Grigori stood in the doorway waiting for some kind of reaction from his 'son'. As yet Kit had made no movement and continued to stare at him as if trying to absorb what he'd said. He was growing tired of the silence and was about to break it himself when Kit spoke.
"My parents are dead. You can't be my father." Kit's voice sounded strangled by intense emotion.
"Your mother died in the fire, I survived."
Kit shook his head stiffly, "You're lying. Who are you?"
"I said that already. What proof do I have to give you? Wait, I have proof enough in my pocket."
Grigori reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Instead of walking up the aisle to hand it to Kit he held it out indicating that Kit should come and get it.
It didn't take long for Kit to get the message and he slowly walked towards Grigori. Cautiously he took the piece of paper from Grigori's hand and unfolded it. It was a photograph, he recognised himself as a young child in the photograph and there sitting beside him was Grigori. His face crumpled when the weight of what was happening sunk in.
Unhindered anger flared within him when the realisation struck him that the man before him had been the root cause of all of his suffering in the fifteen years he was a drifter. In one quick motion, too quick for anyone to follow, Kit screwed up the photo in his hand and pushed Grigori out of the room.
Before Grigori could do anything to react or retaliate he was pushed up against a wall. Kit pressed his face close to his own and there was a sheer depth of fury visible in those deep brown eyes. There was a distinct tremor in the white knuckled fists that held his lapels. Whatever he did now he knew he'd pushed Kit to the limit.
"This wasn't what I expected, this reunion has gone a little differently then I planned." Grigori taunted, meeting Kit's searing gaze with his own.
"How did you find me? Why the hell did you come here now? Why couldn't you just stay dead?"
Grigori smiled, "Being a gardener I thought I'd come to the world famous Greentown. I was checking out when you and your friends arrived. I'm sure you know that one always recognises family and besides when I asked who you were the young man at the reception was very obliging with giving me the information I desired. You might agree its one very big coincidence but here I am. I didn't think you'd mind."
"I do mind in fact. I hope you don't mind if I tell you to sod off!" Kit shouted infuriated further with Grigori's taunts.
Kit let go of Grigori's lapels and allowed the man to pass. Accepting the invitation to leave Grigori walked past Kit and headed for the exit. Not through with taunting Kit he made a comment under his breath about the bride and made one word more audible than the rest, 'whore'. He stopped walking when Kit said his name and he turned around. What happened next wasn't something he'd expected.
Completely pushed past all boundaries in sheer rage Kit back handed Grigori so hard that the man fell to the ground but not before striking his head on a nearby table as he fell. Resisting the urge to kick the man and aware of a pacifying hand on his shoulder Kit pointed to Grigori threateningly who was still trying to pick himself up.
"Don't think you didn't deserve that. Believe me; you deserve a hell of a lot more." Kit hissed before storming off.
This scene hadn't gone unnoticed by the others and until now they'd been held back by Ché who had thought it wise to let the confrontation play out rather than it being made worse by interference. Robyn slipped past the others and went in search of Kit; she came to a temporary stop in front of Grigori who was smiling triumphantly.
"Poshjol ty!" She whispered in Grigori's own language and once she'd seen that the message had sunk in she carried on her way.
It didn't take long for Robyn to find Kit. There was only one place he could go and be alone. Normal protocol went against females entering men's toilets but this was an emergency and she didn't care. Pushing open the door she stepped in and saw that one out of the four stalls was occupied. There was no doubt in her mind as to the identity of the occupant in the stall. Awkwardly she seated herself down with her back against the door and he knees under her chin. With such a close proximity to the door she could hear someone crying inside. Pulling on previous experience she'd had with how Kit cheered her up she tried to work out a way to help him.
"This certainly wasn't part of any of the plans we made. I never envisioned myself sitting on the floor of a men's toilet on my wedding day." Robyn said light-heartedly.
A bitter laugh sounded on the other side of the door and was followed with tear choked words, "Me neither. I also didn't expect to find out I wasn't an orphan when I spent seventeen years under the impression that I was. My whole life has been one big lie. It's been a sham, the whole thing. I don't know who I am anymore."
"You're Kit. You're the man I love and the man that loves me. This is hard for you I know but-"
"How can you possibly know how I'm feeling right now? Do you have any idea?" Kit interrupted angrily, "You don't get it do you? For fifteen god damn years I went through hell all because of that man. I built my own little life up on the basis that I was alone in the world; the whole thing has been shattered. I drifted for fifteen years and my dad was never dead. Don't you dare try and assume how I'm feeling because you have no idea so leave me alone!"
Robyn was shocked by Kit's hostility towards her. He'd never spoken to her in this way and she didn't know what to do. Fighting back tears and a rising temper she got up from the floor and instead of leaving sat herself on a ledge with sinks built into it. She wasn't going to leave him like this, he needed her and it was her duty to help him.
Doctor Cole reached the Greentown Gardens lake side complex and entered. He was rather surprised to see angry, shocked and triumphant faces on people that should have been smiling and laughing.
"Have I missed something?" He asked trying to find a reason why people were acting so strangely.
Ché stood up and stretched his legs, "only an unexpected family reunion."
"I'm afraid I don't understand,"
"Kit's father came. As far as we and Kit knew his father was dead. That man sitting in the corner nursing a bruised cheek is him and as you can see he's very much alive."
"Disgraceful. I suppose as a doctor it's my duty to treat any injuries he has, not that I can say I'm pleased about it."
Doctor Cole started to walk over to Grigori when Ché stopped him.
When the doctor turned round to face him Ché asked, "You know a little Russian don't you?"
"Some, yes."
"What does poshjol ty mean?"
Doctor Cole's eyes opened wide and he didn't seem to know where to look. This was a clear indicator to Ché that he really didn't want to know and the giant let the man go to do his work.
After five minutes of silence Kit came out of the stall he'd been sitting in and scowled when he sighted Robyn. "You still here? I thought I told you to leave me alone."
Robyn nodded, "You did but I won't. I'm not leaving you anymore than you'd leave me if things were the other way around."
"There's a difference. I want to be left alone."
"To do what? Talk to me Kit. How can I understand what you're feeling if you won't talk to me? If it helps take it out on me and not him, I'm here he's not. Hit me if makes you feel better but do something!"
Before either Kit or Robyn knew what was happening Kit accepted her invitation and struck her.
