John could hardly believe his eyes, he could clearly see a large tattoo, old and discoloured on the bottom of his back, Finch didn't have a tattoo, this wasn't Finch.
John quickly drew his gun,"turn the water off now" he shouted,
the man in the shower jumped and turned around
"now" John demanded
The man did as told, John felt sick holding finch at gun point but this wasn't Finch.
John handed him a towel "cover up and get out"
The man did "John... Look..."
"don't fucking John me. Who the hell are you?"
The man shook his head
"answer me or I will kill you"
"OK... OK" said the man raising his hands "I'm Ed, Harold older brother"
"brother?" repeated John
"yes"
John was annoyed and upset "why are you here? Impersonating him?"
"Harold turned up at my retreat in a awful state, saying he needed help so my wife and I helped him. But it was taking time and he knew you we're ill without him around. So..." Ed rubbed his face "so he paid me to come back and be him for a short while"
"paid you? Your here playing your gay brother for money?"
Ed nodded "yes. Sick I know but yes"
"where the hell is he now?" John needed to have it out with Finch not this man
"I don't know"
"you got an ear piece?"
"yes on the bedside cabinet"
"right walk through with me" said John still holding Ed and gun point
As told Ed walked through "you must know its not been me all the time you have been around with him as well"
"I don't care" they arrived at the bed "sit there and don't move"
John saw the ear piece on the bed side cabinet, he walked across still holding his gun up. he placed it in and tapped it
"nice shower?" came the familiar voice
It burnt John "no it was awful, I got caught out by John, he saw my tattoo and now he's very pissed off, got me at gun point"
Silence fell
"now I suggest you get into this fucking bedroom right now before I kill him and then you"
Silence
"do not fuck with me"
"I'm not" came Finch voice at the door
John turned seeing Finch made him feel sick, he'd been betrayed many times but this was on a whole new level, words failed him
"John put the gun down and we can talk"
"no" said John,
"John please"
"no fuck you, ill put it down when I'm ready to"
"fine...OK..." said Finch looking at his feet
"uh uncomfortable Finch? Good cos so am I..."
Finch looked up, John knew he hadn't changed he wasn't the man John had spent all day with, it hurt him
"why did you do this to us? Huh tell me? Did you get some sort of sick enjoyment out of watching me with him?"
"no of course not"
"then why? He's given me a reason but I want to hear it from you"
"I... John I... I have cameras in the library and I could see how ill you were, so I needed to come back but I'm not ready"
"then why come back? Why not call and tell me this? Given me something"
"I didn't think it would work. I was scared you wouldn't wait any longer or that you'd turn to drink"
"I'd of waited forever for you"
"would you?" said Finch looking at his feet again
"do not question me and my honesty. You've betrayed me and its worst than I've ever had, I thought you loved me"
It fell silent
"do I still need to be here? listening to this?" said Ed
John moved his gun down and sat it on the bed
"Finch?"
"Ed here" said Finch taking an envelope from his inside pocket,
Ed turned to John "can I go?"
"yes, go" said John watching Finch at the doorway
Ed stood and walked to Finch, he took the envelope
"were still here for you, and him if he needs it"
"thank you" said Finch pulling him into him, they hugged "your clothes are in the wardrobe"
"OK" said Ed and turned "bye John"
John just looked at them watching the exchange, wanting so much to hurt Finch, it hurt him but it wouldn't help to hurt him physically. He just nodded to Ed and watched him leave the room, he wondered what would come next then Finch stepped into the room and just looked at his feet, John could see and feel how ashamed Finch felt but it didn't make him feel any better.
After a few moments Finch spoke "John... I have been so foolish again, haven't I?"
"foolish? That's all you call this? Your..." John was now so angry he could of struck Finch and kept striking him "your not worth my time if that's all you can think this is... I'm amazed at... Your even worse now than when you left. I'm leaving" John marched across the room aiming for the door
Finch stepped in front and stopped him"no John please"
"Finch..." John took a breath, he could so easily strike him, his hand clenched in a fist
Suddenly the door opened "Harold... Oh.." he paused "John don't do it. Harold step away from him now... Don't battle him... Not now" came Ed's voice
John took another breath but he couldn't unclench his fist
"I can't let him go" said Finch sounding weak
"Harold you have to step back and let him go"
John moved back a little and stepped around him, then he saw Ed stood at the door in jogging bottoms, trainers and a hood top, he passed him "thank you" and he walked downstairs.
At the bottom he could see Mrs P, she turned "you OK sir?"
That was it he broke into tears "I'm fine" he sniffed
"looks and sounds it sir. Who's upstairs with Mr H now?"
"his older brother" said John wiping his face
"his brother? Oh god... So there has been two different men?"
"yes. I've gotta go"
"yes go, bye sir"
"bye" and he walked out the door.
John stood on the steps wanting to go back in, to do what he wasn't sure. Hit Finch, kiss Finch or just make love to him but all were a bad idea so he walked down the steps
"lift into town sir?" offered the young driver
"please"
And the driver opened the door for him. Sat inside all he did was cry, he loved Finch so much but he had betrayed him, them and himself. John needed to drown this all away, he looked out and was near a bar he'd been a few times
"driver" he called
The screen came down "yes sir"
"drop me here please"
"OK" said the driver and he pulled in.
"thank you" said John letting himself out
"wait sir" called the driver and John walked towards the drivers window "Mr H dropped this from the window for me to give you" and he handed him his wallet
"thank you"
"call if you need a lift later"
"thanks but I doubt it" then he walked into the bar.
