Queen of the Elven City- You need not worry about never reviewing. I love reviews, I really do, but if people don't want to review my stories then I have to respect that. I don't have to like it, but I respect it. That said, thank you for breaking your silence and reviewing. Though there are many reviews, you're only the second person to actually review the story, which makes me sad. You are absolutely correct on the Jason/Dillon scenes of goodness. They rarely, if ever, happen on the show, but each time I've gotten to see the two of them together I really do get all happy about it, because I think that they have a lot that they can do together. Sadly, while I and other fans may agree with this assessment, other people do not. As for your suggestion of having the two males in the hospital at the same time… well, they've been in the hospital before, together, at the same time, but, never hurt at the same time, and I don't foresee it happening. Don't worry, you'll get your angst fix as time goes on.

Samsonlove- Rest assured that Georgie has the urge to smack her sister because of her stupidity, but, smacking someone while they're naked, let alone next to a naked boy, just would not be logical. Yes, you're going to get your moment about Dillon and Jason, I thought I would be evil and have a chapter end on a double cliffhanger for once. As for your assumption about Brook and Damian… the possibility certainly is more available than before, but don't count your chickens just yet.

Story-

There was a moment when she looked into his eyes that she believed she was making a huge mistake, one that she would never be able to atone for again. In that moment, the touch of Robbie's naked body upon her own felt like it was the most repulsive thing that she could have ever felt, all the feelings that she had felt while they were busy with their casual fling were wrong. And that was what it was, because they didn't care about one another, all they wanted was a distraction, all she wanted was to feel like she wasn't so hurt by what she thought he had done to her. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw it: the shock and dismay, the feeling that he had been betrayed. For a moment, she wanted to try and explain, and then she remembered the way that she felt… and nothing changed. She still thought that she knew in her heart that he had done something to her that was completely unforgivable, that he had committed a sin that was so horrible he would never be able to make up for the mistake that he had made for as long as he lived. When Maxie remembered just how hurt she was by his actions, she turned towards Robbie and planted a big kiss on his lips, flashing the whiteness of the top of her breast for both Damian and Georgie to see, more Damian than Georgie.

"Maxie… what are you doing?" The question came from Georgie, who was completely dumbfounded. "Why are you naked, in bed, with someone…"

"Georgie, you're a smart girl, aren't you?" Maxie inquired, her cold blue eyes scanning over, passed her sister onto her now ex-boyfriend. "I realize that you're both virgins, but even the two of you must understand just what happened…" she moved the end of the sheet up to cover her body, no more free peeks for Damian. He'd seen it once, and that was all that he was going to see. "Besides, I didn't hear the two of you knock, what gives you the right to enter my room without permission my permission?"

"Maxie," Robbie, still elated from the feeling that he had gotten while they were having their casual romp, looked over at the two people that were standing in the doorway, "Why do we have an audience?"

"I don't know… why do we have an audience?" Maxie shrugged. "I know that my little sister lives here, and that she can come and go as she pleases, but him? I have no idea why he's here…"

"I…" Damian tried to explain himself, but he couldn't. It hurt too much. He couldn't think about the words to say, couldn't express them in a way that made sense. It was too hard on him, to see the two of them together, to see Maxie with another person, someone that wasn't him. To know that everything they had together meant absolutely nothing to her, that she would just throw it away without a care in the world.

"Speak up, Damian," Maxie began, her attitude as horrible as she could make it sound, which wasn't that hard to accomplish, given all the anger that she was feeling inside of her being. "I know you're much more articulate than this, what with going to medical school and everything."

"Maxie!" Georgie's tone was harsh and filled with anger and rage. "How could you do this? How could you do something like that to him? To your boyfriend… to someone that you…"

"Don't, Georgie," Damian placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice weak and filled with befuddlement. "It's not worth it…"

"I thought you said that the two of you were over," Robbie looked over at Maxie. "I thought that was the whole reason why you asked me to take you out, why you wanted to bring me here… to forget him…"

"I did." Deep inside of Maxie's being, she knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew that getting back at him in such a horrible way was just not going to solve anything, that it was only going to complicate matters even more than they already had been, but she couldn't help it. Maxie was the type of girl that lashed out completely irrationally whenever she had been hurt. It had happened before, it would probably happen again. And it was her own damned fault for thinking that there was some way that things would be different for her. That, in falling in love with someone like Damian, things would be better. That she wouldn't feel the pain that she had felt before. The pathetic little delusions of a child who was busy spinning around and planning her perfect wedding, all of those things had come crashing down on her.

"I should go," he couldn't just stand there and look at the two of them in bed, the way that the light from the hallway passed into her dark room, the way that it brought up her face. Even though he was hurt and angry, it didn't make the fact that she was one of the most beautiful people that he had ever seen any less factual. Maxie may have changed on the inside, and in changing that way he realized he could no longer be with her, but on the outside… she still looked wonderful, like an apple with a worm.

"Yeah, you should go. Why don't you go and look for comfort from Brook while you're at it?"

"What does Brook have to do with any of this?" Georgie wondered, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, and failing miserably. So much for her vaunted intelligence.

"Why don't you ask him?" Maxie countered. "I've got more important things to do right now… like cuddle."

Georgie shook her head, trying to look back and see if there was something that he could do. Maxie always listened to him, Maxie thought that he was one of the smartest people that she ever knew, and in a lot of ways he was. If he helped her get through whatever it was that she was going through then everything would be better, right? But, when she turned around to look for him and his help, she only saw the top of his head as he walked down the stairs, only heard the steps that he was taking as he headed for the door, and, as odd as it may have been to believe, she thought she could hear the remorse in each and every one of his steps.

His hand was shaking with a multitude of emotions, most of them centering around one: hurt. It wasn't even anger, he wasn't ready to feel all that angry at her, he was too busy trying to find some way to get through the feeling of his heart being torn out of his chest and stomped on while it was still beating, like seen in some of the more violent cartoons of the past. It would have been easier if he could hate her for what she did, but he knew that he couldn't. He couldn't ever hate someone who had touched his life as much as Maxie had… she was simply too important to him, but, based on what she had done, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to forgive her for the actions that she took.

"Damian, wait!" Georgie came piling down the stairs after him, grabbing his wrist before he could leave. "You need to talk with her!"

"I can't, Georgie…"

"What do you mean? Of course you can, just go back upstairs and tell her that you're hurt, she'll understand…"

"She doesn't care!" He said, finally letting the pain out of his being and into his voice. "You saw her up there… she didn't have any remorse for what she did, she didn't even care that I saw her with another person, another man, in her bed… I don't know what happened, but whatever did happen was enough to make her want to cheat on me… and it was so fast…"

"You don't have any idea?"

"If I did, do you really think that I would be standing here, on the verge of breaking down, and talking to you? If I thought I could salvage my relationship in some way, don't you think I would be doing everything in my power to make sure that it happened? I still love your sister, Georgie! I know how stupid that sounds, given what I just saw… but I can't turn something like that off."

"Then maybe you should try and fight for her…"

"Love isn't always enough," he said softly. "If I thought that I could, I would… but even if she wants to get back together with me, even if we found a way to work through this, I wouldn't take her back, because she betrayed me, she did something without even thinking about the consequences. I want someone who can love me, who can trust me… and Maxie can't do that anymore. I should go…"

"I'm so sorry."

"So am I…"

Georgie watched him leave, and she felt her heart sink when she heard the door shut. It was funny, because not ten minutes before she was busy yelling at him for something that he didn't really have any control over, and now all she felt was pity for him, and anger at her sister.

Morgan Household-

There was one thing that made Jason Morgan who he was: the ability that he had to wait things out. Jason had a patience rating that was higher than most people would think humanly possible, and, indeed, even Jason wondered why he was able to tolerate so much, but he never once frowned upon his gifts. Instead, he embraced them. However, there were times when he really just wanted to get whatever it was that was bugging him out into the open, and such an instance was happening with Dillon. "Dillon, I'm going to ask you again… is there something you want to say?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Damian talked to me."

"Damian shouldn't have said anything about my issues, Jason. He had no right to do that."

"He didn't tell me anything, Dillon. He only said that if you ever wanted to talk to me about something that I should take the time and listen to you. I don't know what you would want to talk about…"

"Of course you don't."

"See?" Jason asked. "It's obvious that you have something to say. I want to hear it. Are you upset at me for some reason?"

Dillon was silent. He felt the knife twisted in his back. Even though he knew that the boy had the best intentions, Damian had no right to go behind his back and say things to Jason about the problems that Dillon was having.

"Dillon, come on…"

"Do… do you want me here?" Dillon asked, finally just letting it out, no longer afraid of what could happen. If Jason knew that there was something bothering him, then there was really nothing that Dillon could do to hide it.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking me."

"It isn't a very complicated question, Jason. Do you want me living here with you?"

"Courtney…"

"No, I'm not talking about what Courtney wants. I know that she wants me here, and I'll never be able to repay her for the kindness that she's given me over the past few months, but there's only so much that I can tolerate… and I can't deal with the fact that you always look at me like I'm sort of cist on your back that you can never get rid of."

"Why would you think that?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Dillon could not believe that Jason, who was supposedly so vaunted for his ability to be empathic, even when he didn't appear to have any emotions at all, was so blind towards his problems. "You've never treated me like I was really more than just a tolerated nuisance in this house. I thought about it, I thought that I could get through it, that it wasn't going to cause me that much pain, but in the end I realized that it would eventually get to me, that I couldn't put up with it forever. I just… I want to feel like I'm accepted by you, not tolerated, but accepted."

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

Jason nodded. "I don't really know what to tell you, Dillon. I don't know how I can express what I feel about you…"

"You don't know how, or you just won't?"

"I want you to stay, I just don't know why."

Dillon was stunned by the statement. "You… you're not just saying that, are you?"

"I never 'just say something.' I always mean it. Dillon, you're family, you've always been family. Even when I barely knew you, I still tried to keep you away from things that I knew would get you into trouble. I tried to keep you away from Alcazar, even though it didn't really work at first. I tried to direct you…"

"I know…"

"And I was doing it because I didn't want to see you destroyed, the same way that our brothers were. It just… it was hard for me to accept you being right here, all the time. It's hard for me to let anyone inside, Dillon, even the people that I trust or care about. Ask Courtney. I give everyone the same look because I'm afraid that if I let them in then when something happens to me they'll be hurt. I don't want to hurt anyone. And I'm sorry that I hurt you without even realizing it."

"I'm sorry that I put you on the spot like that…"

"Don't worry about it, and don't ever feel like you're not here because I want you to be. You are. I might not understand or accept everything you do, but at least with you around things are hardly ever boring…" and then it happened, a rarity in life: Jason smiled.