Title: Lunar Eclipse

Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)

Pairing(s): TerrencexZob, TeddyxZick, ZickxElena

Rating: M

Warning(s): Slash, language, sexual and suggestive content, infidelity

Disclaimer: If I owned MA, it would probably suck ass. And also have official (rather than implied) canon TeddyxZick. Which would be totally kick ass.

Other tidbits: After writing and uploading "Identity Crisis," I decided to write a real, more extensive sequel to "Dark Side of the Moon (just like how "Dark Side of the Moon" was an extension of my drabble "The Creation and the Fall")." I rarely do sequels and I didn't want a repeat of "Close Encounters," so I wrote the first three chapters in advance to make sure it doesn't go on life support immediately. Also, I wrote this chapter in a pretty angry mood, so… go figure.

Keep in mind my flame policy is still in effect; for more information, please see the end of my profile.

Well, I guess that's all... Enjoy!

Phase One: Zick beside Himself

Chapter One: Where are they Now?

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Four years of this. Could he take another two years of this?

Probably not, sixteen-year-old Zick thought. One year, let alone four, sucked.

When his father first returned, he believed it was the start of a new, lively, happy life: his mom, his dad, and he—just like a normal nuclear family with a twist.

Like that would happen now! His dad ensured it! So here he was the last four years, shifting from one house to the other, celebrating the holidays without his mom, and spending weekend nights with the radio on full blast to block out his dad's bitching and moaning from the other side of the paper-thin wall. All this because Dad's boyfriend—er, "best friend"—wanted to take it in the ass. It didn't help life got boring after Magnacat was captured.

This weekend reeked of doom and gloom. Zick predicted a match of the previous four years.

This was going to suck.

Zick rode the rust red bicycle he got the year before past the apartment complex's electrical gate with ease. (Now if Zick hadn't shot up six inches over the summer, maybe the bike ride itself wouldn't be so uncomfortable…)

Upon reaching the Bells Ferry, or Southern, building, he got off the bike, and, carrying it, entered, found apartment number 21, unlocked the door, and entered.

"Zick?" Zob called from another room.

"Yeah. Where are you?"

"Kitchen."

Zick placed his bike against the hallway wall and shuffled to the kitchen.

Zob looked tired, rummaging through the cabinets for a snack. The fan was on full blast—odd, considering it was a moderately cool September Friday.

"Don't tell me—we'll get food when Mister Thaur is here."

"One, call him Terrence; you've known him long enough. Two, yes we will. Three, we're having another guest tonight. He's going to be sleeping in your room, so be sure to fix up your room, 'kay?"

"Another guest? Well you better make sure he's not going to try to fuck me or something then."

Zob's face contorted and he pointed a finger at his son to give him a piece of mind, but decided against it. "Trust me—you'll like him," a thinly smiling Zob said.

"You better be right…"

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"Father knows best" rang true that night. Zick just straightened out the faded sleeping bag reserved for his overnight roommate when the doorbell rang at six-eighteen. Mister Thaur—er, "Terrence"—was there.

Mentally noting to sleep with three pillows over his head if a threesome occurred later in the evening, he exited his room. He pictured the other guest to be in his early twenties to late forties, maybe a college student that gelled his hair and got drunk every night at the bar or frat house before fucking and vomiting in a toilet through the morning.

His description was off. Way off.

"Teddy? Is that you?"

Indeed. There he was, shoulder-length blond hair, three days of growth lining his lower jaw, a plain white Yogi Bear shirt and blue jeans.

"Hey, you're right, Dad!" he said, "Zick did shoot up over the summer!"

Zick exchanged a puzzle look. "But Teddy, aren't you not allowed to live with your dad?"

Teddy beamed. "I turned eighteen two weeks ago, remember? That means I can now do whatever I want for the most part. I moved in with my dad on Tuesday."

Wait. Mister—Terrence came over for the night every Friday. Friday nights were often boring because he had to stay with nothing to do while his dad and Terrence went out on a "date." With Teddy in the picture…

To Zob's and Terrence's satisfaction, Zick beamed in the apartment for the first time in four years.