All characters that are from the TWILIGHT saga by Stephanie Meyer belong to Stephanie Meyer. All others belong to me. I do not receive profit for these stories except for the joyous enjoyment of reviews.

This story follows right after When I'm Gone: Third Installment to GONE Saga, so if you haven't read that one or the two before, please do.

The timeline of the story will coincide with Gabriel Michael Laskaris' growing up years, starting at Seth and Rosa's wedding day, April 12th and will progress from there.

AN: I'm starting to think this story is going to go into the triplet digit chapters. I hope y'all don't mind that, especially now that things are moving along with the kiddos, right? Anyway, enjoy as you read!

Kids and Ages in this chapter: Marc -14yrs old: Vivi -12yrs old: Tyra -5yrs old: and as always, Gabe's age is next to the chapter.

Chapter Fifty-Four (12 yrs old)
Part B

"No fucking way!"

"Yep," Marc smirked as he threw the football, a perfect spiral arching fifteen feet into a perfect landing in Gabriel's arms, "Uncle Seth convinced Tia it would be safe. The only thing is I have to pay the entrance fee myself."

"Five hundred dollars," Gabriel threw the pigskin overhead, Marc having to run to catch it, "Do you have that much money to blow on a race?"

"I'm a couple hundred short but between now and June, I should be able to save up, do extra chores and odd jobs here and there," Marc spun the ball between his hands before arching his arm behind his head and sending it flying but even though he put as much strength behind the throw, Gabriel only took three quick steps back, easily catching it on the down swing, "Bailey said she and Brad are working on wearing down Uncle Sam and Aunt Emily –she's got money to cover the entrance fee and Brad's only a hundred short."

"You fuckers," despite the words, Gabriel shook his head as he punted the ball to Marc, watching it flip end over end, Marc running to try to make the catch, "Going to Dry Hill Run and leaving me here to rot."

"Hey," Marc jogged back, the bite of the late evening breeze tugging at his hair and windbreaker, "You're turning thirteen in May. Get Aunt Leah to sign the permits and you're in."

"Easier said than done," Gabriel kicked at the pebbles, shifting his shoulders inside the windbreaker he wore as he stuffed his hands into the pockets –he was starting to feel the cold, not to mention the gnawing hunger growing in his stomach, "Mom's really psycho about keeping us safe –she tells me its Uncle Seth's fault."

Marc laughed, crouching down as he set the football on the ground, "The broken arm, right?"

"Yeah."

Laughing, Marc tossed the ball to Gabriel as he stood up, shaking out his legs before stuffing his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker as they both heard a loud grumble, "I believe my stomach says it's time for dinner."


Rose walked into the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at the sight of her husband standing by the living room window, the porch light illuminating the entire front yard, "Seth…what are you doing?"

"Uh," Seth startled a bit, having been focused on the empty street in front of his house. Turning to look at Rose, he gave a small shrug, "Nothing, really…just…enjoying the view."

Rose shook her head as she picked up Carlos who had toddled over to her with his arms up, "I told Roger to get her home at six thirty…it's barely six twenty."

"Yeah, well, it wouldn't hurt if he brings her home earlier," Seth went back to looking outside the window, "That would give him major brownie points…not that they would do him any good. How old did you say he was?"

"I didn't say," Rose looked into Carlos' big hazel eyes, grinning at the giggles he gave her when she fluttered her eyelashes at him, "He looks about fifteen…maybe sixteen."

"She's twelve, Rose," Seth turned to give his wife a scowl, the heavy turquoise curtains covering their large living room window fisted in his hand, "Twelve –why would you let her go out with a sixteen year old boy?"

"It's not a date, Seth. He said they needed the extra practice for the Christmas performance –"

"It was a line, Rose," Seth turned his attention back to the view outside, glancing down at his watch to see it was six twenty five, "Boys make up any excuse to spend some alone time with a pretty girl."

"What excuses did you make?"

Seth was about to answer but he caught sight of his nephews walking up the sidewalk just as a white SUV pulled up in front of their house, "Ah shit…this is not good."


"Is Aunt Rose making brisket," Gabe walked beside Marc as they headed towards the main road several miles from First Beach, turning a corner and heading towards the Clearwater's place, Gabe's own house some streets further down, "'Cause the house smelled great when I got there."

"That's why I walked through the kitchen," Marc kicked at a rock as they turned another corner, his eyebrows lowering as a white SUV coming the opposite way pulled up in front of his house, "I wonder who that is?"

Gabe looked over as the back passenger door opened, his eyebrows lowering as they watched a strange boy with blond hair jumping out, closing the door before running around the back of the vehicle, everything slowing down then coming to a screeching halt as he opened the door, Vivi stepping out with her hand in his.

"Oh boy," Marc muttered under his breath, eyes wide as he watched his little sister walking up the walk towards the front porch, still holding the guy's hand…and laughing as she smiled up at him.

She hadn't noticed them yet but it was just a matter of time since Gabriel was moving fast up the sidewalk and although Marc himself was very interested in knowing who this moron holding his sister's hand was, his biggest concern was getting there before Gabe to avoid bloodshed of any kind.

Gabe himself had no idea he was still walking, the sharp twinge in his gut along with the rising anger making it impossible for him to notice anything other than Vivi –his Vivi –holding hands with the blond haired asshole beside her.

"I really had fun," Vivi's soft words broke through the red haze clouding Gabriel's mind, his breath stuttering as he stopped a few feet away from them, the slight noise having Vivi look over her shoulder.

Marc reached them as Vivi and the guy turned around, stopping to stand a little ahead of Gabriel, "Hey sis. Who's this?"

Vivi's face flushed a deep read, her eyes wide as she moved away from Roger, having released his hand as soon as she caught sight of Gabriel, "Oh, uhm…this is Roger –he's my dance partner for the show…you know, The Nutcracker."

"Nice to meet you," Marc held out his hand, shaking Roger's hand with a friendly smile, "I'm Marc, Vivi's older brother."

"Oh," Roger grinned as he shook Marc's hand back, eyes flicking over to Gabriel then back to him, "Vivi tells me you play baseball."

"Yeah," Marc dropped his hand, stuffing them into the pockets of his windbreaker as he quickly glanced over at Gabriel, fighting back the urge to kick him for the way he was staring at his sister, "Shortstop. You play any sports?"

"No," Roger shook his head as he looked over at Gabriel again, wondering why the hell he was glaring at Vivi who was squirming beside him with an obvious look of guilt on her pretty face, "Ballet is pretty much all I do –although, I am a Seahawks fan."

Marc gave a nod, elbowing Gabriel to get him to stop glaring at his sister but it didn't help, "They're a good team."

The silence was heavy, the scowl on Gabriel's face growing darker as he kept staring at Vivi, his jaw tense as he ground his teeth in an attempt to keep his anger under control.

Roger finally looked over at the angry looking boy staring at Vivi, feeling slightly protective of her due to the way the kid was obviously making her feel, "I didn't get your name."

Gabriel turned angry blue eyes towards him, not saying anything because he knew if he opened his mouth, his name was not going to be the thing coming out of it.

"This is Gabriel," Vivi's voice was so soft it was nearly inaudible, her eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears, "He's my…uhm…"

Marc couldn't help the smirk spreading across his face, "He's her cousin…well, our cousin."

Gabriel sucked in a breath, turning his attention to Marc, the smirk on his face finally breaking the tenuous control he had on his anger, "Fuck you."

Marc opened his mouth to say something equally unpleasant but he let out a surprised huff of air, doubling over when Gabriel slammed the football into his stomach. The front door opening had them all look up as Seth stepped out onto the porch, Rose staying just inside the open door with Carlos in her arms.

"Hey, Gabe," Seth headed down the steps with a loose-limbed walk, reaching out to pull Vivi under his arm as he gave his nephew a pointed look, "Your mom called –she wants you home for dinner."

Gabriel looked at his uncle for a few seconds, turning his gaze towards Vivi, saying nothing before turning and heading down the sidewalk towards his house, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders and back tense.

Vivi bit her bottom lip, letting out a shaky breath as she stepped away from Seth, calling out after him but he didn't stop, just kept walking away from her.

Marc grabbed her arm to stop her from running after him, looking down into her red-rimmed eyes with a soft smile, "Ahorita no, Viviana. Dale tiempo y espacio." *Not now, Viviana. Give him time and space*

Roger watched the entire thing unfolding, feeling seriously confused with everything happening, "Okay, what's going on?"

Seth placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze just shy of painful, "Nothing for you to worry about. Vivi, Marc, your aunt has dinner on the table so get on in."

Vivi nodded, sniffing as she pulled her arm out of Marc's hand, giving Roger a shy smile, "Thanks for today. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

Roger nodded, about to tell her he had enjoyed their time together but she didn't wait for him, running up the walk and into the house, Marc following at a slower pace, easily catching the little boy in his aunt's arms when he threw himself towards him.

"Thanks for dropping her off on time," Seth kept his hand on Roger's shoulder, giving him a friendly smile, "It always makes me a tad nervous to have her out of the house what with her being twelve and all."

Roger's green eyes widened in surprise, "Vivi's twelve?"

Seth tilted his head to the side, dropping his hand to hook his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, "Did you not know?"

"Uh, no," Roger shook his head, shifting nervously as he took a step away from Seth, "I, uhm…she didn't tell me…then again, I didn't ask so really, it's my fault for assuming she was older. I mean, she looks older what with her being so tall and –"

"An honest mistake," Seth interrupted the nervous rambling, inwardly laughing at the slight glint of fear he could see in the boy's eyes, "I'm sure had you known she was twelve, you wouldn't have asked her out on a date."

"Uhm," Roger felt a slight cramping in his stomach, feeling stupid for his mistake, "It wasn't a date…and nothing happened other than skating and practicing our lifts and stuff."

"Good to know," Seth gave him a pleased nod, lightly punching him on the shoulder, "Looking forward to seeing you two on stage."

"Yeah, uhm," Roger shuffled his feet, nervously running his fingers through his hair as he started walked backwards towards the SUV and his mother, "I gotta go –I have homework to do. Nice meeting you."

Seth watched with a smile as the boy jogged around the SUV to get into the passenger side, several seconds passing before the vehicle did a U-turn to head back towards Forks.

"Proud of yourself?"

Seth looked over at Rose with a cocky grin on his face as he headed up the walkway, "In general, yeah. Did you see his face? I swear he was about to piss his pants."

Rose rolled her eyes at him, looking up into his brown-green eyes as he stopped before her, "I don't see why you had to scare him like that."

"Baby," Seth reached out and snagged her around the waist, pulling her flush against his body, "No way in hell am I going to be letting a sixteen year old boy –hell, any boy for that matter –come sniffing around my Ladybug...especially when she's twelve years old."

Rose giggled as she wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, "Are you going to be doing the same thing if we ever have a daughter?"

Seth smirked as he dipped his head to whisper into her ear, "We ever have a daughter, she won't be seeing boys until she's twenty-six. Had I been there when the little shit asked her out, I would have insisted on driving her there, staying and bringing her back as soon as they finished, which I bet was long before six thirty."

"Are you saying I'm –"

"Hey," Marc called out from the kitchen's entry way, "Is it okay if we start eating without you two? 'Cause Carlos and I are starving –right buddy?"

"Eat!"

Seth laughed as he ushered Rose into the warmth of their home, closing and locking the door behind him before following her into the kitchen, noticing the empty chair at the table, "Where's Vivi?"

March shrugged as he set the last setting on the table, "She said she wasn't hungry –headed upstairs to her room."

Rose gave Seth a sideways look, "See what you did?"

"Me," Seth scoffed as he sat down at the head of the table, placing a hand over his chest, "I'd like to think I saved lives tonight."

"You did," Marc agreed as he placed the pitcher of lemonade in the middle of the table, "But I'm too hungry to explain how so let's eat then I'll go upstairs and see if Vivi'll talk to me."


Four Days Later

A soft knock on his bedroom door was followed by his mother's voice, "Gabriel, you have a phone call."

"I don't want to talk to anyone."

The door opened, Leah walking in with the cordless phone in her hand, giving him a soft smile as she held out the phone, "Its Vivi."

Pushing himself to a sitting position on his bed, he took the phone from her then pushed the END button, handing it back to her before flopping back onto his bed, staring up at his ceiling with his hands tucked behind his head.

"Gabriel, baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Leah let out a soft sigh as she moved to sit on the side of his bed, her hands hanging between her knees, "You've been ignoring Vivi's calls for the past four days, won't come out of your room and I heard you yell at the twins, which is strange being you're the most patient with them. Obviously, something happened."

The silence was heavy as Gabriel kept his eyes on the ceiling, Leah simply waiting him out, her eyes studying the tense lines of his beautiful face.

"How does it feel to imprint?"

Leah was a tad bit shocked at his question as she tried to figure out how to answer it, "Well…it's a little hard to explain…why don't you tell me how you feel about Vivi, then I can tell you if it's anything like what I felt when I imprinted on your Daddy."

Gabriel kept his eyes on the ceiling, his legs crossed at the ankles as he jiggled his foot in agitation, "When she smiles…it makes me happy…I like making her smile 'cause it feels good, you know?"

Leah nodded, not speaking as she watched him struggle to put words to what he felt, her own heart aching at the play of emotions on his face.

"But sometimes, she…she…"

She could see it on his face, a look so painfully familiar despite how long it had been –hadn't she once been there after all?

"Gabriel, you have my permission to express yourself however you need to."

Gabe's blue eyes moved to give his mother a slightly suspicious look, "You won't wash my mouth out with soap?"

Leah chuckled softly as she shook her head, reaching up to tuck her hair behind an ear, "No, I won't. So just let it out."

Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep the bubbling anger under control but having been given permission to own up to his feelings, he couldn't help the explosion as he sat up, "She fucking pisses me off!"

Leah stared at him in surprise but didn't say anything, letting him vocalize what he had been holding in for the past four days.

"It's not like she doesn't know I like her," Gabriel shoved his fingers through his hair, giving it a slight pull before dropping his hands to his lap, "I haven't made it more fucking obvious yet there she was, holding hands with some asshole from her dance class and as if that didn't suck enough, she was smiling at him, mama. Smiling at him! Like he hung the fucking moon or something –oh, oh! And get this. She told him she had fun. What the fuck!"

Leah was trying so hard not to laugh –she had had no idea her baby had such a filthy mouth. Aside from the occasional slip-ups, she had never heard him use that kind of language around her.

"You know, the Marc thing –I always thought she had no choice, believed the little shit annoyed her as much as he annoys me when he insists on going with us to the movies, or to get ice cream, but now…now I'm thinking she puts him up to it. If she doesn't want to be with me, then why the fuck does she let me hold her hand at school, uh? All the boys at school knows she's mine so they leave her alone –dammit, mama! She knows –she knows! So what the fuck was she doing with that dickwad? Trying to make me jealous?"

The seconds of silence trickled into minutes before Leah realized he was actually expecting an answer to his question, "Well…it's a little hard to explain what she was thinking, baby, but one thing I do know for sure…"

"What?"

"You haven't imprinted on Vivi."

Gabriel scowled at his mother, the anger he felt still visible in his blue eyes which, strangely, looked more like ice than fire, "You sound relieved."

Leah let out a soft sigh as she set the phone on the bed beside his knee, "I guess I am, in a way. You're still young, Gabriel…to have imprinted on someone –it's too much of a responsibility for a boy your age."

"Emmie imprinted and you don't think that, do you?"

"Ah," Leah wagged her finger at him with a smile, "See, there's the difference. Emmie didn't imprint –Embry did. A grown man able to understand the consequences and responsibility that comes with imprinting. You…your feelings are those of a normal soon to be teenage boy –albeit, a little more possessive than they should be, but not the feelings that come with imprinted love."

Gabriel lifted his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he looked away from his mother, the strange pressure around his heart competing with the anger inside him, "So you're saying I don't love her?"

"I'm saying you like her –a lot," Leah reached out to run her fingers through his hair, hating the tense way he held himself as he kept his eyes on the wall his bed was up against, "But like is not the same thing as love…and love is not the same thing as imprinted love. Baby…you're punishing her for doing what she did –does that sound like love to you?"

Gabriel shrugged, not bothering to answer or look at her, his own thoughts a hurricane inside him tossing about his feelings like so much garbage.

"Look," Leah moved closer, wrapping her arms around him, her heart lurching hard against her ribs when, after a few seconds, he let himself relax into her hug, "I think that…as much as Vivi has the right to see someone else, so do you. You haven't asked her to be in an exclusive relationship, so why not get to know other girls? Maybe make a few new friends."

"Why do I have to ask her? She said yes when I told her we're getting married."

Leah bit back the chuckle making its way back, glad she could bury her smile in his hair, "You told her you were getting married? Ah, baby, there's your problem."

"What problem?"

"No girl likes being told what to do," Leah pulled back to look into his eyes, stroking her thumb over his cheek as she tried to look at him through impartial eyes but she couldn't –all she was able to see was her baby boy looking up at her with hurt in his eyes, "So maybe you can try asking her…I mean, have you ever asked her out on a date?"

"No…"

"Asked her to be your girlfriend?"

"No…"

"Then until you do, you're both free to see anyone you like, be friends with anyone you care too."

Gabriel wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something disgusting, "I don't like it."

"Then I guess there's only one thing for you to do."

Lifting a shoulder, he dropped his eyes to the navy blue bedspread covering his bed, "I guess."

Kissing his forehead, she stood up, taking the phone from his bed and making her way to the bedroom door, stopping just before she stepped out, "Want me to leave the phone so you can call Vivi?"

He stared at the phone for a few seconds before shaking his head, "No, thank you."

"Still punishing her, uh?"

"She smiled at him, mama!"


December 20th

Five days and he still hadn't talked to Vivi.

Slouching on the couch, he flipped through the TV channels, looking for something worth seeing. It wasn't really about punishing her anymore; he just didn't know what to say.

What if she told him she wanted to see the jackass she had gone out with again?

Letting out a sigh, he settled on the sports channel, glad to see they were doing a rerun of the century's best hockey games every played in the US.

A commercial was reeling through when he caught sight of his little sister Tyra walking down the hall, her little shoulders drooping, her bottom lip pocking out in a forlorn pout.

"What's the matter, Pouty Puss?"

Tyra stopped in the middle of the living room, her blond pigtails trembling as she cocked her head to the side, "My name's Tyra, not Pouty Puss. You know that, Gabe."

Gabe chuckled as he kicked off his shoes and crossed his feet on the coffee table, "Yeah, I do. I was just commenting on the look on your face. You okay?"

Tyra shrugged as she rubbed the toe of her pink and purple sneakers against the bright colored rug that covered their living room floor, "I'm bored…Avy is taking a nap with mama and the baby so I can't play with him."

"Where's Zak?"

"Daddy took him to the store –Ady and Aly went too. I think they're picking out new fish for Zak and I heard mama tell Daddy to get a cage for Slinky."

"Who's Slinky?"

Tyra's big brown-green eyes looked at him as if he were clueless, "He's Ady's and Aly's snake. Mama doesn't want him loose in the house."

Gabe chuckled as he patted the spot next to him on the couch, "Then come sit with me –I'll play with you."

"Really?"

He nodded his head, grinning as she skipped across the living room and scrambled up onto the couch, the pants of her denim overalls creeping up her legs to reveal bright orange socks. His sister had a strange sense of fashion, for sure, being the socks in no way matched her girly sneakers or the neon green long sleeve shirt she wore under the denim blue overalls.

"What are we playing?"

Tyra finished situating herself on the couch before tucking her hands behind her back and looking up at her brother with a purposeful look, "How many fingers do I have?"

He pursed his lips to keep from laughing, tapping his finger against his chin, "Uhm…ten?"

Tyra giggled as she pulled out her hands, holding up two fingers in one and a fist in the other, "No, silly. I have two."

"Ah, shucks," Gabe snapped his fingers, giving her a teasing frown, "Let me try again."

"Okay."

She tucked her hands behind her back again, "How many fingers do I have now?"

Tapping his finger against his chin, he studied her face, unable to find a clue in those guileless brown-green eyes staring back at him –if he had to be honest, out of all his siblings, Tyra was his favorite and it was mostly due to the fact she had mama's eyes, "Five?"

Tyra laughed, pulling out three fingers and a fist, "Wrong again!"

"You switched them!"

Tyra gasped as she gave him a look of dismay, "No, I didn't! I don't cheat."

"You're right," Gabe tugged at one of her pigtails, "You don't. Sorry."

She gave him a beaming smile as the sports announcer started talking, Gabe looking over at the TV before looking at his sister, "Wanna watch the greatest hockey games ever with me?"

Tyra squirmed around in the couch until she snuggled into his side, her feet not even reaching the end of the couch cushion, "Okay."

He kept his arm around her, her head resting against his chest as they quietly watched the show. This was another reason he liked Tyra the best –she didn't have the incessant need to talk, like Emmie did. Had his sister been here, she would have been explaining the physics and shit concerning one of the best American sports ever.

Slouching deeper into the couch, he frowned as the phone started to ring, Tyra looking up at him for a few seconds to see if he was going to move to answer it but he didn't, just kept his eyes on the screen. After four rings, it stopped and he couldn't help wondering if it had been Vivi again.

"What's wrong, Pouty Puss?"

Gabe laughed as he looked down at his little sister, giving her a squeeze, "Nothing, Ty. Nothing's wrong."

"Are you mad at Vivi?"

He lowered his eyebrows as he looked down at her, the hockey game highlights forgotten, "Why do you ask that?"

"'Cause she calls you and calls you and you won't talk to her."

He let out a sigh as he dropped his head back, staring up at the ceiling before answering in a low voice, "Yeah, I guess I was."

"You should talk to her. Daddy says comu-nation is key to every 'ationship."

He chuckled as he turned his head to look at her, "It's not that easy."

"Sure it is," Tyra nodded her head in that old wise way all five year olds had, "Just pick up the phone and talk to her. Tell her why you're mad then she can fix it."

"What if she can't," Gabe swallowed back a thick lump forming in his throat, "What if she doesn't want too?"

Tyra shrugged as she turned her attention back to the television screen, "Then you get over it."

He shook his head with a chuckle, watching his little sister as she avidly watched the game unfolding on the screen, every once in a while jumping in her seat when someone scored a goal.

Get over it…maybe it was time he did just that.


December 22nd
McCaw Hall at the Seattle Center

"What are you doing here?"

Gabe rolled his eyes as he moved away from his family, his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, "Your aunt send us tickets…besides, I promised Vivi I would come."

"Oh right," Marc glared at him, the hunter green button down shirt he wore with black slacks giving his skin a tanned hue he usually didn't have due to the lack of sun in Washington, "Like it would matter to her after you've ignored her for five days."

"That's none of your business."

"She's my sister –of course it's my business."

Gabe couldn't take it anymore, his blue eyes even brighter due to the blue button down shirt he was wearing, "You know what? No, it's not. Your sister is her own person, able to make her own choices and shit. So fine, if she wants to date some other asshat, there's nothing you or I can do about it. What would be nice would be if you kept your nose out of her choices no matter what they are."

Marc arched an eyebrow as he gave Gabe a measured look, "You think she's going to choose you, don't you?"

Gabe let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders as he watched the brightly lit foyer filling up with people, family and friends of the performers although a good number of them were from the reservation, aunt Rose having bought the twenty dollar a ticket for anyone who had wanted to come and watch Vivi and Nika put on their first honest to goodness performance, "I don't know…last week, I would have said yes, without a doubt but…she smiled at him and…look, the point is, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, so you should do the same for me."

"Are you fucking kidding me," Marc kept his voice low so he wouldn't be called to attention for using foul language in a public place, "The only reason I didn't bury my fist into his face was because I had to make sure you didn't go ape-shit on them."

"Oh, right," Gabe rolled his eyes at him as he shifted his weight, hating the black loafers he was wearing, wishing he had stuck to his guns and worn his black Vans like Brad had instead of giving in to his mama's pleading for him to wear the new dress shoes, "That's why you were all Mr. Nice Guy Let's Bond Over Sports and shit."

"Nah, I did that to annoy you," Marc couldn't help grinning as Gabe shot him a glare, "Look…yeah, my sister is her own person and she can make her own decisions and shit but…I don't want to see her hurt."

"What makes you think I'm going to hurt her?"

Marc gave him a look of incredulity, "You're kidding me, right? I just watched her spent the last five days crying every time she called you…which, by the way, you were a total shit for not taking those calls."

"Yeah, well –I had my own shit to figure out," Gabe shrugged again, feeling slightly guilty at Marc's revelation of Vivi's emotional state, "Stuff like that happens in relationships but I'm not going to go out of my way to hurt her so…butt out."

Marc let out a sigh as the lights started blinking, letting everyone know it was time to go in search of their seats, "Fine –but I'm telling you right now. You hurt her, make her feel like shit or show her anything less than the respect she deserves…I'll kill you."

Gabe could see in Marc's dark brown eyes he wasn't being facetious…he was being literal.

He did anything to screw Vivi over…he was going to be screwing himself too.

What a thought.