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"Joseph don't go too far!" Clayton warned as his son poked his head out of his office.

"I won't dad," his five-year-old promised, but Clayton hadn't been born yesterday.

"Stay where I or one of the other doctors can see you," he ordered as he signed a medical form for the woman he had been treating, his colleagues knew him and his son well enough to know to keep an eye on the boy. Most would have advised against bringing his five-year-old son with him to the clinic where he worked but Joseph -to Clayton's chagrin- was exactly like how Clayton had been at his age, obnoxiously intelligent and curious, he often begged to come into his father's work with him, and wanted to be a doctor when he grew up too.

Clayton would be flat-out lying if he ever said he wasn't insanely proud of his son but the kid sure could be a handful.

He swore he'd only looked away for a split second but when he looked up his son was gone. Mostly unperturbed, Clayton left his office and then looked around, still no sign of him anywhere.

Okay, now he was worried.

Joseph was probably fine but he was still only five years old and Clayton was a dad, he worried.

He stepped outside the building and looked around, "Joseph?" He called.

A slender hand touched his arm, "sir? Are you looking for your son?"

Clayton turned around and his eyes behind their rectangular lenses met a stunning pair of oddly familiar forest-green eyes.

Behind the -admittedly stunning- blond man, his son smiled at him. "Hi dad."

"Joseph!" As his son reached him, Clayton hugged him tightly, "I told you not to wander off!" But, really, what did he expect from a five-year-old?

He glanced up at the well-dressed blond, "I'm sorry he bothered you…" Suddenly he was struck by how familiar this young man looked. He appeared to be about Clayton's age so it wasn't impossible that the two of them new each other. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"

The blond was studying him with an expression that said he'd been wondering the same thing but eventually shook his head, "I don't think so, sorry. I've never-" those stunning eyes widened, "wait, Clayton?"

In that split-second Clayton recognized him too, "Cole?"

Now that Clayton had recognized Maurice Cole he wondered how he hadn't earlier, he'd gotten even more beautiful since Weston, his amazing eyes framed by long lashes, golden curls resting against his cheeks. It might be an illusion, but it was a flawless illusion. He was breathtaking.

When Maurice smiled at him politely Clayton realised he was staring. His cheeks reddened, "it's…nice to see you again," he offered and found that he meant it. The two of them hadn't exactly parted ways well and he hadn't seen Cole since Weston but Clayton wasn't about to hold things he'd done over ten years ago against Cole now. Especially since he hadn't held six murders against Bluewer or the other prefects.

Cole smiled again, he'd been nervous about how Clayton would react to him, the dark-haired man realized, then Joseph pulled on his hand, "daddy, you two know each other?"

"We went to school together," Clayton explained absently, it was a vague explanation but all the explanation Joseph needed. He began pelting his Maurice with questions about what Clayton had been like in high school (probably to discover the secret to becoming a Prefect as that was what Joseph planned to do).

Cole seemed amused as he answered every question, he mentioned some facts Clayton himself had forgotten as well as a couple he'd never realized Cole had known about him. Though luckily he left out the awkward part of Clayton's life where he'd been in Victorian England's second ever boyband.

"So, what are you up to these days?" Cole asked absently, when Joseph finally seemed to run out of questions, or at least breath.

"I'm a doctor down at the local clinic," Clayton gestured to the building where he worked, "what about you?"

"Uh, believe it or not my cousin Mary and I run an orphanage down by the Thames." Cole said. At Clayton's raised eyebrows he blushed, "well I just sort-of found a couple of the kids on the street one day, and it was raining and what was I supposed to do, leave them out in the cold?" The last part of that sentence was a mumble and he blushed harder. Clayton couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, you have changed a lot since Weston," he said without thinking. Instantly he wished he hadn't brought Maruice's teenaged self up, but the blond smiled.

"I like to think so."

Clayton smiled back, then remembered he still had a job to do and Maurice was probably a busy man who hadn't needed another stray child interrupting his day.

"Well, I'd better get back to work and let you get on with what you were doing. But stop by sometime and we'll catch up?" He offered.

Cole's smile widened and Clayton's heart beat funny in a way it hadn't since his wife Margaret died.

"I'd like that," Cole said, he sounded sincere.

He bid goodbye to Joseph and left, Clayton watched him go, heart still hammering. It was probably nothing but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something more.

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