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Out of Control, Part 14

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Come on, I know there is. I used to date you, you know," Donavon said as he pointed his spoon at her. "I know how you operate."

"It's just…your cousin…your girlfriend," Veronica replied as she shook her head. She raked her fingers through her bangs and closed her eyes. She didn't keep them that way for long since almost every time she closed her eyes, she could see Vaughn and Randy in that position. She turned her head and looked back into the gray green eyes in front of her. "I thought you would know."

"Know what?" he asked, with a curious look on his face. He took another bite of his sundae as they sat on a bench that overlooked the beach. "Did I miss something when I was away this weekend?"

"You missed a great deal," she sighed again, miserable. She swirled her spoon in the remnants of her own sundae that was now long since eaten. Pregnancy made her scarf food down in no time flat. "No one thought to tell you?"

"I didn't get home until yesterday afternoon. I went for training at Preventers HQ in Brussels over the weekend. I left Thursday night, which was the last time I saw you and you weren't like this."

"A lot can happen in a few days."

"Will you just tell me what this has to do with Randy and Vaughn?"

"They were caught together," she answered as she looked back out at the water.

"Huh?" Donavon asked, now puzzled.

"Your girlfriend, Randy, was straddling your cousin."

His brows drew in over his eyes. "She was what?"

Veronica returned her eyes to his. The green in his eyes was getting brighter, a tell tale sign that he was getting angry. She rolled her lips inwards before speaking again. "He got in a fight with Bobby over me, he went to her to be patched up. I caught…them in…that position…"

A muscle twitched in his jaw. "You're saying that Randy was on top of him?"

She nodded her head. "And he said something that couldn't she kiss it and make it feel better…and that he liked having her as a fantasy."

Donavon clenched his teeth as he thought of the picture she had painted for him. He was used to the bantering and the oddness of Vaughn's relationship with Randy. It didn't bother him a whole lot because he knew they didn't mean it. But upon hearing that Vaughn still fantasized about his girlfriend and that she had been on top of him, made his blood burn with jealousy and anger. "Is that so?"

She recognized the clipped tone, knowing that he was already in fury. She knew it was hard to get Donavon mad, but knowing how much he loved Randy and the thought of some other guy having his hands all over her, especially his cousin, it would definitely set his temper in motion. She closed her eyes. "And that's not all they've done."

"What else have they done?" he growled, already thinking of ways he could strangle Vaughn within an inch of his life.

"They used to practice kissing when they were teenagers, around fifteen, sixteen years old. He's had his tongue shoved down her throat on more than one occasion. They didn't want anyone to know. I found out from Bobby."

A bright red color suffused his features, making his tan stand out even more. "Kissing?"

"Kissing."

"I'm going to kill him."

Her eyes shot back to his. The green in his eyes had intensified, making them glow. She laid one hand on his forearm. "My father already told Duo and Quatre what they did. He was going to make sure they didn't get out of punishment for hurting me. But at the same time, I realize, I shouldn't have started in on Randy since I knew she would fight back. She doesn't like to be told that she's wrong as I do. I don't think it meant anything, but…I don't want him dead."

Donavon relaxed a little and raised his one hand to her chin. He tilted her face up to his, so he could look into her eyes. "After all of this, you don't want him dead?"

"…No…"

He studied her a moment. "You're in love with him and even though he hurt you, you're still willing to have him."

"I just have to accept the fact that I'm second to Randy in his mind."

His mouth twitched. "I'll be changing that. No one has the right to fantasize about my girlfriend except me."

Veronica arched a brow at him. "So, you do have fantasies?"

An embarrassed look crossed his face. "She's my girlfriend. I'm entitled," he replied, but then his expression grew serious, "But what she was doing, wasn't right either. I'll have words with her…after I go and knock some sense into my cousin."

She frowned a little. "Only some? His tongue was halfway down Randy's throat."

"Yes…well, some in my case can mean a lot," Donavon said as his eyes narrowed just a bit. "He hurt you as did Randy, which I won't let him get by with. She won't get away with it either."

Veronica didn't know whether or not she should be pleased or sorry for what she had just told him. Deep down, she loved Vaughn with all her heart, but what he did do was unforgivable. And Randy…thinking of her made her grit her teeth. Her father had already told her that this unspoken war between the two of them had to stop since it was already well out of control. She knew she was to blame just as much as Randy was. And she knew that Randy loved Donavon like she loved Vaughn, but what she did was inexcusable. However, she wasn't that cruel to wish that Donavon would dump her because of it. She wouldn't wish that on anyone, least of all her. Randy was a good friend when she wasn't being the bitch. "Donavon, just don't be rash and do something that you regret," she said quietly as she reached up and covered his hand with hers.

Donavon stared into the sapphire eyes in front of him. He smiled slightly and pressed a brotherly kiss on her forehead. "I won't. I'm not so irrational that I'll do something stupid and regret it later on. I'll talk to her and beat the shit out of him. Now, I should take you back to your office. I have errands to do." He stood up and offered her his hand.

She walked back to his car, her fingers threaded with his. Once she was seated, she twisted her fingers together on her lap. She didn't want to have to tell him. She hadn't really wanted to, but in order for her to feel some semblance of peace, it had to be said and done. She was just glad that she had been able to. She glanced over at Donavon again. His jaw was set and there was an icy look in his eyes. She shivered involuntarily, knowing that whatever was going to happen, wasn't going to be pretty.

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Vaughn tossed his pen down on his desk. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath as the words on the paper in front of him blurred. "Can't get any sort of work done. Not one bit because of last week's debacle. I should count myself lucky for coming out alive with Duo. The man was pissed beyond belief. I can't say that I blame him because if I was him, I would want to kill me too for making out with Randy." He raked both hands through his hair, making the platinum locks stand up on end and stared down at his desk. He ached with guilt for hurting Veronica. He was so in love with her that it nearly took his breath away, but there had always been that complication with Randy. Randy, the girl he had been attracted to as an adolescent. There was just something about her. Then there was Veronica. It had been a crush that developed into something deeper as he got older. He had his share of fantasies of her. Some bordering on the erotic, others of just being able to be with her and kiss those pretty lips of hers, and to tell her what he felt for her. He was yanked out of his thoughts when his door was thrown open with a crash. His eyes centered on his cousin, who looked like he was breathing fire. The intense anger washed through him. "Oh shit," he mumbled. "What do I owe the honor of your presence, Donavon?"

Donavon threw the door closed behind him, making it rattle. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU'VE BEEN DOING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?" he yelled.

Vaughn stood up and looked out the window, trying to keep calm. "If you mean, what happened last Friday, it was nothing."

"NOTHING? NOTHING!" The russet haired Barton crossed the room in a few strides, yanking his cousin around to face him. "Veronica said that Randy was straddling you!"

"Did she mention it was my chest she was sitting on?" Vaughn replied as he looked into the furious green eyes in front of him.

"No, she didn't. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you have some talking to do before I decided whether or not to beat the shit out of you!"

Vaughn's eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. "Veronica took some things out of context. It was innocent because I was acting like a pain in the ass to Randy, who was trying to patch me up. She was sitting on my bare chest so I wouldn't move. What I said to her was in a teasing manner, which she replied in kind. You of all people should know that Randy and I hardly mean what we say when innuendos are flying about."

Donavon's fists curled in the material of Vaughn's dark blue shirt. "That doesn't excuse the fact that you fantasized about her."

A slight tugging on his shirt, released him from Donavon's grip. He walked over to his door, making sure it was shut and to put a safe distance between him and his cousin. "Who hasn't fantasized about your girlfriend? You would have more men to beat the shit out of besides me," he said as he turned to face his cousin, only to find him right in front of him again. "You should be grateful that I never pursued her. I didn't because she liked you and you liked her, but I'm male and she's hot looking. So sue me."

More fury ripped through Donavon, who slammed his slighter framed cousin into the heavy oak door. "That's not an excuse, Vaughn! You're my cousin! You do not have fantasies and dreams about my girlfriend!"

"Is that a written law?" Vaughn asked, unwisely.

"Are you trying to get me to kill you?" Donavon fumed.

"I just want to know if there was a law saying a guy can't get ideas about someone's girlfriend?"

"Not if they're related!"

"So, it's ok?"

"NO!" Donavon yelled as he slammed Vaughn into the door for emphasis, "ITS NOT!"

"Just checking," Vaughn replied, wincing from the impact this time. "But I never acted on it, which you should be grateful for."

A muscle in Donavon's cheek twitched. "I think you have and you just don't want to say so."

A feeling of dread filled the younger Winner. "What do you mean?" he asked as he managed to twist himself out of his cousin's grasp again.

Donavon's eyes followed his cousin around the office. "You know exactly what I mean, so don't bullshit me."

Vaughn remained silent, but he couldn't hide the guilty look that passed through his eyes as he averted them away from Donavon's penetrating gaze.

As expected, Donavon snapped at the guilt-ridden look in the amethyst eyes in front of him. Words in the language that was second to all Bartons rose to his lips in a tremendous rush since he couldn't think rationally enough to use English.

Vaughn's eyes widened at some of the things that his cousin was screaming at him. His own temper, getting fueled by Donavon's, coupled with his guilt because he knew he deserved every word and more, finally exploded. And like his cousin, Spanish was the language he replied in kind in since it was second nature to him as well.

Gray green eyes widened at some of the words coming out of Vaughn's mouth. His mouth snapped shut and he growled deep in his throat. "You son of a bitch."

"Takes one to know one," Vaughn lashed back, lapsing back into English.

Donavon launched himself at his cousin.

Vaughn was ready for his cousin's attack, quite capable of holding his own.

Quatre felt anger lapping at him in waves as he ran down the hall towards his son's office. He hadn't need the word from his Vaughn's assistant since he had felt the rage radiating off of his nephew as soon as he entered the building. He threw the door open and beheld Vaughn and Donavon fighting with ferocity that surprised even him. He crossed the room and managed to latch onto the back of Donavon's shirt, and yank him off of his son. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" he snapped as he then stood between them. He gave each one a hard look. "I'm waiting for an answer."

"Ask Donavon," Vaughn muttered, wiping some blood away from the corner of his lip.

Quatre turned his aquamarine eyes towards his nephew. "Well?"

Blood also trickled from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away before he answered his uncle. "Veronica told me what I missed this weekend and then some. He had it coming."

"I should have seen this coming," Quatre sighed, some of the sharpness coming out of his voice. "I knew that someone would tell you, I just didn't think it would come from Veronica directly. And knowing how you feel about Randy, you wouldn't take it lightly."

"Damn right," Donavon replied as he glared at Vaughn. "By what right did you have to have your hands and your mind over my girlfriend?"

"We were teenagers. It was just some fun," Vaughn snapped in response.

Color flooded Donavon's face again. "I want the truth, don't leave out a thing. And if you lie, I will put you in so much pain that you'll be begging me to kill you."

Quatre shook his head. "Donavon…"

"No, dad, I accept those consequence since I would very well deserve them," Vaughn said as he held up his hand. He looked at his cousin. "From the beginning?"

Donavon nodded his head. "Every little detail."

With a sigh, he turned and looked out the windows of his office. "Randy and I started kissing for practice when she turned fifteen. It was her idea, originally. She said it would be good for us to learn on each other since we were so close. She liked you then, as you liked her. She wanted to be able to kiss you when the time came. And I liked Veronica, but boys constantly surrounded her, there was no way for me to get close to her and I didn't want to be one of her lap dogs. Randy was the next best thing I suppose. I had a small crush on her and the kissing was a way for me, to act on what I did feel for her. But I always knew it was you that she wanted," Vaughn said as he dared to look over his shoulder at Donavon.

Donavon crossed his arms. "Continue."

"But there was the one time I dared to French kiss her. I didn't want to stop. I'll admit that I lusted over her. I had been since the day I first kissed her and I knew she felt the same way. That was the day that Bobby caught us. After that we stopped…" Vaughn trailed off and swallowed before continuing, "…but there was one other time after my sixteenth birthday. We got…a little too…you know…"

"No, I don't know. Please enlighten me," Donavon gritted out.

"We did a little more than we should have…but damn she looked so good in red and we were a little tipsy from raiding the liquor cabinet…plus that game of strip poker probably didn't help…"

Quatre observed his nephew's face. It had gotten considerably darker, the eyes were flashing dangerously, and he was rolling back on his heels. He knew what his nephew was capable of if his temper was sparked. His glanced back at his son. "Let me get this straight, when were you two alone long enough to raid the liquor cabinet and play strip poker?"

"We were at home, we were both bored. The others were busy and we decided just to hang out at our house. You and mom had some important dinner to go to, Damien and Quatrina were away at school, and Mira was staying over at a friend's house. It was a Friday night, so we played poker and had a few drinks. I lost all the money I had on me, so I dared her to play strip. She agreed…and by that time, we were a little tipsy…and both of us lost most of our clothes…so I suggested the hot tub…and well…all she was wearing was red…" he trailed off, his face coloring. "And like I said, we had a little more fun than we should have…"

"I'm going to kill you," Donavon bit out as he started forwards, towards his cousin.

"We haven't done anything like that again, I swear. She started dating your brother that summer. I told you the whole, unvarnished truth…"

"I'm still going to nail your ass to the wall."

Vaughn paled and backed up a few steps. "Donavon…I know your pissed…as well as you should be…but I didn't leave out a thing…which means you can't beat me up…"

"Oh, its more than just screwing around with Randy…it's also for putting Veronica through all this crap after you've all but said that you loved her…she doesn't need this and you know it. She's half in love with you, you jackass and I'm kicking your ass for her…but you should be grateful that she didn't want me to hurt you too badly. I promised her I wouldn't," Donavon said as he grabbed Vaughn by the lapels on his shirt.

The fear went out of Vaughn then, realizing that his cousin was right. "Can you just not break anything? I don't heal fast, you know."

"You're willing to take the beating."

"I deserve it. Hell, I would think less of you if you didn't do a thing to me. I would beat the shit out of me too. I'm more sorry than you could ever know. I didn't mean to hurt Veronica. Randy didn't either. We see it as harmless teasing and I knew that there was always that possibility that she could take it the wrong way, which she did. So, go ahead. I can't feel any worse since I can feel her pain as well as mine for putting her through this," Vaughn said quietly as he closed his eyes and waited for a blow to come to put him out of his misery. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. He opened one eye to see Donavon regarding him in a thoughtful manner. "What?"

"I think I just saw how much pain your in and you certainly don't need me adding to it," Donavon replied as he let go of his cousin. "You know you deserve it for hurting Ver and that's enough for me."

"That's a relief," Quatre sighed, glad that he didn't have to call for Damien and a first aid kit.

Donavon shrugged his shoulders. "Loving her the way you do, is your suffering since she doesn't want anything to do with you at the moment. I know she loves you, but she won't forgive you anytime soon for this," he said, with a slight smile on his face. "You're in more emotional pain and anything physical would useless. You do whine when you're in pain," he smirked as he turned to leave.

Vaughn followed him towards the door. "So sue me. So is everything else ok now?"

With an abrupt turn, Donavon punched him in the face, knocking him back a few steps. "I let you off the hook for Veronica, but as for Randy, I won't be forgiving or trusting you anytime soon. Consider that punch a warning since I won't be so nice the next time," he threatened in a low soft voice, his gray green eyes cold, before he turned on his heel and left. Whistling.

Vaughn held onto his nose. Bright red blood was dripping through his fingers. The pain from the punch was still reverberating in his skull. He tilted his head back and went over to a chair and sat down. "Dad, first aid kit please?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"Sure," Quatre said as he turned to get it. He paused and turned to look at his son. "You should be lucky that's all he did to you. I would have stopped it if it had become a real problem. But you should take his words to heart. The physical agony he could have put you in, would not measure up to the emotional torture you're experiencing now. And as for Randy, you should have expected that." He looked at the blood trickling from his son's fingers. "I'll go get the first aid kit now," he said as he finally left the room.

Vaughn stared at the ceiling, trying to stop the blood flow, thinking of his father's words. Of his cousin's words. "They couldn't be more right," he muttered under his breath as his father came back with the kit and started tending to his nose.

A/N: Did you all like that chapter? I hope you did! Stay turned for more! XOXO!!