"You know what to say, you know what I said You know what I dream sleeping in my bed You hold all the keys, you know all the roads Why don't you guide me in, if I'm such a lost soul? I'm spinnin' 'round, I will make you ill Since I'm so broken down, why don't you fix me?"

~ Revelations by Audio Slave

Doctor Corrine Vioget believed herself to be the epitome of patience and sagacity, which she credited to having dealt with just about every personality type conceivable in her profession.

Mr. Brian Kinney however, was currently challenging that belief. There was no textbook solution to dealing with the man, and on a personal level, he irritated the hell out of her. Her renowned composed stature and exemplary record for great empathy and patience was torn to shreds within the first fifteen minutes of meeting him.

The first impression she got of Mr. Kinney when he raced into the hotel lobby was, 'this man is tormented and frantic to find his loved one.'

The second impression she got was, 'this guy's an asshole.' Corrine silently chided herself for her peevish thoughts. She tried to remain compassionate of his plight but he was making it extremely difficult. His arrogance and condescending manner in which he spoke to her were making the hairs on the back of her neck bristle.

She took a deep breath and tried to explain the situation to him once again, this time she could not conceal the condescension in her voice.

"Mr. Kinney," she drawled derisively, pulling her slight form up stiffly in the Queen Anne chair she was sitting in, "I insist that first, you stop making demands and threats. It's gratuitously puerile and disobliging to yours and your partners' cause. As I explained, my loyalty lay first with my patient. Justin Taylor is my patient, and I will do what's best for him, not you." She reproached in her most haughty manner.

Brian looked affronted and actually snarled at the woman.

"Well 'Doc'." Brian spit out the name as if it were an insult. "Lets put aside the PhD vocabulary and talk turkey, shall we? What you don't seem to understand, what they didn't teach you in that fancy medical school you went to, is that NO one knows my partner of ten years better than me. I know his entire medical history. I know every detail of every fiber of his being, and I know what's best for him, not YOU. Now I understand that 'God' complex you doctors have can cloud your judgment into believing you actually know what's best for everyone, but in this case, I won't let your ego get in the way of me finding and taking my partner home to heal with his family. If Justin is indeed in the condition you say he is in, then I will exercise my health proxy rights. Now you've exactly five minutes to tell me where the fuck he is before I contact the police and have you arrested for aiding and abetting a kidnapper." Brian announced in no uncertain terms.

Andy sat by the two in the lobby, grateful for the late hour. Besides the hotel clerk, the lobby was void of any guests to witness the ugly exchange going on between his brother and the doctor. Brian was being extremely difficult. He wasn't thinking clearly.

When they first met the doctor, and established that it was indeed Justin whom she had treated earlier that evening for a minor bacterial infection, Brian stopped listening. All he wanted to hear was Justin's whereabouts. Period. He didn't want to hear anything else. The doctor was trying to explain to him that it could be very harmful to Justin if Brian just showed up and took him away from the one place he currently felt connected with. It could create a mental tear in the fabric of his memory, causing him to regress, and possibly have a psychotic episode.

Apparently Justin was suffering from what appeared to be a severe case of anterograde amnesia; a form of amnesia usually caused by traumatic injury, which left the patient devoid of all memory of his life prior to the incident. She then explained that patients who suffer from this form of amnesia are very susceptible to false memory adoption, which is what she feared was already happening.

According to the doctor, a woman named Adeline DuPont found Justin on the riverbank. He was barely conscious and had some minor cuts and a broken shinbone. She took him to her home, mistaking him for her long lost husband and has been caring for him since. Unfortunately part of that care included filling in his memory blanks with that of her husbands'. Something the doctor claimed was doing more harm to Justin then good. Andy knew his brother well enough to know that he was only hearing bits and pieces of what the doctor was telling him.

If he had to guess he'd say Brian heard three things.

One, Justin was found and being cared for.

Two, the person caring for him was hurting him.

Three, the doctor was not going to let Brian save Justin from this woman.

He was not listening, and most certainly not accepting what the doctor was proposing. In her medical opinion, Justin needed time to reject the information he's already been fed erroneously on his own, before his brain could heal and start retrieving its 'authentic' memories. She felt it would be detrimental to Justin's' recovery if Brian dragged him away in the middle of the night and revealed his true identity to him.

In her medical opinion, she warned such an action would place Justin in jeopardy both physically, and mentally.

Brian disagreed strongly with her assessment of the situation. In his mind, he could never hurt Justin. It wasn't conceivable.

Andy knew Brian felt all he had to do was show up, and Justin would just miraculously get his memory back, or at the very least recognize Brian on some level and want to go home with him to heal.

Andy and the doctor however, were not as convinced of that scenario happening as much as Brian was; but for different reasons. The Doctor was thinking on medical terms. Prognostically an occurrence like that wasn't likely.

Andy was thinking on a spiritual level. If indeed that was the case, then Andy would not still be in Jason's body. His job would be done. Brian would have Justin back the moment they laid eyes on each other.

But something inside him was telling him it wasn't to be. And when Brian did finally see Justin, and Justin didn't automatically 'recognize' him, Brian would be crushed. Andy believed it was why he remained earth bound. Brian's troubles were far from over.

Still Brian had a point…. Justin's soul at the very least should recognize its mate, shouldn't it? On that level at least Justin would 'feel' safe with Brian and believe him over the woman he was currently with. He would instinctively want to go with the person he felt more connected to. Brain knew this, Andy knew it. Memory or not, Justin's soul should recognize Brian's. Then Brian could take him home and together they could work on getting Justin's memory back, or start creating new ones.

In either case, they would be reunited. Andy's purpose for being on earth should be complete. So why was he still here?

Something was wrong, and for now, Andy's instincts were telling him to support the doctor. He cringed inwardly knowing the reaction he was going to get from Brian once he sided with the doctor. Brian would look on it as a betrayal.

"Trust your instincts my child, do not let fear rule you." Gabriel's voice rang in his head.

"Since you're being obtuse, I've nothing further to say. Call the police. I'll call my lawyer. In the meantime, good luck finding your partner on your own." Corrine countered, clearly angered and in combative mode.

Brian's nostril's flared. He was seriously thinking of throttling this woman to get her to tell him where Justin was.

"Brian, listen to her, she makes sense. I know you think…"

Brian turned angry hurt eyes on Andy, cutting off his words.

Andy took a fortifying breath and continued.

"You need to calm down Brian! You're just making matters worse!" He said more definitely.

"You are not thinking clearly. All she is suggesting is that you wait until morning before you go to him. She's not stopping you from seeing Justin, she is just suggesting you let him rest tonight and visit him in the morning. Then she'll take you to him under the guise of being an associate of hers to see if he recognizes you FIRST before you whisk him away to another strange place! It's best if he makes the decision to go with you on his own!"

Andy was determined to make Brian see reason.

"You're being unreasonable. You're not thinking in Justin's best interest." Andy bravely stated.

Brian reacted to Andy's words like a slap in the face. He stood up and raged.

"Fuck you both! Jason, go the fuck home NOW! And YOU…" He turned to the doctor.

"I swear on the heads of my children you'll pay if any harm comes to Sunshine because you kept me from him!" He yelled hysterically.

Corrine looked at him with wide, concerned eyes. 'Sunshine?' He was obviously overwrought, and not capable of rational thought. Corrine welcomed the police's help at this point. She rose from her chair.

"I'm contacting the police," she said then turned and walked over to where the hotel clerk was pretending not to notice the commotion they were causing.

Frustrated, Andy turned to Brian and forcibly grabbed him by his arm and dragged him into a nearby alcove.

Desperate times called for desperate measures he decided.

Brian allowed Jason to pull him away, momentarily stunned by his actions. Andy shoved Brian against the wall once they were out of sight and brought his face close to his brothers and forced him to look into his eyes. Brian glared at Jason, furious, yet curious as to what was happening. Something inside of him came alert. His senses' were sending out distress signals telling him he was about to discover something he was not prepared for. Something he's been keeping at bay because his mind could not accept it.

Andy held his gaze and willed Brian to see "him", throwing all caution to the wind. Brian needed to know who he was if he was going to be able to help him at all. He needed to know that it was his actions that put Brian and Justin in this position to begin with, and the only way he was going to be able to get through it was with his help. Brian tried to twist out of 'Jason's' grasp, but Andy wouldn't let him. He held his ground and demonstrated his authority in his stance, and speech. Though Brian was now a grown man, and Andy was still just seventeen spiritually, he was still the older brother, and he was about to remind Brian of that fact.

"You need to stop it, now and listen to me! I can't help you if you keep shutting me out!" Andy shouted at Brian.

Brian pulled his eyes away from Andy's intense stare.

"Bean, look at me!" Andy demanded and shook

Brian snapped his eyes back to his.

"I know you feel me, don't let your mind deny what your heart is telling you." Andy pleaded with his eyes for Brian to recognize him.

Brian held his breath as if he was caught in some alternative reality. He shook his head, trying to clear the spell he was obviously under.

"No...you're talking crazy! What the fuck did Lizzy tell you about my brother?" Brian demanded.

Andy snorted.

"Well she didn't tell me about the night we cut our palms, and pressed the wounds together, forever swearing our loyalty to each other as blood brothers. And she didn't tell me about that spring I got ill and you got kicked off the soccer team. Or how your father beat you so bad when he found out that you had to wear long sleeve shirts the whole month of August to hide the marks. Nor did she tell me that the reason you got kicked off the team was because you missed too many practices because you were too tired, or bruised, from tricking all night to get drugs to help ease my pain." Andy spat out recklessly.

He searched Brian's eyes for some sign of acknowledgment of the truth he was telling him only to find pain and doubt in his gaze. He took a deep calming breath and said the words he knew Brian could not question, or deny.

"And she sure in the hell didn't tell me how you kissed me on the mouth the night you released me from that unholy pain, telling me you loved me.." Andy paused then added…."more than a brother," he breathed solemnly.

Brian sucked in his breath, shocked at 'Jason's' words. NO ONE knew what happened that night but he and Andy! He never spoke of it anyone, not to his sister, not even to Justin.

The night Brian gave Andy the overdose of morphine, thereby ending his suffering and his life, would forever be etched into his brain. He was just fourteen at the time. He had come home with the drugs he got from a night of tricking to help ease Andy's pain only to find out that the pain had gotten so bad, the drugs stopped helping. His brother had given up and was going to kill himself. Brian couldn't let that happen so he administered the lethal dose of morphine himself so his brother would be saved from the sin of suicide.

Brian wasn't a religious man, but Andy's faith remained astonishingly strong all through his fathers' abuse, and his losing battle with AIDS; a gift one of his fathers' friends gave him. Brian loved Andy fiercely and he confessed his love that fateful night with a simple brush of his lips against Andy's before he did the unthinkable. Andy accepted his kiss, even yielded to it, telling him that he welcomed his love, unconditionally and without judgment. But Andy knew something that Brian did didn't know at the time. He knew he wasn't the one for him. Andy was Brian's first love, but not his true love. Andy told Brian that someday, his soul mate would come, and when that day came, he'd know a love like none other. And then he made Brian promise to never regret the gift he was giving Andy that night…

No regrets, no apologies…

That night so long ago, almost a lifetime ago, was shared by only two people. He and his brother. None other was privy to the information 'Jason' was now giving him. Only Andy knew of the events of that evening… They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Brian looked into those eyes and through that window and saw what his mind, what logic, defied.

…Andy's soul.

The realization of what Brian saw, what he felt, caused him to start hyperventilating. His heart could no longer deny it. It WAS Andy!

Andy grabbed Brian's face in his hands.

"Easy, deep breaths," he cautioned holding on to Brian as he gasped for air.

"Is it so hard to believe?" Andy said smiling, attempting to take some of the shock out of his announcement.

Brian held his gaze, his mind grappling with the plausibility of what he was hearing.

"How?" He asked, still not fully convinced.

"How does anything happen, Bean? Love, faith. And it doesn't hurt to have an Angel helping you out." Andy said tongue in cheek.

Brian reached out his fingers, and tentatively brushed them against Andy's face, his eyes never leaving his. Jason seemed to disappear before him, only to be replaced by his long lost, and much loved brother.

"Andy?" He croaked, his voice nearly strangled from emotion.

"Yeah Bean, it's me. I'm here, in the flesh, ok, someone else's flesh." Andy quipped.

"Though I've always been here with you in spirit. I never left. All these years I've been watching you and Rena, lending support when I was allowed, and at times when I wasn't.." Andy said with soulful humor, heedless of the tears streaming down his face.

Brian let out a guttural, pained sound and crushed Andy to him. The two brothers held on to each other fiercely. Each afraid to let go for fear the other would disappear if they did. So many years, so much pain, love and longing all coming together in this one moment. His beloved brother, who died the most horrible death twenty-five years ago, through some miracle, was here. Standing right in front of him.

Shock was a word too mild to put to what he was feeling.

"Bean, listen, I'm here to help you find Justin but I don't have much time. I've got Jasons' body on loan, so to speak. For every minute I occupy his body, he loses a minute of his life. The sooner we find Justin, the sooner I can return his body to him." Andy said reluctantly pulling away from Brian.

Brian looked at him through eyes pooled with tears.

"You can't leave me again," he said, his voice broken. Andy's heart clenched.

"Did you think this would be easy?" Gabriels voice rang in his head.

"I have to Bean. I'm only here because it's my fault Justin is missing." Andy said.

"Your fault, how?" Brian asked, trying to compose himself.

"Justin was drowning in that river, or so I thought. I broke through our worlds and pulled him out. I knew there would be consequences, but what I didn't know was that those consequences would be dealt to you and Justin." Andy tried to explain.

Brian shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

"Wait a minute. What the fuck are you saying? You SAVED Justin's life! Why should anyone be punished?" Brian asked.

Andy sighed.

"Because I did not have faith in God's will." The words barely left his mouth when it dawned on him.

For the first time, Andy understood that his actions since his death have been disloyal to God. His insistence that he not go to heaven so that he could be there to help his family was a statement of distrust in the Lord. Suddenly, he felt ashamed.

"Some lesson's must be learned through trial and error my child. Our Father is all loving, and does not judge you. Do not judge yourself. You've work yet to be done. With the knowledge you've just gained, you can now better aide your brother." Gabriel said

"I still don't understand." Brian said breaking into Andy's thoughts.

"It doesn't matter, you will when your time comes. Right now we must right the wrong I've done, and to do that, you MUST trust me!" Andy pleaded.

"Of course I trust you!" Brian said affronted.

"But if you are going to tell me I have to let Justin go, I can't. That's not possible Andy. Don't ask me to." Brian said.

Andy made a face.

"Still stubborn as a mule I see." He said sighing.

"No, of course I'm not asking you to give up your soul mate! By the way, that's impossible. Your soul mate is bound to you throughout eternity. Just because you may not be together in this life, doesn't mean you won't be together in the hereafter, or in another lifetime." Andy informed Brian.

"Well THIS is the only life I'm concerned with. And in THIS life, I WILL not give Justin up." Brian said combatively.

Andy threw his hands up. Ten minutes of being reunited, and already the brothers were fighting. Yeah, not even death could change that, Andy thought with a smile.

"Stubborn ass, listen to me and stop being so arrogant! I'm not saying let Justin go; I'm saying hold off on running to him for one night! I'm telling you, you are only going to make it worse if you drag him away in the middle of the night while he's sick, and confused. He needs time." Andy said.

Brian snorted. Andy glared at him.

"You listen to me Bean, I am STILL your older brother, and I've never lied to you. Trust me on this. BACK OFF! For tonight anyway." Andy said.

Brian was about to respond when a loud commotion in the lobby caught their attention.

"Don't tell me to lower my voice! Tell me where my father is!"

Brian cringed as he heard his sons' angry voice. He was probably brow beating the hotel clerk.

Jagger and Peter had been closest to the hotel Brian and Jason were staying at when they had gotten the call from James with the news. They were the first to arrive on the scene, and apparently, causing a scene of their own. At least Jagger was. Of the two, Peter was the calm rational one, Jagger was quick tempered and reckless.

"Shit, when will that boy learn to curb his temper!" Brian said.

Andy looked at him incredulous.

"This coming from you?" The King of 'queen outs'?" Andy snickered.

Brian made a face at him. "I do NOT queen out!" Brian said.

"You forget, I've been watching you and Re for the past twenty-five years. You queen out." Andy replied challenging his brother to deny the accusation.

Brian snorted.

"Well if we don't diffuse Jagger now, you'll see what a real queen out looks like. For a straight guy, he can be more over the top then Emmett on his worse days." Brian remarked.

"I shudder to think how he'll react when you tell him that your long lost dead brother has invaded your daughters boyfriends body." Andy joked.

Brian however, did not appreciate Andy's humor.

"Jesus Andy, we can't let anyone know about this!" Brian sputtered.

"Calm down I was kidding. Of course we can't tell anyone. Who would believe us anyway! Just don't call me Andy in front of them." Andy cautioned.

"Dad!" Jagger yelled out as he rounded the corner.

He stopped short when he all but ran into Brian.

"Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit out of me!" He said pulling Brian into his arms.

"James called us. He said you may have found DJ. Is it true?" Jagger asked his own voice hoarse with restrained emotion.

Brian pulled back from his sons' robust embrace and smiled.

"It appears so, a doctor called and claims to have treated him tonight." Brian said then furrowed his brows.

"Fuck, she's calling the cops!" He remembered and rushed to find her.

Corrine was standing at the waterfall in the main lobby. She closed her cell and turned around to face Brian.

"Dr. Vioget, please tell me you didn't call the police." Brian inquired in a more conciliatory tone.

Corrine contemplated lying to him after all he put her through but didn't have the heart. No matter how rude he was, she was sympathetic to his cause.

"Actually, I called my fathers cell to see how Justin is doing. He says the fever broke, and he's sleeping soundly. I told him the situation. He agrees that at all costs, we should not disturb Mr. Taylor tonight. So if you want to call the police, go ahead. A night in jail is preferable to a night listening to your insufferable, insane, ramblings." She stated flatly.

She may be sympathetic, but she was still perturbed over his earlier tirade.

Jagger, who was standing behind his father, held back a smile at the lady doctors' words. She had guts standing up to his Dad like that. Brian was a formidable figure on a good day. In a situation like this, he was downright scary! Yet she bravely faced the demon and spat back at him.

Jaggers' estimation of the woman just rose a notch. It didn't hurt that she was fucking hot as hell either.

Jagger leaned against the lobby desk and pretty much leered at her.

Corrine caught the look and put her hand to her throat. His gaze was so intense, it literally stole her breath. She quickly composed herself, horrified that her moment of unease was witnessed by the young man with the sharp, passionate hazel eyes.

"Don't tell me, your son?" She asked motioning to where Jagger was standing, or more accurately, leaning seductively.

Brian looked back over his shoulder and cursed.

"Keep it in your pants Jag for God sakes! Let's focus on DJ, ok?" Brian admonished.

Jagger shrugged.

"You heard her. DJ is fine, and sleeping. Thank God. It's been a rough week, I say it's time to celebrate." He said to his father, but kept his gaze on Corrine.

Corrine let her guard down and smiled at the young man. He had a playful swagger about him that was irresistible. He pulled at the 'imp' inside of her.

"Well at least this Kinney isn't vexing…She paused then added; "much." Gracing him with a lascivious smile. Peter groaned.

Jagger never let an opportunity go by, no matter what the circumstances.

"Where's Daddy J, Dad? Are we going to get him tonight?" Peter asked ignoring his brothers and the doctor's little seduction play.

"No." Brian conceded and sent Andy a look that said he was not happy, but he would wait, for now.

Corrine turned her attention back to Brian.

"I'm very glad to hear that Mr. Kinney. As I promised, I'll take you up to the cabin in the morning." She said.

"Justin's in a cabin?" Brian asked. It was the most information she'd given him on Justin's whereabouts.

"Yes, about twenty minutes from here. I'll be heading home now, shall we meet back here, say around nine am?" Corrine suggested.

"That's not a good idea Brian." James voice came from behind the small group gathered.

"And who is he?" Corrine asked, beyond frustrated at the treatment she was getting from this family.

Seemed everyone was intent on being discourteous to her.

"James don't be rude!" Emmett said as he caught up to his partner.

He pushed James aside to greet the woman. He stopped short when he came face to face with her and in typical over-dramatic "Emmett" style, put his hands to his cheeks and gasped exuberantly.

"Good God no one should have hair that gorgeous! Why honey I'd kill for hair that vibrant!" Emmett exclaimed.

'I'd kill just to feel that hair beneath me.' Jagger thought.

"Um, thank you," she said unable to come up with a more appropriate response, if there was such a thing.

The tall man gawking at her was good looking, outlandishly dressed, and demonstrative which he demonstrated by pulling her into a quick hug, and giving her an 'air' kiss before releasing her. Corrine was taken aback by his grandiose manner.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners? Please allow me to make the introductions. I'm Emmett Honeycutt and this ill mannered, but exceedingly handsome thug is my partner James." Emmett said placing his hand on James's forearm.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Honeycutt. I'm Dr. Corrine Vioget. Currently Justin Taylor's physician." She returned.

"Oh no! James you said Justin was fine! Why does he need a doctor? His he hurt?" Emmett squealed frightfully.

"He's been in an accident, but he's healing. My father, who is also a doctor, is currently with him and will be spending the night with him. I was just telling Mr. Kinney that tomorrow morning I'll be more than happy to take him to see his partner." Corrine explained.

"Oh my poor baby! Thank God he has such caring people looking after him." Emmett commented.

"Caring or not, I don't think it's a good idea to let her go knowing she is the only one who knows where Justin is." James advised.

Corrine huffed and poked her finger into James chest, taking him by surprise.

"I'll have you know that my reputation in this town is outstanding! I am the head administrator, and founder of Matears medical center! How dare you insinuate I've no integrity! The Hippocratic oath binds me! That means I'm dedicated to healing, not injuring people. And that includes this insufferable oaf!" Corrine pulled her finger from James's chest to point it at Brian.

Corrine's outburst stunned everyone.

'Fuck', she thought. She said very uncharacteristically. She NEVER lost her patience!

"Such language out of that beautiful mouth." Jagger pushed away from the hotel desk and walked towards her.

"Tell you what uncle James. I'll escort the lady home, and escort her back here in the morning." Jagger directed his words to James, but his eyes never left Corrine's.

"Pfsst! I think I'd rather take my chances with him." She said motioning towards James.

Jagger leaned forward and whispered for her ears only.

"As hard as it will be on me, and I mean hard…I promise to behave." Jagger drawled.

Corrine felt shivers go up her spine at his words. She did not like the affect this man had on her. He was much too young and much too dangerous. But she was tired, and depleted and just wanted to get home at this point.

"Fine," she said, conceding to being 'escorted', even though the very idea appalled her.

All she wanted was to go home, and get some sleep. These people were exhausting.

"You can sleep on the couch," she added then pushed past everyone and went to retrieve her coat.

Jagger watched her retreating form with an appreciative eye. James nudged his shoulder to get his attention.

"Well go ahead! And don't let her out of your sight," he commanded.

"Oh, don't worry uncle James. There's no chance of that." Jagger said then followed the beautiful doctor out of the hotel. James turned back to Brian.

"So, it's confirmed. She knows where Justin is." He stated, more than asked, just for clarification.

Brian sighed a big sigh of relief that was short lived.

"Yeah, she knows. But he's not well James. He has amnesia. The doctor says he doesn't' remember anything about his past. Not even who he is. Actually, he thinks he's someone else." Brian said.

Emmett gasped.

"Most cases of amnesia go away fairly quickly." James tried to reassured Brian.

"I hope you're right James." Brian said in a very tired voice.

"I really won't know anything until I see him. For now though, it's good enough to know he's alright, and being cared for." Brian said resolutely, as if trying to convince himself.

Andy put his hand on Brian's shoulder.

"Come on, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a very trying day," he said.

Brian nodded, said his good nights, and followed Andy up to their room.

James turned to Emmett and frowned at the odd look on his face.

"I know that look Em, what is going on in that over-active brain of yours?" James asked.

"Oh nothing…" He said as he watched Andy lead Brian into the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors were closing, Emmett caught Brian lean his head on Jason's shoulder, and Jason wrap his arms around him in what appeared to be a very intimate embrace.

Emmett's eyes widened at the scene.

"Some thing's not right in Never-Neverland James. Our Peter is in danger. I think we better keep a close eye on him…" Emmett said then went to secure them a room for the night.

James shook his head in confusion at Emmett's words. Though he had no idea what Emmett was talking about, he knew one thing…Emmett loved Brian and Justin as if they were his own blood.

If he smelled trouble, then James would take that seriously. His own gut was telling him trouble was indeed, just around the corner. The sooner Brian got Justin back, the easier he would breathe.