Pairngs: Hank/Jill, Hank/Evan

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash, incest

Author's Notes: First, let me start off by thanking everyone who has reviewed this....thing, but especially Not-So-Wicked Witch who wrote me a super-mega review of the last 12 chapters. *twirls her* Thanks very much! To everyone else: Review please!

Hank is puttering around the kitchen, digging through the cupboards, looking for some cereal. A knock on the glass door makee him pause and glance over. He's shocked to see Jill standing there, looking slightly scared but determined.

He opens the door and greets her. "Jill, hi. Um, anything wrong?"

"No. Nothing. I just.....I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?" She flips her hair out of her eyes and looks at him nervously.

"Yeah, sure. I was just making breakfast. You want anything?" He offers, setting the bowl in his hand on the counter.

"No thanks." She says, closing the door behind her and taking a seat at the table. Hank sat next to her.

"So, uh, what did you want to talk about?" He asks.

"I want to get back together. I think that whoever you're hurting should be more understanding. After all, we were happy. Hank," here she reaches across the table for his hand. "I really like you."

Those are the words that greet Evan as he walks sleepily from the bedroom. He stops, suddenly wide awake. He leans against the wall next to the bar, just out of sight from the others in the next room.

"Jill, I really don't think that's a good idea." Hank gently pulls his hand away from hers.

She gives him a hurt look. "But Hank, you can't tell me you don't fell the same as I do. I know you well enough that you can't say you don't." She grabs his hand again.

Evan inhales sharply. He could see them too. That bitch! Trying to steal his man. Well, she didn't know that Hank was his, but still. That bitch! Hank was going to tell her off, right?

Instead Hank takes her hand and holds it. "Jill, you're right. I still have feelings for you, but we can't be together."

Jill stares at him. "Why not?"

Evan blinks back the sudden wetness in his eyes. Hank still had feelings for Jill? What was that all about? He refocuses on the conversation.

"Because there is someone else. I love them. I can't hurt them anymore than I already have. Please understand." Hank squeezes her hand.

Jill looks at him, hurt clouding her features. "But what about you hurting me?"

Hank winces. "I'm sorry."

"Please Hank. Why can't you just give us a chance? Who do you love? You told me Nikki was out of the picture and then we started dating. So who is it?" She demands.

"I'm sorry. I really can't tell you." Hank looks at her with sympathy.

Evan wonders if he had made the right choice in staying with Hank. He wonders how things would have worked out if Hank had given Jill more of a chance. He pushes those thoughts away fiercely. Hank is with him and that's all the matters. Are you sure you have him as much as you like to think you do? A little voice in the back of his mind whispers.

"It's not Divya is it?" Jill asks, bringing Evan back into the conversation.

"No." Hank replies.

"The who?" Jill cries desperately.

"I just can't tell you." Hank says, glancing away from her.

Jill startles both Hank and Evan as she stands up and walks over to Hank. He pushes his chair out from the table to face her. She stares at him, then leans down and kisses him hard. Hank freezes for an instant, then, much to Evan's horror and dismay, Hank kisses back.

Evan slides down the wall, chin resting on his knees, tears spilling down his pale cheeks. One thought runs rampant around his mind.

Everything Hank had said to him was a lie.