I'Son had clocked in for work early this morning. Not that it mattered. Apart from the more physical side to their relationship, it now felt as sharing bed with an ice cube. Bleylock had retracted back into himself, clammed up like an oyster. He also drank more heavily than before. His fathers words had cut deep. It had taken hours and plenty of Abraxor wine to make this stubborn but proud General open up about what his father had said. Someone, Bleylock did not know who, but he intended to find out, had taken a picture of the two of them at the mansion, when they had thought themselves unseen, kissing. I'Son knew what kiss this was all about. Bleylock was shattered..a broken man. He had tried to cheer him up, rise the fighting spirit in him.

"General, you are not at Abraxor now. Here at Technoid, no one will judge you for being your true self. Come on, give it a try. I have seen you do it before. Everything you did once, you also can do twice"I'Son tried.

Bleylock just shook his head, even indoors, he wore sunglasses now, to hide how drunk he was.

"It is no use I'Son. My past came back to remind me who I am. I love you, I dont even know how to carry on without you, but I must. And you I'Son, my one true love, who mean more to me than my own life,I must ask you to forget me, move on with your life. I hate to do this, but I must" Bleylock slurred.

I'Son felt deeply hurt. He did everything for this man, whom he loved back the same way Bleylock loved him. And here, it seemed that a cruel upbringing and expectations of others was bringing it all down.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, not able to hide the hurt in his voice.

Bleylock sniffed.

"Find someone else to love I'Son, someone who is able to take care of you, You deserve the best. I want to be the one to give you all that, and more..but..."

I'Son silenced him by giving him a kiss.

"I will eventually, but if and when I do, please, dont be jealous"...

Now days, one day followed the other. Bleylock was out of the house most the time. That led to I'Son often working late. And since he did not like coming home to an empty house, he started to study more at the library. This should be a silent enough spot for him to gather his thoughts, and get some work done. It also did not feel too lonely. He dived into his studies. It was facinating stuff if you were interested in science. He was so caught up, he did not see someone behind his chair as he pushed it out, to get up.

A small sound made him realise, he hurt another person.

Great, just his rotten luck now days. I'Son turned to offer to help the person he had come to injure in any way he could, when he noticed her eyes. Yellow orbs, like a soft honey colour. Not like Bleylocks, wich was hard in comparison. Ginger hair. It felt like his mouth went dry. He smiled sheepishly.

"Pardon me, I am such a clutz" he said.

"Oh no professor. I really should see where I am going. I guess I tried to figure out wheter you were the one holding the lecture tomorrow morning, on how to make liquid foam rather than soap, wich drips alot normally. Oh, I am sorry, I have not introduced myself. I am Helena, Helena Ortiz" she smiled.

Her voice...like the sound of an angel speaking.

I'Son completely lost track of where he was.

"Helena, that is a beautiful name for an angel. I am Professor I'Son Danvers.

And yes. That would be my lecture" he smiled.

Helena studied him with a small smile.

"You are very young for a professor, are you not?" she said as she studied him.

"I am still a junior professor. But apparantly, Technoid likes my work enough to promote me, maybe they fear me seeking employment elsewhere if I am not given new challenges to keep my mind occupied" he smiled.

Helena laughed, and her laugh was the most beautiful laugh he had heard.

"You got a lovely sense of humour professor.I like that in a man"she said.

I'Son felt her study his hand.

"No ring? Either you play hard to get, or no one has been able to capture your heart yet. You know what they say, if you like a thing, make sure to put a ring on it" Helena said in a flirty voice.

I'Son was pulled in by her entire being. She could not be much younger or older than himself, and she was clearly flirting with him.

"Have not met the right one yet I guess" he managed with a smile.

"Well, here is my contact code. If I dont understand something about your lecture, would you mind if I gave you a call?" she asked.

I'Son quickly wrote down his own contact code.

"Just text first, I might be busy in a lab" he asked.

"Off course, I look forwards to tomorrows lecture" she said as she waved goodbye and walked off.

I'Son had to make his brain turn back to normal from this. What just happened? His brain felt like it turned into complete mash, over a cute girl. His student even.

Get a hold of yourself, you are here to teach, not flirt, he told himself.

But there was no denying, tomorrow morning would become very interesting. All of a sudden, what had started a grey and boring day, all of a sudden looked a lot brighter...

Bleylock was in a crappy mood. He could not let go of what his father had told him, and he took it out on the prisoners he interrogated. The screams of pain from the torture matched how he felt inside. It made him feel a little better. When he arrived home, he found that I'Son had showered and clearly cleaned himself up.

"You look dashing. One would almost think you have a hot date going on" he said suspiciously.

I'Son shook his head with a small laugh.

"You wish. No, a few students needs me to explain more detailed how to make the foam rather than the soap. I am not sure how much to simplify it, but it may take all night. If I knew you would come home early, I would have planned around that" he said.

Bleylock sighed.

"No, you go fullfill your obligation I'Son. I will stay here and finish up on the boring paperwork that comes with interrogations" he said.

I'Son nodded as he put on his jacket.

"I will check on you once I am back" he promised.

He waved as he walked out the door...

I'Son could hardly believe his luck. Helena was a very interested student, and the questions she asked was easy to explain. She wanted it all as detailed as possible. It did not take him long to figure out she was a medical nurse serving at Technoid base. She was also Duke Maddox personal nurse.

"What is it like to work directly with him? There is really no intel on our boss, not even for us Professors. You could say I am taking a professional curiosity here" I'Son said.

Helena laughed.

"He has his days, sometimes grouchy like all older men, other times, he is like a puppy dog, just wanting some female attention" she said.

I'Son chuckled.

"I guess I am just curious at how those on the top work compared to us lower on the food chain" he admitted.

Helena studied him, taking another bite of the pizza they had ordered. His personal favourite of all things. She had so much in common with him. I'Son found himself facinated by her very being. He felt like he was somehow hypnotized. Then, as he looked at her, he noticed how she came closer, and he could not move away if his life depended on it. Her lips...they felt so warm against his when she finally kissed him. I'Son could not take it, he cupped her face with his hands, and made the kiss deeper...

It was late before he returned home. Helena had offered him to spend the night on her sofa, but I'Son politely declined. If he stayed, there was no telling just how much out of control this would spiral. He was also technically living with his lover, and was still in a relationship. They had talked of breaking it off, but so far, he was worried what Bleylock would do if so happened. His drinking habit, his work routines...it all worried I'Son. If he left Bleylock in this state of mind, he feared the General would hurt himself. And that was not going to happen on his shift. I'Son moved around silently when he locked himself in. Bleylock had fallen asleep on the sofa, an empty bottle of Abraxor red wine lay on the floor next to his hand. I'Son sighed as he silently started to tidy up. He hated it when it was messy. A bit OCD perhaps, but that was how he liked it, orderly. That was when his gaze fell on the finished reports. I'Son recognized his own identification code on the reports. He quickly read through it. And then he started seething. He had done it again! Even after they talked it over, Bleylock still used his inventions, his untested liquids, to cause others harm. Maybe he had his reasons, but he was not going to let him get away with lying about this.

I'Son shook his arm.

"Wake Up General. We need to talk and set some ground rules for the use of my inventions, right now" he said.

Bleylock was clearly out of it.

"Not so loud I'Son, you are making my head hurt" he slurred.

I'Son angrily threw the reports at him.

"And this! You dont think that hurts General? I asked you to ask my consent for this, and you ignored it. I told you, I will not have my research abused like this" I'Son snarled at him.

He had figured Bleylock was too drunk to bother. And now, he got to see a very frightening side to his lover.

Bleylock got up, with a crazed look in his eyes, and before I'Son knew what was happening, Bleylock slammed him into the wall.

I'Son spat blood as he carefully stood up. Only to be attacked again. Bleylock went completely and utterly feral. I'Son tried to block the punches, that hit him in the abdominal region and as soon as he curled up to defend himself, Bleylock switched tactic. He pulled of his belt, that held his vapour laser and hit him repeatedly over the back with it.

"No Bleylock, Stop, please, you are hurting me" I'Son pleaded as he tried to protect his face with his arm.

Bleylock seemed to not even realise it was him.

"You ungrateful little shit. Without me finding you and taking you in, you would still be on Akillian, working in a dump, going nowhere. I took you in cause you had talent. But it doesnt matter. We can always deliver your remains to your family, and take out your brain. That is the part of you that is most valuable to Technoid. But off course, your body looks well too. Athletic. Too bad you will be looking real bruised by the time I am done" he snarled as a particularly hard blow landed on I'Sons back. I'Son screamed in pain, then, it all went black...