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Denial

Harry sat in his car outside the chapel the morning after the support group meeting. He had to be at work in exactly five minutes. Why was Shane on his mind all night? He hated that he was probably doing what she wanted him to do. She had really gotten under his skin last night. He hadn't felt that alienated since he started high school in St. Louis, and he didn't understand what Doug was thinking. How could Doug not tell him Shane didn't want him there? How could he not tell him Shane was a woman? That's not something she was afraid to flaunt either with the way her jeans rested on her hips, or how her hair fell in her face. Harry shook his head angrily as the thought of how beautiful she was crept into his subconscious. He couldn't wait to have a word with Penhall.

Instead of doing his usual morning rounds when he entered the chapel, (he would say hello to Judy, Tom and Fuller and grab a soda before sitting down at his desk) he marched up to Penhall and sat directly on top of his desk, subsequently interrupting a seemingly intense finger football game between Tom and Doug. They looked up at their friend, startled.

"Yo, Ioke how did it go at the meeting last night?" Doug asked.

"Yeah, Ioke you got a hot date yet," Tom teased as he took a handful of chips in his hand. Harry shot him a cold look.

"You knew, Hanson?" Harry exclaimed.

Tom shrugged, "Well yeah, Harry, that's kinda hard to miss about her isn't it? I mean with the way she dresses you'd think she was Aphrodite. You hardly notice the disability or the crutches once you get to know her." Tom watched as Harry's sharp gaze shifted to Doug.

"You said you met her at a support group Penhall!" Harry bellowed. Doug raised his arms up in defense.

"Woah, take it easy Ioki. I did meet her at a support group," Doug replied defensively.

"You also said the group didn't know her," Harry said. His nostrils were flaring

"You really gotta get some sleep, man. I never said that, and you never asked, Doug said.

"I'm assuming last night was a bust?" Judy asked, as she came between the boys to try and alleviate the tension.

Harry rolled his eyes and shot Judy a dirty look. "You knew she was a woman too didn't you Jude, and you know who she is?" Harry asked.

Judy seemed taken aback by Harry's question, "Well…"

Harry jumped off the desk and began walking away from his friends. He felt so confused with everything on his mind, and with everything that went on last night at the support group. The way Shane interacted with him last should have been a sign to keep away from her, but something kept her in his psyche.

"You did know! You all knew, and purposely kept this from me! Why wouldn't you tell me? When did all of you meet her?" Harry asked. He was now pacing a hole in the floor. He had to calm down before his anxiety got the better of him.

Judy sighed, "I told you both this was a bad idea! He's obviously not ready to talk about what happened."

Doug gave Judy a look of disbelief, "You did not! We were at your apartment and it was your idea to try and get him to open up! Tom was the one who said it was a bad idea."

"Yeah, because it was a bad idea. Do you know how hard it is to talk about things like that?" Tom asked, through a mouthful of Doritos.

"How would you know, Hanson?" Doug and Judy yelled in unison.

"Uh, because my Dad was fatally wounded in a robbery," Tom said.

Neither Tom nor Doug seemed to notice that Judy had long since bowed out of the argument and was standing next to Harry. They both watched in silence as Captain Fuller walked into the chapel and up to Tom and Doug. Harry and Judy both glanced at each other trying to decide who should intervene. Harry watched his friends argue for another five minutes before trying to speak over the yelling match "Guys…"

"Your Dad getting shot doesn't even compare to almost getting blown to pieces by a bomb," Penhall yelled

Tom felt his blood pressure rise as he slid off his desk and let the bag of chips hit the floor. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Guys…" Harry yelled again.

"You weren't even there Hanson, when your dad was shot. Ioki almost died. He saw his best friend die. He was transported to a foreign country with no parents," Doug said.

"Do you wanna take this outside, Doug?" Hanson sneered.

This time both Judy and Harry tried to get their fighting coworkers attention,"GUYS!"

Tom and Doug both flinched at the sound of Harry and Judy's voices. They had forgotten that they had been standing there. "What," they yelled in unison as they turned around to see Fuller standing in front of them.

Doug gulped nervously before talking, "Oh, hey Captain how long have you been uh standing there?"

"Long enough, Penhall. I want all of you in my office now," Fuller said with a tone of annoyance.

Captain Adam Fuller sometimes felt like his officers took their roles as teenagers too seriously. As they entered his office, each of them looked like a guilty puppy with its tail between its legs as they took a seat. Fuller knew his officers well enough to be able to read their emotions, and these past few weeks had been tough on them. Mostly for Tom and Harry, but Fuller understood the team dynamic and how low morale affected everyone in the chapel. He looked around the room at his broken and beat down team. Harry sat backwards on a chair; his expression unreadable, but Fuller knew he was just masking some deeper emotion. Tom sat on the couch, still looking angry enough to lunge at Penhall, who was leaning against the wall. Judy had her eyes on Harry as she sat in a chair next to him. Fuller shook his head and sighed.

"You guys uh, mind telling me what that was about back there? Fuller asked. His tone was firm. He shifted his gaze to and from Doug and Tom.

He saw Doug shrug. "Awh it was nothin,' coach. It was just a little disagreement between Hanson and me. No big deal," Doug said.

Tom scoffed, "So here you go again saying my dad getting shot is minuscule compared to a war that neither of us were in, Penhall you need to shut the hell up before I make you."

So let me get this straight, you two are fighting over the Vietnam War? Fuller asked.

Judy piped in determined to resolve the situation, "we were just trying to help Harry."

Fuller raised an eyebrow. "Help him with what?"

"He's been up a lot at night. He has nightmares. I just thought if he went to a support group with people who were involved it might help," Doug replied honestly.

Harry shot a cold glance at Doug, "What a genius plan that turned out to be. Let's send in the Vietnamese into a group of veterans who see him as the enemy."

"You didn't have to go. It was just a suggestion," Doug retorted.

Fuller shook his head. He could see the tension rising in the room again. "Alright Alright That's Enough! Harry, can we talk alone?"

"Can't it be some other time, Coach? I don't really want to talk about it," Harry whispered.

"That wasn't an invitation, Harry. That's an order. I was just trying to give everyone else a cue to leave," Fuller said. He looked at the rest of his team, sternly, and they immediately got the hint. The next thing that was heard was Fuller's office door closing. Fuller's kind gaze fell on Harry again.

"Ioki, did you know that every morning before school, you walk past my office door three times in an hour? Fuller asked.

Harry looked at his boss, confused.

"You drink three cups of coffee in an hour. I don't normally make it my job to know your personal life, but why didn't you say something about the nightmares, Harry? "

Harry didn't answer right away. He just continued to look at Fuller. "I don't like to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it," Harry said.

"Nobody wants to relive what went on over there, Harry, but time won't make these things fade. The longer you hang on, the worse it gets," Fuller said.

For a second, Harry wanted to get defensive and accuse his boss of not understanding what it was like, but suddenly Fuller's face became sullen, and Harry remembered he had fought in the war, too.

"What do you want me to do about it, Coach? I can't exactly get rid of them. Can I?" Harry asked. He was slightly annoyed. If internal affairs hadn't put their brown noses in his business none of this would ever have gotten out.

"You could if you tried. Look Harry, I don't necessarily think what Penhall did was a bad thing. Sure, the group might not have been the best choice, but it's obvious that your lack of sleep is starting to affect you. I want you to go see psych, and I'm suspending you until you take care of yourself."

Harry was shocked, angry and confused. He shifted his weight in his chair, trying not to let Fuller see he was upset. "On what grounds, you have to have a reason for suspending me? Harry exclaimed.

"On the grounds that your health is more important than your job right now, and if I didn't do it you would never address this," Fuller answered, straight-faced.

"And what if I don't do the things you're asking?" Harry challenged

"Then I'll need your gun and badge, if that's what you really want," Fuller said.

Harry sighed before gently placing his gun and badge on Fuller's desk. He stood up and walked towards the door, but before leaving, he whispered, "it was nice working for you, Captain"

A/N: Okay, I know you guys who have read this are probably mad at me about the ending, but there's a point to this. If you like my story review or favorite, thanks! Thanks to Angelwomon for all her help! I realize my chapters are a bit short, too, but they will get longer.