The referee grunted in his sleep, half curled, half folded into a fetal ball, not as much snoring as snerting.

His 'little' buddies', the music notes had taken the shape of a hand, swooped around the room like a hummingbird, grabbing the keys off the hook hanging from the ceiling.

One click, a careful cautious one and he was free of the jail cell attempt, cage fronted closet door.

'Ah wheeeewww, THANKS, guys!'

One third of the notes flickered, blue as the ocean.

'And girls! Sorry, I keep forgetting!'

One note, the bounciest, tugged at his 'borrowed' Bateman hair, dark colored shorn sheep.

This note was black and white and landed in Heath's hand with a very showoff-y flourish.

'You're like Jay Gee, I swear.'

The note shimmered and chirped.

Another, larger note flashed beside him, close to his ear. This one glowed neon green, alien green.

'And YOU, are alot like Drew. I'll call UFO.'

the music note seemed to bow and laugh.

The largest of all the notes, seemed to fuss at him, yanking his hair and ruined clothing, trying to hurry him along.

'Obvious who you remind me of.'

The note twinkled, sighed and relaxed.

'So what about Asleep Non-Beauty? We'll have to fight him, but I don't want to...to KILL anyone.'

the notes regrouped and talked amongst themselves, a tiny musical DX reunion, minus the dirty jokes.

Maybe not any dirty jokes.

They swirled around him then soaked into him, in some odd magical absorbent way.

He was glowing.

He was GLOWING, fucking bright, lit up the dark warehouse like sun rays.

this was his force field, would keep him from harm.

No one could touch him now.

ready to escape.

seth began to think of them, of the former overweight school nerd and the homeless dropout drug dealing Samoan as he tthought of his dogs.

He DID care about his dogs, which meant he was weak and pathetic, exactly the names his drunk mother had called him growing up.

Maybe...maybe he WAS a loving caring person after all.

But he didn't WANT to be. love was the worst thing, he knew that by watching the other couples, there were tears and arguing, he'd seen firsthand how vicious Randy got when Chris left on tour, how depressed and scowling Miz was minus his parkour crazed boyfriend, the emptiness of Joey without Lucky...

Joey...

HAD Joey claimed Dean as his own? Did he love him? And most of all, why did Seth even bother wondering if he didn't love them?!

Because...dammit all...because he DID love them, as much as his loved his dogs at home. Romes and Fatso were HIS boys, not any others.

Okay,okay so Roman had already found himself a man, total schitzo, yeah but Leo made him happy.

That left Banana Boy, or as Leo nicknamed him, the modern day Cactus Jack, which was of course referring to all the blood Dean had shed, all the life threatening danger he actually enjoyed he'd gone through, (though Leo looked more like Foley, face and beard).

Seth made a point to speak as moments after these thoughts, Dean had entered the rest room and they competed playfully in their favorite game, seeing who could take a whiz the furthest.

Urine wiped away, penises tucked carefully back in place and hands scrubbed soapy, it was The Right Time.

He spoke, ready to prove his mother wrong.

He WAS somebody, despite what she'd said.

'I have something to say.' Seth began and was happy, grateful and relieved when Dean turned to him to listen, caught on his every word.