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Chapter 3

He cleaned the desks with long strokes, working off the blue and black and red graffiti easily before he moved to the next one. He worked on the chairs with less enthusiasm, shaking his head when he noticed it wouldn't come off.

His mind wasn't on the cleaning today, or working out what each bit of graffiti said, or who sat where and if they'd written it. He couldn't help the frown that pulled at his lips, and the nervous churning of his stomach as he waited for Bryan to arrive.

Class had gone alright. Yahlia was there and had set off a barrage of questions that he would throw at Bryan once he arrived. He'd kept himself from staring, and had forced himself to watch Mr. Lukas – aiming to watch Mr. Everest the next lesson he had them – rather startled to find that the note they'd written was sounding so much like the… Truth.

He let himself smile, maybe he ought to let them sit next to each other, just to see if they did like each other. And were being so… Intimate. The thought made him prickle with jealously, but he knew better than to get angry by it. If he wanted to get angry, he'd have to be angry at the contents of the note, but he had a feeling that it wasn't them that had written all of it, the first few sentences at least was in their handwriting.

He yawned as he finished the last desk, stumbling over to his own as he sat down in his chair gently. He threw the cleaning spray and rag into the lowest drawer of his desk and sat back, stretching his neck, mentally cursing himself for not going to bed earlier.

Of course, having Bryan in his presence, in less than 15 minutes, was also getting to him as well. He could feel himself getting jumpy, though his training made it easy to conceal it. He sighed and rubbed his temples, he hated waiting.

It had been another ten minutes before he heard the slight knock he'd been waiting for. "It's open." He called casually, though his heart was beating faster and faster, making his head spin in the process. He leant forward, shaking his head gently before looking up.

The first thing Spencer noticed was that Bryan was nervous, the way his hands seemed to always have to move showed him that. The next thing he noticed made his head feel like it was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't help but place his head in his hands and shake it, really, Bryan should have known better.

He was wearing brown slacks, much like he used to wear when they were beyblading. He also wore a light blue shirt, it was ruffled, and Spencer couldn't help the thought that ran through his head to do with Bryan's cleaning habits. He sighed mentally, Bryan had never liked ironing. But it was the jacket that caught his full attention: it was his jacket. Maybe that was why Bryan had come back? He let his head rest in his hands again, a headache settling at the back of his head.

"I…" Bryan started weakly, staring at the desk. Spencer hadn't moved to stand when he'd arrived, he'd been grateful, his legs felt like they'd collapse under him, so he'd comfortably sat himself on a desk.

"I'd like an explanation before we move onto other things." Spencer hadn't removed his head from his hands.

Bryan nodded and stared at the table in front of him, "I… Don't know where to start."

"Right," Spencer snapped, immediately calming himself and continuing in a deadly calm tone, "Let's start with Yalia. Why does she have your last name?"

Bryan glared lightly at Spencer's tone, "She's my daughter." He answered bluntly, the Abbey training he hadn't used in many years coming back full force.

"Right, and her mother is?"

Bryan's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Spencer watched this with both amusement and guilt; he'd never known Bryan to be so… Timid. It was Bryan! His tough, blunt, lunatic of an (he supposed) ex-boyfriend Bryan!

"I… I'd rather talk about that inside either one of our homes." Bryan managed, motioning between the two of them.

Spencer nodded and ran a hand through his hair, standing up after he grabbed his bag. He could feel Bryan's relief radiating off him, and couldn't help but smirk and lead Bryan out of the room, his bag slung over his shoulder.

"So… What were you planning on doing?"

o0o0o

Their conversation was mainly on Spencer's job as they walked down the main street. But as they'd sat down after their hour walk Spencer couldn't take any more. "Where were you?"

Bryan went rigid for a second, moving almost mechanically as he reached for a menu. "Here and there." He managed.

"How did you get my number?"

There was a brief silence, "… Tala gave it to me."

"So you talked to Tala before me?" Spencer didn't know whether to feel relieved or insulted. He'd always come first with everything when they'd been together. The first person Bryan went to for everything. But he didn't think he could do this if he didn't think that Tala had wanted it to happen. He nodded as a frown appeared on his face.

"He told me about that award you won." Bryan smirked over the menu he was holding, "'Student's favourite Mathematics Teacher', I wouldn't have guessed you'd have let yourself be put in the same room as kids. You know… Growing up with Ian and all."

"The perfect training." Spencer replied absently.

It surprised both of them. They'd expected to be both anxious to get away and rigid around each other. But thankfully, Spencer realized, it seemed more like they were on one of the few dates they'd taken each other on as teenagers. Maybe it was because they were pretending? Or maybe it was because Spencer was?

"Yahlia's great at maths too. I don't see how you both can put up with it though. Too many numbers."

Spencer smirked at the comment, "That's right, you used to copy all of mine." Bryan nodded, the frown on his face making Spencer smile.

They ordered and talked some more, the conversation turned to their jobs, Tala, Ian and Yahlia. Spencer was itching to mention Bryan's wife or girlfriend, but felt that they'd make a scene if he did. He couldn't help but feel the anger bubble up within him when ever he thought of her.

Spencer had ordered pasta, Bryan a small hamburger, they'd eaten silently, enjoying the food each bite at a time. They'd paid and wandered off, the street lights glowing dimly in the last few minutes of sunlight. They'd talked quietly, happy to pretend that their absence from each other's lives never happened.

Spencer's brain kept telling him that pretending that Bryan hadn't disappeared was going to get him hurt, just as Bryan's kept poking at his conscience. He'd have to explain the entire thing to Spencer sooner or later… Even if he'd preferred it to be later. Lots later.

They'd soon found themselves in front of Bryan's house.

"So… Who is the mother?" He really didn't mean for it to just come out like that. He had wanted to get to know Bryan again first. But there was this constant nagging in Spencer's brain that told him that something in the entire series of events was just off.

Bryan paused, the clanging of his many house, car and work keys halting as he thought. He motioned Spencer inside once he was moving again. The blonde strode in, taking in the boxes, commenting on them as Bryan directed him to the kitchen.

"We've only been here two days." He offered coffee, tea and whatever else he could make easily and quickly. Bryan sighed as he set a glass of coffee in front of Spencer, tea in his own mug. He took a sip and looked up to find Spencer looking over at him expectantly, obviously annoyed and slightly agitated by his stalling.

"Well…" He started, taking another sip. "I don't want you to comment or – or anything until I'm finished all right." Spencer nodded and Bryan nodded with him, "Right… So… Fifteen years ago we were in the abbey with Boris and he'd started experimenting with us." He paused, sipping his tea again.

"As you know Voltaire thought girls were weak and even though he hated gay activity he asked Boris to … find a way to make guys pregnant." He paused again, taking his time to gather his thoughts and process them into words. Spencer was staring at him intently, though his facial expression was blank, Bryan could tell the blonde wasn't pleased with where this was going, "He thought that it would make a stronger child if two strong males conceived it.

"This experiment was done on only three of us successfully. Ian, a boy named Taylor and me. There were others before us, but they died from some problem or another.

"But I'd only found out I'd had this experiment done to me after we'd…" He flushed, "You know? Had sex and twelve years ago was when that time was and I wanted to tell you, but…"

"But what?" Spencer asked in a calm voice. Too calm for Bryan's liking, the blonde looked like he was ready to explode and he felt that way too.

He answered in a tiny whisper, "I was scared."

A wave of silence washed over them, until Spencer moved his hands from his lap to the table, "So, you refused to tell me because you didn't trust me enough?" His voice was still calm, but was raising in volume very slowly. "You didn't expect me to believe you twelve years ago?" Bryan nodded numbly, "And you expect me to believe this now?"

"Spencer…" Bryan said in a warning tone, "Don't say it like that."

"What? I'm not lying when I say I don't believe it."

"Spencer…"

"Don't 'Spencer' me! I don't know you anymore. You're not the Bryan I knew if you ran away, I don't believe you because if you ran away once, you could be lying and running from this problem as well."

"Spencer… I'm sorry."

Spencer was now standing, "Fantastic… You're saying that you're sorry! You didn't even leave a note! You just up and left! Did Tala know? How about Kai? 'Cause I swear I didn't and don't need the looks they send me all the bloody time!"

Bryan recoiled, willing himself to disappear along with Spencer's glare. The blonde continued, "I spent all these years wondering if I'd done something wrong, when it was you being all 'Oh, he's going to turn me away' on me!"

"I was afraid of this." He seemed to want to shrink and scuttle away, or at least direct Spencer's glare somewhere else.

"I'm not angry over Yahlia! I'm angry that you didn't trust me enough to tell me! I would have welcomed her with open arms!" He started pacing around the room. "And how do I know if this story's even true? Hm? I'm sure you didn't expect me to believe this story straight off. I mean, a guy becoming pregnant… It's fascinating! Unnatural! A lie until I'm proven that it's not!"

Bryan stood up, standing in front of the other man, halting his sixth lap of the room, "It is true! And why do you have to be such an ass about it?" He was trying to remain calm, he needed to, his temper would make the situation worse.

"Why can't I be an ass about it? Or are you allowed to make a bigger deal of things because you're… Special."

Bryan saw red and Spencer knew he'd said something he shouldn't. But he wanted to make Bryan hurt too, "Get out. Get out right now!"

Spencer was already walking out, his bag thrown over his shoulder. He stalked out, a glare his goodbye and the door slamming shut signaling his departure.

Bryan fell back into his seat, banging his fists on the table a few times, spilling the tea and coffee on the table. He growled and yelled at the top of his lungs.

This was the reason why he hadn't wanted to tell Spencer. Not yet.

He felt tears come to his eyes, "I hope you're happy Tala."

o0o0o

Spencer had just arrived home when his phone rang.

"What?" He asked irritably.

"Hey Spencer, what's wrong?"

"Tala…" He growled, continuing in a warning tone, "You are an asshole." He slammed the phone down. Great! He now insulted Tala. All he had to do is insult Kai and he'd have the entire lot of them!

Never before had he felt this appalled or angry with himself or Bryan! Pregnant? Did he think he was stupid?

He made himself a large mug of strong coffee, proceeding to sit on his couch. He didn't drink it though, he was too aggravated. He felt as if he wanted to wring someone's neck, either Tala's or Bryan's, or Kai's if he couldn't get his hands on the first two.

But there was no way he could make himself do that, no matter how angry he was at both men. He was much more angry at himself for blowing up at Bryan: No wonder the man hadn't wanted to tell him, especially with the way he had acted.

The phone rang again, he picked it up, calmed and slightly depressed with his actions, "Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, Nadja. Why are you calling?"

The woman on the other side of the phone huffed, "Why am I calling? I'm over wth Tala and Kai, they just told me what happened. I was seeing if you were alright. You both sounded extremely out of yourselves when he first rang you."

He nodded, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, "Is he alright?"

"Bryan? My son is fine! I'm more worried about you; he deserved that and he knows he did." There was shuffling on the phone, "Tala's going to see Bryan, I'm coming to see you. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOUSE!"

He nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"Good. I don't want this, I knew it would happen! I knew it would! He should have told you straight from the start!" she sounded out of breathe, talking more to herself than to Spencer, "I'll be over in a few." He nodded again, "Bye dear."

"Good bye."

Spencer collapsed back on the lounge, not worrying about Nadja. She had her own key to his house; she was a common visitor.

But thinking of her made her think of Bryan and he couldn't help but swear and throw a cushion, Bryan was upset and it was his fault.

He knew someone else would be effected by the last hour's events. He didn't want to think of her though. Not Yahlia. Not until he was told the truth and he felt he could forgive Bryan and Tala and Kai for not telling him they knew he was safe.

He sighed, had he destroyed his family? Made them angry?

He thought he did.

Fire: I don't know about this chapter… But this isn't supposed to be a long story, and I'm too impatient to make them both wait… But anyway…

Oh and yes, Nadja is Bryan's mother!

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Thank you for reading… Until chapter four… Goodnight.