Secrets Told

Just a fairly quick little something I got a random idea for.

Summary: May Oak was sworn to utter silence when she found out the secret about her brother and Tracey but she just couldn't resist telling her grandfather. How's Gary going to handle this one?

Rated T for safety I guess.

Disclaimer – I own the storyline, my interpretation of the characters, and nothing else.

Chapter One: Discovery

She had always known there was something about her brother that didn't quite add up. Honestly, the boy was nineteen and he'd never had a girlfriend; he'd never even been on a date with a girl, nor had he ever had a one night stand with a girl. At least, if he had he'd never told her and May Oak liked to think that her little brother told her everything. Her grandfather had suggested that perhaps Gary was simply nervous or shy with girls and May had to scoff at that – nervous and shy were not words anyone would use to describe that arrogant and spoiled little brat that was her beloved brother. And it wasn't as though he had never had a chance with a girl; how many times had her friends flirted with and fawned over Gary? How many times had they paraded past him in short skirts, skimpy tops, or little bikinis? The answer to both questions was simple: often. After all, her friends absolutely adored the handsome little smartass.

Here were some good questions though: how come her brother never acted on any of the blatant sexual advances; why did he turn down every offer the pretty girls gave him? Why was it he was never the slightest bit fazed whenever he saw the girls in their sexy outfits when many boys would turn scarlet and lose speaking capabilities? One would think he would at least manage a feeble erection whenever one of the girls bent down in front of him to give a glimpse up a skirt or down a shirt that left little to the imagination.

There were three questions that had always been at the back of May's sharp mind. Why did her brother's pretty brown eyes seem to follow her grandfather's lab assistant wherever Tracey went, especially when he happened to be shirtless? Why was it the two boys always seemed to disappear from the face of the planet at the exact same time? And why was it the two seemed to spend every free moment hanging out together?

Ever since Gary had moved home about three years ago to work in the Oak Laboratory, May had noticed the friendship that bloomed practically instantly between the two young researchers. She's also noticed that as-of-yet unexplained depression her brother had gone through for nearly a year after being home for only a few short months, despite Gary's efforts to cover it up. Then she'd noticed the way that depression suddenly dissipated and was replaced with a strange sort of contentment that happened to coincide with a similar happiness that Tracey seemed to be experiencing.

Now though, now everything made sense. Now that she was seeing a certain action taking place before her eyes, things were as clear as the fancy crystal wine glasses downstairs in the kitchen.

Why she had come upstairs she couldn't remember – maybe it was to grab a towel for the pool from the linen closet, maybe it was to grab her sunglasses from her bedroom – it didn't really matter. All thought had been erased from her head as she came across the sight of Gary and Tracey kissing in the hallway outside Gary's bedroom door, totally oblivious to their company. May's bright eyes widened dramatically and she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. They looked so sweet together, she thought, with the way Gary was leaning against the wall behind him with his hands lightly cupping the other boy's face as they kissed. Tracey's hands were resting on Gary's hips, fingers slipping slightly beneath the fabric of the taller teen's shirt. The kiss broke and Gary's hands moved to Tracey's shoulders, slowly trailing up and down his back as he rested his head against Tracey's shoulder.

Well, this was truly the nail in the coffin for May. Her brother was definitely gay and was obviously romantic with their grandfather's lab assistant.

She could help but squeal excitedly at this realization – she knew she had been right all along!

Gary's head snapped up from his boyfriend's shoulder at the squeal his sister issued. "May!" Everything about him screamed shock, anger, and embarrassment as May pounced on the two of them with cheerful hugs and exclamations. Gary finally sighed and gently pushed Tracey away, muttering something about seeing him in the lab later on, before leading his sister into his bedroom. "You know nothing; got it?" he said as he closed the door behind them.

"But, Gary," she whined in response. She so desperately wanted to go tell all of her friends and her grandfather.

"No, May! You can't tell anyone about this – Grandpa can't know, your friends can't know, Delia can't know, Ash sure as hell can't know about this! So you keep your mouth shut about it!"

"You mean I can't tell anyone?" May squeaked in disappointment.

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Not even Grandpa?"

"No."

"Not even Amanda?"

Gary groaned at the reference to his sister's big-mouthed best friend. "You cannot tell any living organism, May! If it is made up of living cells, contains some sort of genetic material, or undergoes any sort of," he visibly struggled for words. "Biological function then you can't tell it!"

May grinned at his exasperated outburst. "So I can't even tell –"

"I don't care if the most complicated thing it's capable of is photosynthesizing! You can't tell anyone or anything! Promise?"

Her grin widened, it was so easy to tell that Gary was a scientist of some sort. "You're a geek, you know that?"

"May…"

"Ok, I promise," she said grudgingly.

"Good," Gary flung open his bedroom door and held it for his older sister.

May grinned, if possible, wider and pranced out of the room. She turned back to face him as she stood in the hallway. "Does this mean you'll go shopping with me?"

"No!" Gary closed the door sharply behind him and stalked across the room to sink into his desk chair. His sister was a smart young woman but she could be a ditz, that was for sure. She could be a blabbermouth as well, which worried him. "Dammit!" He hissed through clenched teeth and hit his hand against the desk he was sitting at, wincing as it stung. He knew she would tell everyone she possibly could by the end of the day. There was no avoiding it.

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