Same Love - 5. The Promise

The glass-topped coffee table held a mound of white powder and a razor blade to cut lines. Over on the antique sideboard were over fifty bottles of liquor, of different types and brands. Another table to the right offered clear plastic cups, paper plates, and an obligatory bowl each, of potato chips and popcorn. On the floor were two huge coolers filled with ice; one held beer and the other mixers. A sweet, cloying, smoky cloud hung over the living room.

Music thumped from the four speakers, and guests yelled at each other to be heard over the lead singer of We the People.

"There's a guy at the door looking for you." A guest leaned on the sofa, and tapped the party's host on the shoulder.

The host turned and peered into the face of the guest who he didn’t recognize. "Is there? Thanks." He pulled himself to his feet, lurching slightly as he stepped over the laps and feet of guests who sat beside him on the sofa. "Excuse please. Oh, sorry, Martha!"

He walked down the hall, his left hand held out to steady his progress. He was relishing the quiet as he moved farther from the overcrowded living room.

"Why do I have these parties if I like quiet?" he wondered, and not for the first time. He had noticed people only seemed to be around when the weed, coke and booze were plentiful.

There was movement in the vestibule; someone really was at the door.

"Hi, I'm F—"

"Hello, Finn." The man turned towards the host. He wasn't smiling. "Long time, no see."

Finn was confused. "Um, do we know each other? If we do, I'm sorry, I don't recall."

Wracking his brain, Finn stared at the slim man in a baseball cap. The face was rather flat, but oddly attractive. "I have no idea who this guy is," he thought, but yet, there was something.

The new guy was talking, "… so I think you should ask everyone to go home, Finn."

"What? Look, you're welcome to stay and party but this thing just got rolling. And well I have my eye on a pretty boy who is mine for the rest of the night."

The new arrival glared at Finn, who blinked and backed up. "You made a promise. Now I am here to collect on that obligation. Tell your guests there is an issue."

The stranger stepped forward, forcing Finn against the door. He moved forward until Finn could feel the man's sharp hip bones pressed against his own. The newcomer smelled mildly of freshly caught fish; the breath on Finn's neck was cool as the man whispered, "Now, tell them to go home."

Finn nodded. Part of him, deep down, knew the newcomer was not a stranger. There was something, an old memory. There was an obligation to fulfill—a promise to be kept.

"Yes, of course. I'll tell them now." Finn indicated the door to his tiny den, which doubled as his office. "Please go in and have a seat. I'll get everyone to leave so we can talk."

His uninvited guest opened the door and went it, but not before giving Finn a last, pointed glance.

Finn watched the door close. "Shit!"

He was sober now and wished he wasn't. Finn walked back to the loud living room and turned off the music. This action resulted in a lot of swearing and complaint.

"I'm sorry. Something important—personal—has come up. I need to attend to it. I'm really sorry but I have to ask you all please, to go home."

There was a lot of grumbling and some anger as people's evenings were spoiled. Other guests offered thanks and asked:" Anything we can do?"

"Thank you, but no. I'll sort it all out and we'll do this again very soon."

Trevor, the boy Finn had planned on spending some hot and heavy time with hung back, as Finn herded out his high and drunk guests. Once the door closed he approached Finn.

"Hey … I can, like wait." Trevor pushed a finger through a belt loop near Finn's left hip. His ruby lips were moist and he pressed himself against Finn suggestively. "I don't want to leave you, Finn."

Finn snaked his arms around the boy and pulled him even closer. His whispered reply was husky. "I don't want you to go, baby. Dammit, but I have to take care of this. I don't know how long I'll be … so … it's best you go."

Trevor clung to Finn and moved his head closer, begging silently for a kiss. Finn answered and gave the boy his mouth. They kissed passionately, for several minutes.

"He needs to go, Finn. Now!" The stranger stood in the living room doorway.

Finn tore his lips away. "God damn it. I am coming!"

Trevor, who had been silent, watched as the strange looking man turned and walked back to the den.

Finn sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, Trev. You better go. Here …" He rummaged in his front right pocket and pulled out some cash. "Call an Uber or a cab okay? I'm sorry about this. Sorry I can't drive you home."

Trevor accepted the cash. "S'okay, Finny. Look, will you be okay? I don't like that guy."

"I'll be fine. I know him. Now scram and we'll get together soon, okay?" Finn walked the boy to the front door. He kissed the soft lips once more before pulling the door open and gently pushing Trevor through it.

"Yeah, see you," the younger man said.

Finn smiled once more. "You better believe it. Night."

"Night."

After watching Trevor walk out the front gate, Finn closed and locked the front entrance. He pulled his shoulders back, walked to the den and pushed open the door.

His guest was seated on the brown leather sofa, looking at a copy of Psychology Today. He replaced the magazine on the coffee table when Finn entered the room. The paper stuck slightly to the man's long fingers.

Finn closed the door and stood gazing at his guest. "Look, a promise, I remember a promise. I was eight years old. I remember it, but I do not remember you."

"You have aged. Well so have I, Finn." The man sat back. "And I appeared less human as a youngster."

Finn nodded. "Yeah, I remember …"

 

* * *

 

 

Summer vacation was almost over and Finn Green's father was due back from the wars any day. Finn was eight and knew what a soldier was and that a war meant fighting, but he didn't understand about the war his father was involved in.

He'd asked his teachers if there was a war, but they had told him no. So, he then asked his mother one morning as they sat outside on the grand patio, paved with dark gray slabs of stone. Breakfasting, his mother called it.

"Sweetheart, when I say the war, I don’t mean war as in countries fighting. People can fight their own wars. Inside their own heads."

"Can they, Mother? Do they do it on purpose? Why would you do that? "Finn scraped the remainder of his corn flakes out of the bowl and dropped the spoon. It clanked in a very satisfactory manner. "Does it mean Daddy doesn’t have a gun? Will he want to play baseball with me?"

"I'm sure he will want to, Finn. But he will need some time to get used to us again, darling. After all, he's been away for two years." Cynthia Green sipped her Earl Grey tea, and replaced the white cup in the delicate saucer. "Now, I have to go into town this morning for a meeting of the Church Auxiliary. I need you to stay here and be good for Miss Hanson. Is that clear, Finn?"

Finn picked up a fresh homemade doughnut and nibbled the sweet crispy outer crust. "Yes, Mother. I will obey Miss Hanson. When is Daddy coming home, Mommy?"

"In a few days. Mrs. Charleston is getting a room ready for him." Mrs. Green rose and bent to kiss Finn. "Be good!"

The boy kissed her proffered cheek with sugary lips. "I will, Mommy."

"Very good." She smiled, and didn't wipe away the crumbs from her cheek until she'd taken at least two steps.

Finn watched his mother leave, and then he got up and carried the remainder of his doughnut to the goldfish pond. It was a round cement pond surrounded by a little wall. After brushing off the area where he intended to sit, Finn broke of tiny pieces of the sweet dough and watched the bright carp rise to eat the crumbs he offered.

Once the fish were fed, he dangled his fingers in the water and giggled as the fish came up to vacuum them. He looked up at the bright blue sky.

"What should I do today?" Finn wiped his wet fingers across his thigh to dry them. He decided to head up to his bedroom. He ran indoors, narrowly avoiding Mrs. Charleston as she walked down the curving staircase.

"Land's boy! Slow down!"

Finn did has he was told, for a moment. "Yes, ma'am." He climbed the remaining stairs slowly. At the top he wandered to the end of the hall where his parents' bedroom was; but his daddy would be staying in the small room next to it when he came back.

Mrs. Charleston and his mommy had moved Daddy's things in there. Finn looked at the cozy room and wandered over to look at the jewelry case. He liked to look at his daddy's cufflinks and rings. He slipped on the graduation ring his father had earned by finishing university.

Finn liked the oval blue centre stone. He stood staring at it when he heard his nanny, Miss Hanson, calling.

"Finn! Finn! Where are you?"

Not yet ready to part with the ring, Finn slipped it into his pocket. "I'll put it back in a few minutes."

Mandy Hanson stood in the doorway. "Finn! Why are you in here? Get outside and play, you'll just be in the way here."

Finn frowned. They always said stuff like that; it made him feel like a baby. "I can help."

"No. Now Mrs. Charleston and I need to finish this room before your daddy arrives home. Go out and play by the swings and be careful!"

"Yes, ma'am." Finn walked for a moment and then ran down the hall.

"Do not run!"

He was halfway down the stairs when he replied, "Yes, ma'am!"

"I'll go out the back to the well," he decided silently. Telling the housekeeper and nanny this was not a good idea. They would have stopped him from going saying it was dangerous or some other girly thing.

The well was no longer used and sat in a copse of large oak trees. To Finn it was a secret and magical place. The canopy was large and thick, and grass no longer grew here. It was quiet but for the leaves moving in the breeze. Shady and cool, Finn liked how slips of sunlight made it through the thick mass of leaves and branches.

The well itself was capped with a large a wire grate.

"Too bad I'm not more skinny. Then I could fit down there."

So far, in his animated and expressive imagination, the well had been a cave, a home for a lost dragon, and this morning, a place where riches beyond measure lay hidden.

The little boy pulled the University Ring from his pocket. "Ah ha! So this came from the secret treasure cave? Excellent! We must go there and find out what more is hidden. Jackson, bring the car around!"

As he played Finn leaned over the well, his smooth-soled leather shoes slipped, the ring bobbled in his fingers; he reached for it and missed. His daddy's special and most favourite ring fell into the water below. The subsequent plop was not at all satisfying today. "Oh … no."

Finn sat on the ground next to the well and cried hot tears. "I am going to be in so much trouble. I wish I didn't take that stupid ring! I wonder if a frog on a string could help me?"

He sat there and wiped his eyes. It was midday and warm, and after his tears, Finn Green fell asleep with his forehead on his knees.

Something poked his arm once, and then again, and several more times before he awoke. "What?"

"I heard you crying."

Finn looked at the … little boy? "Who are you?"

"I can help you. I can go down and get your treasure."

The boy was odd looking. A bit pasty and his features were flattened, making his face seem rounder and smooth. Big, globe-shaped golden eyes looked back at him, and Finn noticed the boy, if that's what he was, smelled a bit like freshly caught fish. He wore only a tunic, not proper clothes.

"I don't have a string to pull you out, and how can you fit through the wire?"

"I can climb. See." The boy held out hands with long slim fingers. "I can climb up. I'll go get it for you."

No sooner had he said it than the boy pulled off his tunic, slipped through the wire and climbed down the well. Finn, now on his feet, leaned over to watch.

Once at the bottom, his new friend slipped into the water and disappeared for several long minutes.

When he popped up again, Finn realized he'd been holding his breath. "Did you find it?"

"Yes, I'm coming back up." He easily climbed the inner bricks of the well.

Finn helped the boy back through the wire. The tiny fellow was dripping wet, as he handed the ring over.

"Oh, thank you so much. I need to give you a present. Thank you."

The small boy pulled his tunic back on. "You can't tell anyone about me, because my parents will be angry."

"Okay, but what can I do to say thank you properly?"

The little thing smiled. "Just a promise."

"Promise? Promise for what?"

"Just a promise, if I need help one day, you'll help me, like I did you."

Finn nodded and answered simply, "Yes, of course, I promise."

 

* * *

 

 

The creature on the sofa smiled. "Do you remember fully now?"

"Yes, I do. Right, well whatever, so what do you want? I know to keep a promise, but how; what do you want?"

"It is a long story. I have travelled a long way. May I have food and drink?"

"Jesus, fine. Let's go to the kitchen."

Finn served his guest some fresh fruit as he refused anything cooked and didn't want canned fish.

"So what do you want from me? Oh, look, do you have a name? You know mine, but I am at a loss here." Finn asked as he watched the creature drink some Perrier and eat all the fresh fruit he had.

"Oh, this water is bubbly!" The creature-man grinned. "Name? Nothing you humans can pronounce easily. It is D'Saimquatimaquatee.

Finn stared for a moment, and then smiled. "May I call you Sam for short?"

His mouth full of dripping peaches, the newly named Sam nodded. He swallowed and said, "Do you have worms?"

"Worms? Do you really eat worms?"

"Yes, they are very tasty."

Finn shook his head. "Sorry, no worms right now. I can likely buy some for you, later. If you want them."

"I'd appreciate it."

"Look, it's getting late. Are you going to tell me what it is you want, or should we sleep and talk tomorrow?"

Sam eyed Finn closely. "Your mother is selling the house and land. You must know what it means, Finn. To us … all of us."

"Why would it mean anything to you?" Finn sat on a kitchen stool next to Sam.

"You cannot let her. You promised to help me and we have done our part, like always."

Finn looked in earnest at his guest. "Part? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Come on, your father didn't tell you? You're saying you don't know?"

Frustrated, Finn slapped the breakfast-bar top. "Know what? I have no clue what you are talking about! Maybe you should just tell me. And as to my father, he killed himself after being home from the wars … the mental institution, more like it! The bastard killed himself when I was nine. So he told me dick!"

"I see, it makes sense now."

"Does it? Well it doesn’t to me, Sam. Who are you? What are you, because you're not human, right?"

Sam's face softened. "No, I'm not human. My people never left sub-terra. We are closer to amphibians than apes."

"Christ. I need a bloody drink."

"Do you want to rest, Finn? We can talk in the morning."

"Not yet. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway." Finn slipped off his stool and walked to the fridge. "You want something? Do you drink?"

"No, well not alcohol. Water, the bubbly one if you have some. Thanks."

Finn chuckled. "Perrier is what that bubbly water is called. Very French!"

A bottle of beer and Perrier in his hand he shoved the fridge door closed with his hip. He placed the water in front of Sam.

Sam opened the bottle, sipped, grinned and said, "Thanks."

"Sure. You're welcome." After sitting once more, Finn spoke in a whisper. "So, tell me then. What is going on?"

"I'll tell you." Sam got down from his stool. "Let's sit somewhere more comfortable. It's not a short story."

"Fine, we can go to the living room." Finn led the way out of the kitchen, with Sam close behind.

They settled on the sofa together. Finn wished for a moment he was sitting with Trevor. With a sigh he sipped his beer and stared at Sam. "So?"

Sam blinked his large, golden eyes. "So how many generations of Greens have lived at Sanctuary?"

"Christ I don't know. At least five, I think."

Sam nodded. "How did they survive? What did they do for work? What did your father do?"

Finn opened his mouth and closed it again.

"Did you ever consider the name?"

"Sanctuary? No, I mean I grew up there, it's a beautiful place. Safe … it's sa—”

"Yes, it's safe."

"Geezus … you?" Finn swallowed a mouthful of beer.

Sam was nodding. "Yes, do you want to know the whole story?"

"Yes. Yes, please."

"Good, because I just love to tell this story."

 

* * *

 

Finn and Sam sat on the private jet for the empty-leg journey with several other passengers. Collectively they took advantage of sharing the plane at lower costs. It was a good deal all around, as Eagle Air made some money on a plane that would otherwise be flying empty to its home base in Vancouver.

Sam sat quietly in the window seat looking a shade greener than usual.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked.

After sipping his bottle of sparkling water, Sam replied, "Mostly, but we are not birds! Only birds should fly!" He grimaced at the water. "This is not P… Pierier!"

"It's not? Let me see what I can do." Finn laughed. "Man has been flying for years now. It's safe."

"Yeah, well, maybe man flies, but I'm a salamander, remember? No wings!"

Finn looked around. "Can you keep it down about your amphibious self? We don't need others to know."

"Yes, you're right." Sam grinned broadly.

Sam looked out the window. "Switch places with me? It makes me queasy looking out there."

"Sure, no problem." Finn stood to let Sam pass.

While he was up he decided to use the toilet. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Finn."

Finn walked back toward the tail of the plane. He had to go by the small galley.

"Oh, excuse me."

The blonde steward looked up from his work; he smiled. "Yes, Sir?"

Finn's heart bounced in his chest. The handsome Eagle Air employee was perfect! Finn hadn't seen him before. He used the private hire service a couple of times a year, but maybe this steward was new.

"Um … I um. Sorry!" Finn grinned. "I didn't expect—"

Smiling, Christian Waldner eyed up the grinning passenger. He'd had men fall over themselves around him before. This one seemed a bit different however. "A man?"

"No, well, I mean I'd seen you earlier. But well, you're very good looking."

Christian smiled. "Thank you, that's nice of you to say. Was there something I can get for you, sir?"

"Do you have Perrier?" Finn blurted out.

"Yes, I think so."

"That's great. My friend prefers it."

"I'll be happy to bring it forward to you."

"Thanks, I can stop on my way back." Finn hadn't stopped smiling. "I am just on my way to the … um …."

"Facilities?"

"Yes, thanks. Yes." Finn started on his way. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here, sir."

Finn moved away, sure that his face was the colour of the red seats. Inside the small toilet, he took care of his needs and then washed his hands carefully. After, he bent slightly over the tiny sink to scrub his face with cold water. He pressed the paper towel dispenser and dabbed his face dry, followed by his hands.

He thought about the handsome steward. "Just be bloody brave. Ask him out for a drink. What can it hurt? All he can do is say no."

Finn struggled out of the cramped toilet and closed the door. He stopped in the galley. "I'm back."

Christian smiled. "Yes, sir. Here is your Perrier."

Finn took the proffered bottle. "Listen. I don't normally do this. And well, shit, you only live once … but would you … I mean … I wonder if you'd let me buy you a drink?"

Christian watched the passenger stumble over rarely walked territory, in amused silence.

"I don't mean here … I could buy you a drink … here, but I mean on the ground really." Finn finally stopped for breath. "No, right? I mean you are likely married. Shit …. Oh, my god. Look, I'm sorry no offense. Thanks for the water."

Christian held up his hand and smiled sweetly. "Please … sir. It's fine. We are not supposed to date passengers, but if we ran into each other say at 6:00pm. Here …" Christian pulled a card from his pocket. "Then it's not really a date, right?"

Staring blankly, Finn took the card. He blinked as what Christian was saying dawned on him. The card read: The H2 Rotisserie & Bar at the Westin Bayshore, Vancouver. "Yes, no … yes, okay. Thanks … a lot. I'll … well okay, 6:00pm."

After a final smile, Finn took the water and returned to his seat. "Sam, look what I found you."

Sam took the bottle and twisted the cap off. "Oh, thank you very much!" He sipped, releasing a sort of wet purr of pleasure. "Perfect!"

Finn pulled out his laptop and set it on the fold-down table.

Sam watched. "What are you doing Finn?"

"Well, this is a laptop and I'm going to—"

"I know what that is. We do have them, you know!"

"Sorry." Finn offered Sam a sheepish grin. "I'm just checking on our hotel reservations, sending my mother an e-mail to remind her I am on my way, and I have a question for you."

Sam looked up from his National Geographic Magazine. "Okay."

"Well, will you be okay tonight for a few hours on your own in the hotel? I promised to meet someone."

"Oh, a lover?"

"Shhh, no."

Sam crossed his arms. "Of course I'll be all right! I'm not a newt who needs watching all the time!"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean it that way … but thanks for understanding."

"Are we there yet, Finn?" Sam simply grinned.

 

* * *

 

 

Their hotel was a block over from the Westin Bayshore. Sam was sprawled on his double bed and he watched as Finn spoke on his phone, and set up his laptop.

"Right, Mother. I'm in Vancouver for tonight … Yes, I'll pick up the rental tomorrow morning and drive home then … Look forward to seeing you, too. Bye, Mom."

Finn disconnected and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

"Um, Finn."

"Yes, Sam?"

"I really need some protein. Fruit is great but … well I need some worms or something."

Finn stopped what he was doing. "Shit, of course you do. Look let's walk to the wharf. I bet we'll find a bait shop down there. They'll sell night crawlers or something."

With Sam in his baseball cap, they left the hotel and walked in the sunshine down the bright and busy street to the waterfront.

They bought a pound of fresh sardines from the fish market and there was a bait shop where they purchased some mealworms and a box of earthworms.

Sam grabbed a sardine from the bag he carried, popped it into his mouth and swallowed.

Horrified, Finn grabbed the bag. "What are you doing?"

"What? I'm hungry, Finn."

Sighing, Finn pulled a confused Sam off to the side. "I'm sorry, but people don't slurp down raw sardines like they are noodles!"

"Sorry. I'm just so hungry."

"Shit, I'm sorry too. Come on let's get back to the hotel so you can eat. I'll shower and get ready for my appointment."

"Okay."

 

* * *

 

With Sam settled and eating at the round table in their room, Finn pulled his shaving kit from his suitcase and walked to the bathroom. He stopped and turned back to watch his new friend dropping tan-coloured mealworms into his mouth.

Shuddering silently, Finn said, "Make sure you keep all of those in the box."

"Okay. There won't be much left!"

Finn showered, shaved, and dressed casually.

Sam watched as Finn tucked in the soft looking white shirt he'd chosen to wear. "Is he your new boyfriend? That man from the airplane?"

"How did you know I'm seeing him?"

"I'm not blind."

"No, I guess you're not."

"Will you marry him?"

Finn looked up. "What? No … I don't know."

Sam nodded and smiled. "You will."

Flustered, Finn sat on the bed to pull on his shoes. Marriage? He hadn't thought beyond the first date.

Sam cocked his head. "Will we go to Sanctuary tomorrow, Finn?"

"Yeah, tomorrow." Finn pulled on a jacket. "Okay, I'm ready. Are you sure you'll be all right?"

"I may not be a man, but I am full grown! Of course I'll be all right!" Sam closed the boxes of bait, put them in a plastic bag and placed them into the tiny bar fridge. "I managed to find you didn't I? All by myself!"

Finn grinned. "Yes, I know. I'm overprotective of my … we are friends?"

"Yes, we are. I guess I wasn't too friendly at first."

"No, you were a bit scary."

"I had to make sure you heard me." Sam moved across the room and patted Finn's shoulder. "I'd rather do this with you, than force you to."

"Sam, we will get it sorted out. I promise. I'll make Mother hear me." Finn checked his smartwatch. "I have to go. I won't be too late back."

Sam sprawled on his bed with the TV remote in his hand. "Have a good time, Finny."

 

* * *

 

Finn sat in the hotel bar—H2 Rotisserie & Bar—which Christian had suggested. He nursed a rye and ginger ale, poking the ice cubes with a yellow stir stick. Every few minutes he checked his smartwatch. He'd been early but Christian was now several minutes late.

"Not everyone is like you, Finn," he chastised himself. He glanced again at the digital timepiece. "He's only ten minutes late. Just sip your drink and relax."

"Do you want another?"

"Damn waiters," Finn thought, "Let me finish this one."

Blinking away his daydream, Finn peered up into bright hazel eyes. Christian! "Oh, hey, it's you. Hi! Um, yes, please … rye and ginger."

"Sorry I'm a bit late. Back in a tick with the drinks."

Finn watched as Christian walked away. A very shapely backside filled the worn blue jeans his date wore.

Christian returned with a cocktail in either hand. After placing them on the table, he slid into the seat to Finn's right. "It's good to see you. I'm so sorry I'm a bit late."

"Not a problem. I hope everything is okay."

"Oh, yeah, nothing wrong really. Hotel mixed up my reservation, but it's fine now."

The pair stirred and sipped their drinks. Silence was starting to thicken the atmosphere when Christian next spoke. "So, are you on holiday?"

"No. I'm going home to visit my mother."

"Oh, I see. That guy with you, your … friend. Is he really just a friend?"

Finn smiled. "Yeah, just a friend. I'm not into games like that."

"Good." Christian reached over to lay his hand on Finn's. "I'm glad. Guys seem to think I just want to jump into bed with them."

"And you don't?"

Christian looked up from his drink. He'd withdrawn his hand. "Is that what you expect tonight?"

"No … no, Christian." Finn shook his head. "I don't expect that."

"Sorry. I've nearly given up dating. I mean, I can't help what I look like, but it doesn't mean I'm into that."

After swallowing another sip of his drink, Finn replied, "So, you're looking for a relationship."

"Yeah, I am now. Listen, I'm no good boy, I've had my fun, but I'm ready for something more." Christian ran a finger around the lip of his glass.

Finn sighed. He reached out and took Christian' hand. "You're attractive … really attractive, but I don't expect you'll hop into bed with me. My plan tonight was to meet with you, maybe buy you some dinner. You know, just see how it goes. The only way I could was to ask you out."

Christian grinned. "You were cute."

"I was an ass. Stumbling over myself."

"Unless you're a really good actor, it made me feel like you were the real thing."

"I am." Finn slurped up the last of his drink. "How about if we get a bite to eat?"

"Finn, I'd like that. But just so you know, I need an early night."

"Hey, no problem." Finn's voice betrayed his disappointment.

"I'm enjoying myself." Christian smiled. "Come on, let's eat."

They left the bar, walked a block south, and chose to eat at a cozy Italian bistro.

After being seated, their young waiter arrived.

"I'm Renny. I'll be looking after you gentlemen this evening." The waiter's smile was warm. "May get drinks for you? Perhaps wine? We have a nice red from Valle Reale, a Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, it's full of fruit, nice texture and very satisfying finish."

Christian glanced at Finn who nodded. Christian smiled and said, "Sounds great. A bottle of that and some antipasto for two, please."

"Right away." Renny flashed a whiter-than-white smile. "Thank you."

Both Finn and Christian watched the waiter walk away. Finn leaned closer to Christian. "Do you think he is?"

Christian grinned. "No clue. My so-called gaydar simply isn't!"

Laughing, Finn sat back and smiled at his date. He found he was enjoying himself. At the same time Renny was returning with a bottle of wine, and two glasses. He opened the wine, wiped the top of the bottle and placed it on the table.

"I would just let this breath for a few minutes. I will return with your food in just a moment, and I'll be happy to pour for you."

"Sounds great, thanks," said Finn.

"Mmm, I'm looking forward to this."

"Me, too." Finn gazed at Christian. "So, why the early night?"

"Oh, God, have to be back at the airport at 6am to get ready for the 7am to Toronto. This flight is full." Christian picked at a thin bread stick. He snapped it in half and handed part to Finn. A dusting of crumbs landed on the red and white checked tablecloth. He nibbled his half. "I need to sleep, otherwise, I'm not at my best."

Nodding, Finn chewed the offering. "I get that. It is your work."

"So, Finn, what do you do?"

"Me? Well, I'm sort of a writer."

"Really? Wow."

"Hard to believe?" Finn giggled. "Yeah, well sometimes I don't believe it either."

"What kind of writer?"

"Fiction. I know that sounds crazy. But I've sold a few things." Finn smoothed the tablecloth.

"Not crazy. I hope you find some success."

Finn was about to speak, when Renny returned with a plate of food. "Here we are. I'll pour the wine."

The young waiter picked up the bottle and poured a glass for each of his customers. "Would you like to order your main courses now, gentlemen?"

Finn indicated they would. "Christian will have the Bolognese and I'll have the mushroom lasagna."

"Wonderful choices … a salad to share?" Renny noted the order on his pad.

"Yes, please, salad would be awesome," Christian said.

Renny wrote with a flourish and smiled. "No rush. Enjoy!"

Christian picked up his glass. The wine was deep red. "To our first date!"

"The first of … more?" Finn said quietly.

"I hope so." Christian pulled out his phone. "Can I give you my number?"

"Oh, yes. For definitely!" Finn pulled out his device and they traded information. "Do you mind texts?"

"Nope, texts are great." Christian popped an olive into his mouth. He gazed at the new man in his life. "I'm really enjoying myself, Finn."

"I feel the same way, Christian." Finn smiled at his handsome date.

 

* * *

 

Sam flipped around on the bed in front of the TV. "Too hot."

He got up, and turned off the TV. He went into the bathroom, figured out how to use the built-in plug in the bath, and turned on the cold water. After slipping off his clothes he slid gratefully into the cold water. He fell asleep promptly.

 

Finn walked Christian to his hotel and saw him up to his room. They stood together in front of the room. Finn ran a hand down his date's forearm and found his hand. "You know, this is the last thing I expected to find on this trip … someone like you, I mean."

"Me, too, Finn. Christian squeezed the other man's hand, and smiled at him. "I should get going. I'll hear from you, right?"

"Yeah, of course you will." Finn gazed down. "Look, this is crazy. If you feel like talking or texting just do it. I promise, if I'm not able to grab my phone right away, I will call back or reply. I don't want to play stupid games."

"I feel the same. Sometimes if I'm working, it could hours before I can reply, but I will. Finn … you'll tell me straight out if you've changed your mind? Like about me?"

Finn slid his arms around the new man in his life. "I promise. You promise the same, yeah? I know we need to spend more time together, but this feels good."

"I do promise." Christian rested his cheek on Finn's shoulder. "Oh, I should go …."

"Right, yeah, of course."

Christian put his hands on Finn's shoulders and stepped back. His eyes rested on Finn's. He didn't move as Finn's lips touched his. It was a sweet kiss, one that held only affirmation and hope. They rested their foreheads together.

"I should go, Finn."

"Yeah, me too. We'll talk soon."

"Thanks for a great time. I really enjoyed myself."

Finn was the first to move. "Me, too. Goodnight, Christian."

Christian' voice was a whisper as he said good night. He slid the keycard into the slot on the door. The lock released with what Finn thought was a satisfying thunk. Flashing a final smile, Christian went inside.

Until the door closed, Finn didn't move. Once it had, he smiled, and raised a fist. "Yesss!"

He returned to his hotel with wings on his feet. The entrance was bright, and Finn had just walked through the revolving door when his phone vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket and opened the text.

Had a brilliant time. Thanks and I'm just checking to see if you gave me the right number! C xo

Laughing, Finn stopped to reply. He took a moment to think about what to say.

It's right. I had a great time too. We'll do it again, and soon. F xo

Grinning, Finn pressed the button for the elevator.

The room was pitch black when Finn entered. "Sam must be asleep. I need to pee and then get to bed myself," he thought.

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door before turning on the light. He unzipped, hauled out his penis, aimed and let go. Finn groaned aloud with relief.

"Is that you, Finn?"

He'd just finished shaking off when he heard the voice. Forgetting his dick, Finn jumped and turned around. "What the fuck! Sam?"

"Yes, I'm in here."

Finn looked at the only place Sam could be, which was the bathtub. He pulled back the shower curtain and noticed the clothes in the corner. Sam looked up at him and started to giggle.

"What the fuck, Sam! Why are you in here and what's so damn funny?"

Sam pointed at Finn's crotch.

"Christ." Finn quickly shoved his waving penis back into his pants and zipped up. After a sigh he continued. "Why are you in here?"

Sam got to his feet and reached for a towel. "I was too hot, I needed some water. Humans are funny with their … their parts."

Finn looked at Sam who stood there with no clothes. For the most part he looked human, but there was nothing between his legs; no hair anywhere, and no belly button or nipples.

Sam took the proffered towel and dried himself. He stepped out of the tub, picked up his discarded clothes, and walked in front of Finn back to the main room.

"He does have a nice ass though … but I think that's a tiny tail." Finn's silent musing continued and he chuckled as he thought, "Can salamanders only bottom?"

"I know you're looking at my backside. I know you're gay," Sam said. "I am not."

"Well how do you … do you—?"

"Reproduce? We don't have sex like humans. My sexual organs are internal. Males deposit … um … a package of sperm in a cone shaped gelatinous mass and the female we mate with can pick it up with a special vent in her body, then she will lay eggs a few weeks later." Sam sat on his bed. "Did you have sex tonight?"

"Geez, Sam."

"Is that a wrong question?" Sam blinked at Finn, who sat on his own bed.

"Well, it's a bit personal for us, but maybe you're more open."

Sam crawled up his bed and lay down. "Sorry, but did you?"

"No, we didn't. This was our first date and … well, I really like him."

"So, will you get married?"

Finn laughed. "Too soon to tell."

"How many dates do you need to have before you can tell?"

Finn pulled off his shirt and trousers, and hung them up. He climbed into bed. "I don't know for sure. I think you just sort of know when it's right."

"It's very complicated, your world."

"I suppose so." After plumping up the pillows Finn rested against them. "So, you don't have to do all this stuff to find a wife or mate. How do you live? I mean do you live in houses? What's it like where you come from?"

"The females let us males know when they are ready to mate. We are longer lived than the other branches of our species that humans know as salamanders. Our evolutionary path was much different, but in many aspects we are the same as they."

"I guess you are. But I was wondering—"

"Finn, it is late and we must rest. I will show you all, like my father did for yours, but the trip is long, isn't it? So, we should sleep."

"Yeah, okay. I'm curious."

Sam flopped over onto his right side facing away from Finn. "I know and I will answer all your questions in the morning. Until the dawn, Finn."

"Yeah, good night."

After showers in the morning—hot for Finn, cold for Sam—they walked to the front desk, and Finn checked them out. They used the complimentary guest computer to rent a car and then decided to go for breakfast.

"Did you eat the rest of your food, Sam?"

"Yes, while you were in the shower, but you need to eat. I will just have a glass of water."

They waited in a short line for a table at the restaurant. The hostess smiled at them and led them to a table, wished them a good day and departed.

"Hello, I'm Miranda, your server this morning. Can I get you anything while you look at the menu?" The young woman placed a basket which held three muffins and a tub of butter on the table.

"Thanks. Can we just order now?" Finn looked up from his menu.

"Yes, of course. What can I get for you?"

"I'll have the bacon and eggs, please. Over easy, brown toast, and coffee."

Miranda scribbled in her little pad. "Great, thank you. And for you, Sir?"

Sam smiled. "Just water for me and bacon, please. Can I have that Pierre water, please?"

Miranda looked up from her pad. "Pierre?"

Finn smiled. "He means Perrier."

"Yes, we have Perrier. Thank you. There is a basket of fresh muffins and butter here. I'll be back with your drinks."

"Bacon? I thought you didn't like cooked food." Finn sat back in the booth.

Sam giggled. "Well, everyone has a guilty pleasure." He reached for a muffin and broke it apart.

"Yeah, I suppose they do."

"I prefer raw food, but I have learned to like a few things. It's easier when I am out in your world." He nibbled on a Morning Glory muffin.

"Yesterday then? The business about needing worms?"

Sam made a face. "I'm sorry, but I did need them."

"Maybe so, but you were acting like you'd never been out of your cave, except to come for me? Now you're telling me that you've obviously spent time among us before? Why lie?"

"Not so much a lie …" Sam sighed and gazed at Finn. "I didn't have long to figure you out, Finn. My life … our world is at stake. I needed to know if you cared, and if I could trust you."

After a short pause to consider things, Finn sipped his coffee, and said, "Yeah, okay. I can understand where you're coming from."

"Here we are gentlemen." Miranda had returned with a plate in each hand. "Bacon for you, and the full-monty for you!"

Finn smiled. "Thanks very much.

"Thank you!" Sam gazed at his plate of bacon. He rolled a slice up and popped it in his mouth. "Mmmm … yummy."

They ate with determination, wanting to get on the road.

Miranda arrived back at the table just as Sam ate his final bite of bacon and muffin.

"May I get anything more for you?"

Finn looked up and said, "No, thank you. Just the bill, please." In his hand was a credit card.

"No thanks, the muffins were really nice!"

"Thank you, Sir." Miranda took the mobile payment machine from her apron. She tapped a few keys and handed it Finn, who slid in his card and finished the transaction. He gave the machine back.

"Thanks again. Hope we'll see you again soon." Miranda smiled as she walked away.

Finn glanced at Sam. "Ready to go?"

"Yes."

They got up and walked out past the lengthening line for the restaurant, and out the front of the hotel. They turned north.

"Is the car place far, Finny?"

"No. Just a couple of blocks."

They walked together in silence. Finn went inside once they reached the rental agency.

"I would like to sit in the sun for a few minutes. Is that okay?" Sam said. He settled on small retaining wall. Finn left their bags with him.

"Sure, I won't be long."

Finn returned, and the agency man brought the car around. Sam watched as they walked around the car together.

Finn signed something on a clipboard and handed it back to the man, who gave him keys and a folder.

"Thanks very much."

"No problem. Have a nice trip."

Finn walked to where Sam sat with their bags. "You doing okay?"

Sam smiled broadly from under his baseball cap. "Yes, Finn. Are we ready now to go?"

"Yeah we are. Let's get on the road." Finn retrieved his bag and pulled Sam to his feet. They walked to the Jeep and put the bags in the back. Sam climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Finn to get in and put on his own seat belt.

He started the car and turn north into traffic. "Here we go, Sam! Hopefully it won't be too busy. Let me know if you need to stop."

"Okay, Finn." He grinned. "Road trip!"

Finn laughed. "Yeah, it certainly is. But once we get out of Vancouver, it's still another five or six hours to home.

"Yes, it will be nice to be home again."

Finn hoped the same thing.

 

* * *

 

Sanctuary sat on five hundred acres of mostly untouched land that backed onto Wells Gray Provincial Park.

Finn drove over the rutted drive which led to an iron gate. It was the boundary of the estate. The old black paint had rubbed off the vertical bars, and was peeling away along the top of the large letters which were the name of the place. On the left side of the gate: Sanc; and on the right: tuary.

He stopped the Jeep and got out. He unlocked the gate with a large old key and pushed the right side of the entrance open. Once he'd driven through, Finn got out again, closed and locked the barrier.

Sam was silent until the last turn in the rough track. "Stop here, please, Finn."

"Why?"

"This is where I will get out and go home. Remember, your mother knows nothing of us."

"Why is that, I'd like to know? In any case okay. How do I get in touch with you, Sam?"

Sam blinked his golden eyes and smiled. "Truthfully, I don't really know why. It's just how it has always been. That doesn't mean it is right, just that it has been always that way. Maybe it is time to change?"

"Maybe, but I don’t think I'll start with my mother. I just need her to let me take over the place."

"Yes." Sam retrieved his bag, and got out of the vehicle. "Come and I'll show you how to let me know you are in need of me."

Leaving the Jeep running Finn walked to a small pile of stone that held up a reflector indicating the turn. It would be needed in the dark.

"Here Finn, just put this white rock on top of this black one. I will know then."

Finn looked down. It was a simple solution. "Okay. I don't suppose you have a cell phone?"

"No, and there is little service out here in any case."

"Yeah." Finn paused and looked at his friend. "I guess I'll go and see Mother. We'll talk soon, okay?"

Sam smiled. "Yes. I will go and see my family now. See you, Finn."

"Later." Finn walked back to the car and climbed in. He looked ahead. He could see the house, and inside would be his mother. He put the Jeep into drive and went forward.

 

* * *

 

Finn stopped the Jeep in the curving driveway in front of the large house. He'd grown up here, but after his father's suicide, he'd never liked the place. "Full of ghosts."

After grabbing his bag, he walked over the flagstones, up the shallow stairs and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a uniformed maid.

"Typical, Mother," he thought.

"Good evening, sir." The girl curtsied!

Finn grimaced, and then smiled. "Hello. I'm here to see Mrs. Green. I'm her son."

"Yes, sir. Please come in." The girl stood to one side as Finn entered. "I'll take you to Mrs. Green and if you like, sir, I can take your bag upstairs."

"Thanks, just I'll just leave it by the stairs and take it up later."

"Yes, sir. Please follow me then, to the parlour."

Finn dropped his bag by the wide wooden staircase. He looked at it for the thousandth time, it was ornate, with thick and heavily carved balusters and newel post capped with a large, ebony pineapple.

He reached out to touch it. "Still sharp, never did want to slide down into that thing!"

Turning, he found the maid waiting for him. He smiled at her. "Sorry. Memories."

"Yes, sir. Please come this way."

The young woman knocked on the door to the living room. His mother had always called it the parlour.

"But then Mother thought she was the Duchess of Sanctuary," Finn mused as he waited with the maid.

"Come."

The maid opened the door. "Ma'am, your son is here."

"Thank you, Nora. Show him in." Cynthia Green rose to greet her only child. "You may bring in the tea now, Nora."

"Yes, ma'am."

Finn entered the room and Nora backed out, closing the door behind her.

"Finn!"

"Mother." Finn reached out to grasp his mother's hands.

"How are you, dear? It's good to have you home." Cynthia pulled her son toward the grouping of chairs, where she'd been sitting. "Sit, darling. How long can you stay?"

"I'm fine. How long?" Finn sat and gazed at his mother. "I hope permanently … at least soon."

Cynthia sat back, eyes wide, mouth agape. "Perm … I … you'd said …."

After a small sigh, Finn continued. "I know. I made a mistake."

Cynthia sat for a moment, staring at her son. He knew inside she was running all the scenarios and computations.

"Has it been sold?" he asked.

"No, not yet. I had it valued however."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Close to a million, mainly for the land." Cynthia sat straight in the chair and eyed her son. "What's made you change your mind?"

"Time to think. History. Family. All those things are important. Keeping this place seems to be part of it." Finn met his mother's eyes. "Did Father ever tell you why we kept it, why we live here?"

There was a knock on the door, and Nora came in with the tea cart. On it was a china service—simple white china with gold accents. In addition to the teapot, cups and saucers, creamer, and sugar bowl, the cart carried several types of biscuits and petit fours.

"Thank you, Nora. This looks lovely." Finn's mother got to her feet. "I'll pour."

"Yes, ma'am. Will there be anything else?"

"No, thank you. Not until dinner."

"Thank you, ma'am." Nora left them alone, closing the door behind her.

Finn watched his mother pouring the tea. "Mother, why do you insist they, yes ma'am? And Nora curtsied—curtsied—when I arrived. I'm not royalty!"

"The help need to understand their roles." Cynthia held the creamer. "Milk, or have you gone off that?"

"Yes, please. No, I haven't. I think they likely realize they work here, Mother."

Mrs. Green handed her son his tea, and then offered the plate of treats to him. He selected a Bourbon crème and a white petit-four.

"Thank you."

After pouring her own tea, Cynthia retook her seat. "Well, now, you asked me if your father ever told me about this place. He didn't, no."

"Well, he didn't tell me either, but, I mean, there must be a reason it's been in the family for so long. Why the family stayed here."

After replacing her cup quietly onto its saucer, Mrs. Green said, "Must there be a reason? It's just what families do, dear. They have the family home and stay in it. Frankly, I've had enough."

"So, you have no problem if I want to carry on the tradition."

Cynthia smiled at her son. "Finn, this house and the land is yours. I live here because I'm your mother, but it is yours. It has been yours since your father died. The land and house passes to the son, not to the wife. You're expected to take care of me, of course."

"I know but …"

"That's a bit of an issue for you, since you're single. You have no partner and no children, at least right now. There must be an heir … a male."

"Well, I've met someone actually, Mom."

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful. Will I meet him?"

Finn laughed. "I've only just met him myself. He's a steward at Eagle Air, the service I use. And speaking of that … I should text him. Oh, God. Can I? I mean is there cell service up here?"

"They put a new tower up somewhere nearby, much to the residents' consternation."

"No, I'm sure they didn't like that." Finn pulled his phone from his pocket and gazed at the screen. "Oh, good. There are a couple of bars anyway. Just a sec, Mom, I'm just going to text Christian."

"Christian? That's a nice name. Strong."

Finn smiled as he used the phone's keypad. "There. We said we'd stay in touch, until we could get together."

"I'm glad. He can't be the heir though, you'd need a child."

"No, I understand that." Finn sighed. "So many rules."

Cynthia replaced her teacup and saucer on the cart. "Finn, while I'll always keep this as my home base, if you are living here, my plan is to travel."

Finn tore his eyes from the phone. "Travel?"

"Yes, travel. Your father left me very well provided for and I can afford to do so in style."

"But alone? I don’t like that, Mother."

Cynthia crossed her arms. "Well, you're not the only one who has met someone."

What? Finn was surprised. When had all this happened? "Who is he? Some gold digger?"

"Dear, I believe that term is used mainly for women, the male equivalent is gigolo. In any case, no, Stephen isn't one. He has his own money. He's retired, my age and is paying his own way."

"I see."

"No, dear I don't think you do. Stephen is a friend. We get on and enjoy each other's company. We are not planning to marry or anything like that. We both love travel and want to do some before we kick the bucket."

"You could marry, why not? Dad's been gone for twenty years." Finn reached for a couple more petit-fours.

"No, as you say, there are a lot of rules. One of them is that I cannot remarry and keep the money your father left."

Finn squinted. "Seriously? That's crazy, Mom. Has anyone tested these so-called rules? Who made them up?"

Cynthia regarded her son. "Those are good questions. I don't know. The rules just always were. We just knew them and followed them."

"Well Mom, that begs the question, what will happen if I marry a man? Will I be allowed here?" Finn wiped his mouth with a paper napkin plucked from the cart. "Who would say I couldn't? Are these rules kept somewhere?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I think they were always passed from father to son." Cynthia rose and poured more tea for herself. "Your father never said, but there is something going on here at Sanctuary. Some kind of secret. I've always just known it. Felt it. I've walked all over, checked all the books and things I could find. But I've come up with nothing."

Finn swallowed the last mouthful of his tea. "What could be going on?"

"I don't know, but as we've said there are lots of rules and secrecy."

"Yeah, you're right, Mom. It's too damn bad that dad never told me what, before he killed himself."

"Yes … but here we are. It's all yours now, Finn. I shall call Stephen and tell him I'm free anytime he is ready to go. I'll make an appointment with the bank, and you and I will go and do the necessary so you have access to the funds to run this place." Cynthia smiled. "All I ask is that you keep some rooms for me, because I will come to visit."

"Yes, of course, Mom. Of course I will."

"Good. Now, you go up to your rooms and well, do what you feel like. I have a few things to do." Cynthia rang for Nora. "I'll see you for dinner, yes?"

"Okay, Mom."

His mother bent and kissed his cheek, and Finn watched her sweep out of the room. There were a few things to think about, but more, look for.

Finn nearly ran into Nora as he left the parlour. "I'm sorry, Nora."

"No, not at all, sir. I should be more careful."

"Nora, are you aware my mother is leaving?"

"I wasn’t, sir. Does that mean you'll not need me any longer?"

"No, it doesn't mean that. I'll still need help—"

"Oh, you're staying?" She flinched, her hands flying to mouth. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Please, I'm Finn. I'd like it if you called me that rather than sir. And also, yes, I will stay on here. Seems the right thing to do." Finn smiled at the young woman. "I'm sure my mother will go over things with me, but it would be helpful if you can give me a list of your usual duties and other things you do that you feel are important. Also, I'd appreciate you letting me know if you've seen anything that needs changing or repairing for example. Please take some time over the next couple of weeks to make some notes we can go over together. Things won't be changing much, and if you like the idea, I'd be happy if you choose to stay."

Nora smiled. She had no desire to leave. "Yes, I'll certainly do that, Mr. Finn. Thank you very much for letting me know. I appreciate it."

"Of course." Finn took two steps and stopped. "Nora, do you have a set of keys?"

"Yes, Mr. Finn."

"I'd like all the keys for my father's study please. I'll be using it as my office and won't want anyone in there but me. I'll clean it myself."

"Oh, yes sir. I didn't go in there often as the room has always been closed." Nora pulled a heavy keyring from her pocket, looked through it and pulled off a key and handed it to Finn. "That's the only one I have, sir. Your mother may possess another, as she holds all the master keys."

"Excellent. Thank you very much." Finn started on his way down the hall toward his father's study, but stopped when Nora spoke again.

"Mr. Finn, what about food."

Finn turned. "What about it?"

"Well, sir, your mother only ordered certain things. I can cook quite well, sir, however I need to know what things you like."

"Thank you, Nora. I'm not fussy and like fairly plain things. I do not like to eat huge meals at night; I'd prefer a bigger lunch. Breakfast, I enjoy oatmeal or muesli, sometimes toast and now and again pancakes or French toast, oh, and breakfast for dinner is fine with me. Desserts, unless I'm having a party, keep it simple; fruit, jello, things like that. Simple food, healthy, and low in sugar."

Nora smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Finn. That's very helpful."

Finn returned the smile. "Things will be great, Nora. I feel it. Thanks again."

With the final dip of a curtsey, Nora trotted away.

Finn watched her go. "I need to stop her from doing that!"

The door to his father's study was impressive; solid oak with eight intricately carved panels had darkened with age. Finn stared at the panels, each a different woodland scene with trees and leaves, and each contained a small carved salamander.

"Huh. That's interesting. I do not remember seeing those." Finn ran his fingers over the smooth-carved panels, before he unlocked the door. It was very heavy, but moved silently on well-machined brass hinges. He stepped inside and pushed the door closed. The click and thunk of the latch was a very satisfying sound to Finn. He leaned back against the door.

It was his father's, no, his ancestors' study. It still smelled like his father's tobacco. Currently all the furniture was covered in white sheeting, and the heavy brocade drapes were closed. Beneath his feet was the oaken floor, which was partially covered by a beautiful and colourful Persian rug. Smiling, he remembered being in here as a child, using the patterns in the rug as roads for his toy cars.

Finn pulled open the draperies, filling the room with natural light. Carefully he pulled off and folded the sheets from the leather sofa and chair, then from the great cherry wood desk, and chair. He climbed the rolling library ladder to remove the hanging covers that protected the books.

With the pile of dusty folded sheets in hand, Finn went to the kitchen where he found Nora. "Hi, these need to be washed, and I'm looking for the vacuum cleaner."

Smiling, Nora wiped her hands and took the pile of dirty laundry and dropped it down the chute. "I'll get the machine for you." She walked into the utility room and returned with a vacuum cleaner.

"And I hope you don’t mind, because I'll be happy to clean your study, Mr. Finn, but since you said I shouldn't, I've put this little cleaning kit together for you. On the table she'd put a plastic caddy which contained a spray bottle of cleaner, can of polish and some clean cloths for dusting. "You can keep it in your office or in the utility room, there, sir … Mr. Finn."

"Thanks Nora. This is perfect. I appreciate it." Finn rolled the vacuum back to the study with the new caddy in his spare hand. "No, not, the study … my study."

The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning and then going through all the paperwork he could find.

Finn sat back in the chair. "Damn. Nothing about Sam and friends. Shit! Maybe I'll take a walk."

He left his study and popped into the kitchen. "Nora, I'm just going for a short walk."

"Yes, of course. Dinner will be ready in an hour, Mr. Finn."

"Great, thanks. It smells wonderful."

Pausing in the doorway, Finn turned back. "Nora, tell me, are there other employees? A gardener?"

Nora put down the spoon she'd been stirring with. "No, sir. There is just me. In the summer your mother hires a service to plant the gardens. They came in every couple of weeks, and they do the snow removal, if it's needed. Well, that is in winter, of course."

"I see. Thank you. I'll be back before dinner."

"Yes, sir."

Finn walked back to the front door, grabbed his jacket and left the house. He walked up the road to the cairn and moved the pebble as Sam had shown him. Finn hadn’t really seen which way Sam had taken but he decided to walk in the woods. He'd gotten only a few feet in when his text notification rang.

"Oh, maybe it's Christian!" He pulled his phone from this pocket and opened the message. "Yes, from Christian!"

Hiya. Just a quickie! Ha, I wish. So busy but thinking about you. I'll be in BC next weekend. I have a couple of days coming. Can we meet?

Finn grinned and replied. Yes! Tell me when/where. I will pick you up.

After a moment, another text appeared. I'll call you later with all details. Back to work. Xo

This was exciting. Finn typed a quick reply. Looking forward. Later! xo

After putting his phone away, Finn pushed on a bit farther through the undergrowth. "This is crazy without knowing where you're going."

"Yes, it is, Finn. Are you looking for me?"

Finn jumped at the voice. Sam stood in front of him. "Oh, hi. Where did you come from?"

"I wasn't far, and heard your phone. Why are you out here, Finn? You shouldn't come looking for me. You don't know the forest."

"Well, I used to, mostly. I know there's a cave out here."

"Is everything okay? Do you need me?"

"I wanted to tell you that everything is fine, that the land won't be sold. I've decided to move back here permanently. Mother is good with all of that and is going to travel the world." Finn stared at Sam. "Um, no clothes?"

"Not when I'm here, Finn. Only when I'm out in your world." Sam rolled a hefty fallen branch over, picked up a nice fat worm and popped it into his mouth. He chewed quietly.

Finn watched and his stomach churned. "Oh … geez. Okay."

"Thank you, for coming though, Finn. That is good news for all of us." Sam cocked his head and blinked. "Please don't look for us. You will not find our home. That was part of your forefather's promise. We keep our side of the bargain. You keep yours. If you need me please leave the pebble. If there is an emergency, come here and just yell hello several times. I will come."

Finn felt Sam's rebuff. "I thought we were friends. I enjoy your company."

Sam looked sad. "I enjoy yours also. But we are from different worlds. I can only live in yours for brief periods. We cannot be more than what we are."

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just missing you." Finn turned away. "Take care, Sam."

"And you, Finny."

Finn didn't look back. He returned to the cairn and returned the rock to its original position. After a final glance back, and a deep sigh, he walked back to the house.

Back inside, Finn hung up his jacket and decided to take his bag up to his room. He picked up his luggage and climbed the stairs. He gazed down the hall to the master bedroom. "I guess I'll move in there eventually. Right now though I'll …."

"Finn!" His mother came from master bedroom. "Your rooms are here …."

She smiled as she stepped by Finn, and opened a door on the right side of the hall. "They've been redone. I had several of the rooms on this floor renovated, so they make more of a suite. I hope you'll be comfortable."

Finn stepped in. "Wow, Mom this is great."

"I'm glad you like it. There are three suites on this floor now, each with its own bathroom. Come down after and have a look at the master bedroom suite. You should move into that, as you are Master of the Sanctuary now."

"Yes, sure but you don't …."

Cynthia touched her son's face. "Finn, it's where you should be. When you have a husband, it's where you both should be. The rooms at the end of the hall will be just fine. These you can use yours for your child, when you have one."

Finn pulled his mother into his arms. "Mom, I'll miss you. I love you, I don't tell you enough."

"I love you too, Finn." She stepped back and smiled at her son. "Now, go, freshen up and let's have dinner."

"Okay. I'll be down shortly."

"Will you have some wine?"

"Yes, please." Finn stood in the doorway to his room. "Be down soon."

Finn looked around the spacious room as he shut the door. He walked through to the other side and dropped his bag on the bed. After unzipping it, he removed the few clothes he'd brought and put them in the dresser. His shaving kit he placed in the ensuite bathroom.

"I'll have a wash and then go join Mom for a glass of wine."

He dried his face and went downstairs to the parlour.

"There you are." Cynthia handed Finn a glass of red wine. "I've made an appointment with my banking officer for Thursday morning. I've also called the real estate agent and cancelled the listing agreement."

"That's great Mom. I bet they weren't happy about that."

"Indeed they were not. However, they will get over it."

"Cheers." Finn clinked his glass with his mother's and sipped.

"We'll get all the money things sorted out. Stephen would like to leave in three weeks. Then you and Christian can get on with things. Redecorate to your heart's content."

"Mom, well we'll see what happens with Christian." He paused for a moment. "Mom, did Father have a safety deposit box?"

Cynthia sat on the sofa and gazed up at her son. "I've never found anything or received a bill for one. We can speak with the bank and the lawyer, Mr. Gotlieb."

There was a tap on the door, and Nora announced dinner was ready.

"Thank you, Nora," Finn said. Then to his mother, "Shall we?"

"Yes, dear. Let's."

* * *

 

The next day Finn and his mother met with the banker and resolved all the issues for the household accounts and his private ones as well. The following day he drove back into town to meet with the lawyer.

"Mr. Gotlieb will see you now, Mr. Green. Please follow me." The receptionist who wore sensible heels rather than the usual stilettos, waited for Finn to rise from his chair in the waiting room.

He followed her down the carpeted hall. She stopped and indicated he should enter at the open door on the right. "Please go right in."

"Thank you." Finn smiled as he moved by her.

"You're welcome." She pulled the door closed behind him.

"Good morning. I'm David Gotlieb. I've heard of you, but we've not met I don't believe."

The lawyer was on his feet.

Finn noticed the beautifully cut black wool suit the man wore. He smiled and stepped forward to shake the lawyer's hand. "No, we haven’t met before."

"Please, sit down." Gotlieb returned to his own seat while Finn sat in one of the two vintage tub chairs. "How can I help today? We have been your family's lawyers for a very long time."

"You have and that's why I'm here. There are a lot of things I don't know. Such as rules about marriage, heirs and our home and land that I have inherited." Finn sat forward. "I understand this information is usually passed from father to son; however, my father died before he could do that. I've looked around, and discussed this with my mother, but there is nothing she could tell me. I'm hoping you may have some information."

The lawyer pursed his lips and tugged on the left side of his salt and pepper mustache. “I’d heard from your mother about you not planning to return to Sanctuary. We’d gone so far as to have all the documents prepared for your signature, so we could complete the sale on your behalf. The sale could not proceed without us doing that, of course, but she seemed to think you’d decided to move away.”

“I was ready to until I was reminded of a few things … so I’ve changed my mind. Now I’m trying to get up to speed with all the rules and requirements.”

“That’s understandable and desirable.” Gotlieb sat back and crossed his arms. "I very likely do have some of the information, or we would in our files. What is it you'd like to know?"

"I guess the first thing would be marriage. I'm gay, so while I will likely marry it wouldn't be to a woman."

"I see. Well, the issue isn't who you marry, the issue is you require an heir."

"An heir?" Finn sat forward. "I thought it had to be a male heir"

"Not as far as I'm aware." The solicitor logged on to his computer. "I'll just confirm. Sorry, it will be just a moment as I cross reference the notes we have."

"I suppose that could just be the old male privilege thing …." Finn mused aloud.

"Very likely. Women could not handle riding in a car, let alone manage an estate, or such was the old way women were looked upon. That kind of thinking went on much longer than is generally thought." The lawyer continued typing for another moment. "Ah, here. No, it says that the reasons for keeping Sanctuary will be passed verbally from parent to child. There is nothing stating it must be father to son."

"Okay, that’s interesting. What about the reason for Sanctuary? Why it was built, that sort of thing?"

"Nothing in my online files about a specific purpose. There are old documents somewhere." Gotlieb wrote notes on a paper tablet. "I'll have my assistant head down into the basement and see what we can find. It could be a few days."

"That's fine, thank you."

"Anything else I can help with?"

"No, thank you. Not at the moment." Finn got to his feet.

Gotlieb rose and walked to the door. The two men shook hands, and the lawyer said, "I'll be in touch. Here's my card, and don't hesitate to call."

"I won't, thanks again."

Finn left the office, thanking the receptionist as he passed her desk.

Back at Sanctuary, Finn found his mother and Nora cleaning. He hung up his jacket, and side stepped around a bucket and vacuum cleaner.

"Mother, what is going on?"

Cynthia stood at the round oak table that sat in the centre of the entranceway. She was arranging generous pink cabbage roses and white peonies, in a large crystal vase. She put down the flower snips.

"Hello, Finn. We are preparing for Christian's visit tomorrow."

Finn gazed at his mother. "Oh, Mom! There's no need for all of this!"

"Of course, there is. Christian deserves to see the house at its best. I've some wine brought up from the cellar, and we'll do a nice prime rib tomorrow. Christian isn't a vegetarian or vegan is he?"

"No, Mom, he isn't." Finn put his arm around his mother. "Thank you. I appreciate you doing all of this."

"Nonsense. It's just what we do." Cynthia tucked in the last of the flowers.

"Gosh, they are beautiful, Mom."

"Thank you, dear. Now, why don't you leave us to this? Didn't you mention you had to make arrangements about your house, and other things?"

"Yeah, I have a lot to do actually."

“Well, no time like the present. It’s best to get on with things, Finn.”

“Yes, Mom.”

After kissing his mother, Finn went into the study. He called his literary agent, Thomas Grant, to tell him about the move. Thomas said he'd find movers and could get the documents out to him for his signature.

"Great! Thank you. Yeah, other than the few pieces of furniture I'll indicate in my e-mail, it can all be donated. The rest of the stuff can be boxed and shipped here … no, money isn't an issue; just donate it all … you can have the TV … yes I'm serious."

Finn listened for a few minutes. "Tom, I don't want to end our business relationship … unless that's what you want … no, good I'm glad. I hope I can get more work done out here … it wouldn’t be for lack of inspiration! You'll have to come out and visit … great I understand … I have to buy a car and get rid of the rental, buy a computer. Yeah mine has to be shipped here … so if you can get all that going, I'll get on with things here … I really appreciate you doing all of this. There'll be a nice bonus for you … beyond the TV I mean!" Finn had to laugh. "Okay great, you know where I am. I’ve got my laptop so I can get to my email … okay, bye for now."

Finn did some more hunting and tidying in the study. Slowly he made his way through all the papers in it, much of it useless, but lots that should be kept and filed. He had several piles of organized chaos.

"I need a filing cabinet and a scanner. The list is getting longer." Finn pinned the stacks of papers together with some large paper clips and placed them in a desk drawer. He sat back for a moment to breathe and use his Keep app to write down things he had to do and purchase.

Done with organizing for the moment, he went in search of his mother or Nora. He found the housekeeper first. "Hi Nora. Sorry when is dinner? I just thought I'd take a walk."

Nora wrapped the electrical cord around the vacuum. "Oh, Mr. Finn, in about an hour, if that is okay?"

"That's perfect." Finn smiled at the young woman. "The house looks wonderful. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome, Mr. Finn." Nora bobbed a curtsey.

"Nora, please, there is no need to do that. Honestly, please try and stop."

She smiled. "Yes, Mr. Finn."

As he stepped out of the house Finn felt his spirits lift while he filled his lungs with the cool fresh air. He stood for a moment taking in the forests beyond the house and behind those were mountains. It was beautiful here.

"I'd forgotten."

Finn walked up the drive toward the small cairn of stone. He stopped and touched the cool rocks. "This is crazy. I miss Sam."

He retraced his steps into the forest going in as far as he had previously. Carefully climbing over fallen trees and large roots, the farther he walked the stonier it was becoming. He went on another few minutes, and stopped to listen.

"I'm sure that's water."

"It is water."

Surprised, Finn looked up to his right.

Sam sat on a boulder. He smiled. "Are you all right, Finn?"

"Yes, just out for a walk."

"This isn't a walk, this is a hike."

Finn had climbed up and settled beside his friend. "Yes, okay, it's a hike."

He continued speaking with Sam, who sat quietly. "Look, I miss you. I don't know why."

"You cannot be in love with me, Finn."

"It's not like that. I just enjoyed you, talking with you, you know?"

Sam was quiet for a few minutes. They both listened to the breeze, the bird song and the water that ran somewhere close by.

"Finn, I miss you too. We have both lives we need to get on with."

Finn felt his hopes falling. "So, we can't meet anymore?"

"We can, just not so often maybe. But you're having withdrawal, so I understand." Sam grinned.

Finn laughed. "Okay, I'll try and keep away, but it's hard."

"Your life will have its routines. Christian will come; you will have him and a child one day. You will be busy. I will not be so important."

A sound came from behind them, and Sam got to his feet. "I must go. Take care of yourself, Finn."

"You too, Sam." Finn watched as his friend disappeared behind the rocks. He looked at his watch. "Oh, shit. Okay, I better get back."

He climbed down but turned to look behind him for a moment. With a nod, he turned toward the road, and home.

 

* * *

 

 

Finn stopped at the rental agency to extend his agreement another week, before driving to Kamloops to pick up Christian.

He leaned on the railing inside Kamloops Airport near the Eagle Air check-in desk, when a hand on his lower back made him jump.

"Hey, handsome, looking for a good time?"

Finn smiled but stared ahead. "Well, I am waiting for a guy, but you're cuter."

While he laughed, Christian pulled Finn into his embrace. "I'm sure I can rock your world, babe."

Finn hugged the good-looking steward back. "I bet you can too."

They stepped apart, but their eyes remained locked on each other. "It's really good to see you, Finn. I am looking forward to this weekend off with you. I hope it's okay, but a wrangled a fourth day out of them."

"Yes, sure, that's great. Are you ready?"

Christian indicted his suitcase. "I am, but, well … can we just grab a coffee and talk a bit before we go?"

Finn swallowed. "Sure, is everything okay? You're not dumping me right now, are you?"

"Oh no, no everything is great." Christian picked up his bag and took Finn's hand with his right. "I thought I'd enjoy the weekend and then dump you!"

Finn laughed. "Phew, okay. I'll remember to serve the cheap wine."

Christian laughed and squeezed Finn's hand. "Good idea."

They walked a few steps before Christian continued. "I'm teasing. Honestly, it was a rough flight weather wise and I'd like to sit and talk to my new fella before travelling any farther today."

Finn looked over at the man next to him. Suddenly, he had a feeling that this was how his life would be. This handsome, sweet and funny man would be next to him, hand-in-hand for the rest of their lives.

He stopped Christian in the centre of the concourse, just across from the coffee shop. Stopped him and looked into the blue eyes. Christian gazed back, saying nothing, sensing something. They stood there together as people walked around them, wordless, for a moment.

Finn smiled and said, "I'm so happy you're here."

"I don't want to be anywhere else."

"Come on, let's get some coffee."

The pair found a quiet corner and ordered their drinks. Once the order arrived and they added milk and sugar, the two men started to talk.

"Just so you know, my mother is home for a couple more weeks and there is a housekeeper, Nora," Finn said.

"Oh, your mom will be home? Oh, that's great, I'll be happy to meet her." Christian smiled and sipped his drink. "Housekeeper? Are you rich?"

"Um…I suppose we are, sort of. I mean we have Sanctuary and the land, I suppose it's worth a lot, but it's been in the family forever. It won't be sold."

Christian's eyebrows rose. "Sanctuary? Your house has a name?"

"I grew up there, that's what it's called."

"I think we need to talk, a lot."

Finn felt a bit nauseous. "Are you upset? I mean, does this bother you?"

"No, I'm just surprised, that's all." He reached over and took Finn's hand. "We don't know much about each other yet. It was just a surprise. The last thing you told me was you were living in Toronto coming here to visit … now you're moving out here."

Squeezing Christian's warm hand, Finn said, "I know. I'm surprised that I want to come back here. Shit, I couldn't wait to get away. Now my agent is selling my house and having a moving company pack my stuff. I need to go buy a car too."

Christian smiled. "There's a lot going on. I hope I'm not in the way."

"No! I want to spend some time with you. Everything is under control. My mother and Nora have been cleaning like mad, the place is spotless. Your rooms have been aired out. It's all good."

"Rooms?"

"My mother did some renovating; it was a six-bedroom house, now it's a three-suite house. I'm an only child so no siblings to fight about the changes to the place." Finn put his empty cup on the saucer.

"I was going to ask about sleeping arrangements."

"You have your own rooms. I'm not expecting or presuming, Christian. We've just met and …."

"Thanks, Finn. It means a lot you're willing to go slow, let us get to know each other."

"I am."

Christian grinned. "It won't be too long."

"No?"

"No, can't see it being too long." Pushing his cup away, Christian said, "So, thanks for letting me sit a bit. I'm ready when you are."

"Okay. It's about eighty miles to the house." Finn stood up and picked up Christian's bag.

"I can take that."

"I know." They left the café and Finn held out his left hand, and Christian slipped his right one into it. Finn smiled at him. "I plan to spoil you so much, you fall madly in love with me."

"That's your evil plan, is it?"

"Yes, it is." They began to walk toward the parking lot. "So, last chance. Do you want to run away now, or you taking your chances?"

"You know, I'm feeling brave. I'll take my chances …."

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha! The car is right this way."

The ride back to Sanctuary was a bit of a tour with Finn showing and explaining sights to Christian. Finally Finn turned off the road onto the long drive. After a few bone jarring minutes, they stopped in front of the old black gate.

"Finn, I'll get out to open it." Christian unfastened his seat belt and reached to open the car door.

"Okay, thanks. If you just open the left side, that would be good."

Christian pushed the old gate open, noting its reluctance. He then stood back out of the way as Finn drove the car through. Carefully closing the gate, he replaced the latch. He then turned around, ready to return to the Jeep, but took a moment to look at the old forest, tumbling rocks and the majestic mountains beyond. The air he drew into his lungs was sweet and fresh and the quiet made him close his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Finn approached Christian's side.

Christian opened his eyes and stepped toward Finn, who opened his arms. Finn started, when he saw the tears. "Hey … what is it?" He held Christian close.

"I … there is something here. I can just feel it … something …."

As he held Christian, Finn closed his eyes and let himself feel it as well. There was something, and always had been. "Yes," he whispered into Christian's neck. "There is. It's a very special place and it's why I can't let it go."

Stepping away, Finn used his thumbs to wipe Christian's eyes. He smiled. "You belong here, most people never feel it."

Holding hands, they walked back toward the car. Christian spoke first. "Will you tell me?"

"When I can, but there are rules to follow. So when I can, yes I'll tell you everything."

The pair stopped at the back of the car. They faced each other and held hands.

"You ready to go, Christian? This is a special place, but you still have to meet my mother." Finn grinned.

"She can't be that bad."

"Come on, get in." Finn spun Christian around and gave him a gentle push. "You can tell me later what you think."

Finn drove past the house to the small eight-car parking lot, which was around the side of the house, where he parked beside his mother's green Peugeot. It was nestled between the house and the forest.

They walked back up to the front door along the flagstone walkway. Christian noted there was no lawn; just the gravel road and then the forest.

"I feel like this place wasn't built to be an estate."

"No, it wasn't. There is a bit of a lawn at the rear of the house, the and a nice patio, there's a pond back there too." They stopped before the front door. "In the back, beyond the lawns, is an old well. I used to play there as a kid. Maybe you'd like to see it."

Christian smiled. "I'd love to see it. This is a beautiful place, Finn. I don't think I'd want to leave it either."

"I'm glad to hear that, I really am, but you can't get out of your first official duty, which is meeting my mother."

Laughing, Christian followed Finn inside. "You know you'll have to meet my family."

Finn kissed Christian's cheek. "Can't wait!"

 

* * *

 

 

Cynthia heard the front door and the two laughing male voices and went to greet her son. "Finn! You two are back just in time for dinner. Nora has everything ready."

Finn's mother quickly took note of the man he'd brought home. Trim, blonde, and smiling and he was stepping forward with his hand out—perfect.

"I'm Christian Waldner."

They shook hands. "Cynthia Green. It's lovely to meet you. Welcome to Sanctuary."

"Thank you."

Finn watched quietly, hanging up his jacket and then taking Christian's. He put Christian's bag at the foot of the stairs.

His mother took Christian's arm. "May I get you a drink, or a glass of wine?"

"Oh, I could murder a drink, thank you."

"Come into the parlour." Cynthia turned back. "Are you coming, Finn?"

"Yes, Mother. I can't let you steal my boyfriend."

Nora had come for them, and the trio went into the dining room. They sat clustered at one end of the large formal table.

The first course was a light vegetable soup. Finn was ready for his second spoonful when his mother spoke.

"You can have the wedding here."

Finn dropped his spoon, splashing soup onto the white linen tablecloth. Christian sputtered. They both looked at her.

"What? I'm not blind, nor am I that hardened to this place." Cynthia dabbed her lips with a white napkin. "I can see it in Christian's eyes. He knows. Not yet what, but he knows."

Finn wiped soup off his hand. "Mother, please. Christian and I are getting to know each other—”

"You can spend your lives doing that. You've both wasted enough time. Get on with it." Cynthia picked up and rang the small bell. "Where is that girl with the main course?"

After dinner, his mother excused herself, leaving Christian and Finn alone.

"That was delicious. Thank you, Nora," Christian told the young maid, who smiled.

"Yes, it was. Thanks." Finn waited until Nora had taken the dishes away. "I'm sorry about my mother."

Christian chuckled. "She's great; outspoken, but I like her."

"Do you want another drink?"

"You trying to get me drunk?"

"Not at all. Just relaxed. Well, maybe before that I should show you to your rooms." Finn got up. "Come on."

They walked up the staircase and turned left at the carpeted hall.

"You're down here." Finn carried the bag. Christian followed.

Finn opened the door and allowed Christian to enter first. "Wow, this is really nice."

"Glad you like it. This is like a little sitting room and through there is the bedroom and the en suite. There's a TV, and little stereo there, small fridge there. Knowing my mother there may be some snacks as well."

Finn walked through with Christian in tow to put the bag on the bed.

Christian was impressed. "It's great. Thanks for having me here."

"I'm glad you like it. Mom did a good job with these rooms."

Christian slipped his arms around Finn, who responded in kind. "Soo…?"

"Shhh." Christian pressed his lips to Finn's. It was a sweet kiss. "I've been waiting all day for this."

Finn sighed and held Christian close. He was warm and felt good in his arms. "This feels so good."

"Yeah, it does." Christian placed his hands on Finn's shoulders. "Can we sit?"

"Sure. I'll make us a drink and we'll talk."

 

* * *

 

 

On the last day of Christian's long weekend, which was Tuesday, Finn awoke in his bed, alone. Adding a pillow behind his head, he pulled himself up slightly and looked out the window. "Sun's coming up. Another lovely day I hope."

There was a knock at the door. Finn heard it open. It was Christian, who called softly, "You awake? Can I come in?"

Finn smiled. "Yeah, come on in."

Christian was scrubbed and dressed already. "Oh, still in bed! That looks inviting."

"Well, strip then, because you're invited!"

Christian settled himself on the side of the bed. "Am I?" He leaned over to kiss Finn.

"Yeah, always." Finn ran his hand down Christian's back. "You're forgetting the strip part."

"Don't think I don’t want that, Finn." He reached for Finn's hand. "I know what would happen."

"What? Well, other than hot kissing and—"

"Yeah, exactly. Then I'd be in your arms, and I'd never want to leave here. Leave you."

"I don't want you to leave." Finn pulled Christian onto his chest and kissed him. Slowly, softly and then with a rising urgency, and Christian held on and responded. After several minutes, Finn slowed things down.

"I'll get dressed. Grab a coffee downstairs and I'll be right there."

"Are you upset … that we haven't—"

Finn ran his hand through the thick blond hair and down Christian's cheek. "No, I'm not upset. It's not time yet. Let's have a coffee and take a walk."

 

* * *

 

 

They walked in silence to the little cairn. There Finn turned to face Christian. He pushed his fingers through the belt loops of the other man's jeans and pulled him close. "Tell me what you feel about this place."

Christian felt Finn's hips against his own. He felt the warmth from the rising sun, it felt as if the trees were bending forward to keep them close, and to catch his words in their leaves. Words he knew, were very important right now. Closing his eyes, he answered.

"I know this is a special place. I can feel the energy here. I know being with you is part of it. I know it's right, Finn."

"Say you'll marry me then. Say you'll come back. Say you don't want to go."

Christian opened his eyes. "Yes. As crazy as it all is, yes to all of it. Especially marrying you."

"Come with me." Finn led Christian through the forest, to the boulders where he'd sat a few days before.

"Is that water I can hear?"

"Yes, let's sit for a few minutes."

They settled on the cold stone, close, and hand-in-hand. They were quiet, just listening, just being.

"I heard from the lawyer yesterday, Christian."

"Okay?"

"He said there is nothing stopping me, preventing me from telling you about this place if I was sure. I want to, so badly."

Christian nodded. "But you're not ready yet."

"I can't." Finn looked at Christian. "You understand why."

"Yeah, I do. I'm very curious, but this place needs protection doesn’t it? It needs me to understand but it, and you, need my total commitment."

"Yeah. I think that's why the husbands here never told their wives. They never trusted them enough." Finn stroked Christian's hand with his thumb. "That all sounds very sexist, I suppose. But I think it should be shared. In the past though, it passed only from father to son."

"What? Son?"

"Yes, that's another thing. We need to marry and have a child."

"Have a child?" Christian stood up. "Jesus, we've not talked about that."

"No." Finn got to his feet. "You're upset."

Christian laughed a little. "Not upset. I guess it's this place, but important things seem to be dulled. Lulled."

"I suppose it feels that way."

"So, when had you planned to mention kids?" Christian took a few steps away and then turned.

"I am telling you now. Is this a deal breaker?"

"No…no, I don’t think so. I'm just surprised is all." Christian sat back down. "I just have never really considered them. How would we?"

"Adopt. I think it's the best way."

"Okay. Well there's a lot to consider."

Finn felt a little let down, but continued, "Yeah, there is. How long is your next shift at work?"

"On for six then off for four." Christian reached out for Finn's hand, who sat next to Christian. "I just need to think a bit."

"I know this is all too fast."

Christian sucked in a deep breath. "We barely know each other. Geez, Finn we haven't even had sex, and we're talking about kids and marriage."

"You said you wanted a commitment, a relationship."

"Yes." Christian moved closer to Finn. "Yes, I did, and you are offering me all that I wanted."

"But?"

Christian was quiet for a moment. "I still want it, and you. Tell me something, when we marry and come to live here … the kid thing, is that immediate or can we take a couple of years?"

Finn smiled and put his hands on Christian's waist. "There's no big rush. It can wait; it just needs to be done."

"Okay. I just want some time with you."

"I like that idea." Finn pulled Christian closer and kissed him gently. "Come on, let's get some breakfast. What time do you need to go?"

 

* * *

 

 

Sam watched the two men walk away. It felt all right to him. The one called Christian felt all right. "Finn chose well."

"Soon I must start to teach another the ways and words of humans. To keep us safe and hidden." The job of learning the ways of humans and walking among them fell to his line.

Sam moved from his hiding place when Finn and Christian were out of earshot, and walked back to the hidden entrance to his home.

Once he'd slipped through the slim crack in the rock, the cave began to open up, and he walked downward until he came to a large pool. He climbed into the cool water and dove down under the rocks. He swam for several minutes before coming up into his home.

Their world was just inside the border of the National Park, so they were protected from prying eyes. But Wells Gray wasn't established until November of 1939, so before that, it had been the Greens who watched over them.

His people lived as they always had, but Sam accepted some of the humans’ ways. He learned about them as he made trips out of their home and Sanctuary. The farthest he'd ever been was to find Finn and to remind him of his promise from long ago. Sam was pleased how all his plans had gone, at least so far.

The other thing he enjoyed from the outside was a tablet. He had to sneak it out to recharge the battery pack, but he could listen to audio books, which he found delightful. Sam had also learned how to pinch some bandwidth from the house; granted he had to download things outside the cave because they had no electricity or internet there. But he had learned a few things on his own. He thought perhaps Finn would help him a little bit with the technology.

He had used the money that was given to them by the Greens. Sam had received it from his father, who had been given it some time ago, when Finn's father had still been alive. However, with some persuasion it was accepted by the little store. The store owner actually seemed quite happy with some of the old money.

Sam settled onto his seat and looked at the recharger. "I'll have to go out to charge this tonight. As well as I will need to speak with Finn about replenishing our funds."

The cave was cool and dark, and like most of his distant relatives, he preferred the cool and dark of night, so Sam curled up and slept the daylight hours away.

Sam woke when he heard others moving around and going off in search of food in the series of tunnels. Some of them swam out to forage outside, under the cover of darkness.

His electronics were well-wrapped to keep the water out as he swam, so Sam left the safety of the caves and made his way to the house. As he walked the short distance, he listened to the night and the creatures that sang their songs. He stopped when he got close to the house; he was always careful.

This night it seemed only the light in the study was on, and Sam made his way quietly to the window. He peered through the glass and saw Finn at the heavy wooden desk, writing. Sam tapped on the pane.

 

* * *

 

 

Finn heard a sound and looked up from his laptop. "What's that?"

He rose and moved to the windows. As he pulled back the curtains farther, he smiled and opened the sash. "Sam! Come in."

Sam thrust his package into Finn's hand. "Hold this please."

"Sure." Finn held the still dripping package away from himself. "What's in here?"

Finally inside, Sam pushed the window closed. "It's my tablet and charger."

Finn opened and closed his mouth. "Um, do you have electricity?"

"No, Finn." Sam moved the curtains back and dripped a little on the wool rug. "That's why I am here."

"Oh." Finn sighed.

Sam read Finn's reaction. "I am here to see you too. If I just wanted electricity, I'd use the plugs outside, like usual."

Finn smiled, and knelt down. "You can visit anytime; you know that, I hope." He started to unwrap the electronics. "I'll order you a better case for these. Why are they all wet?"

Sam kneeled down next to Finn. "To get to our home, we must dive and swim for several minutes."

"Wow, I see." Finn plugged in the charger and the tablet. "What do you use these for?"

"Well, I can listen to readings of books, which I like. Sometimes I can come close to the house and I can use the house internet." Sam grinned broadly. "I took me some time to learn how …."

"Yeah, I guess it would if you had no one to help. I'll help you with this stuff anytime you need it."

"Thank you. That will be great because I like to listen to books."

"Do the others?" Finn plugged in the tablet and the charger.

"Not really. They are not interested in humans."

Finn got to his feet and laid the damp wrappings over the back of a chair. "Come on. Let's sit over here and talk. Do you want a drink or anything to eat?"

"No, thank you, Finn." Sam settled on the sofa, his legs drawn up under him. "I saw you yesterday, when you came out to the rocks, with Christian."

"Did you?"

"Yes, it all feels all right. Christian feels all right to me."

Finn smiled at his companion. "Does he? I'm glad. He's a good person."

"I will look forward to meeting him." Sam held on to his knees. "I did not like the first boy I saw you with at your party."

"You mean Trevor? You didn't like him? To be honest, I didn't really know him well."

Sam's eyes widened. "You seemed to know him."

Chuckling, Finn said, "Um, well, I really just wanted to sleep with him. Or I thought I did. All that seems so long ago now."

"Oh, yes. Humans and sex. They seem to like it yet pretend to hate it. Your race is difficult to understand."

"Yes, we are. I have to agree."

"Um, Finn? There is more reason for why I am here. I spent all the money on the charger and tablet, and lots on getting to come to you. I like to keep some money, in case. Do you think you could give me more? I made it last, the last money."

Finn sat up. He'd never heard about payments, but it made sense. "Sure, I can, how much and when did you last get some?"

"Oh, the last came from your father, many of your years ago, but it's all finished now. The man in the store didn't really want to take the older money, but he did seem very interested in some of it."

"My father? That was … wow … I'm sure he did like some of it. Yes, of course I'll make sure you have some."

"We don't need it often." Sam smiled. "I needed it mostly to go and find you."

"Well, from now on, you won't need to go far to do that. I'm selling my house in Toronto, and Christian and I will live here."

Sam grinned. "This is such good news. I hope you will be happy here."

"I was always happy here. I just needed to be out on my own." Finn leaned back and looked up at the plaster ceiling. "I wonder if I'd have left if my father had told me about you."

"Wondering about what is past is a waste of time, Finn. I never think much about the before times, just now. It's better for your brain and your life."

Finn smiled at his friend. "You're right, of course."

The pair talked another hour, and then Sam packed up his recharged tech, ready to return home. "I will see you again soon, Finn."

Sam insisted on climbing out the window he'd come through. Finn stood by and passed him the watertight package. "I'll look forward to it and I'll have some money for you as well."

"Good night, Finn." With this, Sam turned and walked back to the safety of the forest, and then home.

Finn watched his friend. He wondered what would happen to Sam's people if news of them got out. "I just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

 

* * *

 

 

"That soon, Mother?" Finn buttered a slice of cold toast—his favourite—then topped it with homemade blueberry jam.

"Slice of heaven," he thought, as he chewed.

"I didn’t think next week to be overly soon." Cynthia sipped her coffee. "We are ready to go, and you need to run this place. You need to make it your own."

Finn looked at his mom. He wanted to ask a question. "Mom, the money … in the household account. There's a lot in there."

"Yes, dear. Well, it is for the upkeep of this place, believe me this place costs a lot to run."

Finn put down his toast and wiped his fingers and mouth with a linen napkin. "Mother, I mean where does it all come from?"

Cynthia looked at her son like she was seeing him for the first time. "Come from? Well, that information was never shared with the wives. You can speak with Mr. Gotlieb, and he can likely tell you. He would just tell me the deposits were made as they always had been. Just like your father and grandfather did."

"Okay, Mom." Finn sat back and picked up his coffee. He pondered the question he'd asked of his mom, and her response. It seemed to rile her up, but he understood why. "Time to break the cycle I think. I'll call Mr. Gotlieb." He wondered if he'd receive a reply.

Later when he was in his office, Finn called the lawyer and asked for a return call.

An hour passed, and Finn was writing when the landline rang.

"Finn Green …."

"Hello Finn, David Gotlieb here."

Finn sat up straighter. "Hello, thank for returning my call."

"Not a problem. How can I help?"

"I wanted some information if you have it. You know nothing was ever passed on to me."

"Yes, I understand. What do you need to know?"

"Well, it's about the source of the money in our household accounts. Where does it come from?"

There was silence on the line. Finn pulled the phone away and looked at it a moment before moving it back and saying, "Mr. Gotlieb, are you there?"

"Um, yes … sorry. You really don't know anything … okay. Well, your great, great, great and maybe more grandfather was a successful gold miner and investor. There is a lot of physical gold, and the funds that are transferred to your account is interest on investments. We haven't touched the physical gold for years. We haven't had to thankfully. Since your father is deceased, and well, you just didn't know about it."

Finn's breath was shallow. "How much … are we talking about?"

"I don’t have the figures right here, but millions, Finn. But there are caveats on the use of the funds. They are not to be used for anything but the care and running of the estate. They are not for the betterment of the family beyond that. That's why you have always had to work, have jobs or careers."

Finn reached for a nearby glass of water and sipped it. "I understand. Wow, I'm just surprised."

"I can understand."

"So, is there anything recorded that tells me what the funds should be and not be used for?"

"I believe so. Let me look for it, and I'll get a copy to you. Anything more, other than these questions?"

After releasing the breath he'd been holding, Finn said, "Thanks… um, no. Not right now. Thank you very much."

"My pleasure," the lawyer said. "Let me know if you have concerns. Frankly, there is no way we can stop you from using your money, but other than one incident I can recall, the funds have been used only for the upkeep of Sanctuary."

"They still will be … I'm not going to go crazy and buy a boat or a castle. I came back here to look after this place, that's all. My own private funds are mine and this other money isn't."

"Good to know, but I'm not surprised. I'll get someone on looking for that document you want and we will get it to you as soon as possible."

Finn thanked the lawyer, and they hung up. After a few moments, Finn replaced the receiver. "Holy shit."

 

* * *

 

 

Sam sat in his small part of the cave and listened to a new book. He was soon joined by Tequkwan.

"What is this?" asked the youngster. He reached out a long slim finger and gingerly touched the warm tablet. He sat but shuffled around beside Sam, who offered the little newt the slim computer.

"It is a human thing, but I can hear their words … books they are called." Sam said the word book in English. He pulled out the headphone jack.

Tequkwan jumped at the sound, and Sam lowered the volume. The little newt looked up at his relative. "What does it mean? Can you understand it?"

"Yes, I understand it. It is English; I learned because our family talks to the humans who protect our land."

"Our family? But not all know this … English."

"No, but someone must learn the ways of them."

"Is that why some dig the yellow metal, uncle?" Tequkwan passed the tablet back.

"Yes, we give it to them, and they help keep the land and us protected here. Not all humans are nice."

The younger one shuffled around to look at his uncle. "No? I've not been out to see them. You were gone for so long, Uncle, did you go to see them?"

Sam smiled. "I did go. Things needed to be right again, so I left to make it so."

They sat for a few moments in silence before the newt spoke very quietly. "Uncle, can you teach me the English?"

"Do you want to learn it?"

"Yes, Uncle I think I do. I'd like to be like you."

"Then I will teach you."

"Can I go out to see humans? With you?"

"Yes, once you've learned some words and understand. I will take you to meet Finn, it is he who protects us now." Sam smiled at the younger one beside him.

From a dish nearby, he picked up a fat worm and held it up. Tequkwan reached for it but Sam held it away.

"In English this is worm. Say it."

Nodding, Tequkwan tried to form the word. "Weorm. Werm, it is funny sounding this English, Uncle."

Sam's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, it is a funny language. They are funny animals." He handed the wriggling creature to the newt, who popped it into his mouth. "Wait until you see one without their coverings."

 

* * *

 

Nora curtsied as Finn sat eating his breakfast. "I've cleaned Mr. Christian's room. Will you be home for lunch, Mr. Finn?"

"Nora, please, you have to stop curtsying."

"I'll try, sir."

Finn closed his eyes for a moment. "Nora, Christian will return this week for a few days. I'm driving into town to pick up my car, and then him. I won't be back for lunch but I can pick up anything you think you may need. Just make a list for me."

"Oh, Mr. Finn, that would be wonderful. Thank you. I'll do that." The young maid tarried. "Sir, may I ask about your mother? I … well, if she's to be gone a while, then I could just cover the furniture in her room, rather than clean it weekly."

Finn chewed his eggs, and nodded as he swallowed. "I think it will likely be a good stretch before she returns. Yes, cover things. I'll text her to ask her to make sure she gives us fair notice before she comes home. How's that?"

Nora smiled, she liked her young boss. "Thank you, that's great. I … I hope … well I hope I don't sound lazy, sir—”

"Not at all. Practical I'd say. No sense in cleaning everything in there weekly while the room will be unused. I'd say it would need vacuuming monthly though. What do you think?"

"Yes, Mr. Finn. That seems very sensible. I'm making up my schedule, so now I can finish it properly."

"That's a great idea." Finn considered the young woman. "I know this house is big and you have a lot to do. Nora, if you need help, or things seem too much, you will come and tell me. This isn't Upstairs, Downstairs, okay? I mean you can come and talk to me; that's what I want you to know."

"I will, Mr. Finn. Thank you. It's why I'm doing the schedule, so I don’t get overwhelmed and can keep on top of things."

"Nora, bring your schedule out here and get some coffee for yourself. Let's do this together. It will help me understand things, and make sure I'm being fair."

"Yes, sir."

Nora and Finn sat together for an hour going over the household duties; Finn made a few changes to help his employee.

"I do not want you dragging that vacuum cleaner up and down the stairs. Tell me the type you want and I'll buy one we can leave upstairs."

Together they made a list.

"Nora, this is great. I feel much better." Finn finished his coffee and replaced the cup. "I think we should meet regularly to talk about things, and I want you to know, if you ever need to just talk, or need anything, you must come to me, okay?"

"I like that idea, Mr. Finn." Nora smiled at her boss. "And thank you for that, I will."

"Excellent. Right, well I better get moving." Finn stood up. "Add anything else you can think of to that list, while I get ready to drive to town and pick up the new car, and then Christian."

"I will, right away."

Two hours later, Finn was at the dealership, signing documents and waiting for his new Hyundai Kona. He'd returned the rental and then taken an Uber to the car lot. Now he sat on a hard chair near the salesman's desk.

"Here we are, sir." Mel, the salesman strode toward Finn holding out some keys. "There are instructions for the smart phone app as well."

Finn stood up and shook hands with Mel. "Excellent. Thanks very much. I appreciate the service."

"My pleasure; nice to meet you, Mr. Green." Mel walked toward the door with Finn and they walked out to the new gray vehicle together.

Finn opened the door and climbed in. Mel gave him a few more pointers and reminders about the dashboard and its buttons and features.

Mel held the door for a moment. "It's full. First tank is on us. Enjoy it; call us if you have any questions."

"Thanks. That's great." Finn started the SUV, as Mel pushed the driver's side door closed. He stepped back and waved.

Finn, waved back and drove out of the lot slowly, turned right and headed to the airport to pick up Christian.

He parked and walked in, knowing where flight crew exited. He stood watching the planes take off. "They're still amazing to watch."

Finn jumped a little when he felt the hand on his lower back. He turned slightly to find Christian beside him.

"Hey."

Finn stood up and smiled. "Hey. Welcome home."

Christian kissed his boyfriend lightly. "You okay? You were daydreaming."

"Yeah, I'm good. Just watching the planes, and waiting for you."

"Have I told you how nice it is that you do that. Pick me up, I mean?"

Finn turned around fully, and Christian stepped closer. "Not in so many words, no, but I'm glad you like it."

"I'm beat. How about we go home?"

"I like that."

"What?"

"That you call it home." Finn grinned, and picked up Christian's bag.

They began walking to the exit and parking. Christian slipped his hand into Finn's.

"Know what else, Finn?"

"What?"

"I want to know when I can say you're my husband." Christian glanced at Finn. "And I really think we should redecorate the Master bedroom, and move in there, sooner rather than later."

"I guess we need to firm up our plans."

"Yeah, I guess we do."

They walked quietly for a few minutes. "I have the new car out here. And I have to make a short stop to pick up something for Nora."

"Where do we have to go?"

"Canadian Tire. I'm buying her a vacuum to keep up on the second floor." Finn stopped in front of his new car. "Here we are."

Christian glanced at Flynn. "That's one of those new Hyundai Kona. It's really a nice looking thing. Love this colour." He walked around the vehicle.

"It's called Lake Silver." Finn leaned against the car. "Personally I really liked the Acid Yellow … but I chickened out."

Christian stood at the front of the SUV with his right hand on his hip. "You chickened … if you liked it you should have gotten it."

"To me it screamed gay … I hate to draw that kind of attention."

"Seriously?" Christian eyes widened. "You hold my hand in public, you've hugged and kissed me in the middle of an airport and you're suddenly afraid to draw attention to the fact you are gay because you liked a car in a shade of yellow?"

Finn unlocked the doors. "Okay … maybe I'm not afraid of that, but a man driving a yellow car. What will people think?"

"Who cares? Do they have to drive a yellow car? I've seen that colour on TV, and we are not talking sunshine or daffodil yellow."

"The point is moot now, isn't it?" Finn pulled open the driver's-side door.

"Yes, I suppose it is, or maybe not."

"Are we going to argue about this?"

"No, Finn, but you have to see why I'm concerned." Christian opened the passenger-side door, and shoved his bag into the rear seat. He slid into the front seat.

Finn sat in the driver's seat and stared at the man beside him. "Is it such a huge concern? I felt weird in a car that colour. If I was straight I'd have felt weird in a car that colour. I felt much more at home in the gray, but I do like the other one."

"Okay." Christian pulled on his seat belt.

"What?" Finn turned again. "What? Let's start as we mean to go on, Christian. If you think I'm wrong, or have something to say. Don't bottle it up. I don't want this kind of relationship, that kind I mean."

Christian faced his boyfriend. "Look, this is silly. I'm reading way too much into this. You like the colour but don't want drive around in it. It's like me being okay wearing pink and while you like me in it, you'd never wear it."

"Yes, like that." Finn started the Kona. "I'm not ashamed of who I am, or us, Christian. If straight guys can hold hands with their wives, I can hold hands with you."

"Are you saying I'm the girl?"

Finn laughed. "You're lucky we're in this car or else I'd kiss that smirk off your face."

Christian joined in the laughter. "You can just turn your head, you know."

Smiling, Finn leaned toward Christian, whose lips met his halfway.

They drove home, enjoying the new car after stopping to pick-up the vacuum cleaner.

Once they'd returned to Sanctuary, Finn took the vacuum upstairs, with Christian following. As each suite had its own bathroom, the previous bathroom on the second floor had been turned into a storage/utility closet, and this was where Finn stored the new vacuum cleaner.

"That's better. Nora should not have to haul that thing up and down stairs." Finn closed the storage room door.

He eyed Christian, who stood beside him with this bag in hand. Finn grinned. "What?"

"Just wondering what room to go into?"

"Oh, yes." Finn chuckled. "You did say something about the Master Bedroom as soon as possible…."

"After redecorating!"

"Mmmm, you have something against pink walls and rose wallpaper?" Finn put his hands on Christian waist. "As soon as possible, you said." Finn kissed his boyfriend, pulling him closer.

Christian groaned softly as he let himself be moved. Dropping his bag, he slipped his arms around Finn and pressed against him. They broke the kiss and just stood together hugging.

"So, Finn, your room or mine, until we fix up ours?" Christian whispered.

The soft breath on his neck made Finn shiver. "Your room. Are you sure about this?"

"Mmm, yeah, I am. Even though there's no ring."

"Oh, I see. So that's what this is all about, eh?"

"I'm so transparent."

Finn kissed Christian’s cheek. "Your room is good, as long as you're sure you're ready."

"I am. Can we look at the Master bedroom, Finn? I mean is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay. Mom was serious about us taking it." Finn took Christian hand. "No time like the present."

Together they walked down the hall and entered the large Master bedroom. Christian went in before Finn.

"Wow, this is really nice."

"Yeah, I think we'd want new wallpaper and paint."

Christian turned to face Finn. "Yeah, the pink is a bit overwhelming. What about the furniture?"

"Well, I think we should get furniture we both like. We can take the stuff out of your room and then put Mom's stuff in there. I think we need to shop."

"We have some work to do. So, if your mom is moving in my room, then we can put her stuff in your room for now and get started on our room, while I'm here … home."

Finn nodded. "Okay, if you want to. What colours are you thinking of? I'll tell you now, I'm not good at design."

"Lucky for you then, because I am." Christian walked through the space. "Look at the windows in here. There will be a lot of light, once those draperies go. We could go for something in browns and forest green on that wall."

"Two colours I'm fond of. So, yeah, okay." Finn grinned. "Let's do it."

Finn held Christian close from behind. They looked out of the window to a view of the mountains and miles of pine forest.

"After we do this … then we'll sort out our wedding?"

"Yes … the sooner the better." Finn kissed Christian’s neck. "You know … let's just hire someone to paint this for us."

"Are you sure?" Christian turned around to face Finn.

"We have a lot to do. I think it's better. I'll find out who my mother used when she redid the bedrooms."

"Okay."

"Good, then we can start to work on the wedding. Any date you'd prefer?"

"We could just elope, Finn."

Finn smiled, but the look on Christian face made him pause. "You're not serious?"

"No, but it doesn't need to be some huge affair, does it?"

"No, it can be what we want it to be."

"Does it need to be here?"

"Christian, no it doesn't. Let's go downstairs, get some coffee and a notepad. Settle in the office and work this out, okay?"

Christian reached for Finn's hand. "Yeah, good."

After a pot of coffee, a long call to Christian’s parents, and an email to Finn's mother, it was decided. Their wedding would be in Christian’s hometown of Lumsden, Saskatchewan, so his family could attend.

"Okay, Mom … Yes, sure get that organized for us … Perfect … We will fly out to see you before that, yes … Okay, love to Dad. Love you too … Bye, Mom."

Christian smiled at Finn, who had been watching as his boyfriend called home. "All okay?"

"Yes, she's happy to arrange that. Thanks for doing it there, Finn."

Leaning over, Finn kissed Christian on the cheek. "It's better this way, and I want to see your family. See you where you lived."

"We're doing the right thing, aren’t we? I mean it's not too fast?"

Finn drew Christian into an embrace. "You know, I've just known, since that first day I came to meet you in the airport, that it's right. I simply feel it."

Christian relaxed into his boyfriend's warmth. "Okay."

They sat quietly together for several minutes before Christian got to his feet.

"I'm just going to get some air. I just would like to have a bit of time on my own. Is that okay?"

Finn rose also. "Yes of course. Are you okay? I mean, if you're concerned or worried, you'd say so?"

"I would." Christian caught Finn's hands in his. "Just want to think, that's all babe. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay. I've got to look for the decorator Mom used and get that ball rolling."

"Good, back in a bit."

Finn smiled and caught Christian in his arms. "Don't forget, we are making our own dinner tonight. Nora's night off."

"Right. I won't be long. Just gonna get some fresh air."

They kissed, and Christian left the office and headed to the vestibule. He put on his jacket, opened the front door and stepped outside. Christian checked his watch; it was close to 4pm. Christian walked up the drive, but remembered that Finn had mentioned something about a well.

"I'll go around the back and see if I can find it."

He picked his way around the side of the house. It was rather overgrown. Christian made it through the thick copse of trees and overgrown bushes to what was the back garden.

Christian took in the now-dry pond. "Be nice to bring that back again." He walked around it. "Fill it with koi and water lilies." Leaving the lifeless water feature, Christian made his way to the old patio. Beyond it was a flower garden, which was obviously well looked after.

"That's very nice stone, or would be when we get the moss off of it." Christian slowly turned around. "It would be wonderful to make this garden ours, livable again, useable again. Some nice furniture, we could have coffee here. Spend more time out here."

Christian dug at some moss with the toe of his running shoe. He looked farther back and walked toward the trees at the back. "Let's find this well, then."

After several minutes, Christian saw what looked like it could be a well. He reached it and pulled away the deadly nightshade that was growing over it. "So pretty …."

"Yes, pretty, but it can kill you."

"Huh?" Christian whirled around. In front of him was a naked …."Naked, what?"

"Naked?" Sam looked down at himself. "I guess to you I am."

Christian stood still. He blinked. He drew in, held and released a deep breath. The thing—creature—stared back at him. Realization slowly came to Christian.

"I know you, well, I've seen you before. You were with Finn, but ... what are you?"

"Sam. I am Sam. I am Finn's friend."

Christian stared. He was rooted to the spot and his heart pounded in his chest. He spoke to the creature softly. "You may be, but you are not human."

"No, I am not, Christian."

"You know my name?"

"Yes, Finn told me." Sam cocked his head. "You will be his mate."

"I … yes."

"You are confused. Finn told me about you, because he has to. Finn's family protects us—"

"What? Protects who? Who are you?"

Sam smiled. "Please don't worry. Finn doesn't want secrets from you. So, I came to tell you. Would you like to hear a story, Christian?"

"Sam!"

Both Sam and Christian turned.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Finn stepped closer, and stopped next to Christian.

"Finn! I am going to tell Christian our story."

Finn knew he was caught. He looked at Christian and smiled weakly. He had to trust that the right thing was about to happen. Finn drew in a deep breath, and nodded. "Okay, but let's go inside so we can be comfortable and talk properly."

Christian reached for Finn's hand. "Good idea, let's go."

Sam nodded and followed the couple.

They settled in the office. Sam held a bottle of Perrier.

"I'm right? You're not human?" Christian sat forward. He was beside Finn on the leather chesterfield.

Across from them, Sam perched on the matching brown chair. "No, we are not human. We are related to salamanders, in your language."

Christian eyes widened. "But you can talk, think, so humans are not the only intelligent species. That’s great, but why don't we know about you?"

Sam smiled. "What would happen to us if your kind knew? What has your kind done to strangers, or even within your own species just because they were different?"

Christian’s smile faded as Sam spoke; as he realized the truth.

Sam saw Christian’s expression change, and continued to speak. "The first Green also realized what would happen. The first Green was a good man. He did not ask for our help, we gave it, as we have since that time. The Greens have protected us, and we help them."

"But things have changed—"

"No!" Sam was on his feet. "NO, they have not. Your kind kills each other, because of religion, because of skin colour, even you! You two, Gay you call yourselves, people hate you, because of who you mate with."

Sam walked around the room as he spoke. "I have read many of your books, your history. It is horrible what your kind can do. Zoos, marine parks—did you know dolphins speak? Think?—apes your closest relatives, what you do to them … wars filled with untold, hard to imagine horrors, yet you seem not to care for the most part. Can you see why now, Christian? Why we do not want to be known about?"

Christian gazed up at Sam. He eyes glistened. His reply was a whisper. "Yes."

"Sam …." Finn spoke softly. "That's enough."

Sam sighed softly and retook his seat. "I have to make you understand. That is my role, my family's role to protect my home and my people."

"I know." Finn glanced over to Christian and smiled at him. "We know."

"Good. I am sorry I was blunt."

"Well, as you say, humans aren't the best at a lot of things. Listening is one of them."

Sam looked to Christian. "Do you still with to hear the story?"

"Yes. I'd still like to, Sam."

Sam grinned. "Excellent. I love to tell this story."

 

* * *

 

 

“It was many years ago now. Many generations of Greens have come and gone. The first Green was a kind man. Quiet and determined though. I was not yet even an egg when my ancestors met him and decided to help him ….

Jedidiah Green came here to search for yellow metal, you call it gold. We watched him digging, but he filled in places where he'd been. He left the world as it was, and he did not hurt small animals or the trees. He did not leave many traces of himself behind.

My ancestors watched Jedidiah Green as he came back over several of your years, but he never found much of the yellow metal. So, the ancestors decided to help him.

So, because he was so careful, our people dug up the yellow metal for him, we left it where he would find it.

My oldest ancestor would stay close by; he listened to the sounds the human made. He learned the word for the yellow metal was gold. The old one listened often to the man as he spoke to himself. After they began leaving the gold for him, the man often spoke, it seemed, to the air and trees.

"Please tell me who you are? Why do you leave this for me? I am only grateful and wish to thank you. I do not wish to hurt you."

After much time and talking, the oldest and closest to death, an elder, said he would go and talk to the human. He would die soon anyway and this could be his last sacrifice for his people, if the human turned mad and killed him.

The elder approached Jedidiah's small camp one day when he'd learned a few words. "I come. Speak you."

The man stumbled back. "What are you? Who?"

"We dig for you gold."

"You dig?" Jedidiah squatted down. "Thank you. I am so grateful … but why?"

"You want. You good. No hurt world." The elder smiled as best as he was able.

"It's not my work, but the kindness of others. It should be used to better something."

"You help keep you away."

"Me? You mean others like me?"

"Yes, o...thers." The elder nodded. "They hurt world. Hurt us."

"Yes. Can you show me where you get the gold? Maybe I can use the gold to buy the land here, and keep others away."

The elder heard the words and nodded. "I show."

Sam looked to each of the men with him. "So Jedidiah bought all the land here. My people dug some gold for him, and in return he made Sanctuary."

Christian looked at Finn. "My God, is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. All those years of gold are banked, or in bars now. We do not spend it, except to run Sanctuary. My clothes, food, car, vacations, and wedding, are from my own funds."

"That's pretty incredible."

Finn nodded. "It is and so you see why this place is special. Why we cannot tell anyone. Why we need to work and have our own careers."

"I understand, Finn. You and Sam have my word. I won't discuss Sanctuary outside of us, of here."

Finn sighed as did Sam. They glanced at each other, all smiling now. Finn spoke first.

"So, Sam, can you stay? I'm cooking breakfast for dinner, which means bacon."

"Mmm. Thank you, Finn, but no, I cannot. You and Christian likely want to talk, and I have some responsibilities to complete." Sam got to his feet and went to the window and pushed it open.

"Sam! We do have doors here."

"I know, but the window is so satisfying." He grinned, his yellow eyes flashed. "I will see you soon Finn, and Christian."

Both men were on their feet and said goodbye to Sam.

Finn walked over and closed the window once his friend was safely through it. He watched for a moment as Sam slipped into the safety of the forest. Then he returned to sit beside Christian.

"Are you okay?"

Christian smiled. "Yes … oddly, yes, I think I am. Knowing explains a lot."

"Good. I'm glad. Glad it's out now as well. I don't like to keep secrets."

Finn leaned over and kissed Christian’s cheek. "I'll go start dinner."

"No."

"No?"

Christian took Finn's hand. "Dinner can wait."

"Can it?"

"Yes." Christian got to his feet. "Let's go upstairs."

"Okay." Finn stood beside his boyfriend.

"We can eat later. Right now, I want you."

Finn grinned, accepted his boyfriend's hand; and followed his lead.

 

* * *

 

The wedding, the merging of families was a happy time. The honeymoon on a small, quaint, tropical island had been peaceful and fun. Returning home to Sanctuary was like breathing again. The place and its secrets meant a lot to both men.

Finn's writing had become more popular. Christian still worked for Eagle Air, though he'd moved to an office position close by.

They made a habit of walking together each evening in the warm months. This night was no different. They walked hand in hand.

"What about an heir to all of this?" Christian asked.

"Guess that depends. Adopt or find a surrogate?"

"Girl or boy, or a baby? Who's the dad though?"

Finn squeezed his husband's hand. "You are the girl remember."

Christian laughed. "You didn't say that last night!"

They stopped while still in the forest, but in sight of the house, and held on to each other, Finn said, "You know, I'd love to write this story … about my family looking after Sam and his world."

"So, why don't you?"

"There will be questions about where I got the idea … assuming people like the story."

"I'm sure you'll think of an answer to that question." Christian waved his hand. "After all, the scenery is very inspiring."

"Yeah, it is. I guess I could just say it was a writing prompt I found online. Like it was Prompt Number 603 … The Promise."

"That works for me, babe."

Finn laughed, slipped his arms around his husband and gazed into his eyes.

Around them the trees bent closer to catch his words. "I love you."

“I love you too.”

To Finn, they were a very satisfying sound indeed.

 

 

The End