A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.

In moments, Brett was trying to break down the door. Mason got out his camera. He had to remember, before he got to him.

"I'm Mason Hewitt. I'm currently Twenty Years old. I live at Twenty Five Detmer Terrace. I've been married to My Sweet-heart Corey for nearly a Year..."

The door springs open. He marches towards Mason, arms out, growling. Picking up speed as he grabs his "Husband's" arm.

"Get the fuck off me Brett!"

He smiles before getting him in a choke-hold. Mason is gasping, thumping at Brett's arms, but's it's all in vain as he passes out. When he wakes up, he rises up with the jolt. He looks around. He's in what looks like a hotel room. It's Beige and Brown. On Suite. There's a gift basket on the floor. There's rose petals on the bed. He turns around on the bed, surprised to see Brett just staring at him.

The Anger in the Bathroom had gone, and Brett was searching his face, the way a confused Husband would.

"Please...;Tell me you remember. I brought you here, so that you could remember" Brett asks.

Mason walks to the leather chair, sit on it and gazes at the bed.

It was their favourite place to hug, kiss and so much more. That night he was lying face down on the bed. The Guy's hands were on his skin, his fingers sliding into his ass. Mason was getting into it, Corey had barely been around recently. Everytime they had sex it had been dry dull and lifeless as his eyes. They knew Corey both wanted out. Mason was surprised at how long they'd lasted.

Brett Talbot had come along. He was the opposite of Corey, tall Handsome, bitchy, competitive and over confident. Mason knew he was being played like a fiddle. But did didn't care... Brett was fun. He needed that right now. He could feel the taller guy against him, as he started to take his trousers off. The phone rings. Feeling guilty Mason reaches for his phone.

"Brett...I don't...I can't do this anymore" Mason says, springing the phone out from his pocket

"Do what?" Brett asks, kissing Mason's shoulder.

"This!" Mason said waving his hand around the hotel room. He gets up, moving around and looking for his shirt.

"What am I doing? How am I being a good Partner or husband to Corey? I'm not even trying!"

"Shh...don't get hysterical. Some things just...aren't meant to be" Brett said,.

"Yeah, like you and me" Mason says getting his shirt.

He pulls it over his head, ready to get his keys, when he realises Brett has them. He then Tries to Wrestle Brett from them, he just laughs, until Mason tells him that everything was a mistake. That he was a mistake. He heads towards the door, Brett tackles him to the floor. Mason is shouting at him to piss off, trying to hit him. One hand covers his mouth. The other is scrambling high above on the counter.

"Brett you're choking me!"

"You're not going. You're NEVER leaving me!"

The sound of glass brings Mason back to the present.