God's in 7th Heaven, All's Right With the World

By Cypher

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Prom

"All she wanted to do was talk about what she and Kevin did on the honeymoon?"

Simon nodded. "It was disturbing. I think she finally ended up talking to Roxanne about it."

Terry grimaced. "Makes me glad I was out of town at the time. Oh, did your dad get my check?"

"Yeah, but are you sure you can afford it?" Simon remembered the day his father got a letter from Terry. Inside was a check for the roof, nearly seven thousand dollars.

"Gwen and Jordon chipped in. They wired the money to me, I sent it to Eric, and badda-bing badda-boom, new roof." Terry eyed the sandwich half in his hand, then set it down.

Simon took another bite of his own lunch. Terry had come home about a week ago, and while there was no news about where Terry was going to college, Simon had spent every spare moment he could with his boyfriend. With the exception of last Saturday, when the fashion show finally happened, he had managed to snag Terry every time he wanted to.

"So what do you have next?"

"English." Simon frowned. Doesn't he know my schedule?

"I know that. I meant what's going on in it?" Terry took a sip from his soda.

"Oh. Of course." Idiot. "Well, we're analyzing, um, 'Invisible Man' and today I think we're debating chapter ten." Simon wrinkled his nose at the banana in his bag. A bit rotten, mom. "Actually, I wanted to ask you a question that came up a couple chapters ago."

"Shoot."

Simon bit his lip. "How do you know you're a man?"

Terry raised an eyebrow and gave Simon an amused look. "Well, generally you're a man if you have external genitalia, produce sperm-"

"No! Sheesh, Terry, I don't mean biologically! I mean...how do you know you're a man? How do you know when you make the transition into manhood?" Simon gave Terry a weak glare. He knew what I meant. He was teasing.

"Ahh. Well, 'manhood' could be interpreted as a sociological ideal instituted to satisfy our need to feel superior than those younger than us. And many would argue that life is a transition, and we never reach any set goals. Of course, there's the whole idea that manhood is a gender-specific term, implying that the female gender cannot-"

Simon punched Terry's arm. "I hate it when you talk to your brother. How long before he gets out of that philosophy class?"

Terry grinned. "Three weeks." He thought a moment. "When do you think you became a man?"

Simon blinked. "Me?"

"Yeah, you."

Simon rubbed his chin. "Well, I'd have to say when I was twelve and in middle school. See, dad just had a heart attack, and Matt wasn't living at home anymore, so I sort of became the man of the house."

Terry leaned back on his elbows. "Oh really?"

Simon felt his ears turn red. "Okay, so it didn't really work out. But that's when I started shaving, and that's when I began my transition into manhood." He stuffed the remains of his tuna sandwich back into a bag "I thought I took a big step towards becoming a man when I told my family about my orientation. And of course keeping my room clean, doing my chores, keeping up with my homework--what're you smiling at?"

Terry chuckled. "Nothing, nothing at all."

Simon was unconvinced and crossed his arms. "What do you find so funny?"

"That you equate cleanliness and homework with manhood."

"And responsibility."

"Chores don't necessarily show responsibility."

Simon pursed his lips, but Terry did have a point, so he didn't argue. "Alright. What about you? When did you become a man?"

"When I was seven."

Simon frowned at that. "No way."

Terry sat up and rested his arms on his knees. "Well, it began when I was seven. I became a man, as you put it, when I was fourteen."

"And how do you know that's when it happened?"

Terry closed his eyes a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I wouldn't necessarily call it manhood. In my family what you think of as manhood is actually maturity."

Simon took a bite out of the cookie in his hand. "I'm mature."

Terry smiled and handed Simon a napkin. "He says with his mouth full."

Simon wrinkled his nose and took the napkin. Wise ass.

"You see, at seven I recognized my sexual orientation. I was able to define who I was and could accept it. That's why I believe it began there."

Simon swallowed and nodded. It made sense. "So why do you think you became a man at fourteen?"

"I was mature enough to manage my life. I could cook for myself, clean and contribute to the household responsibilities. I scheduled my own classes, I was working and earning an income. And of course the biggest sign: I could take care of my brother. And don't argue. You know Jordon. He's a handful and taking care of him is no easy feat."

Simon nodded again. Sometimes I wonder if that's how Matt felt about taking care of me.

"But the proof I was a man, as you put it, was the fact that I took the initiative to put my life in order. I recognized what had to be done, what my limits were, and what I wanted out of life. Because of it I was able to enter public school a whole semester earlier than planned." He tilted the soda can, looking at his drink. "I took control of my life, and was mature enough to handle it without anyone's help. I was taught that taking charge of one's life proves that you've matured into an adult."

Simon rubbed his neck. He would've been really helpful the other day in class. Another thought came to mind, and he voiced it. "So do you think I'm a man, er, I'm mature?"

Terry tilted his head, his eyes narrowing and staring behind Simon. "I believe you were born mature in many respects. You know who you want to be, what you want to do for a living, all of that. I don't think you're there yet. You took a large step in the right direction when you came out." Terry reached out and rubbed Simon's wrist. "You're very mature, but I don't think you're fully there yet. That's just because you still...you're a bit..." Terry pursed his lips. "You have a little ways to go, but it won't be much longer before you're an adult."

He can't tell me? Or maybe it's something I have to figure out on my own. Simon sighed. I am pretty immature at times.

"You do know that being a man doesn't mean you can't cry or be sensitive."

Simon laughed at that. "Yeah, I know. Dad and a few friends explained that a while back."

"Good." Terry shook his head and looked across the school yard. "Some people just don't get that."

"Don't I know it." Simon stood up and picked up his bag, realizing that people were starting to head inside. "I have to get Ruthie, so I'll see you tonight?"

"Ohh...better make it tomorrow. I've got a party I need to make an appearance at, and it's models only." Terry gave Simon a sympathetic shrug. "Sorry. It's a company party."

"Hey, no problem." Simon knew if Terry could bring him he would. "Catch you tomorrow then."

Terry kissed Simon on the check. "Definitely." He grabbed his own bag and headed for his next class.

~*()*~

"A little lower." Simon rolled his head to the side.

Terry moved his hands lower and continued massaging Simon's shoulders. "So you don't know what's wrong with Ruthie?"

"No. We used to be so close. She'd tell me just about everything. Now she won't even give me the time of day." Simon closed his eyes. "I just don't get it. What could it be that she can't talk to me about?"

"Her period?"

Simon tensed and whipped his head back, staring up into Terry's golden eyes. "You can't be serious!"

"Why not?" Terry squeezed Simon's shoulders, eliciting a quiet moan. "That hurt?"

"No. S'good." Simon shook his head. "Don't change the subject. Ruthie's too young."

"When did Lucy get hers? And Mary?"

Simon opened his mouth, then shut it. Damn...they were about Ruthie's age. "I guess...it could be." Another thought hit him, and he groaned. "Man, that means we're back to three hormonal women a month. Mom alone is bad enough."

"I thought your mother went through menopause."

"Yeah, but she gets these random mood swings that seem like she still has a monthly visitor. Add to that Lucy and Ruthie...life's gonna be hell."

"Poor guy." Terry kissed Simon's forehead.

"Easy for you to say. You didn't grow up with your mom in the house."

"True." Terry had to admit, the only period women he knew were Amber and the women in the Camden family. And Amber just demanded a constant supply of chocolate. "Well, if you can figure out when Lucy and Ruthie's times are, we can plan to have you stay with me."

"And what about mom's unpredictability?" Simon pulled away from Terry's grip and rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. "She's the worst of the three."

"You could move in with me."

Simon blinked, then chuckled. "Yeah, like my parents would ever go for that."

Terry shrugged and rested next to his boyfriend. "It's an honest offer, though, if you want."

Simon stared at Terry, trying to gauge just how honest he was being. He's serious. Dead serious. I'd love to...but mom and dad...they'd flip! "I...I'd love to Terry, but you're probably leaving at the end of the year, and mom and dad would sooner move me to New York then let me move in with you."

Terry nodded. "Yeah, I figured." He ran a hand through Simon's hair a minute before leaning down and capturing Simon's lips with his own.

Simon closed his eyes and returned the kiss. He's not looking forward to this either. He's just...better at hiding it than me. That's probably why he offered to let me live with him. When I'm old enough, I will. The instant I don't have to follow mom and dad's rules, I'm going to be in his house, in his room, in his bed.

Terry pulled back when he ran out of air. Simon's panting alerted him that Simon needed the break as much as he did. Now's as good a time as any. "Simon Camden, would you go to the prom with me?"

Simon was confused a minute. "Our prom?"

Terry chuckled. "Yeah. The one our school is throwing. Granted, a gym isn't very interesting, but I'd still be honored if you'd be my date."

"Are you sure that's...okay?" Simon still received a few dirty looks, mostly from girls, for being gay.

"We're out, Simon. Who cares what others think. I want one more special night, and the people who don't like it can just mind their own business." Terry rested his forehead against Simon's. "So will you be my date for the prom?"

Simon searched Terry's face. I can't let him down. Besides, it would be nice to see him dressed up again. "Yes."

Terry kissed Simon again, more briefly this time. "I love you."

"I love you too."

~*()*~

"So Terry asked Simon to the prom?" Eric opened the fridge and searched for a drink.

"Yep." Annie pulled out the cookies she was baking in the oven and set them on the counter. "I didn't really expect Terry to do that, but I'm not as surprised as I thought I'd be."

Eric picked up a bottle of water and twisted the cap off. "You don't think..."

"Think what?" Annie was using a spatula to get the cookies off the metal sheet and onto a plate.

"Well, you know, proms and all, that Terry could try and...do something with Simon?" Eric sipped his water.

Annie raised an eyebrow at her husband. "You mean bring Simon to a hotel?"

"Or his house."

Annie shrugged and went back to the cookies. "Could Terry do it? Yes, I believe he could. Would he? I don't think so." She paused again. "Simon, on the other hand...no. Terry wouldn't go along with that."

"But this is prom night, one of the most romantic nights in a high schooler's life. Either or both of them could be swept up in the event."

"We let Matt go with the school harlot for his prom." Annie picked up the next tray and put it in the oven, resetting the timer. "We trusted him."

Eric lowered his voice. "Yes, but he wasn't having dreams about having sex with her."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Just trust that level heads will prevail."

Eric frowned. "Why are you so calm about this?"

"Because I've already made Simon promise to be back by eleven." Annie smirked and picked up the plate of cookies. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go entertain the twins."

Eric stared after his wife, then shook his head. Figures she'd be on top of it.

~*()*~

Terry glanced in the mirror hanging in the Camden's entry way. While he and Simon had decided to not be as traditionally formal as usual at a prom, he had decided to keep with some traditions. Not many. In fact, the only traditional clothing he wore was a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. He had decided against wearing a coat due to a heat wave that had struck that week, and wore a metallic crimson dress shirt, accenting his golden brown eyes. The top button was undone, and his hair, though ordered, had a few stray strands hanging about.

In Lucy's opinion, it made him look even more sexy. Simon's gonna die. She, along with the rest of the Camden clan, were waiting in the living room so that they could see the teens off and get a few pictures. Annie and Eric seemed a bit nervous, but Lucy wrote that off to them worrying about what could happen between her brother and his boyfriend. Ruthie was entertaining the twins with Ben. And her Kevin was out on patrol. "So, feeling nervous, Terry?"

"Why would I be nervous?" Terry grinned and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm going out with the man I love to a school sponsored event. They know about us and don't seem to care, so no, I'm not really nervous." He glanced in the mirror again. "Well, maybe of getting some of my dinner on my shirt."

Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes. "I'll go see what's keeping Simon." She headed up the stairs.

"There's no rush."

Lucy finished her ascent and knocked on Simon's door. "Hey, you decent?"

"Huh? Yeah."

Lucy opened the door and went into the room.

Simon was sitting on his bed fiddling with his shoe. Unlike Terry, he had opted for a little more formal outfit. He was wearing white khaki's, matching shoes, and a button down white-collared shirt. Even with the heat wave, a white jacket was resting on the back of Simon's desk chair. Lucy leaned against the wall and watched him as he finished tying his laces. "I thought you were ready fifteen minutes ago."

"I was...but I had to fix a few things..." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. Lucy noted he had removed his earring for the evening. "Actually, I'm delaying going down. I know Terry's going to look great-"

"He does. Believe me."

Simon glared at her. "But I'm also scared. This is the first time we're going to be, well, be really open at school. We've cuddled or kissed or hugged, but never been more intimate than that. What if they hate us? Or turn violent, or-"

"Woah, Simon, slow down. It's a prom. I'm willing to bet both of you will get jealous looks, but that's it." Lucy sat by Simon and put an arm around his shoulders. "I know it's a big step, but nothing has really happened at school thus far, and I doubt it'll happen at such a popular event." She patted his back. "Now, you've got a gorgeous guy who loves you waiting downstairs to take you to an expensive dinner and night of dancing. Are you going to disappoint him?"

Simon shook his head and smiled at his sister. "No. Thanks...I'm just a little-"

"Nervous. Between your nervousness and Terry's stability, you two will balance out perfectly." Lucy stood and headed for the door. "I'll tell him you'll be down in a second."

"Alright." Simon glanced in the mirror one last time, and reached out for his jacket.

Lucy hopped down the stairs and patted Terry's arm as she went towards the living room. "He'll be down in a sec."

"No problem." Terry checked his cuffs and faced the stairs.

Lucy waved for her parents, especially Annie holding her camera, to come to the door. Terry's going to drive Simon nuts, but I'm willing to bet Simon'll astound Terry too. Those two are definitely going to turn some heads tonight, and not because they're gay.

Simon patted his clothes and started down the stairs, slowing as he caught sight of Terry at the foot of the stairs. Lucy wasn't lying. He's gorgeous. Sinfully so. Simon mentally hit himself. Only the son of a minister would think something like that.

On the other end of the stairs, Terry felt his breath hitch in his throat. He's an angel. Part of his brain nearly short-circuited, wanting to take Simon home and do something both of them had nearly done earlier that year. Down, down, keep calm, but God is he good enough to eat in that. He swallowed, then repeated the action when it wasn't sufficient enough to find his voice.

Annie simply took pictures of the two teenagers.

Simon finally stepped off the last stair and stood before Terry. Neither said anything, just staring at each other.

Eric cleared his throat, surprising the two of them. Apparently they forgot we were here. "So, how about one picture of the two of you together?"

"Oh, yes, yes." Annie took a step back and waiting for the boys to get into position. It took a few minutes, but she was able to get a few shots of them standing beside each other.

Lucy, deciding they had wasted enough time, nudged Terry. "Don't you have reservations to meet?"

"What? OH! Right. Restaurant. Food. Um," Terry offered his arm to Simon. "Shall we?"

Simon blushed lightly, but took the arm and opened the door for them. "We'll be back later."

Terry grabbed the doorknob, and winked at the Camden parents. "Don't wait up." He shut the door before either could respond.

Lucy laughed at the stunned looks on her parents' faces. That's going to make sure they don't sleep tonight.

Outside, Simon chuckled. "You shouldn't tease."

Terry turned and grabbed Simon's shoulders. "Neither should you." He pulled Simon into an embrace and kissed him, dipping him back slightly.

Simon managed a surprised squeak, but didn't put up much of a fight. After a few minutes, as much as he hated to, he pulled away from Terry and stood back up. "We, uh, still have dinner to get to."

Terry sighed. "Yes, that we do, don't we." Terry held Simon's hand and started towards the car. He paused by the passenger side and faced Simon. "You look great."

"I kinda got that." Simon rubbed his leg. "You look wonderful, too." He blinked. "When'd you get a black car?"

Terry laughed and patted Simon's shoulder. "Our way in is back there." He nodded to the back door, about five feet away.

"A limo? Terry, you shouldn't have." Simon thought a moment. "Okay, yes, you should've, and you did. But you didn't have to."

Terry headed for the door and opened it. "Age before beauty."

"I'm younger than you." Simon climbed in.

Terry got in beside him and closed the door. "Where is it said age refers to older people?" He nuzzled Simon's neck, and planted a quick kiss there, sending shivers down the blond's back. "You look really good in that."

Simon turned his head and met Terry's mouth, devouring the sweet taste of his boyfriend. Screw the dance, screw dinner, let's just go back to his place. He mentally kicked himself. Behave yourself!

This time Terry reluctantly broke the contact, but remained close with his hand intertwined with Simon's. "I love you."

"I love you too. Especially in that outfit."

Terry chuckled. "One day ask me to show you some of my better modeling outfits. You may find another you like more."

Simon was sure he would. "Oh, um, mom wants me to be home by eleven."

"Only eleven, eh? She must be worried about the two of us-"

Simon held up his hand. "Don't go there. Just, don't. The fact that she even KNOWS I think about it..." He shuddered. "Why do my parents have to share everything with each other?"

"Because they care." Terry glanced out the tinted windows.

Simon followed his gaze. He caught a couple cars and limos with other prom dates, some prom groups even. "Where are we going?" He noted a lot of prom people at a place called the Macaroni Grill.

"Someplace exclusive. Only the best for you."

"Terry, you really didn't have to."

Terry kissed Simon's nose. "I wanted to. You deserve the best, at a place where we won't be judged or glared at."

Simon looked out the window once more, catching some curious looks aimed at their limo. "Alright."

~*()*~

Simon shifted in his seat, staring at the entrance to the gym. Dinner, as Terry had promised, had been the best. It was on the top floor of a hotel, in fact the most expensive hotel in town. There hadn't been any other prom couples, and even when they had shared food and a few affectionate kisses, no one gave them a second glance. It was one of the best dinners he'd ever had with his boyfriend.

His anxiety had returned, however, on the drive over to the prom itself. He was worried that they wouldn't be accepted, that they'd be turned away from the door or shunned as soon as they entered. How can Terry keep so cool?

Terry squeezed Simon's hand, giving him a a small feeling of reassurance. I'll be with him. If we're...rejected, we can just hang out at his place or someplace else. It's their loss. Yeah, just keep thinking like that. Simon smiled and stepped out of the car.

Terry got out behind him and shut the door, knocking on the window for the driver to know they were out. Taking Simon's hand again, he headed towards the door. "Just have fun."

"I will. As long as I'm with you, I will." Simon pulled out the ticket Terry had bought him and handed it to the teacher at the door. Simon recognized her as Terry's art teacher, and thought she saw her give him a supportive wink before allowing them inside. At least some teachers are on our side.

Once inside, the two of them quickly found a table and took a seat, Simon removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of his chair. Hotter than I thought it'd be. As expected, he and Terry were getting quite a number of looks, mostly from girls. What?

Terry got some soda and returned, setting a glass before Simon. "Well, they did well on the decorations."

Simon sipped his drink. He heard what Terry didn't say: they could've done better. I have to agree with him there. Still, the music wasn't bad. He would dance with Terry later, though, after his dinner had settled. In the meantime, he was content to just sit there and talk.

It didn't last long, or it didn't seem to, anyway, as Terry managed to drag him out to the dance floor to the song 'Mamboleo.' Well, it could be a worse song. At first people had given them some distance, but as the songs kept coming, especially the slow ones, they closed their distance around the homosexual couple. Simon rested his head against Terry's shoulder as they slow danced to 'The Way You Look Tonight.' How appropriate. I guess Lucy was right. It's no big deal. He smiled up at Terry, eliciting a warm one in return from the elder teen. I'm glad I came and didn't chicken out. I'd have ruined the night for him. I'm not going to let anything ruin this night for him. No, not just for him, for us.

Terry kissed Simon's cheek. "Yen for your thoughts."

"Yen?" Simon chuckled.

Terry rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Just thinking about how great this night is, how glad I am I came. That sort of thing." He spotted someone approaching them and sighed. "I may have spoken too soon, though."

"Huh?"

"Hey Simon. Dax."

Terry closed his eyes a moment, then turned sideways. "Yes, Cecilia?"

Cecilia was dressed in a simple red strapless dress. Simon had managed to bury that hatchet, though he still didn't like the bobble-headed girl. "What do you want?"

"Well, my boyfriend's taking a break and talking with his friends. I was hoping I could possibly steal a dance with one of you?"

Terry was about to snort, but Simon patted his arm. Huh?

Some closure. Terry needs to calm down around her. "Go ahead and keep Terry warm for me while I run to the rest room." He looked Terry in the eyes.

Terry frowned, but picked up on what he was doing. "Alright. One dance."

"That's all I ask."

Simon pulled away as 'Happy Boys and Girls' started up on the speakers. I don't really want to do another fast dance yet. He turned and headed for the bathroom. All the water he had drunk at dinner had finally worked through his system, so at least he didn't lie when he said he had to go to the bathroom. Just before he entered the bathroom, he could've sworn he heard Terry sigh. I'll be right back. I promise.

The bathroom was empty. Surprising, considering the amount of people present. Still, Simon went to a stall and did his business, barely registering the bathroom door opening after a few minutes. Finishing, he went to the sink to wash his hands.

He didn't see the fist coming for him until it struck his face and knocked him to the tiled floor.

~*()*~

"So I just wanted to, you know, apologize for what happened earlier in the year."

Terry nodded, his eyes searching the dance floor. "That's kind of you."

Cecilia spotted her boyfriend and waved at him. "I've got to go. Thanks for the dance."

"Yeah, no problem." Terry stepped away, his brow furrowing. Two songs had passed since Simon left for the bathroom. While that in itself wasn't unusual, something was tingling in the back of his mind, something that said Simon was in trouble. Deciding to trust his instinct, he hurried towards the men's room, apologizing briefly as he jostled a few dancing couples. Please let this feeling just be a side-effect from dinner. He hesitated outside the door, questioning the feeling once more. Screw embarrassment. He pulled open the door.

Terry froze as he entered the bathroom. Simon was being held by two upper-class men while a third planted his fist into the teen's stomach. The words 'faggot,' 'bastard,' and other degrading terms filtered into Terry's peripheral hearing, but they faded out as he saw red, and not from the blood staining Simon's outfit. Narrowing his eyes, he didn't make a sound, just charged forward and slammed his firsts into the attacker's lower spine. Before the teen could react, Terry grabbed his arm and threw him into the wall, completely ignoring the crack that resounded from the limp body.

The two teens holding Simon dropped the blond on the floor. The one on the left charged forward, and Terry's palm met his nose halfway. Terry then ducked and lashed his leg out, tripping the teen, causing him to hit his head against a stall. The third teen seemed to hesitate a moment, and finally decided to try and tackle Terry while he was still down. Terry grunted under the weight of the bulkier man and caught a split lip from a wild hit by the person on top of him. Growling, Terry decided to throw honorable fighting into the wind and slammed his knee into his assailant's groin. That combined with a blow to the person's windpipe allowed Terry to shove him off and crawl over to the reason for his violent outburst.

"Simon?" He tentatively reached out and rested his fingers on Simon's neck, finding a strong, though terrified, pulse. Pushing himself up, Terry kneeled over his love and felt along his body, making sure nothing was severely injured.

Simon coughed and squinted open an eye, keeping one closed as it was beginning to swell up. A choked sob escaped his throat. "T-terry..."

"Shh. It's okay. I took care of them." Terry glared at the fallen bodies a moment before refocusing on Simon. "I'm going to take you to the hospital. You going to make it?"

"Yeah..." Simon coughed again and curled up on his side, wincing slightly.

Terry stood and pulled out a cell phone, paging the limo driver. After a minute he nodded and put it back in his pocket and leaned down. "This might hurt a bit, but I'll try and be careful." Furrowing his brow, he slid his hands under the bloodied body and picked it up.

Simon whimpered and rested his head against Terry's chest, needing the comfort. He caught sight of one of his attackers, but the only fact that registered in his mind was how he wasn't moving. Feeling Terry walk, Simon closed his eyes, not wanting to face anyone right now, especially his peers.

Terry used his shoulder to push open the door, ignoring the stares and gasps that came from the sight. One chaperone came over to help. "Get on the phone and call the police. His attackers are in the bathroom." He paused. "They may need medical attention too." He continued towards the door, noticing another teacher grabbing their things from the table they were sitting at. On prom night, the bastards.

Once Terry got Simon into the limo and the two of them were being driven to the hospital (faster than the speed limit, Terry was sure), he reached up and stroked Simon's hair, whispering comforting words, as much for himself as for Simon.

And Simon, finally feeling safe once more, let the tears he had been holding back fall down his cheeks.

~*()*~

"He was what?!" Eric rushed to the door, making a grab for his jacket.

Lucy held up her hands, trying to calm her parents. "Simon was attacked. Terry found him and took him to the hospital. He's fine, but Terry figured we should go down to give him some moral support." I can't believe this. How could they do this on prom night? Lucy grabbed the keys from the counter. "I'll drive. I've already talked to Ruthie and she'll watch the twins. Now let's go."

"How can you be so calm when you're brother's been hurt?" Annie picked up her own jacket and slipped it on.

"Because Terry said he took care of the attackers and that no permanent damage was done to Simon. When I left upstairs Ruthie was going to call Kevin to get him to the school and handle things there." Lucy went to the door and opened it. "Getting hysterical isn't going to do anything, and from the edge in Terry's voice, he doesn't want us upset. We're going there for Simon." She went to the car and got in the driver's seat.

Annie patted Eric's back, reminding him not to get too excited because of his heart, and got into the back of the car.

Eric sat in the passenger's seat and bucked up. "What about Terry? Is he hurt?"

"He didn't say. He only talked about Simon." Lucy started the car and drove for the hospital.

Eric rubbed his chin. He was glad Simon and probably Terry were okay physically, but he wondered how severe their psychological wounds were, and if they could heal.

~*()*~

"At a prom. Honestly." Roxanne closed the notebook she was writing in. Cecilia had been the last person to talk with both Terry and Simon, and she couldn't really offer any helpful information. The celebration had continued after Terry had left, but one teacher had kept the boy's bathroom isolated, only allowing a few students in to help get the three injured teenagers out. All three looked worse for wear.

I bet I know why they're in such bad shape. Kevin kept a steady stare on the three alleged assaulters, There wasn't any question in his mind that Terry had retaliated when he found Simon. He'll claim self-defense. I doubt there'll be any dispute of that from the department. "It was a foolish attempt no matter where it happened. At least it occurred a populated place where help was nearby."

Roxanne nodded, internally wincing as a paramedic tended to what was obviously a broken nose. She lowered her voice. "Do you think Terry went too far?"

"What would you do if you found three guys attacking Chandler?" Kevin knew if he were in Terry's situation and Lucy was the victim, he probably wouldn't even use fists, just go straight for something more lethal.

Roxanne contemplated that a moment. "So, we charge them with assault and battery?"

"All three. We should recommend they stay under lock and key at the hospital."

Roxanne crossed her arms. "The same one Terry and Simon went to?"

"No. I told the paramedics to take them to the one across town. No need to create another explosive situation."

"They're parents will protest."

"Sergeant Michaels said he was already dealing with them. Besides, they were the aggressors." Kevin pulled open the men's room door, looking over the blood on the floor. "I doubt they'll want to face Terry again, even with their parents."

Roxanne looked over his shoulder. "That's all theirs?"

"The bit by the sink is Simon's."

Roxanne bit her lip. "Right. I'll go tell an officer to stay with them in the hospital, then we should go join Lucy and the others."

"Actually, I'd rather deal with them alone. Could you head to the Camden house and keep an eye on the twins?"

Roxanne opened her mouth to argue, but thought better of it. He probably wants to confront Terry alone. "Alright. But just this once, Kinkirk."

Kevin nodded and headed for the squad car.

~*()*~

"Terry! Are you okay? How's Simon?"

Terry gave Eric and weary wave. "I'm fine, Simon's fine. He's sedated in the room behind me."

Eric nodded and went into the room, followed by Annie.

Lucy remained outside, considering what to do. She decided to stay out for now and sat next to Terry. "Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding."

Terry let out a weak laugh. "None of this blood is mine. Most of it is Simon's, but there's some from the attackers." He licked his lip. Okay, that's mine, but it's hardly superficial."

"Who...who attacked him?"

"One of them I recognized as someone from the basketball team. My guess is jocks who have homophobia and have been seething since we came out." Terry unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, leaving him in a black t-shirt. "Why did they have to attack tonight? We were having a great time, even with that little thing with Cecilia."

"Cecilia?"
Terry shook his head. "I'll explain later. The point is, the evening was magical, and for the first time I think Simon felt really comfortable around his peers, and they felt the same way around us. Why did they have to ruin our night?"

"Maybe because you two were comfortable. Maybe they thought you tried to mainstream too far when you came to the prom." Lucy reached over and rubbed his back.

Terry rested his head on his hands. "They got their just desserts, at least. I'm grateful Simon wasn't truly hurt, but maybe I went too far with the assailants."

"You were defending your boyfriend. It was three to one, not really fair odds."

"I took them out in a matter of minutes." Terry rubbed his fingers over his knuckles. "I should've taught Simon some self-defense. Jordon signed me up for so many classes when he learned I was gay. He was worried I'd be attacked, liked Simon was." He closed his eyes and hung his head. "I thought I could protect him, that no one would dare touch a minister's son. I was an idiot."

Lucy scooted closer. "Hey, you thought he'd be safe. It's a natural assumption. I know Kevin's life is in danger as a policeman, but I assume he'll be safe. It's not your fault he got hurt. It was out of your hands."

"We're gay, Lucy. The stakes are higher, as are the risks. I warned Simon that attacks could happen, but I never taught him anything. If I had taught him some defense maybe he could've defended himself-"

"And maybe they would've been rougher on him, even attacked him with weapons instead of fists. Maybe because you didn't teach him anything they didn't attack him as violently as they could've." Lucy rested her hands on Terry's arms. "You can't think about ifs and maybes. He's alright. You got there in time and stopped the attack. You had no idea it would happen, but you found out in time to save him. This isn't the time to blame yourself. You're the hero."

"Then why do I feel like I failed him?"

"You didn't." Lucy ran a hand through his hair. "If you can't forgive yourself for your sake, forgive yourself for Simon's sake. He's going to need you to be strong, to support him."

Terry remained silent, staring at the floor. A sigh finally escaped his nose. "Alright."

Lucy patted his shoulders. "Good."

"Thanks for talking."

"I figured Simon's going to be smothered enough with just my parents."

Terry chuckled. "Yeah. Poor guy."

Lucy nodded and sat back on her seat, glancing at the door. A figure coming towards them caught her eye, and she smiled. "Hey Kevin."

"Lucy." Kevin nodded at his wife, but his eyes traveled to the figure sitting beside her. "Could you get us a soda, and maybe something to eat?"

Lucy nodded, getting the message, and patted Terry's hand before heading for the cafeteria.

Kevin took the seat Lucy had just vacated and rested his arms on his knees, watching the young man.

"She knows what happened. You didn't have to send her away." Terry pulled the crimson shirt around and rested it on his lap, using it as a cushion for his arms. "So ask away. I know you have to."

"Well, we know Simon was attacked and that you stopped them, but did you have to go so far as to break their bones? One has a broken nose and another has his arm dislocated."

"That was my controlled outburst." Terry stared at the wall. "If there weren't the risk of jail time, none of them would've survived. I'm very protective of those I love. And they had the...the audacity to attack Simon just because he's gay-"

"We don't know that's why."

Terry leveled him with an incredulous look. "If you don't believe that's why they attacked him, you're delusional."

Kevin shifted in his seat. Terry had a point. They'll probably deny it, but they didn't take anything from him. "You have to make a statement-"

"Not tonight. Not now. I'm still sorting through my emotions, and recalling the event will not help things."

"You have to do it soon." Kevin looked down the hallway.

"Tomorrow, then." Terry closed his eyes. "Kevin, what'll happen to the three that attacked?"

Kevin sighed. "It depends. We can charge them with assault and battery, but if they hold, or if the school will reprimand them, I don't know."

"Assume the charges hold."

"A couple years in a juvenile facility. If they're eighteen maybe in a minimum security prison."

Terry leaned back and thumped his head against the wall. "That's the minimum?"

"Maximum. The minimum is probation, community service, and a fine."

Terry growled softly.

Kevin noticed Lucy approaching. "Calm down. Once you give your statement we'll have a better idea of our case against them."

"Can they get off scott free?" Terry opened his eyes and looked at Kevin.

Kevin shifted under the golden gaze. "There's...always a chance. Considering what you did to get them away from Simon, a judge might think they've suffered enough."

Terry's shoulders slumped. He stared past Kevin. "Don't tell Simon that. Don't tell him the possibilities. Just say you're working on it. I don't want him worried that they could be back."

Kevin nodded. "I understand."

Lucy walked up to them and handed Terry a soda. "All the machine had was Pepsi."

"S'alrght." Terry opened the drink and sipped some of it.

Eric and Annie finally exited the room. Annie looked upset, and ready to deal some of her own revenge against the attackers. Kevin stood and took her aside, deciding to tell her what he had already told Terry.

Eric patted Lucy's shoulder and looked at Terry. "He's not really awake, but if you want to see him..."

Terry stood slowly and headed for the door, steeling himself for what he might see.

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Simon knew his parents had been in the room. He knew they were talking to him, hoping for some response, but he hadn't wanted to talk to them, to anyone. So he feigned sleep, shifting every now and then to keep comfortable. He also knew the doctor probably knew he was faking, and made a mental note to thank him later for not telling anyone.

The attack kept going through his mind. After the first punch was thrown, he had fallen to the floor. It had taken a few minutes to reorient himself, and by the time he had two people had grabbed him. He recognized them, not specifically by name, but by occupation. Two were from the basketball team, and the third was captain of the swim team. All of them were seniors, and friends of Morris.

At first he wasn't sure why they had attacked him, but when the epithets were hurled at him, he figured it out right away. All because I'm dating Terry. Why now? Why did they have to do it tonight? Simon figured that out, too. It was because he had dared to show up at the prom, to publicly be seen enjoying himself with his boyfriend.

And for some reason, while he was being pummeled, all he could think of was how this would ruin Terry's night. Talk about screwed up priorities. Or maybe it was shock. Yeah, that's probably it. He remembered Terry coming in and saving him at some point, but how, or what happened afterward, he couldn't really remember. Actually, after the hitting stopped, all he remembered was feeling safe in Terry's arms.

I must've passed out when I got here. Simon rolled onto his side, wincing slightly as a bruise protested to the shifting. I got lucky. Nothing broken, nothing wrong internally. I'm going to look a mess for a while, though. He hadn't looked in a mirror, but he could feel his right eye throbbing in pain, where the first fist had connected. His arms were also sore, and he was willing to bet he was bruised where the jocks were holding him. He didn't even want to think about what his stomach and chest looked like. He was just grateful the medications were dulling the pain in that area.

He heard the door open again, and sighed internally. I'm still not ready to face mom or dad. Just say goodnight and leave.

A hand brushed through his hair, while another stroked the small indentation of his back. "You don't have to pretend. I know you're awake. You're breathing's too heavy."

Simon's heart rate increased, and he was glad that he wasn't on a heart monitor, otherwise it would be setting off alarms. He thought about continuing to play possum, but realized there wasn't really any point. Hesitantly, he rolled onto his back. He couldn't meet Terry's eyes, though, and just stared at his bedspread.

Terry snaked his hand down Simon's arm, pausing briefly at the bruise marks, until it met Simon's hand. He squeezed it gently, reassuringly. "Hey. How you holding up?"

"M'fine. What about you? Did they hurt you?"

"Iie."

Simon frowned.

Terry shook his head. "Sorry. No, they didn't." He kissed the top of Simon's head. "I'm sorry this ruined our night. Jerks."

"It's not your fault. If anything it's mine. If I hadn't gone to the bathroom-"

"You would've had to go eventually. They were laying in wait. Don't go blaming yourself."

Simon bit his lip. What Terry said was true. "You just said-"

"I apologized because I didn't prepare you. I warned you attacks could happen, but I didn't teach you any defense." Terry rubbed the back of his neck. "Though even that might not have stopped tonight."

"So neither of us are responsible." Simon balled up the sheet in his hand. That didn't really sound right, but deep down he knew it was true. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Damn it, this was supposed to be a special night for me and Terry and they had to go and...and... He sniffed, feeling tears gathering again.

Terry was holding him immediately, rubbing Simon's back soothingly. "It's alright. Cry. I'm not going to leave you."

Simon squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. He wanted to cry, but he had used so many tears earlier, and truth be told, it hurt to cry out of one eye. I hate them. I hate how they did this. I hate that they've made me weak. I hate how they've hurt Terry through me. I hate them.

Terry pulled away and wiped a tear from Simon's cheek with his thumb. "Simon, do you want me to stay tonight?"

Simon wanted to throw his arms around Terry and pull him into the bed. He didn't want Terry to go, to leave him alone the night. But he also didn't want Terry to see his body as it was now, and he couldn't face his boyfriend yet. "N-no. Not tonight."

"Simon, look at me."

Simon whimpered, but slowly turned his head towards the love of his life.

Terry looked Simon in the eyes. "It's not your fault. Someday we'll forget this and just remember the wonderful time we had dancing. It'll get better. I promise."

Simon remained silent, but nodded, believing Terry for some reason.

Terry closed the distance between them and gave Simon a gentle kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Terry nodded. "Get some sleep. Real sleep. I'll be here to take you home tomorrow. I promise."

Simon nodded again and pulled the sheet up, rolling onto his side again. Tomorrow. Right. Just like when I came out. One day at a time. Somehow, I think this is going to be more difficult than then, though...

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Iie: No

Author's Prattle: Well, here's the official chapter that segregates my fic from the TV show. That's right. I'm not going to follow season eight or nine. There may be similarities, but overall I'm going to completely separate from events in the show. It's become so bad (and they're getting rid of Simon) that it's just easier to make plots up. Unfortunately, that means less focus and subplots on the other family members. I do have a few plans for Lucy, the twins, and Matt, though...

This chapter also is the beginning of major changes in Terry's life, and Simon's as well. Unfortunately, while I have the ideas running through my head as I write this, I have two fanfic challenges to complete (one for 7th Heaven, one for X-Men. Angel/Cyclops anyone?). I also have my Daniel SG-1 fic to work on, my Evo fic (it's going to end soon), and again, I've been neglecting my Ronin fic. And my finals are next week. Hmm...my guess is I won't get the next chapter out for at least three weeks.

Disclaimers. Lots this chapter. I don't own 7th Heaven, its characters or settings. They belong to Brenda Hampton and Aaron Spelling. Any of the songs listed at the prom, or anywhere else in this chapter, I don't own either. Those are songs that are on my hardrive that I liked from movies or anime music videos I've seen. I DO own Terry, his family and circumstances. So ask first. I also don't own the Macaroni Grill. Pepsi, or Invisible Man (one of the most annoying books in the world).

Also, I hope I didn't offend anyone. Attacks on homosexuals are a reality (even in California), and I don't have anything against jocks or sports people, but considering this show, the stereotypical attack by jocks worked. For those who don't know, assault is when a person threatens to hit another, battery is when contact is made. Having been a victim of attack (not because I'm gay, because I'm intelligent and there was a miscommunication), I have quite a bit of knowledge about the consequences of assault and battery. Sorry also if the swearing offended anyone.

Hmm...I believe that's everything. I still need constructive criticism on my fics "Angel's Night" and "Twin Novae" before I submit them to YaoiCon. I'll also be posting a new pic on my profile page soon, this one of Terry and Simon instead of Terry and Jordon. As always, reviews are welcome, and hoped you enjoyed the chapter!