D-G: Gyah! I really shouldn't be starting another fic! But this idea was soooooo irresistible! My love of Oliver has excelled me once again! Lol, only this time, Oliver has a nice father (cough-'Friends?'-cough) lolol.

Title: Amour Ardent
Summary: Because of a busy schedule, Oliver can't attend the Majestics' reunion. Well, not biggy- he can attend the one next year! ...But what if there isn't a next one for the French boy? (no major pairings) ---(a first for me lol)
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing, character death...
Prenotes: I will seriously need a bodyguard by the end of this chapter... /sigh/

Oliver Polanski was a very busy teen; yet he loved it… well, most of it.

He now (since he was old enough) co-ran the L'mange restaurant with his father. He did some of the cooking, some of the serving (but none of the cleaning of course) and unsurprisingly, got to be the all-round boss.

The only downside was not being able to attend the Majestics' reunion. It was a bummer, but Enrique had convinced him that the Italian would come down and see him afterwards; and there was always the reunion for next year…

…but what if there wasn't a next year?

Pale blue eyes opened blearily, blinking away sleeping. He stretched his legs, curling his toes and feeling content as they clicked. He relaxed, just settling for lying there and enjoying the sunlight that streamed in through the gap in the curtains. The whole atmosphere in his room was so peaceful…

"Giancarlo! Get your arse out of bed!"

Enrique winced. Okay, so his room was peaceful, but the corridor certainly wasn't with Johnny around…

"Fine yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist, your highness." He called back.

"Why you little-!"

"Johnny, I must insist that you stop yelling!" He heard Robert's voice now. "Enrique," Robert called through the door, "get out of bed. It is past midday and Oliver would certainly not let you sleep this far into the day."

Enrique sighed. "Fine, yeah… m'up…" Just as soon as he said that, he sneezed, groaning afterwards.

He heaved himself up and swung his legs over the edge, stretching his arms above his head and grunting when they clicked too.

"Need to ring Oli…" He muttered to himself. "Find out how he deals so well with McGregor…"

"Still no answer?"

Enrique shook his head and put the phone back down on the coffee table that sat before the couch he was sitting on.

"It said about not being able to establish a connection or something." The blonde said to Robert.

"Well, Enrique, The L'mange Restaurant is a well-known and highly busy place." Robert reasoned. "They might have unplugged the phone to concentrate. After all, I'm guessing you rung the private line…"

The Italian nodded. "Yeah, course." And he turned on the television, switching to the satellite radio networks.

"No sign of Oliver?" Johnny asked as he walked in, carrying a glass of milk.

"No, he's probably busy." Enrique replied. He eyed the glass. "Milk, McGregor?" The blonde smirked devishly. "Does little puddy-tat wuv his milky-wilky?"

Johnny glared but shrugged nonetheless. "Watching my intake on minerals and stuff."

"Whatever…"

"I'm over the great uptown Paris, Chris, in the Eye In The Sky!" Came a female voice from the TV that Enrique had been watching. Luckily, Robert had basically all the channels in Europe to watch - British Radio included. "Hovering over the L'mange Restaurant which has caught fire! Luckily I was in town to see this-"

The milk Johnny was drinking was sprayed out from his mouth, Robert's jaw fell in an un-gentleman-ly gesture and Enrique went silent for once in his life as the three watched what simply looked like a gigantic fireball.

"Firefighters surrounded the burning restaurant within minutes and ambulances and police appeared soon after. The cause is not known, but I'll give the lowdown on any events."

"Are there any casualties?" A male voice asked.

The three waited with baited breath…

"Unfortunately, Chris, no one has been seen escaping or being rescued from this inferno. Hold on Chris, I'm just getting some news in from my ear piece from our correspondent down on the ground." There was a pause. "This is a disaster Chris! An absolute disaster! I'm receiving news that the owner, Monsieur Emile Polanski, and his son, Oliver Polanski of the Majestics team, were inside the building when it went up in flames. The cause, still, is not known, but the main suspects are terrorism, arson and assassination - investigations are commencing as we speak. Back to you in the studio."

'Assassination… assassination… assassination…'

That one word was repeated over and over again in Enrique's mind…

"Oliver's… dead…"

D-G: >.>... . yup, me needs a bodyguard!

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(Big thank you to CC Queen Queen of Death for agreeing to be my BETA tester for this fic)