Tramontana

Is it broken?
Can we work it out?
Let's light up the town, scream out loud!
Is it broken?
Can we work it out?
I can see in your eyes
You're ready to break
Don't look away.Secondhand Serenade - Broken

So here we are now
In a place where
The sun blended
With the ocean thin.
So thin, we stand
Across from each other
Together we'll wonder
If we will last these days
If I asked you to stay
Would you tell me
You would be mine?

Secondhand Serenade - Broken

After promising to keep in touch with Lisa, even after the agents were gone, the Veseleys left the Buchanan home.

The Buchanans and the McGees sat down for dinner, and Sarah, Lisa and Joy helped in the kitchen with a lot of laughter, while Timothy sat down with Jake and they compared their programming knowledge. Matt simply stayed with Priscilla and Jethro in the living room. It was a happy affair, with Sarah teasing Jake, who blushed brightly every time the youngest McGee spoke to him, incessantly. Matt would smirk, as he had been the first to fall under Sarah's spell, and he understood her allure to a healthy fourteen year old boy on the brink of adulthood.

Priscilla insisted that Jethro should sit beside her, and she would feed him small pieces of meat, to the despair of her mother.

Joy simply smiled at the antics of her family, and when she looked at Tim, she was happy to see that the tenseness in his shoulders had slowly ebbed way as he was integrated into her family routine.

After dinner, Tim insisted on helping with the dishes. Joy decided to help him out, and kicked out everyone else so they could watch the latest Pixar movie, to the shouts of joy from Priscilla and the moaning from Matt and Jake, who had seen it already, probably fifteen times.

Tim and Joy work side by side in the kitchen in a comfortable camaraderie, he washed the dishes, she would dry and put them in their respective places. In no time at all, all the dishes, cutlery and pans used for dinner were washed, dried and put away. They look around the kitchen and there's nothing else to do.

Joy supports her six on the kitchen sink, and studies his face, as he seems to be very far away in his thoughts, staring out to the backyard through the kitchen window without really seeing the trees outside.

"What are you thinking?"

"Maybe we're looking at this case from the wrong perspective."

"What do you mean?"

"There's something missing," says Tim, staring at the backyard by the kitchen window, "there's something going on that we're not aware of."

He turns to Joy, and continues, "And until we find this missing piece, we can't solve the case."

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After some moaning from the kids, everyone settled down for sleep. Priscilla complained, but had not been able to convince her mother to let Jethro the dog, who was relegated to sleep on his own dog bed in the kitchen, sleep in her bedroom, and Matt and Jake went to their own beds. Sarah said goodnight to her brother and to the Buchanans, and also went to her own guest room.

Meanwhile, Joy and Tim went to the grandparents' room, and silently started their ritual for going to bed.

Tim uses the bathroom first, puts a pair of comfortable pyjamas on and laid down on the fluffy pillows, just hearing Joy brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed.

Joy comes out of the bathroom, also in comfy PJs, and kills the light, and hops onto the bed. She grabs a pillow, hugs it tight against her chest and turns her back to him, getting ready to sleep. She stays on her side though.

McGee stares at her back for a full minute, wondering what exactly happened here.

"I thought we'd agreed we weren't fighting anymore," He says softly.

She sighs loudly and turns, so she may lie on her back to look at his face. She sees him studying her with a frown. "We aren't, but I'm tired, and all things considered, I thought you preferred to sleep early tonight."

"I'm also tired, and I want to sleep but… I sleep better when I have you in my arms." His confession was heartfelt, but almost difficult to hear, as he said it very softly.

Joy studies his face for a full minute, seeing the sincerity in it. She scoots over, and after some manoeuvres she is laying glued to his side, her head resting on his shoulder, one of her legs over his legs, her arm resting on his chest and her fingers doing slow circles over his left nipple over the cloth of the PJs.

She feels him physically responding to her closeness.

"I thought you said you were tired," she murmurs against his chest. He chuckles.

"I am tired, the spirit is willing but the flesh is not bright enough to understand that I won't be able to stay awake long enough to finish anything that I might start right now."

They both laugh, and silently slide into Morpheus's arms.

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And time
Is all I ask for
Time
I just need one more day
And time
You've been crying too long
Time
And your tears wrote this song
Stay

In the moonlight
Your face it glows

Is it broken?
Can we work it out?

That night, in the other guest room, Sarah lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The night noises in Norfolk are different from what she's used to in her dorm at Waverly. She was used to the sound of laughter and sometimes loud partying of her dorm mates, and her roommate sometimes arriving late in the night after a crazy party.

Here, she could hear only the night animals, and the whisper of the wind in the trees. A door opens on the corridor, and she looks towards the closed door as she hears muffed footsteps going down the corridor, until the bathroom door closes.

She leans back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and wonders who might still be awake at that time of the night. As her body, despite her tiredness, refuses to fall asleep, she decides to get up and investigate.

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After some restless sleep, where images and flashes of what happened at Waverly shone before his mind's eye, Matt woke up sweating, hard and aching. He cursed mentally, as he looks at the sleeping teenager on the other twin bed, and bites his hand, trying to stop the moan of pain from escaping.

He spent several minutes, trying to think about the most disgusting things his mind could come up with, but after a while, his despair reached unacceptable levels.

His erection refused to go, and Matt absolutely refused to completely humiliate himself jerking off only six feet away from his nephew. It would be too embarrassing explaining the wet spots to Lisa, or Joy, and his nephew would certainly recognize the smell as soon as he woke up.

So, moving like an arthritic man, very slowly, he left the bed as silently as he could, opened the door and walked barefoot to the bathroom further down the corridor. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and he knew he had to literally take the matter in his own hands.

As soon as he gets to the bathroom, he closes the door, and runs to the toilet, drops his pants, and starts to roughly manhandle himself, trying to take the edge away, just to deflate himself enough so he may sleep.

He closes his eyes, and starts to breathe faster, as the excitement builds up, and the burning fever starts, but his climax refuses to happen and he starts to rub himself harder, desperate for release.

"Matt?" he jumps, and he almost stumbles on his lowered pants and breaks his head on the sink as he turns around and sees Sarah, who is staring at him from the gap in the door.

Damn, he had forgotten to lock the door.

"SARAH," he squeals, and sits down on the toilet and stretches out his hand and catches a towel to cover himself, and he can feel himself blushing brightly, all over, as he was literally caught with the pants down and red handed.

"What are you doing?" She frowns at him, as she enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

"Sarah, I think it is pretty obvious", he feels the blush burning, but he refuses to look at her, and carefully rearranges the towel over himself, but the white towel does little to hide his state from her eyes.

"Why are you doing that?" She is staring at him, and he starts getting annoyed.

"Ah, I…" he blushes deep, "I couldn't sleep."

"So you were trying to squeeze it away?"

"It hurts Sarah, just go, please go!" He closes his eyes, completely mortified, "just go to sleep and leave me alone," he says, and lowers his head to his chest.

"No," she goes to the door, and locks it.

"Sarah, please," Matt hisses, desperately trying to convince her to go, "your brother is down the hall, and he's armed, I don't want to piss him off more than I already did."

"This is not about my brother, I won't let you hurt yourself this way when we together can find more," she takes her shirt off, "agreeable ways." Matt's big head is being totally overruled by his little head, and he opens his eyes and looks at her, in pain.

"Saraaaaaah," Matt hisses, and feels himself responding to her presence, twitching in anticipation.

"You said," she takes off her pyjama bottoms, "that day in Waverly, that you loved me." She approaches him, and slowly takes away the towel he was using to hide himself from her view, and straddles his muscular legs, and slowly brings his trembling hands to her hips, and he's already panting as if he had run a marathon, as he looks at her adoringly "I believe you have yet to show me."

"Sarahhhh" he groans, shaking and trying to control himself.

She leans down, and molds his face with her small hands, "Show me, Matthew."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes his siren was still there, enticing him to douse the flames he was burning in with her free willing offer. After a moment of hesitation, milliseconds really, his instinct took over self preservation, and he took what was offered.

Both overslept the next morning.