Title: Love Apart

Disclaimer: Slash. Angst.

POV: Speed

Chapter Four: Storm

I wake to the sound of talking. Danny is talking to whoever he called last night. It has to be Horatio. Who else could have gotten here that quickly?

Getting out of bed I creep to the door. Like last night I peek around the corner. No one is in the dining room. Danny and whoever talk in hushed voices. I can't hear enough to determine who the other person is.

So I creep into the dining room. Now, a wall separates the kitchen from the dining room, I am hidden from the two in the kitchen. The voices war still too hushed. They are obviously afraid of waking me or my overhearing them talking about what surely is me. Bit late for that.

I do not like being talked about. Steeling my spine I walk into the kitchen. If it is time for the truth to come out, than so be it.

I enter the kitchen. "Timothy, you're awake," Danny says, surprise filling his voice.

"Timmy, I missed you!" Exclaims the other man in the room. He strides over to me and gives me a gentle hug. I also receive a semi-passionate kiss on the lips.

"Nick, what are you doing here?" I am shocked to see him.

"Danny called me last night," he explains. Holding his arms out, "Here I am."

I shake my head and take a step back. "What is this? Are you two ganging up on me now?"

"No," Nick shakes his head. "Danny was really worried about you. So he called me. We need to talk about what happened, Tim."

Anger is building in me. "No. We don't need to do anything. I can't believe this!"

"Timothy," Danny intervenes. "We love you and we're scared. You need to get some help. You have a problem, Speed."

It is odd for Danny to call me by my nickname. He prefers to call me Timmy or Timothy, never Speed. He isn't a big fan of the name. So far he is the only one. I take a few more steps back.

"I really can't believe this. I wanted comfort. But all I get is an….an intervention. I'm not staying for this."

Back in the bedroom I change and begin to pack my stuff. Danny and Nick follow me.

"Tim, what are you doing?" Nick questions.

"I'm leaving. What does it look like?"

"Where are you going to go?" He asks.

I shrug. "Does it matter? Maybe I'll head back home to Miami. Drop the Hummer with the night crew, empty my locker, and send in my resignation. From there, who knows?"

"Tim, you can't leave. Don't do this," he says. I turn to find Danny standing quietly behind Nick. He looks about ready to cry. He is chewing on his bottom lip.

I know I was hurting him. And Nicky too. But I can't stay. I take my bag and pass Nick and Danny. I am really leaving.

"Timmy, don't, please. We'll forget about everything. Just stay. Please," pleads Danny.

I don't look back. Or say anything. My mind is made up. I am leaving. I get in the H2 and pull away. Leaving Nick with his arms around Danny, both watching me go. I might be breaking their hearts but they have each other. It used to be the three of us. Now it is just the two of them. They have hurt me.

After an hour of driving I pull off the road. My cell phone is beeping again. This time I listen to the message. Guess who?

"Speed, it's H, just calling to make sure you're okay. Call me back when you get the chance. I'm worried about you."

I fling the cell phone into the passenger seat. I don't feel like calling anyone. I want to be alone. This idea sends me into a fit of laughter. For days I was too afraid to be alone. Now it is all I wanted.

My laughing eventually turns to crying. What have I done? A few days ago I had called Danny in a fit of depression. He insisted on seeing me. I agreed. It is what I wanted after all. Then he calls Nick and gets him into the whole thing.

Nick, my Nicky-boy. He has his own problems. Who is he to tell me to seek help? He still hasn't sought help for his problem. It had taken Nick three months to tell Danny and I about the babysitter. The one who had molested him when he was younger. The news made me sick to my stomach. Danny had been left speechless.

Danny had a lot of problems with Nick's confession. He was troubled by it. I think it reminded him of his past. He gave up very little about something he wasn't proud of. Neither Nick or I pushed him to talk about it.

The three of us took an oath. We were never to push each other to talk about our pasts. Nick's confession had been free will. Knowing your past wasn't relevant made confessing easier, he said.

So why is he pushing me? Granted, my past is causing me problems now. But doesn't the oath mean anything? Why do they have to push me!

I slam the palm of my hand against the steering wheel. Why the fuck did I run away? Things are more screwed up than they were before. Through tear-filled eyes I gaze out at the road. Cars whiz by holding people headed to all kinds of places. Every one of them has someone. Someone to run to, someone who loves them.

Where am I to go?

Home to Miami? Back to Delko and Calleigh and Horatio and Yelina? Should I go back to Danny and Nick? Will they even want me back? Does anyone want me?

I pull out onto the busy road and headed off to who knows where.