Author's Note: Ahh Hi! :D Okay so I was thinking on when my next story should be and I realised that I haven't really done a Marco and Dylan reunion thing after Marco broke up with him for wanting an open relationship, so I decided to write one :D I hope you guys like it!

P.S. I'm officially obsessed with these two :P I had my first ever dream about them ahahaha it was odd :P They were captured but then all of the sudden they got married :P I have no idea what that means but I don't care :D It was entertaining :)

Summary: Dylan's back in town after Marco broke up with him for wanting an open relationship. How will Marco take seeing him after so long? Read and Review! :)

Disclosure: I do not own Degrassi, nor any of these characters...and that's all I'm going to say on the matter :)

Rating: I'm going to go ahead and say...mmmm probably K+ :)

Hell Hath No Fury

Chapter One

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"Really?" Paige Michalchuk hissed in his ear, carefully keeping her tone low so their study hall teacher wouldn't take notice. "Is that absolutely neccessary?" Marco del Rossi's eyes never left the text book that he was staring so adamantly at as his blonde friend, more or less, yelled at him from the seat to his right. Papers, pens, and books lay sprawled across his desk that Marco was sitting at. Way in the back, away from the distractive, obnoxious teenagers. Luckily for him, they decided to sit in the front today. Unusual, yes, but they had a substitute. And most study hall substitutes were lenient. Plus, they got a huge window in the front that let in the sunshine. Lucky ducks.

But feeling Paige's glare intensify at the lack of a response, he yanked himself out of his musings. He continued to bang his pen against the table top in an irritating rhythm as he replied, "If you want me to pass my history exam it is." Okay, so maybe he was only hitting his pen now because she had so rudely interupted him, but ah well. He'd never admit that. To her face. He rather liked all his limbs being attached to his body.

"Can't you find some other fidgeting thing to do?" She huffed, eyeing the pen with distaste like it had just insulted her. "I mean, really, it's annoying."

Marco rolled his eyes, the only sign that her words were actually making it into his brain. "Shocker. Now can I please get back to this?" He gesticulated towards his textbook. "I didn't study last night and I'm pretty sure my parents will kill me if I fail, so if you don't mind..."

Paige was silent for a moment. It was so completely unlike her that it made Marco wary. He almost preferred her persistent chatter to this. The dark haired boy loved Paige to death. He really did, but it was never wise to be alone with the girl when she felt like conversing. She could talk someone to death. "Okay Paige, what is it?" he asked exasperately, flinging his pen on to his table. "You're never this quiet. Never."

"I thought you wanted to study," she retorted, crossing her arms for just a second before giving up on the silent treatment. "Look I...don't hate me okay?"

Marco simply raised an eyebrow.

"I...sort of invited Dylan over for spring break."

The whole world stopped turning. The Italian gaped at his friend, feeling an odd combination of anger, betrayal, and...butterflies. "What?" he choked out, not quite believing his ears. "Why? Why would you...knowing he...Paige!"

Sensing Marco's rapidly growing fury, she hurriedly cried, "He's my brother Marco! And besides it...wasn't initially my idea."

"And who's was it, pray tell? Your parents?"

"His." She paused. "And it wasn't just to see my family either."

Marco was dumbstruck. Why in the world would Dylan come back for any other reason? It couldn't be for him, not after everything he put him through. If he had really loved him anyway, he wouldn't have hurt him so badly. So it had to be for something else. "Uh, what other reason is there?"

Paige squirmed in her seat, like she was dying to tell him something but had been forbade to do so. "Think about it," she pleaded, obviously in much pain at not being allowed to tell him.

So he thought about it, and though he would never admit it, he felt an odd sort of dread as he replied, "He...has a boyfriend?"

The blonde nearly groaned. "Not quite. More like he's chasing an ex." Silence "A recent ex." More silence. "Who happens to be Italian, gorgeous, and sitting right beside me."

Marco looked to see who was sitting on her left.

"Marco!" she cried, smacking his shoulder. "It's you you idiot!" So much for secrecy.

He seemed to be in a daze. "What? Why? Why would he come back for me?" he demanded furiously. "He broke my heart! He doesn't have the right to come back looking for me!" His face was starting to get very red. "He has no damn right!"

"Marco," Paige began in a gentler tone, attempting to place a hand on his arm.

"No," he snarled, standing up. Looking towards the mildly surprised substitute teacher, he said in a monotone, "Excuse me sir, I need to go to the washroom."

The teacher simply nodded in reply and Marco stormed out of the classroom, fueled by his anger. Dylan had told him that he had wanted to 'open things up a bit.' He wanted to flirt and make out with other guys, not caring that Marco could be right in front of him. It killed the younger boy to see it. Marco obviously had not been enough for him then, why in the world did Dylan all of the sudden think he would be now?

The brown haired boy pushed open the washroom door and was momentarily relieved to find it empty. He turned on the sink and splashed water on to his face, trying to calm himself down. It worked for all of maybe half a second. But then his thoughts went right back to Dylan again.

It just wasn't fair! It took Dylan a year to finally decide that Marco was alright to be with? Who knows how many guys he'd hooked up with? Did that mean that their time together had meant...nothing to him? Did he only want him back simply because he could find no one else at the moment? Why am I even thinking about this? Marco irately asked himself. It doesn't matter what he's done or what his intentions are. We are not going to get back together. So stop dwelling over it.

It bugged Marco slightly that he continued to do so.

Dylan Michalchuk sat on his bed, gazing into his yearbook. His eyes had been trained on one particular picture for the last half hour. He barely even blinked, afraid that within those brief miliseconds where the photo was out of view, it would disappear.

Just like Marco did.

It was of Marco and himself of course. They both grinned stupidly at the camera, Dylan's golden curls and blue eyes alight with happiness. He had his arm wrapped securely and protectively around Marco's waist, who did the same.

Most Likely To Stay Together. That was what their caption said. That was what they had been labeled. It pained Dylan to know that that wasn't true.

But what he really focused on, was the slight blush on Marco's cheeks at having the camera capture their love, and how light his eyes looked. The last time Dylan had seen Marco's eyes they were cold, hurt, and...dark.

Dylan shivered, hating that memory. No matter how much time had passed since then, it was Marco's eyes that repeatedly appeared in his nightmares. They stared at him accusatorily, tears slowly erupting in them. And no matter how much Dylan wanted to try to make them stop crying, he couldn't open his mouth to say the words that would make it alright. Lately, those nightmares were becoming more frequent.

The blonde needed Marco. He had no idea what sick disease had possessed him back then, but he knew he needed him. Now more than ever.

Somehow...somehow he needed to prove to Marco that he'd changed. That he wasn't the cocky jerk he had been. He had to prove that he was as pefect as Marco was. As kind, smart, giving, funny, and downright amazing as he was.

The problem was, the only person who fit all those discriptions and more was, well... Marco.

But suddenly his phone rang, startling the older boy. "He-?" His voice was slightly hoarse from emotion, so he cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Dyl? I think we've got a more complicated job than we thought," came his sister's voice seriously.

"Marco hates me, doesn't he?" His heart fell through the floor.

"Hate's a strong word..."

Dylan threw himself on the bed. "I knew it! I knew he would," he said sadly. "Just...please tell me he's not...he's not with..." he couldn't even finish the sentence. The thought of another person comforting his Marco, kissing his Marco, holding his Marco...was too painful to even say.

He now understood why Marco had been so upset at the open relationship. How stupid was he?

"No, he's not with anyone right now hon," Paige remarked, relieved at the fact that she could honestly say this to her love struck brother. "But...you may want to maybe...act quickly? There's this guy named Tim who seems to have developed a major crush on Marco, and he basically goes wherever he goes."

Dylan instantly hated him. He rubbed his face, feeling suddenly exhausted. "Paige what do I...what do I do? Am I...am I wrong for trying to get back together with him?"

There was a slight pause before Paige asked warily. "Do you think this is wrong?"

"No, I...yes...no! I don't know Paige!" Dylan cried, frustrated almost to tears. "It feels so right to be with him, but I'm afraid I'll just screw everything up for him if I try and he doesn't want me! I don't want him to feel anymore pain because of me. I'm just...scared Paige."

"Hon, don't worry," she replied sympathetically. "I'm sure he's just as scared as you-"

"Maybe, but I- wait..." he paused suspiciously. "Wait, how do you know? Paige...you didn't tell him did you?"

"Ummm..."

"Paige!" he exclaimed. "I told you specifically not to!"

"I know, I know!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I just can't keep things from my best friend!"

"Paige, the whole reason I said not to was because he might try to run away! I mean, he can drive!"

"He has school Dylan," Paige stated the obvious. "Marco is so not one to skip school. You should know that."

The blonde hockey player sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah...yeah I suppose you're right...just next time remind me to never tell you anything ever again."

"But hon," she said sweetly. "How on earth will I ever help you out with them if you don't tell me?"

Damn. She had him on that one. "Just get your butt home, I haven't seen you yet," he smiled slightly.

"On my way!"

Dylan hung up, briefly distracted from all things Marco by the thought of seeing his sister for the first time since he started University.

Briefly.

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