Title: Tomorrow Never Comes

Disclaimer: Angst, major violence, slash, language (check my profile for a special note)

POV: Delko

Chapter Five: Lies

"Timmy?" I yell. "Tim, where are you?"

"Right here."

I jump. "Dude, don't sneak up on me like that. It's rude."

"Sorry."

I glance around. "Any reason all the lights are on?"

"Er…Just making sure all the bulbs work." He gives me a little smile and rubs the back of his neck.

"Um, okay."

He begins turning the lights off.

"Why did you sound so panicked when you came in?" He asks.

I pull a piece of paper from my pocket. "Here, read this."

He takes the paper and reads it aloud, "'The lab doesn't need fags. Get a new job. Or else." What a weak threat."

"Timmy, weak or not, someone isn't happy."

"And? Are you going to let this bug you? Do you want to break things off?"

"No! I don't want to break it off. Why would you think that?" I wrap my arms around his waist.

"I don't know what to think anymore." He lays his head on my shoulder.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to let you go. No matter how many threats we get."

I turn the TV off. The apartment is now quiet. Speed went to bed hours ago. I was not able to sleep so I stayed up. The clock chimes midnight. I am still not tired.

I contemplate going to bed. I have to be up early for work. But how can I sleep knowing that Speed is hiding something from me?

With an idea I sneak into the bedroom. I remember Speed throwing something away when he opened the bedroom door.

Lying in the corner of the room is a small piece of crumpled paper. I take the paper ball into the small hallway. Quietly, so as not to wake Speed, I unravel it.

I don't understand the note. Who was Speed getting notes from? Was he having an affair, seeing someone else? I look at the dark bedroom. I feel like I don't know my lover anymore. Nothing is what it once was.

What is going on, I wonder.

I crawl into bed beside him, nonetheless. It's time for me to pretend that nothing is wrong. Speed can't know that I know. He doesn't need anymore problems. I drift off to sleep.

Hours later I wake to find myself alone. Speed has gone. His motorcycle isn't in the parking garage in its usual spot. I try not to worry but that's easier said than done.

I actually feel a bit angry when I get to work and see Speed's bike in the parking lot.

"What the fuck," I mutter.

I park my truck and hurry inside. I bump into Speed as soon as I walk through the door. He seems surprised to see me. In my anger I forget my decision from last night.

"Eric," he says.

"Why are you here, Timmy?"

"I had a session with the shrink. H said I had to before he'd let me back at work," he explains.

I cross my arms. "Is that the truth or a lie you thought I'd fall for?"

"What? Is this about my reaction to your problem last night?"

"I found the little love note you got. The one from yesterday."

He goes pale. "You're mistaken."

"Oh really? I don't want to see you tonight, so I won't be home."

He grabs my wrist. "It's not a love letter. Really, you have to believe me."

"Let go of me."

"Eric-"

"Let me go, I have to get to work."

"Eric-"

"Problem guys?"

I pull my wrist away from Speed. "No, H, there's no problem here."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yes."

I massage my wrist. Speed looks as though he has something to say. But he just shakes his head and leaves. I don't even watch him go.

"Delko, are things really as okay as you say they are?"

I smile. "Nothing but a little lover's quarrel."

He smiles too. "Happens to the best of us."

"Sure does. Things will be better by tomorrow," I lie.

"That's good to know. By the way, the doc thinks Speed can come back to work within the next two days. I'm going to see if I can make it happen."

"That'll be great. He needs to get his mid off his problems."

We part company shortly after. I feel dread building in my stomach. I just lied to my boss. I didn't like to lie. A lot of lies are going 'round. And I know things are going to get worse, not better.