After the kiss Ben and Jimmy stood together in silence, until jimmy shook his head and slipped from under the Older. Ben went to reach for his arm but he moved out the way. jimmy wiped his eyes and lifted his hands in the air.

"ben, we're not going to do this, I'm not going to do this." He sniffled,

ben shook his head and reached out running his thumb lightly across jimmys bottom lip. jimmy stepped back and frowned. This wasn't right. He was with Connor, someone who he knew would never hurt him, Connor loved him. He wouldn't be able to return the feeling. But just maybe…he could try.

"You have to go-…"

"jimmy don't act like this isn't right. You're lyi-…"

jimmy sighed heavily. "When I tried to let you know it was right you-"

"I wasn't ready for that jimmy! You can't blame me for not being ready, I was scared. I was terrified."

jimmy folded his arms and licked his lips. He and ben had gone through this before. He would tell ben how much he loved him, ben would bring all his walls up and they wouldn't get anywhere. He couldn't help but to think this time it was him. But things couldn't just change. He didn't love connor, but some feelings were there right? He wasn't with connor for just any reason.

"ben, my love should've been enough" jimmy said coldly. ben's jaw clenched before he spoke

"Well it wasn't jimmy! I don't think you're understanding that your love was hurting me, every time you looked at me it felt wrong" ben said pointing to himself. jimmy gaped and shook his head.

"ben wha-…" The door to the basement slammed shut and they both turned around to the sight of connor. He was soaking wet, his orange shirt sticking to his body showing off his toned body. His usually soft, short, tousled blonde hair was drenched and flat. His hands were balled into fist at his side and he was breathing heavily.

"You fucking slashed my tires!" He shouted in ben's direction. ben looked over to jimmy and shrugged his shoulders. connor walked quick and powerfully towards ben, grabbed his jacket collar and shoved him up against the hard wall of the basement.

"You slashed my tires so you could come here after I told you to stay away?!" he pulled his hand back and was obviously about to try and smash bens's face in before jimmy grabbed his arm and pulled him away. He pushed jimmy away from him and looked between him and ben.

"Your lips are red, and…fuck. You didn't." he said sadly. jimmy didn't have time to say anything between the time connor turned and punched ben in the jaw. ben stumbled back and rubbed at his jaw. connor wrenched his hand back and shook it.

"What the fuck! What do you have like metal plates in your face? Shit!" jimmy jumped in between the Hybrid and the naive man before ben could get his hands on him. connor grabbed jimmy and turned them away from ben. "You fucking kissed him didn't you?"

jimmy exhaled and shook his head "I…we-"

connor shook his head, getting water on jimmys face as he interrupted.

"jimmy I'm not mad at you, just fucking disappointed." jimmy brows knitted together. How could connor not be mad at him? He was the one who did wrong. He kissed ben back. They both looked over to ben when they heard him clear his throat.

connor stood up straight and cracked his knuckles, "Dude it hurts, but I'll gladly snuff you again if you don't leave".

ben raised his brows and looked over to jimmy almost as if to say 'I'm gonna bite his face off if you don't get him away from me'. jimmy took the hint and grabbed connor pulling him to his side. ben nodded and turned away before stopping in his tracks.

Dan Weaver was standing at the bottom of the steps looking at all of them with a grim look on his face. jimmy's heart almost came up his throat and out his mouth. A month after ben left he had told weaver everything. Everything. About ben and his relationship. Everything. Weaver swore he'd would take him of patrol forever if he didn't tell him what drove him to his attempted suicide. So jimmy gave in.w

weaver stepped off the bottom of the steps and gestured from connor to the steps.

"Go"

"But Dan, sir, I-"

"Connor go thats an order !" he yelled. connor glowered at ben before sulking up the steps and closing the door behind him. jimmy's lips moved to explain but weaver gave him a deadly glare signaling for him to keep his mouth shut. jimmy dropped his head and fiddled with his hands. ben closed his eyes and exhaled

"weaver. sir-"

"ben I swear if you say another word I'll shoot a hole through your chest" the weaver promised. ben shut his mouth but kept his eyes on weaver.

"You know, I've been playing over and over again what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. And it never got further than me filling you with bullets." He kept a deadly leer on ben.

"Do…do you know what you did to jimmy? I'm not even going to discuss how you raped him" jimmy's head sprung up, "Weaver!"

"JIMMY! Quiet!."

jimy couldn't. "He didn't rape me! That's not what happened!"

"jimmy!"

"Weaver!"

ben turned to weaver and shook his head. weaver continued.

"You took advantage of jimmyand made him do unspea-"

"I didn't make him do anything." ben said firmly. weaver walked until he was only inches from ben.

"Oh?"

"Weaver this is enough." jimmy chimed in. Weaver analyzed Ben's face before stepping back.

"get out Now!". ben looked at jimmy who wouldn't look his way then to weaver before nodding, walking up the steps and leaving.

jimmy started first.

"He didn't rape me", weaver scoffed

"Why are you defending him? Do you not remember the weeks of therapy and nightmares? How you would wake up screaming scaring people? Leaving in the middle of the night and going to the mason tent? Hoping he'd be there?" weaver was enunciating every word he said as if jimmy would miss them if he didn't.

"weaver I remember." jimmy whispered biting his inner cheek

"THEN . .HIM?" weaver shouted jabbing jimmy in the chest.

" . . DAN" Jimmy returned the jabs, weaver stumbled back and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't understand…this is…I shouldn't have to say this to you", He sighed and looked at jimmy with a livid stare

"You will not see him. You will not contact him. I will have one of popes berserker's checking to make sure you don't get within fifty feet of him". jimmy shook his head.

"You can't do that your not my dad waver..." he said softly trying not to hurt the man

"i know that jimmy! but jimmy honestly what the hell is wrong with you?" Jimmy flinched at his words

"You have connor who would probably put his life on the line for you I'm not-" he was interrupted by jimmy.

"Ok! You're right! Fine! I won't see him again. I don't even want to. How many fucking times do I have to tell the fucking world that I've moved on?!"

Weaver looked at him wide eyed, "Don't use that language with me!, if you've moved on and you actually care about yourself you'll stay away from that kid. Don't just say it. Prove it."

Dan Weaver rubbed his face tiredly and walked back up the steps. jimmy ran his fingers through his hair tugging on it in frustration before turning and kicking the rest of the dvd's off of the foot rest he was using as a surface. He turned around his face red and a heavy frown brandishing his face. He thought the door opening was weaver back to bash him more but it was connor. He sat on the floor leaning against one of the chairs bringing his head down to rest on his knees.

"I really don't feel like talking or seeing anyone"

"Then we don't have to talk. And don't look at me" he heard connor say as if his request wasn't abnormal. He felt the couch shift a bit on his back and a warm damp presence next to him. He groaned as he leaned over and rested his head on connors damp shoulder. After a few moments he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, for…you know."

He could feel connors shoulder rise and fall with a heavy exhale of breath.

"I said its ok. Let's not even talk about it".

jimmy nodded and closed his eyes nuzzling his head to find comfort on the muscular shoulder. He closed his eyes and all he could see was bens face, the moonlight reflecting off of the hollows of his cheek bones, his bright green eyes.

Do you trust me?