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The couch was a wonderful invention, who ever conceived of taking a bed and turning it into one big comfy chair deserved the endless gratitude of men everywhere. For Will, his sense of gratitude at that moment was shared with the great brewer, Alexander Keith. He lay sprawled across the couch staring listlessly at the Leafs as they effortlessly outplayed the LA Kings. No surprise there. Brody occupied the large chair, legs sprawled over an arm, remote safely tucked into his pocket so Wil
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Alone in his silent study, Robert Avery stood staring out across the well-cared-for estates of the large house that was his home. The thick glass of the tall window was slick beneath his touch, yet he ignored the condensation as he watched the stabbing forks of lightning that rent open the sky. The flashes illuminated the gardens and, for a moment at least, banished the shadows that lurked there. Safe away from the hammering rain, he felt oddly attuned to the great force of nature that shook the
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The rain was hammering down; Marc looked at it as he came out of the shower toweling off his hair, feeling so much better for being clean. He'd had a great lunch, enjoyed the time he had spent with Will; it was exhilarating meeting someone who didn't judge, and didn't seem to care who he was. Even if he was a bit too prim and proper. Marc slipped on a pair of boxer shorts, hopping a little to get into them as he ducked into the small kitchenette, poking about in the cupboards for somethi
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He'd taken a combination of Dayquil, Neo-citron and enough Tylenol cold and flu tablets to make him rattle each and every time he took a step. He felt like death reheated, which was to say he felt like complete crap. The pharmacists at Union Station had looked at him strangely when he had stumbled up to the counter with his arm full of anti-cold medication. There may not have been a cure for the flu, but dammit, he was going to drug himself so powerfully that he wouldn't feel a thing.
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Will had given up, the bar was too quiet for him, and he was feeling old. It was a goth bar, a place he had never complete fit into, but his friends seemed to like hanging there. He often found himself resting on the end of the bar sipping something non-alcoholic and watching all the young and pretty goths flit to and fro about him. All the while he wondered what possessed them to get dressed up in black and make the trip every Tuesday night. He had stood, watching his roommate and best
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He fidgeted with the tie and no matter how many times it was tied and retied it still felt uncomfortable. How could someone who wore a tie every day to work suddenly be incapable of tying one? He adjusted it once again and started from scratch as Alicia slipped into the office behind him. "You're looking smart, boss," she said as she walked round to face him and took over tying the tie; in one fluid motion she had the accursed thing tied, tightened and straight. He glanced down at it and
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The snow drifted down around him; it was late for snowfall, but he ignored it shifting the heavy layers of clothing to ward out the cold. He trudged, there was no better word for it, and he placed one foot in front of the other without thought as to where his destination was to be. Why think about something he didn't care about. He went where he went, and never looked behind him. There were shadows there, things he wanted never to think about again, a collection of horrors that drowned a
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Bruce Weippert hung up the phone with a tense smile as he adjusted his tie, and just like that his acquisition of Rena Allison's stock was completed. It had been a simple negotiation, financial shuffling. He had used the company's accounts to co-sign his purchase. Gavin Jefferies, Avery-Woods' financial officer, was sitting nervously watching him. "I don't like this, Bruce," he said, licking his lips. Weippert sighed as he rested his hands on the arms of his chair, "It's too late
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In the mire of corporate politics, Will Carter is the only honest man left standing. Trying to work out a way to save his company for opportunists. While a runaway, struggles to come back to the closet thing he ever knew to a home. Meeting a bookish, overworked and over stressed man in a grey shirt, who needs to learn how to relax.
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There are some debts that no matter how hard you try you can never repay. The fact William Carter was there, sitting tapping a pencil against his desk staring down over the city of Toronto, was a testament to a debt he could never hope to repay. It bothered him, that no matter what he did, no matter how many times he said "thanks," it just never seemed to be enough. It was a personal thing, he knew that, and Robert Avery would have been happy with just that, but Will honestly felt there
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Chapter Twenty-One Andrew leaned around as they felt the plane begin its descent into Gatwick Airport, looking at Brody, who was sitting awake now, listening with interest to Will telling the story of the wedding. "Dude's my friend," he said, nodding to Will in explanation. "A brother's gotta do something." "Thanks," Andrew said, not quite certain what had been done. Will smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Ever play Mouse Trap?" It was the greatest show
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The drive to work the next day allowed him an opportunity to reflect as he wound his way directly towards his office. Andrew hadn't come home after the wedding and Will had collected the keys to his Jeep from the valet and had driven home alone at the end of the reception. After the madness of the last few days, returning to the normal routine did not appeal to him. But life went on, and so did he. Jeff and Lisa were probably in Niagara for their honeymoon, Lisa's father's wedding gift to t
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Chapter Twenty-Three The plane had landed, and the three friends had disembarked into the airport. And Will realized with a start that for the first time in nearly eight years he was home. They were still in the terminal, but it was England. He was home. He stood with his shoulders slumped staring out of a window at the rain-soaked world beyond. So many years of living abroad, so much time, so much of his life had just slipped by him that to actually be there again was surreal. "T
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Laurier House was filled with the wedding guests. It was beautifully decorated in white fabrics and roses; a string quartet performed a beautiful selection of pieces at one end and a large buffet on trestle tables stood at the other. Voices and music coming from beyond the open French doors told of the other guests, and the other entertainment that was taking place on the patio terraces that lay nestled in the gardens. Guests mingled with each other throughout the old house and Will adjusted his
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Andrew rested his forehead on his hand, "I'm sorry Will, nothing happened I swear to you." He gave Will a look filled with pain and hope, "you have to believe that." "I do." Will replied, his voice hoarse. "it just... at the time I didn't know what to think." "I'm sorry," Andrew pressed, "we were up all night talking. She knew I was gay, I told her... in fact we were talking about you most of the night. I just needed to talk to someone about what was going on." Will shrugged, "It'
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When Brody finally pulled up in Jared's Cherokee and laid on the horn, the friends were finally ready to go. Will had lent the keys of his Jeep to Andrew, and Jeff's parents were going to follow behind the Jeep in their rented minivan. A motorcade to the church, which wasn't that far away. There was just so much preparation behind such a simple event that Will was glad he didn't have to go through it again for awhile, unless Kerry got it into her head to drag Jared down the aisle. She was t
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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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