Jason Schuyler

Not even hesitating, slipping past the woman, eyes on Jason and not her. Fingers closing tightly over Jason's, clinging.

"I can do this, pup. I swear. I just... Don't pull punches do ya? Fuck...'

A little wide eyed, a little hungover and in complete shock.

"How can I explain bein lycan to someone that isn't? I mean... You can't understand what it's like. About havin another mind within yer own. One that... one that you can't always control."

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Slides to the end of the couch, pulling Gabe down to sit in front of him.

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Watching the boys settle on the sofa, watching every move, ever nuance, watching how they interact, how Gabriel treats Jason. All of it being stored away.

"I... I have a clue. Perhaps not the same but I'm a telepath and a mutant and I do understand losing control.'

Pausing, shaking her head.

"I didn't come here to accuse you. I came..."

Sighing, perching on the edge of the coffeetable, facing them.

"I came to find out if you are truly sorry. Leela wants me to help punish you. I... I refuse to not destroy you during it until I know that you are contrite, that you do know right from wrong and haven't just snowed Leela."

Staring right at him, no smile.

"I need to know that I shouldn't kill you right here, right now."

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Wrapt his arms around Gabriel, resting his head against the man's back.

Stiffens at Emma's words, trying to remember how to breathe.

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It hit her like a wall. The pain. The fear. That taste in the back of her throat like bile rising.

Bright eyes daring to Jason, looking at his posture, his movements. But she didn't need the visual. She could feel it. He was scared to death of losing this man.

Not flinching though her mind takes on a different tone in his.

I have to know, Jason. If he's the man you say he is, then I will do no more than Leela wants. I promise you.

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Nods, trying to relax, to think of anything else.

Sorry, Gorgeous. Thank you.

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His fingers close around Jason's, holding them tight. Feeling his lover so tight to his back, knowing his pain, his fear. Feeling it himself.

But unwilling to show it. Jason needed him strong right now. Needed him there. Not shuddering and trying to say goodbye before this woman snapped.

"Do what ya will, Darlin'. Prove it.Cause I know what's in my head and I know how sorry I am."

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Nodding, face emotionless as she slipped from the table, kneeling before the pair.

"I'm gonna touch your boyfriend, Sexy, don't hurt me.'

Trying so hard to smile even as her hands slid up Gabe's cheeks, moving to cradle his temples.

Eyes closing, shoulders slumping... a second before she goes rigid, shaking like electricity shot through her.

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Nods and closes his eyes, not wanting to watch.

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Trembling, the intrusion not hurting but.. he could feel it. Fingers tightening on Jason's, near painfully, perhaps breaking something. he didn't know. He couldn't think about it. He had to know Jason was there though. His. Still there.

Leela's face. Her Body. Heat. Pain. Need. Hunger. Flashes of color, motion, pain, drunken rage. And then the pain. Self loathing, the cut of silver into flesh, blood and pain and sex. Hatred. For himself. Suicidal thoughts. Worries for these people. Jason. And Leela. Scud. Lil. Lee. Sadness, a keening pain of heartache. Jason. Over and over again, Jason. And Leela. Her pain, his pain. His desire to make her happy, wanting to send her cars, pets, plants, jewelry. Anything. Knowing merely how to throw money at a problem. Seeking pain, wanting her to hurt him, to beat him. To even kill him. More. Not enough. None of it was enough.

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Bites his lip at the pain in his hand, feeling the smaller bones break, not caring.

Kisses the back of Gabriel's neck, lost as to how to help.

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Shaking, taking it all in, trying so hard to stop it but it was all there. His pain, his hatred for what he did, what he was, his need for retribution on himself, on the beast, anything to make it better.

Whimpering, yanking her hand back with a shudder. Pulling so hard she slammed her back into the coffee table, crying out with the pain.

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Jerks up at Emma's cry of pain, staring at her.

"Gorgeous? Emma, you okay?"

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"Yes, fine. Really.'

Ducking her head, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

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"No, you're not."

Reaches over with his free hand and takes her hand, pulling her towards the couch.

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"Shhhh. I'm okay. Really."

Shaking her head, blonde hair flying.

"Hard to live through that and not... I.. I won't hurt him."

The last whispered, moving stiffly, her back hurting.

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The pain real, sharp, all of the scabs that had healed over his pain had been torn apart and he was left with nothing to protect him from all of it.

Leela's cries, her pain. His... everything. All of it. Sobbing, head turned to press into the sofa, trying to smother the sound into the cushions.

A week of pain, of emotion, of hatred all being slammed into his concious mind in a single moment.

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Drops Emma's hand and wraps his arm around Gabriel, pulling him close. Closes his eyes, fighting not to breakdown himself.

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Rising, shakey, barely able to stand for a moment.

"I'll... I will do as Leela asks. No more. No less. Afterwards... Get help. Both of you. All of you. Please. Or let me wipe your minds. Live through it, survive, move on."

Leaning down, pressing a kiss to Jason's brow.

"Soon, Sexy. And then you can all heal. Take care of yourself. And him.'

Pushing away, feeling Jason's heart ache once more and whimpering as she moved to the door, needing to be home.

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Nods, hearing Emma leave. Holds Gabriel, shaking a bit.

"Love you."

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Gasping, trying to think, to not feel, to do anything but feel like a massive, throbbing nerve ending of self loathing.

"Love... Love you... Oh god..."

Biting out the words the best he could, twisting, snuffling like a hurt child as he wraps his arms tightly around Jason, clinging to him.

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Bites his lip again, managing not to wince at the pain in his hand. Kisses the top of Gabriel's head, rocking a bit. Finally pulls back a bit, kissing Gabe.

"Wanna curl up in bed? Bury ourselves under the covers and forget everyone exists for a while?"

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