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"You should go now, before your father gets here. He's on his way."

"Help me move him into my old bedroom. I need to contact someone."

Hours later...

Jacob looked up from his seat beside the bed and closed his laptop. "The e-mail worked! Roderick just sent us an address. They're going to meet us and take us to the others."

His mother walked into the bedroom. "Your father's going to be here in five minutes. You have to leave, now."

The young man got up and clutched at Paul trying to help him up, "Come on, I need to get you out of here. Come on."

"No, no!

"We have to go."

"No, no."

"Come on. Dad's going to call the police. We need to go."

"You owe me."

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to just leave you here."

"Just go."

"I wouldn't do that to you. Come on."

"You owe me."

"What?"

"You owe me."

(flashback)

"Please? I want my life to mean something. It's really all I ever wanted. It's perfect, it's perfect. You can do this, you can do this."

As he backed away, Jacob held his hand up using the other to push Paul back onto the bed. "Just a moment." He leaned out the door. "Mom, please. I'm begging you. Can you buy us some time?"

His mother rolled her eyes in exasperation and grabbed her cell. She walked into the kitchen to make the call. Jacob stood near the door watching her pace back and forth as she talked to the man. A few minutes later she hung up and he walked toward her.

She gathered up her purse as she moved toward the door. "I managed to convince your father to meet me in town for dinner. At most you'll have a little over an hour before we get back. Please leave by then." She regarded him tearfully then left without looking back.

Jacob went back into the bedroom and sat down next to his lover, "We've got some time."

Paul looked at him gratefully, "Jacob... thank you. I love you"The young man began taking off his clothes. The dying man looked at him in confusion "...what are you doing?"

"I owe you this too. I want to do this." Paul hurt. He was feverish hot and the knife wound was a dull ache radiating from his stomach but he couldn't help his reaction to his partner's naked body. He let his head fall back on the pillow. If this was the way Jacob wanted to do it, he wasn't going to argue. The blond disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back carrying a jar of Vasoline. He held it up ruefully, "It's all I could find." Paul smiled as he straddled him on the bed.

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Paul's arms fell limply onto the bed and Jacob gazed down at his face in bewilderment and sadness.

Jacob leaned forward clutching his lover's head in his hands and kissed him desperately on the lips. "I love you..." he whispered, "I love you."