Double Deuce: A Tale of Twin Destinies

I could tell I wasn't asleep, that weird feeling where you know what's going on but it's muffled. I tried to get my eyes to open, but something was holding me back. I tried moving any part of my body, but it was like something was holding me down. Baring down on me with all its weight, I could even smell whatever it was. Again with the smell, but where as Dee's was pleasant and familiar. This one was frightening, and smelled like an animal of some sort.

After a long while the weight left suddenly, the smell and fear along with it. I shot awake, panting and trying to calm myself down. Looking out my window I noticed the sun was rising. Had that…feeling last so long. I shivered and hug myself, not noticing that Dee was stirring next to me. Until I felt his warm arms go around me. I collapsed into his hold, my eyes shut tight.

"Ryo? Are you all right? You look like you were having a nightmare."

I buried my face in his night shirt and muttered it wasn't a dream.

"What?" His hand cupped my chin and raised my eyes to his.

"It wasn't a dream." I restated, he leaned and gave me a chaste kiss. I smiled when he pulled away. "But thanks for being there to wake me up anyways."

Dee gave a grin and raised his eyebrows. "That's what hot boyfriends are for."

Forgetting the unsettling feeling I rolled my eyes and hit him with the pillow before stretching and getting out of bed.

"Come on, we've got Early Shift. Drake'll have your head if we don't relieve him from Graveyard."

Dee mumbled and pulled the pillow I'd tossed him around his head. I chuckled and shook my head, going into the bathroom.

I turned on the light, seeing as the sun had yet to reach the window, and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm not conceited or anything, I just wanted to make sure 1.) That Dee hadn't left more then a slight dull pain as his mark and 2.) That my eyes looked somewhat rested and without bags under them.

I didn't see either, but I stared at my reflection. On my left shoulder was a scar, some sort of bite scar. Only problem was, I'd never been bitten before. I covered with my hand and backed away. Before I could ponder further I heard a thud in our bedroom.

"Damnit!" I heard Dee curse; I frowned and opened the door.

"What happened?"

Dee rubbed his head, and he looked slightly paler then he had a few minutes ago.

"I-I don't know. I got dizzy for a second and everything shifted."

I blinked in confusion, not too sure where he was going with this, "Shifted?"

"Yeah. I yawned and when I opened my eyes, everything looked…weird." He ran a hand through his bangs. A clear sign he was frustrated before standing up and looking at me. There it was again! That haunted look in his eyes.

"Then I felt light headed, everything returned to normal. And I fell." He knitted his brows and looked at me. His eyes were normal again, but he noticed me holding my shoulder. Guess I'd forgotten about that.

"What's wrong? I didn't hurt you last night did I?"

I blushed slightly but shook my head, removing my hand. Dee's eyes widened in surprise and he stepped closer.

"That's new…well old...wait! When the hell did you get bitten by a dog?'

"I have no idea. It was…just there this morning." I rubbed the scar again, feeling the raised skin. I winced, it felt like it had been painful. I should remember it. Shouldn't I? I shook my head and sighed.

"We'll figure it out later. If we don't hurry we'll be late."

After we finished getting ready and sent Bikky off to school, Dee and I headed to the precinct.

The drive to work was quiet, each of us thinking about the mornings events. I was slightly pressed to tell Dee about yesterdays events. I kept quiet though, still wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe repressed memory?

"So," Dee said breaking the silence, "Any ideas where it came from?"

I frowned at my reflection in the window before looking back at Dee. I shook my head. "None, I would have remembered if a dog this size bit me. But I don't. And I don't remember seeing it there before this morning."

Dee was quiet for a moment, "Neither have I. Maybe you slept on something, like a wrinkle in your pillow and it left the mark."

I nodded, not really convinced. It looked like Dee wasn't either.

Once we got to the precinct we focused on a new case the Commissioner gave us: a strange homicide with an unidentified victim. I read through t he report. No wounds were found on the body?

"Dee, look at the picture. Notice the man's face."

Dee looked at the picture and shrugged, "Guy looks scared shitless, seems fitting. I mean the guy was probably jumped or something."

I took back the picture, looking at the man's face. It was frozen in what seemed like terror. I frowned, if the man's look was from surprise or fear of being killed. How had it remained on his face afterwards?

Dee took the picture out of my hands and looked at it again. I noticed he wasn't looking at the man though.

"Spot something?" I asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I think so…but not to sure. It could be fog from the street or a dirty camera or something."

He pointed to a strange fog, it looked almost green, and it was everywhere.

"Maybe, or it could be a gas that killed this guy."

Someone knocked on our door, before we said come in Ted poked his head in. "There's a guy here to see you. Says he might know something about the murder."

Dee looked at me, was this a lucky break or what?

I nodded, "Thanks Ted, send him in." I sat back at my chair and looked at Dee, "Maybe they can shed some light on that green fog."

"It's not a fog," A voice called from the door, obviously British. "Its an aura. And I'm highly surprised either one of you can see it."

Dee and I turned to the man in the door and Dee nearly fell out of his chair. The black dog at the man's side titled and seemed to laugh at Dee. I looked at the man's face and nearly fell out of the chair myself.

Aside from the deep scratches across his face, this guy could pass for, well for me.

"I can explain a bit about the murder. Though…it seems that something else entirely has thrown us together." He closed the door and looked down at the dog. "I think, this is why we were sent Padfoot."

The dog nodded and looked at me then Dee, before returning his gaze to the scarred man. With a sigh, the dog sighed, the dog closed his eyes and everything Dee and I had understood of the world crumbled like Berlin Wall.

A/N: And we have part deux! Bwahahaha! They Meet! Hmmm…..how far to take the 'melding' pictures wolfy Ryo ooohhh, sessy o.o evil laugh