Hm, okay so this is basically the second chapter which was actually the second half of the first chapter. But, since I like to keep my chapters relatively short for easier reading breaks, I added onto the end and formed a whole new chapter!

I'm still not very sure if I'll continue this, but I'm leaning more towards yes. : )

Also keep in mind I've never written Dave or a character quite like Dave, so I apologize if he ever gets...out of character. xD

Enjoy!


Finally, after twenty or so minutes, they pulled up to the hospital where they were greeted by a young blonde haired guy. He looked way too young to be a doctor, but lo and behold he was clad in Doctor's gear and even had a nifty stethoscope. Tavros had made a brief phone call to said gentleman in the car, but Gamzee was a bit too disoriented to pay attention.

Both Tavros and Blonde Guy helped Gamzee out of the car and steadily led him into the waiting room so they could get some forms.

"You're really late," Dave murmured sidewards to Tavros, eying Gamzee who was sitting in one of the waiting room chairs, looking around rather blankly.

Tavros gave a soft sigh and then a weak smile. "It's been a long day."

"You're always bringing me strays. You are seriously the clumsiest person I've known in my entire life," Dave murmured, checking some boxes on his forms. "And not even in a cool way either."

Tavros rolled his eyes, laughing a bit. "Yeah, I know, I'm a, uh, dork, and you're super cool and whatever."

Dave smiled a bit, taking his sunglasses off. "Well you may be a dork, but you're, uh, my favorite, uh, dork...uh."

"Don't, uh, don't make fun of me!" Tavros fumed just a bit too loudly, catching the attention of a few people in the waiting room, not discluding a certain dark haired motorcyclist.

Dave smirked and grabbed Tavros around the waist, kissing him with gentle force. "Well don't be so make-fun-ofable," he whispered.

Tavros shook his head as Dave's breath tickled his neck, and he couldn't resist letting out a slight giggle.

"Hey!" Gamzee stood from the waiting room chair, yanking Dave by the coat so he was detached and distanced from Tavros. "You're cheating on me with this motherfuckin tool! What the Hell Tavros!"

Dave frowned, holding his hand up to security so they knew Gamzee wasn't a problem yet. "Tavros, bring your friend to my office. He's making the other patients antsy."

Tavros nodded, and took Gamzee's arm, steadying him as he followed Dave's retreating form. The severity of this odd situation hadn't really hit him yet, so he felt a sort of numb calmness, if not a little fear. This Gamzee guy could be a stalker lunatic, for all he knew!

Dave ushered them into his office and sat at his desk, gesturing Tavros over. "So, Mister...what was it again?" he asked, pulling Tavros into his lap a bit too deliberately for Gamzee's tastes.

"My name is Gamzee motherfuckin Makara, and I don't know who you think you are, but that's my motherfuckin boyfriend you're acting all up and cozy with!" Gamzee accused, pressing his index finger into the desk.

Tavros flinched a bit, burying his face into Dave's neck. Dave sent Gamzee a withering glare, his frown deepening. "Well, Mister Makara, I don't know who you think you are, but Tavros and I have been dating for well over six years now, and neither of us have ever seen you in our lives."

Gamzee let out a frustrated sigh, trying to search for the right words. "Dammit...c'mon Tav, you have to remember! We've been dating since we were like twelve motherfuckin years old! It's me, Gamzee, remember Kanaya and Karkat and the others? They said we were as close as motherfuckin...pb and j! Just...I don't motherfuckin know, maybe if we just go out one more time you'll remember."

Dave narrowed his eyes, removing his sunglasses again so Gamzee could take note of his seriousness. "Mister Makara, that is extremely inappropriate and, were we not in my office, I promise you I would be far less professional than I am being right now and would quite possibly rip your shit apart, but while I'm in a professional environment I can't even insinuate that I'm feeling such a way so please leave before things get really fucking unprofessional in here."

Tavros leaned back and stared at Dave. "...You've been, uh, hanging around your sister too much," he murmured quietly.

Dave smirked a bit, shrugging proudly. Tavros knew all too well that Dave had trouble acting professionally, even when at the Hospital, but he was gradually able to keep himself from ripping too harshly into the patients and staff alike as the years went on.

"But I digress." Dave looked up, targeting Gamzee. "Get the Hell out of my office before I call security, and if I ever see you around my boyfriend again I won't hesitate to hospitalize you."

"Uh...Dave," Tavros murmured. He felt a bit bad for kicking Gamzee out after dragging him all the way to the hospital, only to be yelled at and threatened, but he was abruptly interrupted.

Gamzee stood. "I swear to all the motherfuckin gods that'll listen. Tav, I'll make you remember," he murmured, before ducking out of Dave's office.


"Good afternoon Mister Makara. I haven't seen you in a while," Rose said, a small smile on her face. "Did something happen? You sounded urgent on the phone."

Gamzee paced the office of his long-time therapist, Rose Lalonde. "They told me he was dead, Rose. But I motherfuckin saw him! I mean, at first I tried to put some of your fuckin psycho-analysis shit to it, but it was definitely him!"

Rose leaned back in her chair, writing something in her notebook. "I assume you're speaking of Mister Nitram."

"Of course I motherfuckin am! Rose cut the Therapist crap I need advice from you as a friend, all right?" Gamzee asked, sitting down hard as he templed his fingers and thought.

"Gamzee, remember the other times you 'saw' Tavros and it ended up not being Tavros?" Rose asked, her distinct professionalism dropping a few levels. "Remember how upsetting it was for you? I thought we were passed that."

"But it really was him! The guy's name was even Tavros! And...and he looked the motherfuckin same!" Gamzee leaned back, rubbing his eyes. "It wasn't like some sort of weird mental projection or whatever bullshit therapist term you can think of-"

"Gamzee look-" Rose uncrossed her legs, leaning forward. "There are plenty of Tavros' in the world, and while the chances of you meeting one that looks like your past lover is sort of...far-fetched, you can't just assume and start barging in on other people's lives."

"Speaking of lives!" Gamzee interjected. "He's met this guy, apparently. Some motherfucker named Dave or some shit. After all we've been through together can you motherfuckin believe that?"

"Oh-" Rose stopped herself, putting her notepad down. There was a moment of awkward silence before Gamzee finally spoke up.

"What?"

"Nothing. Now, how did this make you feel?" Rose asked just a bit too quickly.

Gamzee eyed her. "Rose..."

Rose let out a slight sigh. "It's unprofessional for me to state my private matters during an appointment and-"

"Rose, we're friends outside of therapy, okay, we have coffee together basically every morning," Gamzee said steadily, the frantic cursing momentarily leaving his voice as he tried to reason with the girl.

Rose sighed. "Okay, this is off the record. You're talking about Dave Strider, correct?"

Gamzee nodded slightly. "I motherfuckin think so...yes. He's a doctor at Skaia Hospital."

"Dave is my brother," Rose explained, rubbing the back of her neck. "I can't believe I didn't put two and two together, but I've only met his fiance a handful of times and even then it was only briefly."

Gamzee laughed a bit nervously. "Ha...holy motherfuckin shit," he murmured.

Rose watched him. "What are you referring to?"

"Well you said his fiance, I know you're not thinkin about motherfuckin Tavbro," Gamzee said offhandedly, closing his eyes.

"Tavros and Dave have been engaged for the better half of two years now," Rose said. "But remember, you don't know if this is your Tavros."

"Well...what's your brother's-" Gamzee looked sullen. "-Fiancee's motherfuckin surname or whatever?"

Rose shrugged. "I've only met him once, only for a moment, and since then I've only really caught glimpses of him. Dave is very private and protective of his love life."

"Rose you can't not believe this isn't my Tavros," Gamzee said anxiously, grabbing a stress reliever ball from the aforementioned therapist-friend's desk. He squeezed hard, beginning to break into something of a cold sweat. "He's clumsy, he stutters, he's fucking gorgeous, even more than when we were kids. He's overly apologetic, a bit hopeless, and he still does this cute wrinkling of his nose when he's nervous."

"You could be imagining those certain mannerisms to suit this boy you've run into. It's your subconscious clinging to that last hope that he's alive after all. Gamzee, I know you don't want to hear this, but the authorities did confirm his death and closed the case," Rose said softly, squeezing his shoulder. "Leave that poor boy alone."

"Rose you're not motherfuckin listening to me! It's him! It's him for sure! My motherfuckin hand to God. They never found a body or any undeniable evidence. He was only missing. It's him, Rose, please believe me. No one else will, they never have," Gamzee said pleadingly, clutching his head as a dull pain began to blossom. "Fuck...it's him, Rose."

Rose let out an elongated sigh, shaking her head. "Well if you and Tavros were together as long as you say, you should have video tapes and pictures, correct? If you can get the evidence, I'll speak with Dave and will try and sort all of this out." Rose took note of Gamzee's hesitance. "Is something the matter with this course of action?"

Gamzee scratched the back of his head. "Before I moved out here with Kar, our old apartment burnt down. I lost everything I fucking had."

Rose tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair, leaning back. "Well, there's nothing I can offer you but to let go of him. Whether it's your Tavros or not, he has obviously moved on, and I think you should too. I'm obviously saying this is a friend and not a therapist."

Gamzee shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I can't do that Rose, okay? I will never- I have never- loved anyone more than Tavros. He wouldn't just move on like that because he felt the same. We were together since he was twelve and I was fourteen, and until he went missing when he was seventeen. We never fought or argued or had any problems. We just motherfuckin...loved each other more than air, you know?"

"Stability does not always equate with love. You both were young, it was all you knew and so, since you got along so well, you never ended up breaking it off. Everything was fine and then he suddenly vanishes. He probably got...bored," Rose said quietly. "I hate to say it, Gamzee, but that's the most likely case if Dave's Tavros is also your Tavros."

"So then why would he just motherfuckin ignore me after all we fuckin had?" Gamzee asked sharply.

"He's afraid of wanting to go back to the stability of being with his best friend. It's not uncommon in marriages nowadays. Marriage has become less of an impulse of love and more of a stability with someone you get along with. Now I'm not telling you to take this to heart or anything, it's just how I see it. Gamzee, let him go," Rose said. "You're in denial."

Gamzee leaned back, mulling it over in his mind before he came to a final decision. "No. I love him. I'm not letting him go. They can call the cops and beat me motherfuckin dumb. I don't care."

Rose smiled a bit. "While I can't condone your decision as a therapist, I will support it as a friend. But also, as a sister, I would like to inform my brother of your intentions, but as a therapist it is morally wrong. Though, since it was off the record it is perfectly fine, but as a-"

Gamzee held up a hand, a bit elated that someone was actually supporting his search for once. "Stop, I get it," he said in between a small laugh. "At least give me a motherfuckin head start before you go all tellin your brother. I can't help but feel a little intimidated, even if he is all motherfuckin smaller than me."