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Chapter Seven
A Bit Of A Problem
Z saw someone heading purposefully in the direction of the waiting room and sat up straighter. “Major,” he said warningly.
The Major’s eyes snapped open and he was instantly awake. “What?”
“Someone’s coming this way.”
Klaus turned to the door just as the doctor who had shooed him from the Earl’s room appeared, a grave expression on his face. The Major frowned as the man took a seat opposite him and then threw a quick glance in Z’s direction.
“Agent Z is one of my men, doctor,” the Major said in reply to the unspoken question. “He’ll be assisting in looking after the Earl until his own people arrive.”
The doctor nodded and then drew a deep breath. “I know you’re waiting to question the Earl, Major,” he began slowly.
Klaus’s eyebrows went up. He had not stated the reasons he had remained and was somewhat surprised to find everyone so willing to supply him with valid excuses.
“There’s…a bit of a problem, I’m afraid…” the doctor went on.
“Has Lord Gloria’s condition deteriorated?” the Major asked, having to fight the panic that suddenly rose up in him.
The doctor shook his head. “No, no. He’s quite stable. It’s just…he can’t remember anything.”
“Of the attack, you mean?”
The doctor shook his head again, explaining that Dorian had woken up while his dressings were being changed, and was at a complete loss as to how he came by his injuries. Considering the fact that he had suffered a concussion, the physician wasn’t too surprised. It was when he started asking some routine questions that the extent of the memory loss came out. “I asked him the date, and he was quite adamant in his reply.”
Klaus’s mouth dropped open when he heard the date Dorian had given. It was the day before their first meeting at the cabin. Before the Major had stopped trying to rid himself of the Englishman and had taken him as a lover.
“Is it permanent?” Klaus heard himself asking.
“No way of telling this soon,” the doctor replied. “We’ll have to run some more tests. See if there was any brain damage.”
Klaus sat back and thought this over, feeling what was left of his shattered world crumbling to dust. Ten years...gone in a matter of hours. I should’ve killed those bloody Yanks.
“I’m ordering a Psych evaluation, too,” the doctor was saying. “It’s more than likely the trauma triggered hysterical amnesia.”
The officer nodded as he got to his feet. Knowing what he did of Dorian’s fragile psyche, this seemed more likely. The Earl would have mentally retreated from the ugliness of the attack, although why he would blot out ten years was a mystery.
“Is it alright if I speak to him?” the Major asked.
“Major, he’s lost ten years,” the doctor pointed out.
“I’ve known him much longer than that.”
The physician considered and then shrugged. “Just try not to upset him too much,” he cautioned. “This has all been a bit of a shock.”
Klaus exchanged a knowing look with Z, who raised his eyebrows. The man didn’t know the half of it.
* * *
Z remained on guard in the hall while the Major went in to talk with Eroica.
The curtain had been pulled around the Earl’s bed and he jumped when the Major moved it aside. Dorian was still on his side and had a pillow pulled under his chest. He opened his eyes as the officer moved to the bedside. “Eroica…?”
Dorian looked at him, moaned, and closed his eyes. “Go away, Major. I’m too tired to fight with you.” This was apparently true, for he was asleep almost immediately.
* * *
When Agent A reappeared to give a status report, he found Z sitting patiently at the Earl’s bedside reading a book. Eroica was apparently sound asleep, as was the Major who was on one of the other beds in the room.
Z looked up when the door opened. He put down his book and went to the door, going out in the hall to speak with A, telling him of the doctor’s suspicions and that the Major wanted to question the Earl himself before drawing any conclusions.
A explained that when the Chief learned of the incident, he was going to have someone else assigned to handle the case. However, this changed when the commanding officer at the Air Base learned that the cabin owner was Iron Klaus, going on to insist that the Major be involved and requesting to meet with him, which Agent B was attempting to handle. On top of this, the US military wanted a debriefing with the Major as well.
A then told Z about G’s report from the cabin. Just as Z speculated, when the Earl’s belongings were discovered in the Major’s closet, the assumption was that he was doing the same thing he had done in Florence.
Z nodded, throwing a quick glance back at the door. “I think I’ll hold off telling the Major about G’s report until the Earl’s men get there,” he said mildly.
A agreed. “Speaking of which, tell the Major I was able to contact Bonham.” He thought a moment, glancing at the door. “Maybe we’ll be able to arrange for him to have the Earl’s things removed before the Major gets another look at his place.”
A small smile curled the edges of Z’s mouth. “I’ll discuss that with Bonham when he gets here.”
“Good.” A drew a deep breath. “This is really gonna be a mess, isn’t it?”
* * *
Eroica had woken briefly a few times, only to fall back asleep almost immediately. Z woke the Major at the time he requested and then passed on all the information from A. After this, the Major sent Z to get him some coffee and something to eat.
Z had not been gone five minutes when Eroica woke up. He looked at the man sitting at the bedside and groaned. “Oh, bugger, this is all I need,” he said, closing his eyes. “Come to gloat, Major?”
The words were like a dagger through Klaus’s heart. This was definitely not the time to go into their secret relationship. “Do you really believe I’m that petty?” the Major asked mildly.
“You’re joking? After what you did with that drug?”
Klaus sat back and nodded. That had indeed been a cruel trick to play on the Earl. “The doctor tells me you don’t remember what happened…” he began slowly.
Eroica tried to change position and winced. Even with all the painkillers he was getting, finding a comfortable position was next to impossible. “No, I don’t remember. The last thing I remember was getting ready to meet you at that bloody cabin. Next thing I know, I’m waking up here with a doctor telling me it’s ten years later and I’ve been
bloody raped,” he spat back.
Klaus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, lowering his eyes, which Dorian mistook for his previous discomfort pertaining to anything even remotely sexual in nature.
“You must’ve laughed your ass off when you heard what happened to me, Major,” Eroica went on venomously. “Did you think the perverted faggot finally got what he deserved?”
Klaus’s eyes snapped up, anger flashing in them. “I didn’t hear what happened to you, Lord Gloria. I walked in on it.”
Eroica blinked. “What…?”
“You were attacked at my cabin. When I arrived, they were in the middle of…” the Major’s words trailed off and he gave him a piercing look. “When I saw what they were doing to you, I wanted to kill them.”
Eroica’s mouth dropped open. “But you didn’t.”
“No. I broke one bastard’s jaw and the other one’s nose.”
The stunned Eroica studied the officer’s outraged expression a moment. The Major would go into protective mode at the strangest times, and the Earl found himself thankful that this had apparently been one of those times. “Then…I thank you for rescuing me, Major. I’m sure it was…distasteful for you to have to do that.” Dark green eyes remained locked on his face, an odd look flashing behind them. Self-loathing, perhaps? You’re really hating yourself for having to save me aren’t you, Major? Christ, I’ve lost ten years and it doesn’t seem to’ve made one bit of difference.
“Agent A has been in contact with Bonham,” the Major was saying. “Is there a message you wish him to pass along?”
Eroica winced as he shifted position again. Damnation, those buggers must’ve torn me apart. “You’re being very…accommodating, Major, considering…”
“Lord Gloria, you were attacked, beaten, and raped in my cabin by two idiot Yanks who went AWOL from a NATO Air Base,” the Major said succinctly. “I told the doctors that you’re a NATO contractor and my responsibility until your people get here.”
The Earl drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Then I supposed they should get here quickly so you won’t have to put up with me very long.”
“With NATO involved, I’ll have to ‘put up with you’ as you put it, until this is resolved.” Klaus got to his feet. It was all he could do not to take the other man in his arms and hold him, which would only serve to convince the Earl that he had lost his mind.
Eroica tried to put on a brave face. “Does that mean I’ll have the pleasure of your company from time to time, Major?”
“Very probably. They’re supposed to be moving you into a private room later on today.”
“Make sure you don’t lose me,” the Earl said with half-hearted playfulness.
Klaus gave him a pained look. I already have. He glanced at the door. “Agent Z will be looking after you until your people get here.”
Eroica gave a small grunt, pulling a pillow under himself and leaning forward. “Oh, sure. Now that I’m not a threat to your ‘good German boy’ you assign him to me.”
* * *
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