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Fortuitous

Coughing Bryan turns and helps his lover from the partially collapsed tunnel.

Robert squeezes Bryan's hand and releases it to begin patting the dirt from his clothing. "It was fortuitous that the beam was there."

Bryan scrubs a hand through his hair, dust falling from the pale strands. "That's one way to put it, since even that was barely enough to save us."

His hands are gritty and Robert holds them away from his body. "We're alive. That's all that matters."

"True." Bryan strips off his tunic and turns it inside out before handing it to his lover. "The horses are gone."

Sighing Robert wipes his hands clean. "Then we shall start walking and hope they haven't gone very far."

With a groan Bryan stretches, back arching until it pops. "Just what we need to top off the day we've had. "

Robert hands the tunic back to his partner. "We should go."

Tunic draped over his shoulder Bryan falls into step with Robert. "Someone is trying to kill us, and you in particular."

"A matter I am aware of." Robert looks at Bryan. "After this I think we need to find them. I doubt we'll be so fortuitous in the aftermath."

Bryan rolls his shoulders, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "We'll make it quick. I don't want to do that again."

Board

The board slams into his forearm and Bryan shakes the shock away. He twists and drives his fist into the throat of the man attacking him. With a gurgle the man drops to the dirty warehouse floor.

Rubbing at his forearm Bryan steps over the twitching body and crosses to where his lover is sitting bound to a chair. "We need to stop meeting like this."

Robert looks at his lover. "And you need to stop getting hurt."

"He only hit me with a board. I'll be fine." Crouching down Bryan pulls the knife from his boot and begins cutting through the rope holding Robert. "Are you okay?"

As the ropes fall free Robert rubs at his wrists. "No worse than the last three times."

Sliding his knife home Bryan rubs at his arm again. "Let's go. I don't want to be here when he wakes up."

Robert pins his lover with a glare. "He hit you harder than you're letting on."

Bryan smiles. "I'll have a bruise but nothing is broken."

Shaking his head Robert starts across the floor. "I don't want you to complain when it starts to hurt later."

"Then I'll take something for it and you won't hear me complain." On his way past Bryan kicks the board across the floor."

Carnival

Kiril is practically vibrating with excitement as he takes in the carnival, the lights and sounds and Bryan rests his hand on Kiril's shoulder, squeezing lightly. "No running off. I don't care what you see, you stay at my side."

Reaching out Kiril takes Bryan's hand and nods, his dark eyes solemn. "Yes papa."

Bryan lets Kiril drag him through the crowd, the boy going on in his peculiar mix of English, Russian and German.

It's just the two of them today as Robert is caught up in an emergency meeting and they'd promised Kiril they could come to the carnival today.

The press of people around him is annoying and Bryan instead focuses on the happy bounce and chatter of his son. Years ago he never would have been caught in the press of this many bodies but Kiril and Robert have worked to calm him.

He picks Kiril up as they approach a large group of people. "What first?"

Kiril looks torn as he looks around, overwhelmed by everything.

Laughing Bryan ruffles Kiril's hair. "Okay. We're going to walk around one, not doing anything so we know what there is and then we'll make a decision from there."

"Okay." Kiril points. "That way."

Edging around a group of people Bryan heads the way Kiril his pointing him. He's going to have nightmares about carnivals.

Fog

The fog is thick, limiting visibility and Robert is glad Bryan is the one driving. "I hadn't expected it to be this bad."

Bryan smirks. "We've driven through worse. Oh wait, I've driven through worse."

Robert stretches his legs out and smiles. "Hardly my fault as your reflexes are better than mine."

"I'm so used." Bryan takes his hand off the wheel and reaches across the center console to touch Robert's knee. "No interruptions?"

Touching his fingers to the back of Bryan's hand Robert nods. "They know not to call me unless the company is in danger of imploding." He looks out the window at the encompassing whiteness. "Hopefully I remember where the turn is"

Bryan moves his hand and shifts gears. "Great, we'll be lost in the wilds until this burns off."

Robert rolls his eyes. "We will not. Once I see a sign I'll know exactly where we are and how far we have to go."

Fingers tapping the steering wheel Bryan grins. "Not sure how you're going to see anything in this unless it attaches to the windshield."

"I'd rather it didn't. We're on vacation and the last thing we need is to have to replace it."

Bryan glances at his lover. "I agree. Hopefully it won't last much longer."

Flying Colours

Bryan enters the office and drops into the chair across from his lover. "I passed all my tests with flying colours. No residual problems."

Robert sets his pen down and looks at his lover. Bryan is still pale and the bruise on the side of his face is green and yellow but other than that he looks healthy. "Good to know. Dinner to celebrate?"

Bryan grins. "Sure. You only ever take me the best places."

Nodding Robert picks his pen back up and goes back to work, knowing Bryan won't care. Despite his lover's assurance of his good health Robert can't help but worry. The auto accident that had landed his lover in the hospital for nearly a month had been horrific.

He starts when Bryan stand and he turns in his chair as the other man rounds the desk to stand between his legs.

Bryan touches his thumb to Robert's chin. "I'm fine. Moving still hurts a little but the tests are clean. No more worrying."

Robert rests his hands on Bryan's hips. "I can't help it."

Leaning down Bryan kisses him. "I'll try to avoid any further accidents. I'm going to go raid the kitchen. Let me know when you're ready for dinner."

Shoplifter

"Mr. Jurgen, we finally caught the shoplifter."

Robert turns, and ignoring his guards looks at the culprit. He's tall and lean, with bright, intelligent eyes and Robert knows there's something else going on.

"Leave us."

The guards hesitate before leaving the room.

Robert looks at the man across from him. "How many are you trying to support?"

If not for the quick flinch Robert would think he's on the wrong track.

The man shifts. "What makes you think that?"

Rounding the desk Robert stops in front of him. "First, I want a name, before we go any further and second, I know you're smart enough to not get caught."

"Bryan. And there's three of them."

Robert leans back against the desk. "I'm hoping shoplifting is a last resort."

Back ramrod straight Bryan nods. "It is. I'm not a fan of stealing but it's all for them."

Arms folded across his chest Robert sighs. "I'm willing to give you a chance to rectify this situation without involving law enforcement."

Bryan takes a half step back. "What do you want?"

"You and the children come and live with me where they'll have warmth and food while you work for me."

Bryan knows the Jurgen family is known for their charity and as much as it risk him to have to accept it, the children will be broke up if he's branded a shoplifter. "Fine."

Robert smiles.

Discrepancy

Removing his glasses Bryan pinches the bridge of his nose. "If I see one more discrepancy in this ledger I might throw it across the room."

Robert smiles as he signs a file before setting in on the stack of completed files at his elbow. "I would consider that a win if a ledger was all that met it's demise today."

With a grin Bryan stretches in his chair, arms pushed above his head. "I have such a terrible reputation."

Laughing Robert sets his own work on the big desk he shares with his lover. "I have no idea where you might have developed that reputation. Dare I ask how many issues you've found?"

"To be fair, the entire ledger is a discrepancy but some are worse than others. It doesn't help that some issues don't seem to go away no matter what I look at."

Robert smiles. "The end will come eventually."

Smirking Bryan picks his glasses up and puts them on. "It will, when I burn everything. I suppose I should get back to work since there's no rest for the wicked."

"Wicked you are falke. I suppose if you're going to work I should as well."

Bryan reopens the ledger and picks his pen up. "Exactly. If I have to suffer so do you."