Jason yawned as he pulled up to the Lewis household at the crack of dawn. He never would understand why Andrew would insist on starting work this early. To be a true farmer. He thought with a scoff before yawning loudly again. "Ugh, least the coffee is good." He muttered, pulling his jacket closer to himself for protection against the crisp morning air as he got out of his truck, which he seriously needed to get washed. He put on his brown wide brimmed cowboy hat and made his way up to the porch, spotting the lights on in the back of the house where the kitchen was.

Just like every morning the door was unlocked for him and he silently shut the door before making his way to the kitchen, tipping his hat at Andrew whom was pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Morning." He greeted. "Glad to see that Lucien didn't murder ya'll in your sleep."

"If you were the one to put that thought into Jessica's head I will fire you." He scoffed, pouring milk into his coffee. "I think he said something to her though, before Mrs. and I went to bed she came into the room and told us how much she loved us." He said with a grin. "I like him more."

"He certainly seems interesting." Jason agreed, nodding his head. "So Sheriff couldn't find him in the system?"

"Not yet. He said he was going to broaden the search but being that the station is so low-tech he might call in the feds." He explained, pouring Jason a cup of coffee as well. "I think what he needs is a relaxing calm environment and maybe his memory will come back on it's own if he isn't jumping every five seconds."

The sound of claws scraping on the hard wood floor made Jason look down the dark hallway, frowning seeing something black dart up the stairs. "Ya'll get a cat or something?"

"No." Andrew said with a frown. "Might be those damn raccoon's again. Go follow it and I'll get the net from outside."

"You paying me extra for that?"

"I'm not firing you am I?"

Jason held up his hands and made his way down the hallway and up the stairs; spotting the black shape moving around in the darkness apparently sniffing at shut doors. Weird looking raccoon. I don't even see a tail. He thought squinting his eyes. He put his weight on the top step and it let out a loud creak. Suddenly glowing white eyes were looking at him, making a shiver go up his spine before it darted off into the only door that was ajar; the guest room. "Ah crap." He muttered quickly making his way to the room and silently pushing the door open. Bright white eyes glared up at from him underneath the covers at the edge of the bed. There was a hiss before the lump created by the body and the eyes suddenly disappeared. "The hell?" he went over to the bed and lifted the covers up, only seeing a pair of long thin legs. He quickly put the covers down and directed his gaze to the snoozing Lucien, curled up on his side and taking up as little space as possible on the large bed.

He pushed his hat up further on his head, looking around the room in confusion. What the hell just happened?

"Nmh," Jason looked at source of the small groan and saw Lucien reaching out beside him in his sleep. "Sunny." He heard him barely mumble as he rolled onto his back and grabbed at a pillow, his face twisting into a scowl.

Who's Sunny? The farm hand wondered, moving closer to better hear the sleep filled grumbles. Maybe he'll say something that we could use to help identify him. He thought, hovering his head close to the other males.

"Mn, don't go." Lucien muttered, his legs kicking out under the sheets. "Alone, no. Them…everywhere."

Jason moved away and frowned, starting to see the beginnings of a nightmare or a night terror. I should wake him up.

"The People are coming."

Or not. He thought, putting his hands on the bed and leaning in again. Come on Lucien talk to me.

"Gonna get me…They're gonna get me!" the sudden raise of his voice startled Jason. "No! No!" he screamed, starting to thrash on the bed.

Jason reached out and grabbed his shoulders to shake him awake, black eyes snapped wide open and stared into his before pain exploded from his nose. "Aaah!" he shouted, covering his nose and stumbling back. "Shit did you punch me!"

"Jason?" Lucien asked, sitting up on the bed startled.

"Yes Jason! Holy crap you hit hard!" He yelled, leaning against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain. "I think you broke my nose!"

Lucien swore under his breath and got up out of bed quickly going over to him, apologizing frantically and trying to see the damage he'd done.

The lights outside of the room turned on and he could hear people waking up before the light of the guest room was thrown on. "What is going on in here?" Martha asked with a tired scowl, hair a mess and just tying her robe shut.

"I hit Jason." "He hit me!" the two males said at the same time, blood gushing down Jason's shut hand.

"For the love of God." Martha growled in irritation, turning to stairs seeing her husband making his way up with a net and sending her a questioning look. "Lucien hit Jason."

"Lucien hit Jason?" Jessica asked, standing in her doorway with wide eyes.

"It was an accident!" Lucien shouted, guilt seeping into his stomach when he finally saw what he'd done. "I am so sorry Jason."

After about ten minutes of confusion, they all ended up downstairs in the kitchen with Jason holding a now bloodied towel with ice on his nose. "He was having a nightmare." Jason explained, looking at Lucien, who looked like a kicked puppy at the moment. "I tried to wake him up and he punched me."

Lucien ducked his head down further than it already was. "I'm sorry." He muttered, looking at his hands. "I didn't mean too."

Andrew had Jason move the towel aside and he looked at the injury carefully. "I don't think your nose is broken, but we should take you to the doctor anyway."

"Doctor isn't open this early." Martha sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"I'll be fine." Jason said standing up from the chair before stumbling back into it from a sudden wave of dizziness. "Oh crap when you hit someone you really hit them." He said to Lucien who just shrunk further into himself and muttered another apology.

"Way to go." Jessica muttered, glaring slightly at Lucien. "Jason is the only farm hand we've got."

"I-I can fill in for him!" Lucien said, his head snapping back up. "Please let me, I feel terrible for what I did."

"No, you don't know how to work the machines and I can't waste a day or two explaining them and training you." Andrew said firmly, annoyance and frustration creating a scowl on his face. "I can do it myself."

"Andrew no, your back-"

"What the hell else am I supposed to do? I can't lose anymore days. A tornado could blow through here any day and the crop will be completely gone." Andrew said, exasperation and stress coloring his voice as he almost shouted at his concerned wife. "We can't lose the crop."

Martha looked over at Jessica and pointed down the hall. "Back to your room."

"Bu-"

"No but's! Check on your little brother when you're up there." She said firmly, watching her daughter leave with a huff before turning back to her husband. "The garage."

"Martha-"

"The. Garage."

Lucien watched from under his bangs as the married couple left out the back door and almost flinched when the door was slammed shut. It was silent between him and Jason, with him fidgeting before he muttered, "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, well." Jason said, moving the towel a little. "Sorry isn't going to help with the crop." He grumbled, looking at a random wall before taking a peek out of the corner of his eye at the white haired male and almost sighed at the way he was wringing his hands together and biting his lip. "You really feel terrible about this don't you?"

Lucien nodded his head a few times. "I do. I don't like hurting people. Especially when they've only helped me or were trying to help me. I'm-"

"Say sorry one more time and I'll punch you." Jason huffed with a shake of his head, raising an eyebrow when Lucien got up and knelt down next to him. "What are you doing?"

"Punch me." He said, looking up at him with a dead serious expression.

"The fuck is wrong with you, you little nut? I'm not going to punch you. How the hell would that help us?"

"I-I don't know!" he shouted, looking down at his hands, which were gripping onto the edge of Jason's seat. "I thought…It'd make us even."

The brunette let out a breath and put his free hand on the top of his head, ignoring his flinch. His hair is so thin. He observed, running his fingers through the thin strands of bright white hair. But really soft. "Lucien I'm not mad at you…Well I kinda am but that'll go away along with the pain." He began to say. "And I'm not the kind of guy that believes in an eye for an eye. Or a nose for a nose in this case. Besides I think you're beating yourself up more than I ever could."

"What can I do though?" he muttered, looking back up at him. "There has to be something I can do to help after I've ruined everything."

"Sometimes there isn't anything you can do to fix a mistake you've made." Jason said softly, rubbing his hand against the back of Lucien's head. "Wow do I feel a bump back here. Does it hurt?"

"Feels nice." Lucien hummed, pressing his forehead against Jason's thigh.

"Guess that's the hit that took your memory." He observed before letting out a sigh. "Alright I guess I forgive you, hard to be mad at someone when they're being this cute." He chuckled when black eyes shot him a confused look. "But you owe me big time."

"Sounds fair." He nodded. "What do I owe you?"

"Hmm, I'll spring that up on you on a later date." Green eyes danced with amusement as the confusion increased.

Lucien huffed and looked at the back door. "What about Andrew? Is there really nothing I can do to help?"

"Well first stand up. Much as I like petting you it doesn't look right." Jason said with a chuckle, Lucien standing up with a small blush and choosing to lean against the kitchen table. "I'll still be able to work, just not as hard and see Andrew isn't as young as he thinks he is. I'm sure Martha will talk him into letting you help."

"Don't they have friends that can help?" he asked tilting his head to the side.

"He does, but see he's a proud fellow and he'll want to pay everyone that helps him. The reason I'm the only farm hand is because I'm all that he can afford. Way I figure it Martha, the cunning little lady, will convince him to let you help and since you're living here it'll be a fair trade."

Lucien nodded. "I agree with that. Are the machines hard to learn?"

"Nah!" he said with a shake of his head, moving the towel away from his face and grimacing at all the blood on the towel. "Feels like the bleeding stopped for now." He muttered to himself before turning his attention back to the white haired male next to him. "You seem like a smart one. You'll probably pick it up in no time after I show you a little."

He stared at the blood on his face and slowly reached out to rub some off. "…I think I've done worse." He muttered. "No…I feel it in my gut, I have done worse."

Jason gently gripped his hand. "You were shouting in your sleep about people coming after you…Can you remember that dream?"

He shut his eyes tight and pulled his hand free from his grasp and pressed against his eyes as a torrent of emotions swirled in them. "I don't…I don't want to think about that. Don't make me think about it. Please don't make me think about it." He said under his breath, moving his hands to his hair and tugging on his thin locks.

"Sshh, now." He hushed wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him down to his lap and against his chest. "I won't make you think about it. Everything is alright." He assured him gently, feeling him shiver lightly against him. "You know your safe now right? Nothing bad is going to get you."

Lucien nodded slowly, pressing his face against his shoulder and holding onto the arm around his waist. "I'm sorry."

"What did I say about saying sorry so much?" he chuckled.

"You'd punch me." He said tilting his head back to look up at him better. "Are you going to punch me?"

"Course not. I think we've had enough punching for one day." Jason huffed with a laugh in his voice. "Honestly now I'm a little wary of you. I didn't even see a fist." He laughed as Lucien flinched.

"It was a reflex I suppose."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Trevor giggled as Lucien was dumped down onto the couch in the living room, before being shooed away by Jason. "You look funny." He said to Jason with a laugh, who had a bandage on his sensitive nose. He'd gone to the doctor while Andrew, after being convinced by his wife, started to show Lucien the ropes to helping take care of and gather the crop. Fortunately his nose wasn't broken, but it was highly sensitive and he had a list of what to do and what not to do because of it.

Dark bruising was starting to appear at the corner of his eyes and there was a little swelling, but the ice he'd applied to it right after seemed to have stemmed the swelling.

Jason made a motion for Trevor to leave and the boy left with a snicker. "I thought you were tougher than this." Jason said to Lucien, taking a seat on the floor with his back to the couch. He raised an eyebrow hearing a loud stomach growl come from the small body. "Why didn't you tell us you were hungry?"

Lucien turned his head to look at him. "I honestly ignored it."

"You are one crazy little nut." The other male said with a chuckle.

"Hey," Lucien began sitting up, moving a little closer to him. "I was wondering, what's your accent?"

"My accent?" Jason asked shooting him a confused look. "It's called a southern accent. See I'm from Texas and that's a 'southern' state."

"…What's Texas?"

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Okay." Jessica said before slamming her social studies textbook open on the kitchen counter to a map of the United Sates. "This entire country is called the United Sates of America." She explained slowly motioning to the map.

Lucien nodded from behind her, stuck between focusing on what she was telling him and just completely devouring the grilled cheese sandwich he was eating. Trevor standing behind him and trying to imitate everything he was doing.

"There are a total of fifty states." She continued, flipping the page to another map of the US, this time with the state lines on drawn on. "These lines are the state borders."

"So we're in a state right now?" Lucien asked pointing to the ground, ignoring the four year old that decided to be his shadow.

"Yep, we're in a state called Nebraska." She said pointing to the state marked with a big NE. "Am I going to fast for you?"

"Little less sarcasm would be nice."

"Yeah would be nice!" Trevor repeated with a giggle.

Outside on the back porch, Andrew flipped on the light when it got dark enough for him and Jason to need it.

"I can't believe he didn't know that he was in the United States." Jason muttered, rubbing his forehead. "No I can't believe he's never heard of it. Can this really all be amnesia?"

Andrew took a swig of the beer in his hand and sighed. "Do you think he's lying about it?"

"I get the feeling he isn't telling us something." The younger of the two said, looking back into the house and at the shock of white hair. "But what it is concerns me."

The father of two ran a hand down his face. "What are you saying?"

Jason pointed a thumb at his nose. "He's obviously jumpy about something."

"Ugh." The man groaned. "I think he's a nice kid."

"I'm not saying he isn't a good kid Andrew." Jason said, standing up. "I'm saying that whatever he's hiding from us, could be potentially dangerous."

"It isn't like he's going to outright tell us." Andrew said around the lip of his beer.

Jason rubbed his chin in thought, looking inside before looking at Andrew. "…How old do you think he is?"

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"I don't like this." Lucien muttered as the truck pulled up to a small brick building. Bars never interested him; hell he avoided alcohol as much as possible, which was pretty easy up until now. "Do I have to?"

"Yep." Jason said with a grin, turning in his truck to face his companion. "After a hard days work it's best to relax with a nice cold beer."

"I don't like beer." He deadpanned, giving Jason that 'you're a dumbass' look again.

He rolled his eyes. "How do you know? You haven't even tried it. Either you can come in with me or sit in the truck." He said while opening the door.

"I'm staying in here then." He growled moving his arms out from under his gray poncho, which he had to beg Martha not to throw away, and crossed them over his chest.

Jason rolled his eyes and shut the door, walking around the truck and opening the passenger side door. "Come on. You aren't sitting in here all night."

"I will punch you again." Lucien snarled, holding up his fist.

Jason smirked and reached over to unbuckle the seat belt. "Up you go!" he grunted, pulling the protesting male over his shoulder and carrying him away from the truck after locking it.

"God damn you! Put me down this instant!" Lucien shouted, getting the attention of those outside of the bar. "I swear Jason I will make you less of a man!"

"Hey all." Jason said to the regulars outside the bar casually. "Look what I got." He laughed, bouncing Lucien on his shoulder; who coughed and swore at him even louder.

"The hell is that?" a man asked pointing a bottle of beer at the fussing person.

"This is Lucien. He's the amnesia case that's staying with the Lewis's. Say hi Lucien." Jason said before turning around so Lucien could see the men.

"I'm going to kill this bastard." He growled, making the men laugh and increasing his annoyance. "Screw you all!" he yelled, flailing his arms about and kicking his feet as Jason pushed up the door to the bar and carried him inside.

Jason finally set him down at the bar and grabbed him when he tried to run. "Sit." He said, putting him up onto a stool. "Don't make me tie you up." He teased, wagging a finger at his face before pulling it away when Lucien tried to bite it. "What's your problem?"

"I. Don't. Like. Bars." The white haired man snarled.

"How do you know that?" The brunette asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I just do."

Jason hummed, patting his uninjured shoulder. "One beer. Try one beer?"

"…Is this pay back for the nose?" he asked warily.

"Yes and no." He answered with a grin. "Please?"

He sighed heavily. "Fine. One beer. I don't like it I'm smashing the bottle into your face."

"Violent!" Jason laughed, knowing he was only joking. "Hey Anthony! Get me a Corona and a beer that a first timer will like!"

"Coming right up!" The bar tender hollered back at him.

Lucien took this time to look around the dimly lit bar. Tables, booths and a back room that appeared to have two or three pool tables. It stunk, but it was definitely better than any bars he's ever been in before.

A bottle of beer was placed in front of him and he looked up at the bartender who was studying him and making the face that Lucien was accustomed to seeing when people were trying to tell if he was male or female.

"Who's your friend Jason? She's cute." The man, Anthony, said with a cheesy grin and a wink.

Jason snorted back a laugh. "This is Lucien."

"Lucien as in a guy?" Anthony asked with wide eyes.

"Yep!"

"I've been told I'm pretty." Lucien deadpanned in such a monotone voice combined with a very blank look that made it extremely comical. Well that's what he assumed when both men began to laugh hysterically.

Anthony was the first to regain his composure to reach across the bar and put a hand on Lucien's shoulder. "O-Oh god we are going to have fun with you."

"I'm afraid to ask what he means." He muttered moving the hand off his shoulder with a shrug and turning to Jason as he stopped laughing.

"He means that it's going to be fun watching drunks or just idiots hit on you then find out you're a guy." Jason explained with a chuckle.

"Fun for you perhaps but not for me." He said with a scowl. "Humans don't often like to be deceived, I imagine that if someone pops their bubble that I am a male they would take that frustration out on me."

"He's a buzz kill." Anthony grumbled.

"Jason I'd rather take off my shirt and make it clear to everyone here that I am male, than have you guys using me for a joke." Lucien said seriously.

The brunette rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, I'm sorry. But you know guys might hit on you."

"Then just let them think I'm a girl, I'll tell them to leave me alone and everything is fine. No punches and black eyes."

"Speaking of black eyes." Anthony piped up, turning to Jason. "What in the hell happened to you man!"

Lucien raised his hand and Jason made a grand gesture to him. "I accidently punched him when he tried waking me up from a nightmare." Lucien muttered into the collar of his poncho, still feeling guilty about the incident.

The bartender snorted before erupting into laughter. "Yo-you got clocked out by this shrimp!" he yelled, pressing his head on the bar. "Oh god that's funnier than the 'I'm pretty' thing!"

"I didn't find it funny." Lucien murmured, to which Jason rubbed his head making him relax.

Anthony eventually calmed down and asked, "But anyway what's the deal with your looks?"

"Pardon?" Lucien replied, blinking his eyes in confusion.

"Why do you look so…In between genders?" Anthony asked, waving his hand. "You ain't a fairy are ya?"

"I have no idea what is going on." He said looking at Jason completely lost.

"He's asking why you can't tell your gender off the bat and by fairy he means are you gay?"

"Oh…Well for my looks it's just the way my face is and my body isn't as healthy as it should be. I need to put on weight, both in fat and muscle. My sexuality…I honestly don't know. I've had more important things on my mind." He explained with a small shrug of his shoulders. That was true, back in his original 'home' he had much more important things to worry about than which sex he found attractive and it wasn't like in Beggar's Hand there were a lot of attractive much less trusting people to even try and start a relationship with.

"How can you not know?" Anthony asked with a scowl.

"He has amnesia Anthony. We don't even know his name, we're calling him Lucien because of a tattoo he has and it's better than calling him a John Doe." Jason said rather protectively, stunning Lucien slightly. "If you had amnesia would you be thinking about whether you like tits or dicks?"

"…Fine you got a point there. Sorry man." Anthony sighed.

"Why does it even matter?"

The bartender looked around before motioning him in close. "To be honest, in a hick town like this, people hear that your gay and it's like the fucking witch hunts. You can't even say the word homo without someone starting on a hate speech. Now me personally I don't give a shit. So long as it ain't in my face to each there own."

"That's…Stupid." Lucien said with his own scowl. "Surely not the whole town is like this."

He shrugged, wiping down the bar absentmindedly. "From what I've seen it's like that." He looked behind him hearing his name being called. "Well work beckons me, see you two later." He said before leaving them to attend to another customer.

Lucien looked away from the beer to Jason, who'd taken a seat next to him and was staring at the beer in front of him longingly. "You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine." He sighed, rubbing his strong jawline. "Just a little pissed I can't drink beer because of this nose thing."

"Then why'd you get one?"

"Eh, for show." He shrugged.

"…Jason do you think I'm stupid?"

He looked at him surprised. "No, what are you talking about?"

Lucien smiled slightly and lifted his beer. "Alcohol is a great way to get information out of a person."

"Pfft! I have no idea what you're talking about." Jason snorted, looking away from him.

"I wish you would have just talked to me instead of doing something like this." The white haired male said with a sigh. "I'm paranoid enough as it is."

"Would you have actually told me anything if I asked you?" the brunette asked, turning to face him completely.

"Not right away! Maybe if I knew you longer and I could trust you then I would have told you what you wanted to know." Lucien said, pushing the beer away from him after taking a sniff.

"Well trust is a two way street there buddy." Jason said looking at him extremely seriously. "How can I trust you that what you're keeping from us isn't going to hurt that nice family you're staying with?"

Lucien rubbed his hand over his face. "We need a foundation for this trust thing." He muttered, tapping his finger on the glass bottle of the beer in thought.

"Agree with you there." Jason muttered, really wishing he could have that beer that was taunting him. "Hmm…how about this," he said looking at him again with a small smile. "I've seen you twice now at your most vulnerable."

"Don't remind me." He groaned.

"Listen you little nut," he chuckled. "I've seen you at your most vulnerable…What did I do those times?"

"…Comfort." He whispered. "I guess it's somewhere to start."

Jason held up his beer and Lucien smiled slightly before clicking his beer against his. "To the beginnings of a wonderful friendship."

Lucien chuckled before looking down at his beer and was about to take a sip when Jason told him to stop. "What?"

"Hang on." He grinned, taking out his phone and holding it up to Lucien. "Okay go."

"You call me a nut." He huffed, shaking his head before taking a sip and making the biggest pucker face he probably ever made. "Ugh, what the hell is this!" he asked, setting it down and pushing it away from him. "Somewhere there are hobo's making moonshine in a boot with trash and rat piss that tastes better than that." He said with a small chuckle as Jason cracked up.

"I promise it tastes better the more you drink it." He said after he was done laughing.

"That's not a promise that's a lie."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Saa mite goran kanashii ohanashi! Saa hankachi no youi wasurezu ni! Aru tokoro ni majo ga itasou na! Aru ouji to koi wo shitasou na! Toki wo tomeru mahou wasureru kurai no shiawase na toki wa sugiteyuku! Juujika ni dakare sora aogu. Penitenziagite! Penitenziagite!" Lucien sang loudly, as Jason carried him through the bar toward the door on his shoulder.

"Wow he got good and plastered didn't he?" Anthony asked with a laugh. "What the fuck is he singing? Kinda catchy."

"I have no idea." He said, shrugging the best he could.

"Inori no koe nado kakikesare! Opus transit in otium! Kono ai sae majutsu to yobu no nara! Penitenziagite! Penitenziagite!"

"Well goodnight Anthony. Say goodnight Lucien."

"Goodnight –hic- Lucien!" the young man said in a slight slur and a grin as he waved at the bartender before going back to singing, "Nikushimi no honoo wo hanatsu ga ii! La mortz est super nos! Penitenziagite! Penitenziagite! …Wait, no that's wrong –hic-."

Anthony shook his head and went back to wiping down the bar. "Penitenziagite. Penitenziagite." He muttered to himself before blinking and huffing. "Now I'm doing it."

"Lucien I know you like singing but quiet down okay?" Jason said to him, pushing the door open with his free shoulder.

"'kay Jason." He said with a hiccup. "Saa mite goran moeru you na sora wo. Saa wasureru na seigi no honoo wo. Aru tokoro ni majo ga itasou na. Aru ouji wo taburakashitasou na." he sang much more softly and Jason found he rather liked it compared to his much louder obnoxious singing. It fit him better really. "Miryou suru mahou ni torawareta mono no. Shiawase na toki wa sugisarishi. Juujika ni tsunagi akuma yobu."

"Night guys." Jason said, waving his hand to a few others leaving the bar as well.

"Penitenziagite! Penitenziagite!"

"What's that kid singing 'bout?" one man asked, looking annoyed at the sudden yelling.

"I don't know guys just ignore it and let him enjoy being drunk." Jason said, opening the truck door and setting his happily singing companion in the seat and buckling him in. "We're going to go to my house alright?"

"Ashiki jumon wo sakebu mae ni. Virtus migrat in vitium." He continued to sing softly with a smile on his face and a bright drunken flush on his cheeks. "Kano tsumi naru majutsu ni shinpan wo. Nunc cuncta rerum debita."

Jason shut the door, cutting off the signing as he walked around to the driver side. "Some people are happy drunks, some are touchy drunks and some are angry drunks." He said to himself getting into the driver's seat. "You turn out to be a signing drunk."

"-hic- I like Jason." Lucien slurred, his head rolling to the side and looking at him.

"Awe I like you too." Jason chuckled as he drove out of the parking lot.

When he got to his apartment, his shoulder was getting sore so he opted to carry the singing drunk bridal style. He set him down on the couch and tried to take off his poncho, but gave up when he fought him to much. "Alright, alright, yeesh." He grumbled, walking to the hall closet and getting a blanket for him. "You know they say a persons true self is revealed when they're drunk." He said draping the blanket on the now humming Lucien. "Apparently you share the same mind as Trevor."

Lucien chuckled and patted his head. "I like Trevor."

"He likes you too." Jason said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Do you feel sick at all?" he asked and received a shake of his head. Suddenly Lucien began to snicker and he raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"I have a seeeecret."

"Do you now?" Jason asked, his other eyebrow joining the first.

"Uh-huh. I can dooo things." He said pushing himself up on the couch with a grin. "With my mind."

"Oh." The brunette muttered. He had thought it was an actual secret, instead it was just the random ramblings of a first time drunk. "That's nice."

"Wanna see?"

"No Lu-Holy shit!" he was going to tell him no, but he had turned around and the stereo behind Lucien was floating up in the air. It surprised him so much that he fell onto the ground. "You're…doing that?" he asked slowly, pointing a shaky finger at the levitating stereo that was almost touching the ceiling.

Lucien grinned at him and nodded his head, the stereo suddenly falling down to the ground with a loud crash when he let out a loud hiccup. "Oops, sorry." He said with a sheepish grin.

Jason opened and shut his mouth. It seemed like all thought processes had come to a complete halt and that included forgetting to breathe. So when his head fell back on to the floor Lucien blinked his dazed eyes at him in confusion. "Jason?" he asked, reaching out and poking his chest, getting no response. "Jason are you dead?" he questioned, leaning to far over the couch and falling off and onto the unconscious man. "Whoops!" he laughed, pressing his head onto his friend's chest. "Whew! He's alive!" his laughing slowly died down and he kept his head pressed against Jason's chest, shutting his eyes and almost humming at the sound of a heartbeat. His mind drifted until he had fallen asleep.

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The first thing he was aware of waking up was the pounding headache beating like bongo drums between his temples. Ugh, so this is a hangover. He thought, making a face as he lifted his head, wondering why his neck felt so stiff. Lucien blinked his eyes seeing a stack of furniture in front of him, it appearing to be a make shift barricade. He tried to get up but felt his heart stop realizing he was tied to a chair. "What in the hell is this!" he yelled, pulling harshly at the duct tape binding his hands behind his back and tying his chest against the back of the chair. He stopped thrashing when his headache flared up and he groaned, hanging his head.

Hearing movement he looked up from under his bangs and blinked seeing Jason standing up from behind the barricade, wearing some kind of weird protective padding and holding up a metal broom.

"…What the fuck are you doing?" he asked blankly. "Untie me."

"No way. Not until you start talking." He said, his grip tightening on the broom in his hands.

"You have any idea how much of a dumbass you look like?"

"I don't care! Now tell me how you did that thing last night!" Jason demanded loudly, making Lucien flinch at the volume of his voice.

"What thing? What could I have done to make you flip your shit like this?" he grumbled, moving his hands around to try and get them out of the tape.

"You levitated my radio!" he shouted, pointing with the broom at the smashed radio.

Lucien tensed and muttered, "Oh shit." Under his breath. "See this is why I don't drink." He said louder and lifting his head to look at Jason tiredly. "I have telekinetic abilities. Now let me go."

"Are you an alien?" he asked pointing the broom at him.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" he deadpanned, his eyebrow starting to twitch. "I understand the barricade and the gear, but what the hell is with the broom? Going to sweep me to death? The horror."

"I-It was the best I got! Now start talking!" The brunette demanded again, fixing the football helmet on his head when it started to fall forward and cover his eyes.

"What do you want me to say! I have telekinesis and I'm not an alien! I just have it alright? I don't have any explanation for it!" Of course that was a lie, but it had to be said, if Jason flipped out this much just finding out he had telekinesis he couldn't begin to imagine his reaction if he told him that he was probably from another dimension. "Now would you please untie me! I feel like I'm going to puke."

"Did you lie about having amnesia?" Jason asked slowly walking out from behind the barricade.

Lucien sighed heavily and looked him straight in the eye. "No I didn't. I do have amnesia and stop being so damn jumpy. I can't use my powers with a hangover."

"…You really can't?" the other male asked, keeping as far away as possible and still pointing the broom at him.

"No. My powers require a lot of mental concentration and a clear mind. I have neither at the moment. Jason please untie me," he almost begged, looking up at him desperately and pulling at his restraints still. "I really don't like this."

The farm hand took a deep breath and shut his eyes tight. "Alright. Fine I'll untie you." He said after letting out a heavy breath, setting the broom against the wall and going over to the chair while pulling out a pocketknife. He cut the tape binding his feet to the legs of the chair, then the tape holding his chest to the chair. But paused at his hands. "You're going to hit me aren't you?"

"I was thinking in the stomach." He said, letting his head roll back and look up at him. "Did you have to freak out this much? If I wanted to hurt someone I would have done it already and I don't plan to hurt anyone. You saw how I was when I accidently blasted you."

"That was your telekinesis?" he asked in surprise before slapping a hand to his helmet covered head. "That explains why it was so hard and I didn't see a fist."

"I'm still sorry about that. It was a reflex." He muttered softly, bowing his head back down. "My emotions are linked to my ability. When I'm very, very scared or stressed it'll trigger itself, but other than that I have complete control of it."

"Is that why you're a robot half the time?" Lucien looked up at him and nodded. Jason was about to cut the tape binding his hands, but hesitated greatly. He stood up with a shake of his head. "I-I'm sorry Lucien but," he put the blade back into its handle and into his pocket. "I can't just yet."

Lucien took a deep breath before letting it out slowly and looking away. "I understand I suppose…I just thought you were better than that."

He frowned and walked back around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

One black eye looked up at him from under a mess of snow-white hair. "I think you know exactly what I mean." He said lowly.

The tension was suddenly broken by the soft buzzing sound coming from Jason's pocket. He pulled out his phone and swore seeing it was Andrew. "Damnit, probably calling to ask why I'm late." Without really thinking what he was doing he picked up the duct tape from the counter.

Lucien's eyes went wide and he tried to move his head away. "Don't you-Mmph!" the silver tape that was pressed over his mouth abruptly cut off his threat. I understand that he's freaking out about this, but this is just over kill. He thought while glaring bloody murder at Jason, wishing he could get himself free, but the pounding between his temples prevented it.

Jason ripped the strip of tape from the roll and tossed it aside before answering his phone, "Hey Andrew sorry I'm not there yet." He apologized, running a hand through his hair and pacing back and forth. "Huh? Oh no I'm fine! Lucien isn't doing to good after last night…Yeah he's got a hangover." He said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "I was thinking I'd take to day off and take care of him. Martha has enough to deal with and with Trevor running around it's not the best place for someone that's hung-over."

Lucien yanked on his bindings roughly, a muffled yell escaping through the tape as the chair tipped over and he fell down heavily onto the floor.

"Ah!" Jason jumped in surprise at the fall and said hurriedly into the phone, "He's puking, I gotta go!" he hung up his cell phone sticking it back into his pocket while going to Lucien's side. He was about to pick him up but stopped seeing his shoulders begin to shake. He hesitated for a moment before carefully moving away the hair that'd fallen over Lucien's face.

Teary eyes glared up at him before shutting tight and turning away to bury his face into the carpet.

Jason sat back on his haunches, a wave of guilt crashing over him. "Oh man…what the fuck am I doing?" he asked himself, running a hand over his face. He got back on his knees and turned Lucien's head back up and carefully removed the tape from his mouth. "I'm so, so sorry. I-I just-"

"Save it." The growl made him shut his mouth, his guilt increasing as Lucien continued to glare up at him. "I know. You panicked. You freaked out. Whatever the hell you want to call it. I was understanding at first, now I'm just pissed. Cut me loose and I'll fucking leave town, you won't ever have to see me again."

Jason reeled back in surprise slightly. "Hold on, I don't want you to leave town!"

"Coulda fooled me!" He snapped, wincing as the pain behind his eyes increased. "What the fuck do you want then? Huh?"

"I-I-I, don't know." The brunette said shakily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to leave, I know that much."

"I want to be untied." Lucien growled, jerking his entire body as best he could. "I don't want to have a hangover and I don't want my damn secret to be known!"

Jason took out his pocketknife and leaned over, him starting to cut the tape. "I'll keep your secret. I won't tell a soul." He said as he sawed the tape away.

"Yeah right!"

"I'm serious!" The brunette shouted, finished cutting the tape and helping Lucien to sit up away from the chair until the other male slapped his hands away from him. "I promise I'll keep your secret."

"That's a lie." Lucien sneered, not looking at him as he tried to stand up. He let out an 'oof' when he was pulled back down and pinned to the floor, Jason hovering over him and green eyes stared straight into black.

"I promise, I swear on my life that I will not tell one single soul about your…ability. I'll take it to my grave." He said in a very steady and firm tone of voice, never breaking eye contact. "I'm sorry for how I reacted to it."

Lucien remained silent for the longest time before turning his head to the side. "Fine. I won't leave town. But I don't forgive you yet."

Jason groaned and pressed his forehead against the small chest. "Great, I pissed off someone that could kill me with a thought."

Lucien rolled his eyes. "You clearly didn't learn about me enough yesterday when I hurt you." He saw Sunny's eyes appear in his shadow out of the corner of his eye and he glared at him, silently telling him to disappear again.

His eyes disappeared in time for Jason to lift his head with a sigh. "Well now what do we do?"

"How should I know? My headache is a fucking migraine now."