Title: Needed

Writer: Azure K Mello

Summery: Marco goes after Craig; Craig isn't interested; Ashley starts to investigate.

Pairings: Joey/Craig. Marco/Dylan (Mentioned). Craig/Ashley (Mentioned. Craig/Marco (implied).

Rating: R

Warning: Willing incest


Spinner had tried to comfort him but it hadn't worked. It was sweet of him. . . and awkward. But Spinner just couldn't talk him out of his funk. Dylan and he had broken up and that was that. So there he was: walking down the hall with his jaunty hat feeling stupid and heavy on his head. He felt stupid and heavy.

Mondays always sucked but a Monday after breaking up sucked worse. He wished that he had stayed home; faked being sick. Wished he was mortally ill. He felt like scum. Dylan had cried. He'd made his boyfriend cry. He hadn't wanted to: hadn't meant to. And the guilt had been worsened when he couldn't join the older boy and cry to.

He had done what the magazines said: he'd been straightforward and honest. "I'm sorry, Dylan. I like you a lot but I don't love you. And it isn't fair to either of us. You deserve someone who adores you, you're amazing. But I'm not that someone."

But while the magazines would say he'd done a good job he still felt awful. Craig saw him and crossed the hall to talk to him, "You ok? You don't look ok."

"Dylan and me broke up."

"He dumped you? Do you want me to go beat him up? Or kick him? Or say something mean?" his words trailed off as they both knew that Craig couldn't take the blond in a fight.

"Why do you and Spin both just assume that I got dumped?"

"Well aren't you totally into him? Or something?" he tacked on as he took in the slightly pissed edge of Marco's voice.

"No, I'm not," Marco shook his head, "and I never was."

"Oh, ok," Craig nodded pretending to understand, "so you're fine then?"

"No! I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Yeah, but," Craig couldn't figure out his friend. Wasn't he supposed to be the crazy one? Him, not Marco? "You did the breaking."

"Who's side are you on?"

"Yours, always yours." Craig was pleased that he knew at least one of the correct answers.

"Thank you," the slight boy's shoulders drooped.

"You gonna be ok?"

"Yeah," Marco pulled Craig into a tight hug, "I'll be ok."


Craig happily made two peanut butter sandwiches. Things had been sort of strange since he had been committed to the hospital. The doctors had asked him to stop seeing Ashley. They wanted to "eliminate unnecessary stress". Joey had asked him to obey, to give himself over to the doctors for a while.

"Joey, she's important to me!"

"I know, I know, Craig. But you're important to me. I just want you to feel better again." He cradled the teen's face in between him hands, "Wouldn't it be worth it?"

As he leaned into the caress he had spoken softly, "For you. Ok?"

But now (with the exception of Ash's absence) things were getting to be routine again. They had put him on anti depressants which made him continually manic and then added lithium to stabilize his moods. Now he felt almost normal. He licked the peanut butter off his fingers and brought the two plates into the living room where Angie was watching cartoons.

"Where's Daddy?" she asked as he handed her the plate.

"At work, he'll be home soon," He said, watching Billy, Mandy, and the Grim Reaper have a picnic at the beach.

"Is he sick?" she asked and he turned, giving her his full attention.

"No, Why?"

"Last night I heard him screaming your name and moaning. And his morning he looked tired."

He blushed slightly, "Um, yeah, he. . . I left some clothes in the hall and he tripped, so he was angry at me."

"He didn't sound angry. He sounded. . . happy."

Craig just sat motionless and finally said, "He liked tripping."


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