Storms had never disturbed him before, not since he was a young boy, but something felt wrong about this one. Maybe not dangerous or life threatening but something he couldn't quite fit the last piece together to see the puzzle picture.

Roman blamed the headache he had all day and now into the night for his discomfort.

At least the storm had a positive, he wouldn't be mobbed by fans leaving and nobody dared leave for the hotel yet so he had plenty of time to fold, refold and check for any wrinkles in his clothing.

Steam iron out to work, he preferred to be neat and tidy.

His head throbbed, a cranium pulse, at the thrilled whooping, his hair hurt from Leo's damn annoying pet music note tugging at it, singing between the strands.

'Passing through.' Seth grunted, grabbed his clear plastic umbrella, hurried along. 'Fatty decided to antagonize me by going outside carrying a metal pipe.'

'Trying to get struck?'

'Trying to get struck.' The grumble and groan of an answer, a lengthy sigh, perturbed.

'Joke's on him then. The major part of the storm is above us and moving away.'

'I hope he gets drenched out there. He's the dried inedible gum stuck to my shoe.' A crinkled smile rose, sunrise of the face, eyes glistening. 'Damn, I love that guy.'

'I can never say enough how much I like hearing you admit it. We're meant to be together, us three, more than mere destiny or fate.'

'Leo too?' The hyena of a human chased his pet around the locker room.

Roman's head felt bad enough to rupture, bleed his brain onto the floor, a horrible intense pain over his eyebrows. He grimaced and nodded at his team mate, feeling sorrow and guilt worse than the headache. He loved Leo, almost blindly and stupidly and could never admit that Leo, good man and bed uce or no, would not ever be part of their group. Nobody would, it was the three of them always, no less, no more, life and death.

'Yeah.' he said quickly, softly, hating to lie.

'Well I'm gone. Save me some towels, me and fat boy will surely be soaked when we get back.'

'I'll iron extra. Hey, Leo, you go too, not outside but keep watch at the door, okay?'

'Leo goes too? And Boogie?'

'Yeah take Three Joe. I need the quiet with this head ache.'

''Umbrella?'

'Oh no, you stay INDOORS. I'm not losing sleep rubbing you dry.'

' Leati is the best rubber!'

'Silly temptation.' Roman smiled, not only with his mouth but his entire body, warmth flowing through his veins, goofy embarrassment of a lovesick gleam showing in his eyes, heard Seth laugh behind him, mutter the word 'condom' behind the umbrella, glanced back and grinned at him as well. His two men, even with one absent, his lover and a friendly nuisance of a music note, his family away from family, more than home away from home.

The joy, the happiness he felt was outstanding, overwhelmed him, weakened his head pains and took his breath from him, candle flame flicker.

Outside, rain began to slack off, traveling away from the arena.

Outside, the sheep were let loose.

A snarl of a frustrated yet pleased grin on the scruffy, dirty, rain washing the filth stains down his face like makeup , intense and smirking profile.

He slammed the drivers door and sat waiting, saw his target not long after.

Herded the sheep right towards him, bellowing, panicked puffs of white wool.

Disaster and destruction.

Just what he'd wanted on his Christmas list.

Whistled as he drove the truck, following the bad weather.

Far away.

The blast of wind was the angry complaint of a dying storm.

Leo crouched and watched it, in the open exit door of the arena, careful not to touch any metal since Cupcake had told him it was a no-no.

The wind was very bad and grabbed his white cap with the black spot eyes, black line mouth, and three black ovals, ears and nose.

'Panda hat!' Leo yelped and scolded, shook his finger in warning. 'Get back here before you get wet!'

His music note did best to equally scold, tried to yank him from the outside, chirring in a whine.

'Joe Joe Joe , you stay here while I get hat.'

The music note whined, green fading to pale yellow.

'Look, its okay.' The dripping cap was scooped up, placed on a wet scalp, face beaming with amusement beneath it.

Bellows and baas louder than the thunder in full bloom.

Hooves louder than that.

The music note made the sound of a prey animal shrieking as a predator pack ate it alive, struggling, when his owner, his master and friend was trampled by the white terrified mass.

Joe Times Three circled the fallen man, got partially crushed by the side of a fleeing hoof, whined and wailed and shrieked.

Bumped the still body, over and over.

Wobbly and broken, the note weaved a path back indoors, mustering strength to locate the man it'd been named after.

The one who could help make things better.