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Loyalty	By : Macx Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 1987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Loyalty
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 7
- 8
Barclay's face closed off, his eyes shutting down, and with a decisive
gesture he threw back the blanket.
"Then don't," he ground out.
He swung his legs off the couch and tried to get up. The operative word
was 'tried'. Dee saw the flinch, saw muscles cord and stand out against
the pale skin of his neck and face, and a soft sound of pain escaped the
older man's lips. One arm curled protectively closer to the injury, and
he flailed for a hold as the lance of agony unbalanced him.
Dee was out of the chair and at his brother's side in a flash.
"Ross!" he exclaimed, catching the stumbling man and easing him back
down.
Agony-filled eyes opened and stared at him, unable to understand while
the pain still raged through the abused body. Dee's hands were around his
brother's arms and he held the confused gaze. One of Barclay's hands dug
into Dee's forearm in turn, riding out the pain. The expression on the
pale face was almost fright, mixed with need, a battle between wanting
Dee here and not having him see the helplessness.
"S'okay," Dee murmured. "Just relax."
Finally the slender body sagged a little, easing back into the pillow
and Barclay breathed harshly, trying to cope with the remaining pain and
the adrenaline rush. Dee gazed at the man, meeting the slightly wavering
blue eyes. The need was still there, but Dee was scared of what that need
encompassed. He had learned so much about this man, someone he had thought
so cold and aloof sometimes, who he hated because of his position, his
oh-so-mighty attitude, the way he had confused and even dared to touch
Ryo � and he was just human after all. With the same fears and insecurities.
With a goal in life that had stemmed from a promise a child had made.
"You threw yourself in front of him," Dee whispered, still holding on
to the man. "You caught the bullet."
It was as if he was dealing with it again; for the first time actually.
He had never said it out loud. He had just realized it in a detached sort
of way.
Barclay was silent, just looking at him.
"You protected him," Dee said softly. "When I wasn't there."
"You can't always be there," was the rough reply and the blue eyes closed
in exhaustion.
"Neither can you."
"But we share the responsibility."
Dee smiled a little. Yes, they did. There had been a time in the past
when he would have fought teeth and claw against Ross Barclay to have Ryo
to himself. Now he knew he had his lover, his partner, and Barclay was�
a protector. Their ally. Their friend.
"I'm sorry," Dee murmured as he drew the blanket over the tired man.
"What for?" Barclay wanted to know, sounding exhausted.
"Take a pick." He shrugged, unsure. "There's a lot I threw at you and
you didn't deserve."
Barclay's lips twitched in the imitation of a smile. "I always admired
your openness, Dee. At least it gave me an idea where I stood with you."
"Yeah, well�" Another uncomfortable shrug. "I can't promise you anything
for the future, but I'll try to be better. I can't promise not to be jealous,
though."
"Understood."
Dee evaded the so very unguarded eyes. "I� I can't promise how I'll
deal with being your� brother outside these walls. I just can't�"
"You can't accept it?" was the weak question and the pain was no longer
just physical.
It stabbed into Dee and he winced. Oh God� when had it started to hurt?
"No, it's not that!" Latener blurted. "It's just� what my mind tells
me and what my gut reaction to you is� it's different. You're my brother,"
he added quickly. "I think that finally got through. I just�"
"We'll both need time," Barclay said softly, turning his head away.
Dee thought he detected a faint note of longing and hauntingly familiar,
very fatalistic acceptance. Barclay didn't expect him to come around and
ever treat him like family.
"Ross?"
Blue eyes widened at the now deliberate use of his first name.
"Give me time," Dee begged.
There was a long moment. A heartbeat, two, three, then Barclay finally
nodded. "I will."
It was a promise. A sincere one. As sincere as the one the six-year
old child Ross had made to his baby brother.
The looked at each other until Dee's discomfort rose to a critical level
and he had to detach himself physically from this man. He stepped back
and sank onto the chair, getting the necessary distance between them.
"Uhm, you need anything? Pain-killers? Something to drink?"
"No," came the faint reply. "Just tired."
Barclay fell asleep not much later, exhausted by the surge of pain,
the emotions, the whole talk. Dee settled back into watching the blond
man; watching as the lines eased a little; watching as he slept.
° ° °
Work had gone back to routine. There were the usual cases, the usual
pressure, and the usual bickering and bitching about bureaucratics. The
attack on Ryo and Barclay had become old news, though some still wondered
when the commissioner would be back. There were no news on when the man
was to be expected back in his office, but some argued that such wounds
took time to heal. Four weeks after the attack, their precinct was still
without a lieutenant and the higher ups finally appointed a temporary replacement.
The new man had to fight with the normal apprehension, suspicion and
distrust, but it was the first time Ryo saw a change in the men as well.
They were used to Barclay, to the smooth management of operations, the
availability of resources, the quick and effective dealings. The new guy,
George Anderson, was different. Ryo overheard Ted wishing Barclay was back,
Drake complaining about the slow way things were being handled, and the
Chief didn't look too happy with Anderson either. Even Dee was muttering
about the new man.
He smiled a little. Well, it showed that Barclay had finally been accepted
and that the men under him wanted him back.
Barclay in turn was trying to keep track of precinct matters, and he
had someone send him files, reviews, reports and more. He seemed to converse
with Anderson despite the fact that he was on sick leave, which didn't
help settle Anderson in. Well, that was the alpha male fight between them,
McLane mused. Either Anderson submitted to Barclay or Barclay would give
up and hand over the precinct to his temporary replacement for the time
of his sick leave.
It was after eight weeks that Barclay came back. The doctors had given
their okay; finally.
In those eight weeks, Dee had spent more time than Ryo would ever have
hoped with his older brother, and while they didn�t see eye to eye, there
was an improvement. Dee would never conform to Barclay�s style of command,
but Barclay in turn didn�t expect anything else.
"So, you okay with it?" Ryo asked as they sat together, snuggling on
the couch, watching lazy raindrops crawl across the window panes.
"Hm?"
"Barclay� being your brother�?"
"Nothing I can change about it anyway," was the gruff reply.
Ryo poked him playfully. "Dee�"
His lover sighed. "Okay, okay, yes, I'm fine with him. I mean� sure,
I can't change it, and he still gets to me more often than not, but�" A
small smile flitted over his features. "Well, it's nice to know I've got
family, you know." There was an almost wistful addition to his voice.
Ryo mirrored the smile. "Yes, I understand. Completely."
"Kinda makes them all your sisters-in-law, too."
"Kind of. If we were married."
"Bah. Just paperwork anyway." Dee grinned.
Ryo smiled more. "Yes, paperwork," he agreed softly. "So� any plans
with your big brother? Visiting the family? Holidays?"
Dee shuddered. "No, thanks. We might get along, but not that well. No
way am I going to some kind of Barclay family gathering. No!"
Ryo laughed, kissing him. "One step at a time. You'll be ready one day."
"No," Dee argued. "Never. Seeing him occasionally off work is enough."
Ryo smirked and rested his head against Dee's shoulder. He knew how
often Dee had been at Barclay's place while their commissioner had ben
injured. Even now he found his lover shooting glances at the blond, quickly
checking him. He wouldn't call him on that � yet. This relationship had
developed in leaps, but Dee still needed to adjust to many things.
Ryo knew they had time.
One step at a time�
- 7
- 8
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