It was a cool misty Wednesday morning late in October, just two days shy of being Halloween. Tobias 'Toby' Rogers lay on his latest victim's bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering just how and when he had managed to sink so low. It had been nearly a year since he'd run away and joined the Proxies. And while he deeply enjoyed what his 'job' entailed, it was really starting to become monotonous. . . .

"Toby!"

"Oof!" Toby gasped as Laughing Jack pounced, landing right on top of him, "Dammit, Jack, get off me!"

"Why?"Jack inquired, sitting up and shifting to where he was properly straddling the younger killer, "You didn't really seem to mind so much last time, kiddo, as I recalled, you actually liked that I was able to make you feel things."

"Jack, that was six months ago," Toby growled, willing his blush down, "You can't just fuck me and then disappear like that, bastard."

"I'm sorry," Jack's smile faded, "I didn't mean to hurt you, kiddo, but I am bound to that stupid box, which by the way, wound up on the back of a Fed-Ex truck. It took me four months just to get back and then it was a battle trying to find you again. You move around more than I do and that's saying something."

"Blame the boss," Toby muttered, somewhat annoyed, he caved, "I'm really glad your back, Jack, I missed you."

"I know," Reaching out, Jack brushed a few strands of hair out of Toby's face with one of his claws, "I missed you too, kiddo, and I promise, next time I'm in Nebraska, I'll bring you back a souvenir, you still like brunettes, right?"

Toby laughed,

"Yeah, I still like brunettes, but I like you even more."

"Aww," Jack's smile returned full force, "You know, you're such a coulrophiliac."

"I know," Toby mused, "But don't worry, I'm not seeing any other clowns."

"Good, I'd hate to have to kill ole Ronald for putting the moves on you," Jack intoned, playfully, leaning down to steal a kiss, placings his hands on either side of Toby's head to balance himself, "Mm, God, I love you."

"I love you too," Toby blushed, his cheeks coloring lightly, and they kissed again, "So do you want to be on top or bottom this time?"

Jack grinned like the madman he was, and closed and locked the door with a wave of his hand.