Ahh, the ever so wonderful Monday update that many have come to love, incept not, because it's really Sunday, but it'll be up by Monday. So what consists of this chapter? We finally find out a little secret of Rory, and don't act surprised, I just realized that I really loved writing him, he's just so much fun to do. A little awkard Marco and Ryan scene coming up as well, so ya to Ryco, ( beautifully named by Kami ) an: i HAD TRIED TO POST THIS LIKE 5 FUCKING DAYS AGO-- Oh sorry, angry caps locks, anyways, I tried to post this 5 fucking days ago and now it wants to work. Cunty cunty cunt Computer. Anyway. Enjoy. It's dangerous, these chapters now. AN2: It's wensday now. Fuck.

Chapter 17: Perscribed Pills

"I don't really care how much time it takes, just please, get me a flight out of here" The blonde moaned into the phone. As he crossed the streets of Paris he shook his head violently and tried again," It's not a big deal, but I don't think he should be alone, that's all. No, this is strickly personal. No It's not revenge….I don't care if he was fucking straight or not….well he was, it wasn't love….it was a close friendship" He looked down into his hands quietly for a moment while the person on the other line rambled on, his anger building up until finally he spoke," Okay, I could give a fuck less about all of this, I just need to get to Jake, right now. So send someone to pick me up and I do not ever want o be sent to another country for the wrong fucking Jake Sheilds again….what do you mean it was a typo? Sheilds is spelled S-h-e-I-l-d-s not S-h-I-e-l-d-s god, you idiot. Get me out of here!" He snapped the phone shut, glaring at people as he walked by.

"I don't really consider it gay, you know" They murmured into his neck.

"So what do you call this then?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"Snuggling, I guess" They shrugged, biting the other's neck slightly, " You're so pale"

"At least you aren't smacking me around like you normally would-"

The other's face fell. But he just continued, " You have pills, right?"

"Of course" He nodded," Lots of them"

"So then good, no problems. No worries, right?" They placed a kiss on their cheek.

"Yeah…" The other murmured out quietly, eyes averted to the floor and taking their hands within his," No worries"

"Marco, pick your phone you bloody…..aye" Ryan moaned out as Pete poked him, " For the last time, you are NOT British, okay?"

"Sorry" Ryan shrugged out, placing the phone to his ear.

"Hello- stop Marco, that tickles--"

"Who the hell is this and why are you using my boyfriend's phone!" Ryan asked in confusion and anger.

"Boyfriend?" Davis squinted into the phone as Marco snatched it from him quickly, knocking his coffee into his lap," Oh Marco…that hurts."

"It only hurts at first, it'll go away!" Marco moaned out, throwing him some tissues.

"So you're just gonna spill it all over me and then not wipe it up1?"

Ryan's face paled on the other end of the phone.

"Lick it up, it won't kill you" Marco grunted out in agitation.

"But it's hot!"

Pete slid next to the phone and listened as Ryan shuffled a little.

"But Marco, it's starting to make a stain-"

"I'll do it again incept all over your face this time if you don't stop" Marco paused for a second, realizing how nasty all of this sounded and placed the phone to his ear," Rye?"

"Marco…-o oooo" Ryan murmured, teary eyed.

"No, babe, it's not what you think--" Marco looked at the phone.

Dead line.

Pete looked at Ryan, who leaned against the table that he was painting on from inside the gallery, they finally made it, even though it took them an hour and some minutes to get there. " What the hell was that?" Pete asked, brows knitted together.

"I don't know" Ryan sighed out, running hands through his hair quickly as Pete wiped paint from his face," I….just, ah.- Fuck, can we get back to work?" His eyes looked sad as Pete nodded and slipped away, "Sure…sure…" He pulled his pen back into his hands and raised his eyebrows. " Angsty or not?"

"Make people cry" Ryan moaned out, throwing a flash of paint across the canvass. " This has to go perfect."

" Didn't mean to startle you"

"Oh no, it's okay, just a little sleepy, that's all"

"Don't close your eyes though…."

"I know"

A pause.

"I love you, you know"

"And you don't consider this gay?"

"No-"

"It's the pills talking, isn't it?"

"No, it's me"

"It's not-"

"No."

"And you fee-"

"Fine? Yeah, well, no, but you being here makes me feel…I don't know. Alive I guess"

"Glad I could make you feel that way"

"Where are you going?" A little moan excapes his lips in sadness," Don't leave"

"You want to hit me now, don't you?"

"I do-"

"Don't lie, please…."

"I do, but I'm holding it back…." Shuffles around in the bed a little bit," Because I love you, right?"

"You should go back to the hospital"

"I can't, they won't..- Mom and dad don't know"

"And Jakey, does Jakey know?"

"Should he?"

"He's your brother….he might get whatever you have, you know"

"He has Michael…"

"Rory…."

"I know, not now, right?"

"I…." he smiles. " You still want to hit…."

"Yeah. Maybe you should go…."

"Yeah…" The door makes a click behind him," I'll leave"

"I'm, confused….I thought that was a real knife." The assistant murmured, the auidance now in the lobby reeling over the preformance. " It's a hit" Elliot proclaimed in happiness, throwing herself into Roscoe's arms," I can't believe that you pulled this off"

"Oh no, Andrew and Jake pulled this off" He smiled warmly at them. But they both look away, both sitting on two different chairs, avoiding eye contact.

She smiled at them and nodded," And oh, you two were to die for"

"I wish I was-" Jake murmured, Alex hugging him tightly, crying his heart out. " Alex, please…." His breath stopped for a few minutes as he watched Robert kneel next to Michael and place a kiss on his cheek," You were spectacular"

"I'm an ass" Michael moaned out, palming his forehead.

"Oh…" Robert smiled weakly," You are….you really are"

"So…" Alex whispered into Jake's ear, arms hanging across his shoulders," What now?"

Jake's heart slowed down. " What now….?"

" I didn't think you'd be here"

"The hospital is cold"

"I know, where's Jake"

"I don't know….can't breathe though…"

"You don't have to squint, I'm here…"

" Funny he called an ambulance on me" Snorts a little," Like he'd care…. How did you find me anyway?"

"Followed the ambulance from your house" Sigh," I saw Mikey and Jakey playing outside when it happened."

"Did he notice?"

"No, too wrapped up in Michael-"

"Do you think…." Eyes met the other," Are you- are you afraid to look at me?"

"No….yes"

"I can't hurt you now"

"But Rory….you can. I'm hurting just looking at you here. There's something wrong."

"Isn't there always, can't you just hold me, please?" Eyes close momentarily.

" I can't…."

"Jamie…" The name cracks at the end. He stares at him sadly," Don't do that Rory, please….just…."

Rory streaches out his hand weakly and smiles," I'm okay….see?" Motions for him to come closer, so Jamie does, up to his bed and sits down, resting his chin against his arm. Breathes out ," Oh god…look what we've done" And sighs into his chest quietly, watching as small tears slip past his eyes. " Don't cry, Jamie…" Rory murmurs against his gown, his hand slithers to his wrist as he grasps it tightly," Don't"

"You're hurting me again" Jamie murmurs out tiredly, voice void of any emotion.

"I'm sorry…." Rory says, letting go," It's the meds…they…they didn't kick in yet"

"I'll come back tomorrow….Rory." Says the name quietly, kisses his head and smiles weakly," Bye Rory…"

"Don't go Jamie"

"Bye…."

"What the fuck are you staring at?" He snaps, getting into the car as he gets on the phone again. " Randy, shut the hell up, you're an idiot and so is that bloody crackhead brother of yours. No, Jake is not in Paris, no, I am not in London and who the hell are you talking to?" He slams the phone against the car twice to get Randy's attention. " Listen to me, I told your idiot friend and now I'm telling you, get me home"

"But Jamie I'm sure-"

"No, I mean it, now before I spazz the fuck out on someone. Please! Christ, drive to the train station sir!" He yells, banging on the cab door with his fist. "You're going to kill me" He moans out, head slumping to the side.

"Fine, fine" Randy rolls his eyes," Whatever, we'll get you a flight back. I have to go, my Bri bri's on the other line"

"Your who?" Jamie starts but the phone is dead. He looks out the window and traces the pattern with his fingers idly, sadly.

...

:Shrugs: Am I a good writer? I have low self esteem.