Demi: My BETA Tester, Phoenixandashes, is off galavanting in Germany - growls- so this crappy chappy might contain errors.
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"But what happened after that?"
Mr Thomas looked at Robert with very tired and watery eyes. He sighed and rubbed them. "I brought him back to our home and he woke up…" He put his head in his hands. "I hope I did the right thing…"
"You told him his name was Winter and various other lies because Oliver Polanski was dead, therefore Oliver couldn't just turn up in England, or you'd be charged with the biggest mass slaughter in modern times and kidnap of the Polanski heir. Also, if you didn't do so, you would put Oliver back in D'Arcy's line of fire… correct?"
Martin looked up at Robert, nodding. "I had to tell everyone we adopted him. Chelsea and Radolf created a fake certificate - of which I'm not proud of telling them to do so - and Friday was put in charge of looking after him, especially at school. It was a risk - he could have lost memory of education and all sorts."
"You…" Everyone went silent and looked at Enrique. "You… you did the r-right thing… but… why not tell us?" Tears flooded the baby blues. "We deserved the right to know! Do you know how much shit I've been through in one year without Oli?.!"
"Enrique, calm down, please." Robert said.
Enrique shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. "I'm going out - I need air."
He stood quickly and left the hotel room, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Do not worry about Enrique, Mr Thomas…" Robert said quietly, ruby eyes downcast. "I somehow knew he'd react in this way. He'll eventually cool down."
"How can you take this so calmly?" Friday asked, brow furrowed in confusion, making perfectly shaped eyebrows to slant over crystal blue eyes. "If I were in your shoes, I'd be ranting and raving, perhaps throwing a few chairs around."
"'Perhaps' being the key word - depending on what chairs you were talking about. She might chip a nail." Chelsea added.
"Fuck off."
"Friday!" Martin exclaimed.
"What?"
"Language!"
The eighteen year old crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms, eyes unfocused, but an angry glint within the azure depths.
"I'm taking this calmly because without doing so, I cannot think logically." The Griffon replied. "Meaning irrational things will happen, which might put all of us in danger."
The girl nodded understandingly. "Especially Winter… or Oliver…"
"This is going to get confusing…" Johnny muttered.
"Only for people with small brains." Chelsea shot back. "Meaning you."
Johnny glared.
"Play nice, kids." Martin warned.
"Yeah, McGregor: play nice!"
The Scottish lad growled. "If your father wasn't here…" He let the threat trail off.
"Both of you, shush." Robert told them. "Now is not the time to be squabbling like silly school children."
They both stuck their tongues out at him and the German rolled his eyes.
"The only question now is what do we do?" Everyone looked at Radolf. The redhead sighed. "I mean, you now know Oliver's alive, but he can't just appear after one year… and Winter Thomas can't just disappear – and how to we tell LaDawn?"
"Who's LaDawn?" Johnny asked.
"Ehm…" Radolf said. "Winter's girlfriend."
"Oli got a girlfriend, eh?" Johnny couldn't help but smirk.
"No, Winter has a girlfriend." Chelsea corrected.
"Whatever."
"She's an understanding girl, Radolf." Martin said. "I say we go back home and… talk about this."
"And what about Winter himself?" Friday asked. "How… how can we tell him he's not who he… he's someone else? Someone who's supposed to be dead!"
"Let's walk before we run, shall we?" Robert suggested calmly, ruby red meeting sapphire blue. "But I do agree that we will need to figure out how to break the news to him… if we do that at all…" The noble looked down at the blue carpet, eyes unfocused. "Oliver Polanski is dead - metaphorically. He can't just appear… going to the authority will just class us as mentally unstable, even with evidence…"
"We won't win, will we?" Friday asked softly.
Robert looked up with blazing red eyes. "We might not, but we won't go down without a fight."
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Enrique collapsed onto his bed with a large sigh, sniffing back tears that stung his eyes.
He should be happy… shouldn't he? He'd found out his best friend wasn't dead…
His mind, body and soul were in overload with emotions, no rational thought within the blonde's head.
If Oliver had been at the reunion, all the shit with the restaurant wouldn't have dragged Oliver down…
But if Oliver hadn't 'died', then the team wouldn't be as together as they were now…
But if Oliver was still around, they could have had one more pot shot at Tyson or Boris with his BEGA league…
Enrique decided - if it was the last thing he did, he would find D'Arcy and watch the bastard die slowly and painfully…
There was a tentative knock at the suite's door. Enrique ignored it, burying his face deeper into the pillow and holding his breath…
"Please, Enrique…" Came the voice, muffled by the wooden door and distance. "It's me - I know you're in there… I saw you enter… I need to talk to you… it's about Oliver."
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