All was still as he could hear the birds outside chirping. Little steams of light were starting to shine through the blinds. Timothy opened his eyes and did not recognize where he was at first. He lied there for a moment, trying to recall the events of the previous night when he felt a weight on his right arm. He turned his head to see what was weighing his arm down and was stunned at what he saw. There was Jude, sleeping, facing him, with her head on his arm, and her right arm was lying across his waist. Startled, he lifted his head off the pillow and looked down. He and Jude were covered by the same sheet and to make matters worse, he was not wearing any clothes. He tried his best to remember the night before, how did this happen, what did they do? His heart was beating so fast he was surprised that Jude didn't wake up from it as her head was not lying far from his chest.
He had to get out of there, right away and sort this out. He tried to gently slide his arm out from under Jude's head to not wake her. She started to stir and that made him move quicker to get up from of the bed. Where were his clothes? They must be in one of the other rooms? Looking back at Jude she still appeared to be sleeping so he quietly got up from the bed, praying she wouldn't wake up until he was dressed and out of the room.
He did not find it at all amusing when he heard a whistle coming from the person he left lying in the bed. Even though he wasn't looking back at her, he could tell she did that with a smile on her face. Ignoring her he proceeded to go into the room where they had dinner the night before, looking around for his things. They were no where to be found. Extremely frustrated at this point he had no choice but to go back into the bedroom and ask her where his clothing was.
Walking back into the bedroom with his hands cupping his private area, he found Jude still lying on her side but her head was now propped up by her hand, eyes open.
"Jude, where are my things?"
"Right where you left them, don't you remember?"
"If I remembered or knew where they were, I wouldn't be asking you. I am not in the mood for games Jude, where are they?'
He tried his best to recollect the events from the previous night. He remembered having dinner and sitting by the fire but he couldn't recall much after that, just that, and to his horror, that he was extremely sexually aroused and relaxed.
"Did you look under the sheet?" she asked with a smirk on her face.
"Very funny! I am getting angry Jude! You better tell me where my clothes are right now!"
"Or what? Maybe one of the orderly's know where they are or one of the nuns assigned here, maybe they seen them around? You can borrow one of my habits but I don't think they will fit you. Oh that's right, you gave all my things away. I'll tell you what. You do something for me and I will do something for you?"
"What are you talking about? What is it that you want?" I can't get you back into the church."
"I'm not asking you to get me back into the church but there is something else I need you to do otherwise, I might have to start screaming for help. Imagine how that would look Timothy, if the guards came in here, you standing there fully nude, and I am a confused patient, in this bed?"
Realizing his options were limited, he asked," What is it that you need me to do?"
"There are some papers over on the table where we had our dinner last night. They require your signature at the bottom. Sign them and maybe we can locate your clothes."
Timothy walked back out into the other room, over to the dinner table. Lying next to the papers were his glasses. After briefly looking the papers over he turned back towards Jude, who now had the sheet wrapped around her and joined him in the room.
"You can't possibly expect me to sign this! I have a responsibility to the community and the church. I can't just let patients walk out of here."
"You are fulfilling your responsibility to your church and the community. The patient names on those papers are not a threat to society. They are innocent and do not belong in here. Just sign them Timothy and do what is right."
Timothy reviewed his situation, realizing he needed to get out of there before he was discovered in this embarrassing position. How could he explain this to anyone and he could be forced out of the church for this. He couldn't let that happen, the church was everything to him.
"Give me my clothes first and then we can discuss this"
"Oh no, no deal! Listen, it won't be long till I am noticed that I am not in my room and once that has been discovered, they are going to be looking all around this place, inside and out, for me."
Reluctantly, Timothy looked at Jude and swallowed his pride. "Do you have a pen?'
Jude tossed a pen over to Timothy and for a second he forgot about his nudeness, where he removed one of his hands that were hiding his privates to catch the pen. Jude just smiled.
After catching the pen, Timothy put on his glasses, pulled out one of the chairs, and sat down to read over the papers. He never noticed when Jude walked up behind him.
"I expected to see your name on these but I don't. Just Kit Walker and Lana Winters. Did you forget something?" he said out loud in the room.
"Nope, as much as I want to get out of here, I need to make sure that those two are released first as they are innocent. It is my fault that Lana is in here, she never belonged and Kit was falsely accused. It's called repent Timothy."
Again Timothy found himself startled as he didn't realize how close she was standing behind him. Jude couldn't help but stare at him, with such a serious look on his face as he was looking through the paperwork. There he was in her old room, wearing nothing but his glasses. He had a slender figure yet his chest and biceps were defined. Finally he took the pen in his right hand and placed his signature on each document.
"There, now wear are my clothes?"
"Right this way and thank you Timothy, especially for last night." Jude said with a smile.
"What does that mean, last night? Nothing happened between us, I can tell." Timothy said nervously as he followed Jude back into the bedroom.
Jude just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing huh?"
"I know for a fact that I would not do anything sexual in nature. I take my vows seriously unlike some other clergy members."
"If you re referring to me, well thanks to you I am no longer a member of the clergy!"
She couldn't help it, she told herself she wouldn't become emotional around him but it hurt so much that he had her excommunicated. He never believed her as she was supposed to be his right hand. She turned her back to him, not wanting him to see how upset she was. After all, up until that moment she was in total control of the situation. She then felt his hand on her shoulders, was he trying to comfort her? She was not going to have any of it! Turning around again to face him the very moment struck her funny. Here she was, with only a sheet around her in a room with the Monsignor wearing nothing but his glasses. She couldn't help but chuckle out loud which seemed to anger Timothy even more. She wondered what the staff would have thought if they could see them now?
"I am glad you find this so funny. Listen I held my part of the bargain, now it is time for you to hold yours. Where are my clothes? He was practically shouting at her.
