Charlotte:

6:45

521:

The phone rang, on its loudest volume, practically in Kurt's ear.

"Damnit..." Kurt grumbled, picking up the phone and hanging it up quickly.

"Yo, that's the first time I've heard you cuss."

"And it von't be ze last." Kurt groaned, teleporting from the bed to the floor, landing with a thud.

"Careful, Fuzz."

Kurt emitted a sound that sounded like a growl.

432:

There had been a fight that night. Broken glass from a vase lay between the two beds.

Their phone rang. It lay on Scott's bed-side table.

"You gonna get that?" Lance inquired.

Scott shook his head 'no' and rolled over to face the wall.

"SCOTT!" Lance cried, stepping on broken glass to walk over to Scott's bed. "Scott, c'mon man! I KNOW a simple sorry won't cut it, but what do you want me to do?"

Scott rolled over to face Lance.

"First, you can get some shoes on before you hurt yourself."

"You-you still care about me?"

"Of course!"

Lance flung himself at Scott, who moved out of the way just in time for Lance to land on the bed with a slight thud.

"Just because you're not my boy friend doesn't mean you're not my friend."

"You mean, you're still friends with a guy who could tear this place down without lifting a finger?"

"Yeah. Let's get dressed."

7:00

521:

Kurt and Todd, dressed and down at the breakfast had already eaten.

They looked at each other, same expression on both of their faces, and set off to room 432.

7:02

432:

Scott and Lance heard a knock in the door.

"Ah, shit!" Scott said, helping Lance up, doth of them running to the door, Scott fully clothed.

The door opened a crack. Scott poked his head out.

"Any noise head last night was no…YOU GUYS!" Scott shouted, surprised that the two had come.

"Yo, we heard no noise, but you ARE late fo' breakfast!"

"Yeah. Ve've already eaten."

"Damnit!" came a scream from Lance. "Glass in the foot!" He knew he could trust Kurt and Todd, to some extent. At that moment, his trust in others was shattered, just like the vase that lay in pieces between the two beds and the picture frame that lay beyond his side of the bed.

~Lance's flashback snippets~

*"I thought you said you loved me!" Scott shouted.

"I did and I meant it!" Lance shouted back.*

This is my life It's not what it was before All these feelings I've shared

*Before Lance knew it he had a glass picture frame coming his direction.

He instinctively threw something back.

It just so happened to throw an empty vase.

Scott's Optic Blast shattered the vase into five main pieces and thousands, if not millions of tiny shards.

The shards landed between the two beds. Most of them. A few went flying. Lance was cut on his left arm and his forehead. He couldn't tell if Scott was hurt or not.

I'God, if you're up there, PLEASE don't let Scott be hurt!'/I Lance prayed for the first time in this life.*

And these are my dreams That I'd never lived before Somebody shake me 'cause I I must be sleeping

*"I never wanted this fight in the first place!" Lance was screaming.*

Chorus Now that we're here, it's so far away All the struggle we thought was in vain All the mistakes, one life contained They all finally start to go away Now that we're here, it's so far away And I feel like I can face the day I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed To be the person that I am today

*"You started this whole goddamn thing!" Scott screamed at Lance, throwing his shoe, the only soft object he could find, at Lance's head. Lance didn't move. He let the shoe his him.^

These are my words That I've never said before I think I'm doing okay And this is the smile That I've never shown before Somebody shake me 'cause I I must be sleeping

*Lance crawled into bed, tossing Scott's shoe onto his bed.

"Can't leave with out…Scott?" Lance watched Scott leave the room, and ran after him.*

Chorus

Now that we're here, it's so far away All the struggle we thought was in vain All the mistakes, one life contained They all finally start to go away Now that we're here, it's so far away And I feel like I can face the day I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed To be the person that I am today

*Scott got into the truck, Lance running after him, rain pouring down.

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"SCOTT! STOP THE TRUCK!" Lance screamed in a frantic voice.

Scott slammed on the breaks. The truck did a 360 degree spin, halting in the middle of the road at two in the morning.

Lance, running faster than he knew he could, caught up with Scott and his truck and slid into the shotgun seat.*

I'm so afraid of waking Please don't shake me Afraid of waking Please don't shake me

"*It would have been a suicide, not a murder!" Scott shouted.

"Suicide IS murder. Murder of the person that is, at times, your only friend."*

Chorus

Now that we're here, it's so far away All the struggle we thought was in vain All the mistakes, one life contained They all finally start to go away Now that we're here, it's so far away And I feel like I can face the day I can forgive, and I'm not ashamed To be the person that I am today

~end flashback~

Kurt and Todd stood in the doorway, looking blankly at the shattered glass and the room that was practically totaled, Lance picking the glass out of his foot, and Scott more serious than ever.

"I'll get dressed." If Lance had a tail, it would be tucked between his legs. Neither of them knew who ibreally/i/b started the fight. Lance voluntarily took the blame.

8:00

Everyone was ready to go, without a sound..

Todd and Kurt know no details of the fight, but they knew Lance and Scott were no longer together.

Scott swayed a little as he put the truck in reverse.

"Scott, please, let me drive." Lance begged, worried about Todd and Kurt. He didn't care about what happened to him anymore.

"NO!" Scott shouted.

"Over protective ov your baby now, are ve?"

"Yes." Scott admitted in a growl..

"Think of the littlings." Lance said, meaning Todd and Kurt.

Scot mumbled something, put the truck in park, and handed the keys to Lance.

Lance and Scott switched seats, Scott was reluctant. His baby, in the hands of someone who could have killed him last night. Then again, Lance could be at the Morgue, too.

9:00

Scott was asleep in shotgun. Todd was asleep behind Scott. Kurt leaned forward.

"So, Lance, vhat happened last night?" Kurt inquired.

"What happened…is strictly between me and Scott." Lance barked.

"Thank you Lance." Scott said sleepily, Kurt had woken him up.

"You're welcome Scott." Lance gave a weak smile, a smile that quickly faded into nothing but a frown, and returned his eyes to the road.

10:15

Lance pulled into the gas station, getting out to pay, he looked at Kurt and the still-sleeping Todd, "Blue, wake them up, will ya?" Lance half-asked/half-ordered, and slid out to re-fuel. Kurt nodded, first shaking Todd awake, who mumbled and got out of the truck.

"I'm awake Kurt," said Scott, "Why won't /he\ touch me?"

"Maybe because of ze fight? Maybe he iz afraid ov vhat he has created in your soul." Kurt whispered to Scott. Scott sighed and watched Lance walk towards the convince store.

11:45

Diner:

Lance and Scott awkwardly ate together.

"At least we're still friends, right?" Lance asked, almost shaking.

"Yes." Scott paused. "And -why- are you shaking?"

"Just…something personal…" Lance lied, showing nothing on his face so Scott wouldn't know.

Truck:

Todd and Kurt raided the snack bags, they had agreed to give Lance and Scott time, just to see if things got "better."

12:00

Scott stormed out of the diner, Lance not 20 feet behind. Scott leapt into the truck, locked the doors, revved the engine, and started out of the parking lot.

Kurt and Todd, after looking back at Lance, looked at each other, knowing they had to stop the truck.

Kurt opened the door , unbuckled his seat belt, and jumped out of the truck, shocking everyone.

Scott slammer on the breaks. Todd rushed out to Kurt follower by Scott and then Lance. Kurt lay on his back, bleeding, not moving. Lance and Scott squeezed each other's hand, Todd kneeled beside Kurt, shaking. All three were on the verge of tears.

Kurt's eyes closed tightly, and then opened, followed by a ¼ turn. "Lance, Todd, in the truck. I need to talk to Scott." The two nodded and climbed into the truck..

"KURT! WHAT was THAT!?!" Scott yelled.

"Just following my morals." Kurt replied as Scott helped him up, and the two of them headed back towards the truck.

1:00

No one had spoken since Kurt's "incident."

Kurt, in his natural form, had finally stopped bleeding, was being held tightly by Todd.

"All right , Kurt, WHY did you do that?" Lance broke the silence.

"Anything for a friend." Kurt replied, breathing labored.

"Kurt, look at yourself, you can barely breathe, you're gonna scar badly, all for someone who tried to kill me last night!?!" Scott barked at Kurt, who received a reassuring squeeze from Todd.

"I didn't try to kill you." Replied Lance calmly. "What I did was out of reflex. You hurt me badly Scott."

"Yeah, and you think I wasn't hurt!?!"

"I didn't mean that kind of hurt, Scott." Lance lifted up his bangs. Several scabs were reveled. He rolled up his left sleeve. More scabs.

"Mien Gott…" Kurt breathed painfully.

"Lance, I - I didn't know…" Scott was shocked at what he had done.

"I know. And I didn't -want- you to find out. Damnit, this is my fault!" Lance pounded his fist against the door.

"I threw the first object!"

"Yeah, but I threw the first words…" Lance sighed, slouching back in his seat. "So it's my fault, so drop it." he demanded, he wanted to take the blame, it hurt inside, he wished it was mutual, but he knew it couldn't be, and he didn't want what felt like the weight of the world on Scott's shoulders.

The truck fell silent again, and Scott drove on.

2:45

Scott pulled into the gas station.

"I'll leave you three alone." said Lance, who went into the convince store to but some more gum and breath mints.

'My fault' was all that went through Scott's head. 'So drop it.' Lance's words taunted him and he re-fueled.

2:50:

Kurt and Todd slid back into the truck.

Lance was walking back to the truck, when he was met half-way by Scott.

"You put in twenty, right?" Lance asked.

"No, thirty."

"Here then." Lance placed a folded-up ten in Scott's hand.

Scott stood there, dumbfound, as Lance walked back towards the truck. Scott ran after him, once catching up, placing a hand on his shoulder. Lance turned around, recognizing Scott's touch.

"Lance, -why- did you do this for me, for my baby?" Scott asked, still stunned.

"Because I felt like it. I tried to beat you to the truck so that you wouldn't even have to walk."

"It this about last night?"

"Just an apology present." Lance shrugged Scott's hand off his shoulder. "And, please, I don't want to be touched right now."

"You - you want me back don't you!?!" Scott snapped.

"Why does that matter?" Lance asked. "Didn't we agree it was all about you?" Lance reminded Scott of something they had agreed on at the beginning of their relationship. Scott -almost- looked hurt.

"But we're not in a relationship anymore Lance, face it. And if you want me back that's not my problem." Scott said coldly. 'But it could be!' said that nagging voice in Scott's head.

3:45

Kurt, breathing still labored, but not nearly as much, lay sleeping on Todd, who was listening to the radio Scott had turned on, it was a country station, as all the antenna could pick up as country and religious music.

"Just about the time she falls asleep/So does my right arm…" sang the radio.

"Only the 'she' is a 'he' here." Todd smiled at Kurt. It took some time for Lance and Scott to get it, but, once they did, they laughed sincerely.

"It's amazing how music can bring people together." Todd noted, Lance and Scott nodding in agreement, realizing what had just happened.

Kurt groaned and opened his eyes, trying to sit up.

"Ah!" Kurt winced in pain, Todd easing him back down.

"Take it easy, yo, you jumped out of a moving truck for cryin' out loud!" Todd said sternly before Lance or Scott could say something. He was honestly afraid that the two older mutants would yell at 'his' Fuzz.

"Sorry, Todd…" Kurt looked up at Todd, smiling weakly, Todd smiled back stroking Kurt's face moving his fingers around the scrapes. Every once in a while, he would hit one, Kurt would twitch or wince, and an apologetic look would cross his face.

Scott looked back at the couple in the rear-view mirror, tears or regret on his eyes.

"Scott?" Lance's voice was warm, sincere.

"What?" Scott's voice was still cold.

"You okay?"

"The past is catching up to me, okay!?!"

"Fine." Lance shrugged, thinking Scott didn't want to dig deeper.

"No more questions?" Scott sneered.

"No more questions." Lance nodded, noting tears just below Scott's sunglasses.

"Fine." said Scott, relieved but hurt at the same time.

4:50

"Food?" asked Kurt, now able to sit up, but not released by Todd.

"Yeah, he hasn't eaten in a while." Todd reminded Lance and Scott.

"Drive through on the left," Scott swerved into a Burger King drive-through.

"Welcome to Burger King, may I take your order?" asked the speaker.

"We'll take two number threes, medium, a large number five, and, hang on a sec, Kurt, what do you feel like?"

"Number one, medium."

"And a medium number one." Scott finished telling the speaker.

As they received their food, Scott turned to Kurt.

"You normally eat more."

"It iz called swallowing feelz like knives." replied Kurt, taking his second or third bite. Todd and Lance shuttered, Scott winced.

"Poor fuzz." said Todd, stroking Kurt's hair, and Kurt didn't object. Scott looked at the couple via the rear-view mirror once more, tears of regret dripping like blood from a pin-prick wound, so slowly that almost on one could notice. Almost.

"Scott?" Lance asked, reaching out but not touching.

"I shouldn't have thrown the frame. All right?!?" Scott practically screamed, startling Todd and Kurt, tears dripping faster, the wound tearing open two-pinprick widths.

"It's not your fault!" Lance retorted.

"Yes it is!"

"In a fight, anything can happen! It just so happened to get violent!"

"And I hurt you!" The wound tore open and the tears flowed out.

"Scott…" Lance placed a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Scott growled.

"Sorry, Scotty." Lance smiled and continued eating.

6:00

Lance and Scott had switched seats at the last rest stop. Scott was slouched in the shotgun seat.

"I won't hurt yous baby, Scott, I promise."

"Yeah. You also said you loved me." Scott sneered

Lance gave Scott the 'I still do' look, but Scott ingored him, not believing a look he gave or a word he said.

Kurt, meanwhile was able to sit up and eat without pain. Todd still heal him tightly, secreatly afraid he would jump out of the truck again.

7:00

Kurt and Todd were seperated. This time, is was Scott and Kurt in one room, room 117, Lance and Todd in the other, room 228.

Kurt and Todd grabbed eachother's hand and released quickly, and followed their new rommate to their rooms...

7:45

117:

Scott emerged from the bathroom.

Kurt lay on his bed, tears flowing, but he emmitted no sound.

Scott was exasperated from Kurt's cryone over being seperated from Todd.

"Kurt, listen you don't understand..."

"NO, YOU don't understand, Scott! You saw his cuts! You valked avay without a mark! Yet he still consideres you a friend!" Kurt was screaming, enraged. Scott had never seen him like this. "It iz not fair zat you physically seperate me from my love because you are mentally seperated from yours!" Kurt panted, out of breath from screaming a Scott.

7:50

228:

There was a knock at the door.

"Todd, you're getting that." Lance shouted. Todd nodded and opened the door.

In the doorway stood Scott

"Wadda ya want, Scott?" Lance got up, secretly delighted to see him.

"Hoppity here and I are switching rooms."

"Why?" Lance asked, his voice cold.

"Because Kurt made me realize that although we are mentally seperated, we should not physically seperate Hoppity and Fuzz."

Todd jumped in front of Scott.

"Key?" Todd asked. Scott sighed and handed the key to Todd, who promptly ran down to Kurt's room.

"So, scott, why'd you agree with Kurt?"

"Because he made me realize what I did wasn't fair for the littelings."

"Oh, really?" Lance sounded stupid. "I did this to them? To eachother. Why am I saying this?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. Just habit, I guess."

"My question to you?"

"Yeah?"

"How are your cuts doing?" Scott quickly covered up his first question.

"They're fine. Now, I have a question for you."

"What?"

"What if the rest of our relationship is like today?"

"Lance, get a grip! There ID no more 'relationship' between us!"

"Then what do I have to get a grip on?" Lance responded. "That's all I needed to know. "G'night Scott." And with that Lance turned off his bedside lamp and turned his back towards Scott.

"Lance?"

"W-what?"

'Face me."

Lance slowly shook his head 'no.'

"Please?"

Lance reluctantly turned to face Scott, evidence of tears left behind.

"Crying? Why?" Scott was still sitting up.

"Personal reasons..."

"Is it what I think it is?"

"I'm not a mind reader, ya know!"

Scott stood up, so did Lance, who sat down upon looking at Scott's stature and posture.

"What was that about?"

"You make me feel insignifagant."

"No, no no! I'm not supposed to make you feel that way!" Scott sat down beside Lance, putting his arm around Lance's shoulders, pulling him close.

"Ya know," Lance broke the silence, ""It's only been twenty-four hours and I already miss this."

"Lance, it's been five seconds, I don't see how you miss it."

8:15

117:

Todd and Kurt lay side by side in bed, watching random TV shows, changing the channel every so often, seeing how the sentences connected. It made them laugh.

Out of the blue, Kurt bit Todd's shoulder.

Todd gave Kurt a confused look, and recived a wide grin in return.

"Yo, what was dat fo'?"

"Felt like it." Kurt shrugged, wide grin fading to a slight smile, turning back to the TV, slight smile fading into frown.

'Am I less important than television shows and amuzment? Did night one...scare him avay from such things?' Kurt allowed his mind to wonder.

8:20

117:

"Yo, Fuzz, you okay?" Todd asked, poking Kurt.

Kurt shook himself fully awake.

"Never better, Todd, never better." Kurt said, turned to face todd, sighed, and gazed at Todd, a gentle smile on his face, he tried to look honest and reassuring.

"What's wrong?" Todd rephrases his question.

"Jus a general vonderths zat vill only mpact von if the answer iz ever found."

Todd turned off the TV, leaving the two with the dim light of one bedside lamp.

"The way you talk, it sounds as if it'll im pact two, ya know?"

Kurt lened over to hugs Todd who, though confused, returned the hug in a tight embrace.

"You have answered one question. The other..."

"What about the other, yo?" Todd said sadly, as if his heart had just been broken.

"Nevermind. It iz not ment to be asked yet."

228:

Scott released Lance, hidden chills of heat running through his body , feeling like fire and electricity.

"Hm?" Lance opened his eyes, which had been closed not thirity seconds ago.

"Aren't we supposed to be mad at eachother?"

"I've never been mad at you."

"WHAT!?!"

"I've never beeen mad at you." Lance repeated.

"And WHY not!?!"

"I can't be mad at you." Lance sighed and lay on his bed, counting the holes in the cieling, a if he was dieing.

"WHY!?!

"Personal reasons."

"And WHAT would those so-called 'reasons' be?"

"I think you damn well know the reasons and just won't admit them to yourself."

Scott remained silen, furious with the both of them. Scott continued to lay on his bed, counting the holes, half-wishing he could go to sleep.

"Mnh!" Scott growled and lept on Lance, holding him down by his shoulders. Lance proveded a stern look, despite the fear of getting hurt again.

Scott leaned down and whispered into lance's ear:

"Do you still love me?"

Lance nodded yes, biting nis lip. Scott rose to his knees, raising his hand in the air, ready to strike.

"Why do you love me!?!?!" Scott nearly shouted.

"Love knows no reason." Lance's voice was soft, but he was ready to take a blow.

Scott slowly lowered his hand. And then lowered himself so that he was still holding Lance down by the shoulders.

"Oh my God, Lance, how coud you!?!" Scott breathed, "After what I did to you!?!" Scott, now crying, lay his head on Lance's chest.

"Love knows no reason." Lance smiled, holding Scott closed than last time.

9:45

117:

"We gotta hold on/To what we got/It doesn't make a difference/If me make it or not!" Kurt sang to himself while Todd gott dressed. Kurt was wearing black velvet shorts and t-shirt. He crawled into bed, awaiting Todd.

Todd emerged from the bathroom, wearing blue plaid boxers and a white undershirt.

"Hay, vhat took you so long?" Kurt asked.

"Just wanted to hear you sing." Todd shrugged, his voice in an indifferent pitch.

"Todd, vhat iz wrong? Iz something bothering you?" Kurt asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, what if something iss wrong?"

"I - I just don't vant to see you like this." Kurt sighed and sat on the bed.

"Well, it's too early to know, I think." Todd sighed, sitting down next to Kurt.

Kurt slid under the covers.

"Relax, all in good time, ja?

"I guess..." Tod said spinning around so his side was to Kurt's, putting his face in his hands, and bringing his hands to his knees..

"Todd...?..." Kurt put a hand on Todd's shoulder, but Todd wouldn't look up. Kurt knew how to withdraw a reaction.

Kurt ran a finget down Todd's spine, who sat up instinctivly.

"Now, Todd, vhat iz wrong?" Kurt asked the still-startled Todd.

"Kurt..." Tod relaxed a little, still sitting up. "I told you, it's too soon to even ask, I don't..." Kurt came up behind Todd and put his arms around him.

"...Know why I'm letting this get to me..." Todd finished his statement.

"I know you only let the signifigant things get to you." Kurt said. Todd was slightly stunned, it had only been three days and Kurt had him figured out pretty well.

"I can ask you anytihng, right?"

"Yes." Kurt listened intently.

"I'm scared...a bit..."

"Scared? Ov vhat?"

"Well, it's only been three days and...i mean but..."

"Todd! There iz no reason to be scared! You know me!"

"And I trust you."

"So, vhat vas your question?" Kurt asked, tail swisking like mad.

"It's more of a...well...I...I...I'll never get out, so never mind!" Todd exclaimed, furious with himself.

Todd crawled under the covers and lay close to Kurt, suddenly extreamly insecure.

Kurt put one arm around Todd.

"You know, insecurity is only a feeling." Kurt told Todd.

"How did you know?" Todd said, almost protesting.

"I love you too Todd." Kurt said simply.

Todd's eyes widened.

"How do you know I love you?" Todd asked, trying to make his voice cold, but it just came out confused.

"Told you I knew you." Kurt whispered, repeating their first kiss, simlpy lip-to-lip, but more meaningful than any before...