Title: A New World.
Fandom: CSI/CSI Miami/CSI New york.
Pairing: Warrick/Nick.
Chapter: (2/?)
Author: Aiden.
Rating: FRAO.
Beta's: Becca/Paul, Beck, Eddie. *hugs* Thanks a lot guys for telling me to just do it. *grins wide* It means a lot to me.
Warning: Slash, violence, language, disability (scars, amputation, mentally)
Summary: They where trying to build a new world.
Disclaimer:I do not own them except for any OC. I do own the idea and the plot of the story.
Author's note: This is my AU. A great war was fought and people tried to build up there lives again. There will be more fandoms and pairings as the story progresses.
Second note: It took me a lot of thinking and convincing from some friends before I decided to write this and post it. I'm still doing research about this subject because I do not claim to know how someone feels after getting disabled. I hope because of the research I can do this story justice and be as honest about this as possible. I know I will make mistakes and apologize to everyone who is or knows someone in that situation. Okay I'm ready now, *grins* here it is enjoy.

An hour later they arrived at the Nomads camp. The visitors looked around and were amazed about how organized everything was, they were approached by a few men who lead the prisoners towards a small tent, the leader turned to face Mac and the others, "Welcome to our home, someone will show you where you can sleep. Feel free to look around the camp, but be warned not everyone will take kindly to your presence here."

"Why is that?" Greg asked.

"Because we all suffered by the hands of people like you," he answered looking H in the eyes.

"Then why are you giving us a place to rest?" Mac asked.

"Because desert law demands it," he simply said.

"You have a name?" H asked.

"Yes, I go by the name Blaidd. Now excuse me I have some business to attend too." He walked away.

A man approached them, "Please, follow me," he started to walk towards a large tent. They followed the man stared at by the people they passed. "You can rest here," he turned around and walked off.

"Friendly bunch, aren't they?" Nick commented.

"Can you blame them?" Alexx asked. "They have been through a lot, it's hard for them to trust strangers."

"Okay, let's explore the camp and meet back here in two hours," Mac suggested. They all nodded and went there separate ways.

H was with the women and he hoped the others weren't getting in trouble, he didn't mind being on his own. He loved his friends but sometimes he needed the solitude, the young ones could drive him crazy. He walked for a while when he heard a male voice singing off key and went to investigate. He got closer to the singer and thought that he was probably bathing in the oasis near the camp. He stopped in his tracks when he saw movements through the trees growing near the water, he approached quietly and discovered a good looking young blond sitting in an iron bathtub, scrubbing his back and singing at the top of his lungs. Mac swallowed, he had a good view of his masculine chest and arms. He felt his pants getting a little tight all of the sudden.

"Aodhan," a boy called out. Mac saw a child running towards the young blond.

"Yes Bhruic," he laughed. "Slow down will you."

Bhruic stopped trying to catch his breath, "There are strangers in the camp. Blaidd met them when he was out following a scavengers trail," he explained.

"Did he got the bastards?" Aodhan asked.

Bhruic nodded his head, "Yep he killed the leader and brought the rest of them to the camp." The boy lowered his head and mumbled something.

"What was that?" the young blond looked at him.

"They're ex-soldiers," the boy ducked his head afraid for what was to come.

"What!? And Blaidd invited them!? How could he!?" Mac saw the fire in his eyes even from that distant.

"Desert law, remember?" Bhruic reminded him.

"Desert law, my ass!" Aodhan was furious. Mac saw that he was getting ready to stand and he couldn't help the thought of seeing this gorgeous man in all his glory. The young man put his hands on either side of the tub and pushed himself up out of the water. Mac licked his lips and let his eyes wander, taking in every inch of the young man's body emerging from the water. He looked shocked for a moment, the young men's legs ended a few inches below his hips. Mac witnessed how he transferred from the tub onto a stool standing next to it, absolutely not ashamed of his nudity or disability towards the boy.

"How many are there?" Aodhan asked starting to dry himself of. He lowered himself down from the stool onto a blanket and got dressed. Mac was amazed with how much ease the young man did it. He was pretty sure he had to learn this all on his own, not having the benefit of medical help or a rehab center like Eric and Greg had, just because of the fact he had been an POW. Mac felt ashamed about how the countries had treated there prisoners during the war. No wonder these people hated them, they should had never come here.

"A few men and women," the boy said.

"Women too? There ex-military, all of them?"

"Yeah, you can see it in there stance. And one of them is missing an arm," Bhruic stated.

"And Blaidd invited them into our home?" Aodhan shook his head. Mac saw how he hand walked towards a quad parked between the trees and moved with ease from the ground onto the seat. "Hop on," he said to the boy, securing himself to the quad with straps around his waist. He waited till Bhruic was seated behind him, started up and drove back to the camp.

When Mac arrived back at the camp a while later he could hear the heated argument between the young blond and Blaidd, "desert law demands it," he heard Blaidd say. He walked up to the group of people gathered in the middle of the camp.

"Desert law?" Aodhan spat out, he was still seated on the quad. "Look at your people," he gestured towards the group. "They all suffered by the hands of scumbags like them and you invite them to our home?"

"We should go," Mac said looking at H.

"No you stay, I invited you and nothing Aodhan says will change my mind," Blaidd glared at the young man who didn't seemed impressed by it.

"They wanna go? Let them go," he climbed down from the quad and moved towards a tent.

"Aodhan, you stop right there," a young woman walked up to him, getting in his face. "You don't walk away from this, we will talk about this now." she looked down at him with fire in her eyes.

He looked up at her not backing down, Mac saw the anger and hate in his eyes. He sighed this had been a mistake, they should leave. "No, we won't," the young man said.

"My bráthair I love you but sometimes I could kick your ass. We all have been through a lot but I think it's time to forgive, not to forget never to forget. Please look into your heart and try to forgive them," she crouched down and took his face between her hands, looking in his eyes,"It's time to move on."

Aodhan shook his head, "Don't ask me to do that, I can't."

H stood next to Blaidd, "Why does he hate us so much?"

Blaidd looked at him, "He was a POW in Knoxburgh Cove."

"What? That was one of our prison camps," H was shocked.

Blaidd nodded, "yes it was. He came to us a broken man and this just brings back bad memories." He looked at H, "he's not as forgiving as I am."

"You were there too?" H looked down he was ashamed.

"Yes and it was a living hell." Blaidd stated, "I escaped with a few others and start to live here in the desert. More came to us, POW or like her family of prisoners who had died in those hell hole's."

H looked at the young blond, "he escaped?"

"No, we found him in the desert, dumped there and left for dead. Don't ask me how, but he lived." Blaidd shook his head, "I guess he was just to stubborn to die." He smiled and looked at Aodhan, "He is a strong person, just needs someone to take care of him and keep him out of trouble."

Mac had heard what Blaidd had said to H. He looked at Aodhan and sighed, it was going to be hard to win his heart.

TBC.

Bráthair= Brother. Irish