing how incredible Peter looked in the tuxedo, his white-blond hair hanging perfectly straight framing his sapphir
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Will walked out of his office, slipping a pair of sunglasses on, and loosening the tie he had bargained to wear. The weather of that mid-June day was below seasonal, and in a country that really had only two seasons there was little separating oppressive heat from frigid cold. So he savoured those few scant weeks where it felt like spring. He crossed to his Jeep, opening the door and stepping up and in, pausing a moment to look across at his office building; the night shift were going on du
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"So..." West's mother said from the doorway to his bedroom. West was sitting in front of his computer, as usual labouring to get some studying done for his final exam. He looked up at her quizzically, "So?" "So..." his mother said, taking a glance to ensure her husband was nowhere in earshot, and West knew she was taking advantage of his absence to pry, "tell me about Peter." "Nothing to tell," West said, sitting upright in his chair and tapping away on his keyboard, slig
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West barely slept that night, laying on his back staring up at the ceiling most of the night until the faint blue light just before the dawn poked through his blinds, and he gave up the futile attempt. Getting out of bed he pulled on a striped rugby shirt and a pair of worn jeans. Padding through to the kitchen he found his father already up and flipping through a newspaper. "You're up early," Jonathan Harding said, looking up from his paper. "Trouble sleeping?" West yawn
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The auditorium was quiet save for the two of them talking. Matt sat perched on the edge of the stage, his feet dangling over the edge watching while Blake paced to and fro. The thin artist was agitated and trying to find the right way to say what he was trying to say. "... I just don't feel a connection, you know?" Blake was saying, swallowing and taking another circuit of the floor. "Uh-huh," Matt grinned. "Like, you don't listen to me," Blake continued, glancing up at M
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