Name: Rhyming Doesn't Equal Friendship

Warnings: Contains Spook/Darren in an established relationship. Also, the lines that seperate story breaks are on the blink, so please read carefully.

AN: I must be insane, starting a multi-chaptered fic in the middle of Script Frenzy. I should probably get the next chapter done in the first week of May, if I get a good response!

Luke entered the room silently, as usual, and no-one noticed he was around until he tapped Gideon on the shoulder. He whipped round quickly, and smiled when he saw what it was.

"Luke, where've you been? Come have a look." He pushed Luke forward through the group to see the object Mia had found earlier that morning. Luke's mouth opened to an "o" in surprise and he tapped his brother's shoulder again to sign something.

'It's beautiful.'

Spook was in a foul mood, having just spent the weekend with his family- his dad, his step-mum and step-siblings. He didn't mind them, he had quite a nice time, really, it was his dad that was the problem. Spook could swear his father hadn't looked at him once the entire weekend.

And he hadn't seen Darren all week- Spook felt like he was getting withdrawal symptoms, for gods sake. When did this happen- he couldn't go two days without the infuriating, adorable, mop of black hair and sandals that was his boyfriend? Admittedly, their relationship was meant to be a secret, because Darren can be a skittish deer at times when it comes to PDA, Spook mused. But god, he missed him.

"Spook?" Mia was reading in the tree house, but she climbed down when she saw him coming. "Ah, it is you. You're back!"

"Didn't take you too long to miss me then?" joked Spook, as she gave him a quick hug. "What's been going on since Friday?" They started walking side by side.

"Well, we did the archaeology, digging thing that Clive was on about? And you'll never guess what we found."

"What?"

"A crystal!"

"Oh." No offence, Mia, thought Spook, but I was hoping for something a little more interesting. She laughed at him.

"Don't jump to conclusions, it's actually pretty cool. It's glowing."

"Glowing?" Spook asked. "Like, properly glowing?"

Mia nodded. "Yes, and it's sort of warm, too. Lisa's tried to read it of course, but all she got was that it's... waiting for someone. Or half of someone- like it's got one person already, and it's waiting to find the other." She shook her head and giggled again. "I don't know, it's just what she says. But you have to see it," she told him, as they entered the doors to Fenton Lodge.

"Sure thing, just let me drop off my bag and I'll meet you there. Where is it?"

"The living room!" She called as he ran up the stairs. The living room? Surely something as obviously supernatural as this would be in the lab, or at least the Science classroom? But Spook stopped wondering about it when he caught sight of the door to his room. Room 6, the most perfect, heart-warming sight you could get around here. Spook knew that when he opened that door, Darren would be on the other side. And that would be enough to banish any foul mood. He flung open the door, as flamboyantly as usual, imagining Darren would be reading a book, or chilling out with his iPod or something. But he would be there.

Or not, Spook thought venomously, beholding the empty room. Where the hell is he? He threw his backpack full of the essentials- (clothes, toothbrush, hair gel) onto his bed, and then noticed that it made a crumpling sound as it landed. Spook shoved his backpack out of the way to find a once neatly folded, now flattened note. He immediately recognised Darren's scratchy handwriting.

Spook,

I don't know what time you're coming back, so if you come back and I'm not here then I'm in the Music Room. Miss you!

xx

Darren.

For the first time, Spook realised that Darren's guitar was missing. He took flight to the Music Room immediately.

Darren was randomly plucking strings on his guitar, half-hoping they'd turn into a brilliant, catchy tune. Pretty soon he gave up, moved his hand into the D chord position and started on a song- one that he knew so well that he could literally play it with his eyes closed. He lay back on the floor with his beloved guitar and started to strum with his eyes closed, relaxing.

"When the moon fell in love with the sun,

All was golden in the sky,

All was golden when the day met the night."

God, he missed Spook. He was oddly flamboyant, and irritating when certain people were around, but he was also sweet, and suprisingly bashful. Darren checked the clock as he played for what must have been the millionth time that hour. 11:13. Spook was probably still at the guest house.

"When the moon found the sun

He looked like he was barely hanging on,

But her eyes saved his life

In the middle of summer."

He closed his eyes again and continued to sing.

Spook could hear his favourite song playing as he walked up the corridor to the Music room. He smiled- that meant Darren was there. Spook opened the door as quietly as he could to peek at his boyfriend lazily strumming and singing with his eyes closed. How does he do that? Spook wondered in his head. His voice was gorgeous as usual- rich and honeyed. Spook remembered Clive waffling on about some poet from Greek mythology the other day, who could play so well that even the gods knew his name, and nymphs would come from the lakes and the trees to dance while his voice surrounded the forest.

Well, thought Spook, still not a patch on my Darren. He cleared his throat and noticeably pushed open the door, causing Darren to stop what he was doing in alarm. He whipped around, scared until he noticed Spook, who grinned at him.

"You're back!" he yelled, and ran over to envelop him in a hug. "How was it?"

"Eurgh," replied Spook, flopping down into a chair.
"Eurgh?" Darren questioned.

"You know, just dad... being dad. That sort of thing." Darren smiled sympathetically, and then a thought struck him.

"Spook, you haven't seen the crystal yet!"

"Oh yeah, Mia said something about a crystal."

"Mia?" asked Darren, raising an eyebrow while Spook laughed.

"Calm down, she was in the tree house. We walked here together." Darren decided to let that one go.

"Come on, you've got to see it. Maybe it's you it's been waiting for." He took Spook's hand, glanced at him, then led him out of the door, running.

Luke stared at the glowing crystal. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary- (well, apart from the fact that it was glowing) just like a large ore that you could find in a charity shop. But it was still beautiful, thought Luke. And it was calling to him.

Luke... it called, in his head. Luke... Luke whipped around to face his fellow COLA'S. He started to sign something to Gideon, who shook his head, and Clive understood too, but everyone else was facing him with that oh-so-similar and oh-so-annoying look of confusion. He sighed, and brought out his whiteboard.

Luke... He scribbled furiously. 'Did anyone hear that?' Everyone shook their heads, and some people said "no."

"Hear what, Luke?" Clive asked.

Luke... He turned around to face the crystal again. 'It's coming from there!' he wrote. Lisa stepped forward.

"Luke, I can't hear anything. And I've tried, honestly. All I got that it was... waiting for someone."

"Maybe it was waiting for Luke," Jenny suggested. "Try touching it, Luke."

"No, don't!" Clive cried. "They told us not to touch it- the scientists." Luke shook his head, and started to write again.

'Why would they put it in the living room if they didn't want us to touch it? Wouldn't they put it in the lab?"

"Good point," said Jake. "Come on, I doubt anything will happen anyway." Luke went to touch it, but at that moment Spook and Darren walked into the room, hand in hand. There was a stunned silence, and Darren wrenched his hand away.

"Hey guys," Spook said calmly. "This is the crystal, then?"

"You're back," Dax noticed with obvious distaste.

"Got a problem with that, dingo?" Spook replied, but Darren sighed and poked him in the shoulder.

"Calm down," he muttered.

Spook...

Spook suddenly cocked his head. "Did you hear that?" he asked his friend. Luke looked at him and started to write.

'You can hear it too?'

"Yeah," replied Spook, surprised. "It's calling my name." Luke nodded, and pointed to himself. "You too? Is it just us?" Luke nodded again and half-stretched his hand out, wavering slightly. Spook understood. "We may as well," he said quietly. Slowly, as their friends watched with held breath, they both reached out their hands to rest on the crystal. It glowed intensely, bathing everyone in a silvery, glittering light. The girls "oooh"-ed and "aaah"-ed. It died down, leaving Spook and Luke staring at each other blankly.

"Anything else happen?" asked Gideon, worriedly. The two boys retracted their hands.

"Not that I can see," said Spook, although he was still staring at Luke. Dax walked to the door.

"I'll go tell Owen," he said, and then stopped short as best-friend's brother and his worst enemy fell to the floor, unconscious.

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