Lagrange

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"The two-body problem was analyzed by Johannes Kepler in 1609 and solved by Isaac Newton in 1687. The three-body problem was a central topic in mathematical physics from the mid-1700s until the early 1900s. Various exact results were obtained - notably the existence of stable equilateral triangle configurations corresponding to so-called Lagrange points."

"Be quiet I am trying to sleep."

"What?"

"I said be quiet."

"I didn't say anything."

"Lagrange points?"

"I was dreaming that."

"You dream about the two body problem?"

"Three."

"You said two."

"But I was dreaming about three."

"Maybe you said three too."

"Three two? What are you talking about?"

"And angels – you were going on about playing with the angels a while back too."

"I was dreaming about angels."

"Do you ever dream about me?"

"I have nightmares about you."

"Thanks."

"Welcome."

"So who is Ethan?"

"Pardon?" A slightly worried voice.

"You called me Ethan."

Reid sat up and pulled the blanket around him. "Why would I call you Ethan?"

"Wondering the same thing." Floyd sat up. "So who is he?"

"An old friend. From home."

"Oh that Ethan. The tall good looking gay Ethan."

Sigh "Yes that Ethan."

"The one you hated because he beat you at a spelling whatever thing."

"Yes."

"So why did you call me Ethan?"

"You are getting paranoid. I won't talk to you when you are being like this."

They both lay down again under the blanket. Silence.

"So did you sleep with him?"

"I am tired. I want to sleep."

"I want to talk."

Silence

"I said I want to talk."

"I'm not stopping you."

"So did you?"

Silence – nudging of elbow.

"Spence."

"I am ignoring you."

"Answer me."

"It was a long time ago Floyd."

"So you did?"

"I didn't say that."

"You can't remember?"

"Drop it will you."

Silence.

"How long ago?"

Silence.

"Was he as good as me?"

"Not even close. Now let me sleep."

Silence.

"So why did you call me Ethan?"

"I didn't call you Ethan. I was dreaming."

"Why were you dreaming about Ethan and not me?"

"I told you. I have nightmares about you – not dreams."

"Bad nightmares?"

"Pretty bad."

"Do you scream?"

Spencer sat up again. "You know I do."

"I meant in your sleep."

"So did I."

"It's why I drug you. You realise that don't you? It's so you can sleep."

"Gee and there I was thinking it was so you could abuse me while I was unable to escape."

"That's not funny Spence."

"I wasn't laughing."

"Lay down again."

"I'm not tired now."

Silence.

Floyd rolled over so his back was the sitting Reid and picked up a small metal tube. A hand reached over and took it from him.

"Don't do that. It will kill you."

"Well you won't care – you can go back to Ethan."

Small clinking sound as the metal tube was thrown.

"I'm here aren't I?"

"I had to abduct you again though."

Reid ran his hand over Floyd's hair.

"No – you could have just asked."

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Floyd opened his eyes. Reid wasn't next to him. A quick scan of the room showed he wasn't there. Flanders went to leap to his feet to discover he had been cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling. "Spence! You son of a bitch! I will kill you!"

Reid had taken the opportunity of Floyd's deep sleep to try to make it to the surface of this place. He needed a cell signal. He needed to get away, if Floyd caught him now he would be dead. He had no doubt of that. He was limping badly. Both of his feet were in agony now. He had on sweat pants and nothing else, and was running down pitch dark tunnels towards he knew not what. He flipped open the phone to see if he could get a signal. Nothing. The tunnels were curved. He had no idea where he was, or even if he was going in the right direction. He stood in the pitch black breathing deeply.

It was cold and clammy and familiar and it had hold of his ankle. Reid kicked out at it, but it was quickly replaced by another and suddenly there were hands all over him, and the cell phone was gone from his hands and he could smell something familiar.

"Floyd."

"You are walking in circles. Drink this." A liquid was forced between Spencer's lips and a rough hand over his mouth and nose until he swallowed.

Hands holding him still.

"What were you doing?"

"I I I was exploring." A very nasty taste in his mouth

"You were trying to make a phone call."

Silence.

"Who were you phoning?"

Silence.

"Aaron? Ethan? You were phoning Ethan."

Deep sigh.

"I knew it! You dirty whore! Bring him back to the guest room boys."

Reid could feel himself being lifted off the floor and taken back where he had just tried to escape from.

"Put me down. Floyd, listen to me."

"Done listening to you. You are a liar. You are full of untruths to try to confuse me. I've had enough of it."

"Floyd I was telling you the truth." He was dumped on the floor and the boys where told to leave.

Reid got up to his feet.

"Telling me the truth?! You wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up and gave you a hair cut! You cuffed me. You – cuffed ME!" And a slap.

"Don't do that to me! You have to trust me. You used to trust me – try it again." And a return slap.

"You little bitch!"

"Stop pushing me around Floyd. Try asking. Try trusting."

"Trust you – you – dirty – little – whore?"

Another slap on Floyd's face. "Pull yourself together. I am here. I am not with Ethan or Aaron, or whoever your head likes to think I am messing with. I am with you. I have your name. I am with you because I chose to be with you, and you will trust me or I will leave."

"You cuffed me." slightly subdued voice.

"Yes."

"Don't do it again."

Reid's started to sway

"I don't feel too good. Floyd."

"Sit down."

"My head." He put his hands to his face. "Nose bleed."

"Sit down and don't worry. I get them all the time."

"They nearly killed you."

"Nearly. I know what caused it. Let me fix it for you."

"Floyd. I need you to trust me. I have to go to hospital."

"I can look after you."

"I know that, but there is something wrong. I need you to take me to hospital – or get one of your boys to take me."

"No. I can fix it. It's a side effect of the laudanum – you will be fine. Lay down."

"Of what?!" Reid tipped forwards onto this face.

"It's just a pain killer, for your foot."

"Stoopahgak."

"Pardon?"

"You stupid?"

"It's just a pain killer Spence, don't get so stressed over it."

"Its not aspirin." Muffled voice in the cushions.

"Are you OK?"

"Fine fine – I am used to not feeling my legs or arms."

"Oh you still have a sense of humour."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Has your foot stopped hurting though?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel this?"

"What?"

"I am burning the bottom of your foot with my smoke."

"Son of a bitch! Stop it!"

"You can't feel it?"

"Not yet, but I am sure I will."

Silence.

"What about this?"

"What?"

Flanders grabbed Reid's shoulder and turned him over onto his back

"Wondering what else you won't be able to feel."

He sat astride Spencer and looked down at him.

"Floyd get off me." Looking cross.

"I love you so much when you are angry."

"That's lucky for me then. You make me angry a lot."

Floyd smiling. "I might have over done the dosage."

"Might have?" Grinning back.

"You are admitting that you did something wrong?" Look of mock surprise.

"Yes I think I was wrong."

"I will have to profile you all over again."

Silence.

"Spence?"

"I'm asleep."

"Dreaming about me?"

"Yeah sure – if your name is Ethan."

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