Bertram sat, two weeks from Christmas, typing away as Lukas cleared the table. Bertram looked up at the young man and offered him his extra croissant. "Erm. Would you like the last, er...?"

Lukas looked from the plate to Bertram as he took a bite of the one he'd already been eating. He shook his head, holding his hand out in a 'no thanks' manner. "Tusen takk , men nei. Hvis du så min søster, vil du forstå hvorfor." "Thank you very much but no. If you saw my sister, you'd understand why."

Bertram set the plate down and Lukas continued to sweep up crumbs off the table. "That's all right, more for me."

"Bare ikke gå å spise alt selv," "Just don't go eating it all yourself," Lukas gave Bertram a once-over. "Du får chubbier hver dag." "You're getting chubbier every day."

Bertram looked up at Lukas as he ate the other croissant. "I'm lucky - I've got of those constitution where I never put on weight."

The phone began to ring, and Bertram picked up the closest one. "Hello." The phone kept ringing, and he figured it must be one of the others. He put it back and stood to search through his papers. Lukas had the same idea and joined in. As Lukas beent down to look at a pile, Bertram took a step forward and straightened, causing them to bump into each other. Bertram huffed out a laugh. "Oops. Sorry." The phone was still ringing, and Lukas began to flip through a script, finding the phone halfway and handing it to Bertram with a small smile. "Hello ?"

It was sunny, with a light breeze coming in from the North East. Bertram decided to move his work outside to the deck, where he could see the lake just a few meters away. Lukas came out to join him and brought a fresh cup of tea for him. Bertram looked up just as he set it down. "Thank you."

As luck would have it, at the exact moment Lukas picked up his old cup, a gust of wind blew past, taking all the papers under that cup with it, sending them into the lake. "Nei! Jeg synde så lei meg." "No! I'm sinning, I'm sorry." Lukas ran after the papers while Bertram just looked on in a kind of shocked state, mouth agape. "Å nei. Vent litt." "Oh, no. Hold on."

Bertram stood at the edge of the deck, leaning over the railing as Lukas chased the papers down to the modest dock at the lake's edge. "God, it's half the book. Oh, no."

"Det katastrofe!" "What a disaster!" Lukas stood at the dock, hands in his hair and pacing as he watched the papers land one by one in the water. He suddenly stopped and started stripping his clothes.

Bertram's hands came to his face as he watched what he was certain could not be happening. "Just leave them, please! They're not important. They're not worth it!" He jumped over the railing and began to make his way to the dock. "Stop! Stop. It's all just rubbish." By this point Lukas was down to his boxers, "Just leave it." Lukas dove into the water. "Oh, God, he's in. And now he'll think I'm a total spaz if I don't go in too." He started to strip down to his boxers as Lukas started shivering.

"Faen - det er kaldt!" "Fuck - it's cold!" He began to swim around and gather the papers.

Bertram jumped in and instantly regretted it. "Fuck - it's freezing! Fuck!" He began to help Lukas collect the papers. God, there were so many!

"Dette ting bedre være bra." "This stuff better be good." Lukas' voice was bitter as his teeth chattered.

"It's not worth it, you know, it isn't bloody Shakespeare."

Lukas was still ranting in Norwegian and Bertram still had no idea what he was saying. "Jeg ønsker ikke å drukne spare litt dritt min bestemor ville ha skrevet." "I don't want to drown saving some shit my grandmother could have written."

Bertram sighed and watched Lukas swim around, collecting ruined papers. "Just stop. Stop."

"Hva slags idiot gjør ikke kopier?" "What kind of an idiot doesn't do copies?"

"I really must do copies." Bertram looked around the water. "There'd better not be eels in here. I can't stand eels…"

Lukas saw Bertram thrashing around and threw over his shoulder, "Prøv ikke å forstyrre ål." "Try not to disturb the eels."

Bertram stopped moving and jolted suddenly. "Oh god, what the hell is that?"

They're both inside now, with Lukas wrapped in a blanket, and Bertram brings out two mugs of tea, setting them on the table as he sits. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I know. I'll name one of the characters after you."

Lukas smiles and shrugs. "Kanskje du kunne navnet en av karakterene etter meg. Eller gi meg 50% av fortjenesten." "Maybe you could name one of the characters after me. Or give me 50% of the profits."

Bertram nods, (not that he knows what Lukas said.) "Or I could give you 5% of the profits."

Lukas looks at Bertram curiously. "Hva slags bok er det?" "What kind of book is it?" When Bertram gave him a blank stare, he tried again. "Type. Kind ... Romanse?" "Kind. Kind… Romance ?"

Bertram made an understanding noise. "Yes. It's, erm..." he makes stereotypical murder motions.

"Ah, er...Thriller…Kriminalitet…" "Thriller...crime..."

Bertram points at Lukas and nods. "Yes. Ja. Crime. Crime, murder." He waves a gun around like a cop would, and Lukas laughs.

"Skummel?" "Scary?"

"Er, scary?" Lukas nods. "Yes, sometimes scary. And, er, sometimes not. Mainly scary how bad the writing is." He laughs at his own joke.

"Mm. Jeg får heller gå tilbake til arbeid." "I'd better get back to work." Lukas motioned to the dirty house and Jamie nodded. That, he understood. "Ah."

"Og senere vil du kjøre meg hjem?" "And then later you'll drive me home?"

He didn't understand all of it, but he knew 'drive me home'. "Sure. It's my favourite time of day... driving you." He smiles, and Lukas frowns.

"It's the saddest part of my day, leaving you." He says it with such a heavy accent, and so much slurring, that it takes Bertram a minute to figure out what Lukas said. He smiles sadly.

"Sorry."

A/N:

to be completely honest, I've seen this movie SO MANY TIMES and I never figured out that he was learning Portugese to understand her until I wrote this chapter. Anyways as their story progresses I'll be sure to increase the amount of understanding or w/e