Two Weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 56 of those hours spent being tortured in his own mind. Kevin was about ready to pull all of his luscious hair out just to be rid of them. They always differed in styles of torture or levels of sexual content but there was always one recurring factor- Connor. The dark circles around his eyes were constantly present and he wondered every time he woke from another hell dream how Connor had lived with these dreams for nearly 10 years of his life, every single night since he was a child.

"Good morning Sisters and my darling Elders"

Kevin glared at his bland breakfast, despising how Connor would be so perky this early in the morning especially if he was still having these hell dreams.

"We have some new late, though none the less welcome, recruits! Please welcome Elder James and Sister Lewis"

Everyone exchanged confused glances before looking back towards their mission leader, expecting an explanation.

"They were technically trained in the Mormon faith and were set to come here. They turned it down until I sent them copies of the Book of Arnold. Complete converts"

Everyone, seemingly happy with the explanation, took turns in welcoming the new recruits bar Kevin who seemed tied up in his own world.

Kevin looked up lazily, his head still pressed into the palm of his hand and noticed he was gathering some unexpected attention. Two people he didn't recognise, new recruits he gathered, were stood in front of him and the girl was smiling exclusively at him. She wasn't unattractive, no where near his type, but he wasn't one to turn up a sign from heavenly father. This girl was his ticket to dreamless sleep and being able to turn it off finally.

"Great to meet you Sister. I'm Elder Price"

"Sister Lewis but uh... he already said that" She blushed lightly which caused Kevin to avert his eyes. It would work... It would. It had to.

"Elder Price is friends with Elder Cunningham- they came here together"

Kevin turned to look at the voice who'd just spoken, allowing himself the first full look in weeks. Of course he hadn't changed but the stolen glances weren't enough. His skin was still the same as always but Kevin yearned to touch him, talk to him properly. Anything. What had changed?! He scolded himself. Heavenly father had a neon sign wrapped around Sister Lewis but he was still experience these ungodly urges. He disgusted himself.

"Oh really? You must be really well versed in all of this then?"

"Of course, my best friend wrote the book. I could talk about this more as I showed you around town?"

"I'd like that" Sister Lewis blushed darkly, glancing quickly towards the lips of the delectable Elder Price. This had never happened before- she'd barely been here five minutes.

"Is that okay Elder Mckinley? I know I was meant to be coming with you"

Sister Lewis flinched from the non verbal hatred she'd received through the piercing gaze of the mission leader. His cheeks had flushed a delicious pink that highlighted his cheekbones to the completely heterosexual Kevin. Obviously it wasn't okay! She'd be branded the mission slut, taunted for-

"Of course Sister. Just be back by sunset" Connor smiled brightly, whiplashing back to his default demeanor but not before chancing a look back at Kevin. The men stared for a second before Kevin laid his palm in the center of Sister Lewis' back and walked her from the building.

"THAT-THAT-" Connor yelled when he was finally far enough away from the mission that no one would accidentally stumble upon him. Well he had tried that but had only managed to get to the edge of the village.

Nabulungi glanced up from studying her boyfriends book, shot Connor a sympathetic smile before standing up.

"Want to talk about it?"

Connor stalled for a second, looking into the gentle eyes of his fellow Sister before he breathed out, exhausted.

"Kevin"

"Tell me something I do not know, Connor. You are both terrible"

"There's a new missionary and she's pretty and she's got these great eyes and he was looking at her like- like"

"Stop babbling Connor, you aren't a teenager anymore and I'm not your supposed 'school friends'. You're okay"

Nabulungi enveloped Connor in a gentle hug, gently running a hand through his hair calmingly. It was funny in the short time they'd all been together, she'd been turned into the mission mother. Connor held her tightly, feeling the love and acceptance seep into him. He'd suffered so long with accusing eyes and disgusted stares that being held by someone that knew about... him... felt surreal.

"Naba I don't know what to do"

"Let it play out, honestly. You two are made for each other, I promise. No matter how many obstacles are thrown in between you, heavenly father has placed you both here for a reason"

"But-"

"Man shall not be judged on the one he chooses to love for each man is loved by heavenly father equally- Nathaniel verse 12:5 in The Book of Arnold. You should know that"

"He isn't gay Naba! He isn't even interested are you kidding?! He's the most straight laced man I've ever met, even after the change to The Book of Arnold. He is also the straightest man when we were studying the Book of Mormon!"

"He was quite open to the idea of homosexuality if I remember the story that Arnold told me"

"He was trying to make me feel better! I don't care if it's okay if I have these explicit dreams about him- I want them all in the real world!"

Connor's yells drew some strange gazes which turned to friendly smiles as they noticed two of the main pillars of the church that changed their village.

"It's your birthday soon right?"

"So?" Connor sulked, surprised to realise they had made it back to Arnold and Nabulungi's shared house. She opened the door and he skulked inside, glancing around him again. He was always shocked when he came in, it was all so much better furnished that the mission. He slumped onto the couch, burying his face is a cushion and tucking his legs under him.

Nabulungi settled beside him, lifting his head from where he'd laid it with a gentle action. "Connor, listen to yourself. You are worth so much more than you think. You need to tell everyone at the party"

"What?!" He sat straight up, nearly colliding with Nabulungi, and stared at her as if she'd grown another head.

"Connor, being gay has never been a bad thing. It's especially not under Arnold's new rules. You can't help who you love"

"Slight matter of the law though" he muttered to himself before a pillow struck the side of his head.

"Stupid boy! You think anyone we have allowed into our faith would go to the police?!"

Connor nodded but groaned, changing his position with a mournful flop.

"Thanks Naba" he murmured, wringing his hands together nervously. "But it won't help with Kevin. He had to be attracted to me first"

"That's like saying Star Wars isn't cool- untrue" Arnold called from the kitchen as he walked in with a happy smile. Nabulungi lit up like a christmas tree. For split second it reminded Connor about the first day he'd seen a ballet dancer. She had been so fluid, so majestic and he just had to do it. His parents had indulged in his little quirk right up to-

"Where's my welcome, C-Man?!"

Connor snapped from his flashback, planting a genuine smile on his face. He really liked Arnold, there was nothing in this world that seemed to get in his way. For gosh sake he had created a whole new religious faction just from being found out about lying. Connor had never forgotten the joy he'd felt (on the second time through) when he'd watched the play. It was completely unreal but it seemed to speak to people and that's all that mattered.

"I'm sorry Arnie. Boy trouble" Connor smiled before allowing himself to be enveloped by his second hug of the past hour.

"You mean men in denial trouble? You two are worse than we were"

"Yes but there are several rather big differences between us two and you two"

"I wouldn't say they were big" Arnold giggled casting a look at his girlfriend who just rolled her eyes.

"Really Arnold?" Connor mimicked Naba before sitting back on the sofa- this time on a separate one as to let the couple sit together.

"Yes really" he chuckled again, skipping to the sofa and bouncing to sit back onto the couch. He took his girlfriend's hand in his own and squeezed it gently.

"Kevin wasn't happy when we were in America and he wasn't happy when we got here. He was happy here until a few weeks ago and he's stopped. I think it's you"

"Why would I be the cause of that?"

"The first few weeks he couldn't stop talking about you and it progressed to asking the other Elders about you. I dunno, he's never taken an interest in anyone in all of the time we've been here. The only person who has been remotely close to that is you"

Connor pondered it for a second. Come to think of it, Kevin had met an awful lot of people and he'd barely spoke of them afterwards. He shook his head- Connor was the Mission Leader. Of course he'd be interested considering as soon as his parents somehow got word of all of this, Connor would be snatched from this place and Kevin would replace him. It made sense.

"Thanks for the chat guys but I think I'm gunna go back to the mission" he smiled gently, the faked smile not even coming close to his eyes.

"You're welcome anytime. You know that" Naba smiled genuinely, pressing a kiss to his cheek gently. He felt tears burn at the back of his throat as he said his goodbyes to them both and set back towards his problems once again.