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Chapter Eight
Healing Process
The Major had to force himself to return to his daily routine. The investigation into the Earl’s attack became bogged down in miles of red tape because of all the different government agencies involved. A British national attacked on German soil by Americans from an Air Base under NATO’s jurisdiction. Just as Klaus predicted, it was a bureaucratic nightmare in which he found himself squarely in the center simply because he was the owner of the property where the incident took place.
Eventually, things started to settle down and sort themselves out. Agent B turned out to be an excellent choice as the NATO liaison, smoothing many a fevered brow. Many of those involved commented on this, which he found amusing. It was nothing compared to his very demanding commanding officer.
Once the Major’s cabin was released as a crime scene, Agent G was reassigned to assist Z on hospital duty. Bonham and some of the others from Eroica’s gang arrived to look after the Earl, while the Agents remained as a very visible NATO presence.
A battery of tests were run on Dorian, all of which were inconclusive. His concussion may or may not be the cause of his amnesia. The psychiatric report was equally vague. When the Earl showed no signs of recovering the lost ten years, the Major arranged to meet with the doctor who had done the evaluation.
* * *
“I don’t know what you expect me to tell you, Major,” Doctor Westphal said as the officer took a seat. “I’m bound by confidentiality.”
“I’m counting on that, doctor,” the Major replied, “because what I have to say must remain in the strictest confidence.”
Westphal scowled. “I…don’t understand. I though you were here about Lord Gloria.”
“I am.” The Major drew a deep breath. “Ten years ago, the Earl and I…became lovers.”
The psychiatrist’s eyes widened and he sat back in his chair. “Exactly ten years ago?”
“The day after the date he gave when he woke up,” the Major replied.
The doctor sat thoughtfully a moment. Then he began asking questions, attempting to understand why the Earl would block out ten years of his life. It seemed that he had blocked out all the time he and the Major had spent together at the cabin, but the reason for this was still unknown. Finally, the doctor asked the circumstances surrounding the beginning of the relationship.
The Major shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The incident was embarrassing to say the least. He explained about the Earl’s relentless pursuit and his brainstorm surrounding how he planned to rid himself of the man. He went on to explain that the Earl had learned what he had done and taken steps to confront him during their meeting at the cabin. A confrontation in which the Major came very close to raping the Earl himself.
“You…raped the man?” Westphal said, trying not to sound as shocked as he was.
“Hell no,” the Major replied. “I came bloody close. It scared the shit out of him, though. And me.”
“Major, it’s entirely possible that Lord Gloria connected the two events when he was concussed.”
The Major’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Both events took place in the same room, yes?”
“Ye-es,” the Major replied slowly.
Westphal nodded, giving a small grunt. “Then I think the initial diagnosis of hysterical amnesia is a valid one. Lord Gloria seems to’ve blocked both events and all the time in between.”
The Major closed his eyes, sighing heavily. “Wonderful,” he moaned. “So…what’s the treatment?”
“I’m afraid the only treatment is time, Major. Until the Earl is ready to face what happened, his mind will block out what’s too painful for him to face.”
“Are you saying he might never remember?”
“Unfortunately, that is a possibility.” Westphal gave the officer a sympathetic look. “There are support groups you can contact for yourself, Major,” he said mildly.
The Major looked up sharply. “That would be very…difficult,” he replied. “Only three people, and now yourself, know anything about this.”
“There are on-line groups, Major,” the doctor replied. “You can attend anonymously.”
“I’ll think about it,” the officer said as he got to his feet.
“Major, the more information you have, the better you can help your partner.”
The Major turned back to look at him, giving him a piercing look. My partner. God, ten years—gone.
* * *
The Major appeared at the Earl’s room the day he was to be released from the hospital. The room was jammed with flowers and gifts, which were to be distributed to other patients after the Earl’s departure.
“Come to make sure I leave the country, Major?” Eroica said coolly. He was fully dressed and seated on the bed, patiently waiting for Bonham to arrive.
“I thought you were staying in Germany until…”
“I was making a joke,” Eroica sighed. “Not a very good one, apparently.”
“I’m here to see you get out of the hospital with a minimum of red tape,” the Major said mildly.
“Ah. Well, that makes sense.” Eroica waved a hand at a stack of official looking documents. “So far, I’ve received written and verbal apologies from your government, the American government, NATO headquarters, and the commanding officer of Geilenkirchen Air
Base,” he informed. “But not one bloody word from the bastards who put me here.”
Before he realized what he was saying, Klaus replied, “If it means anything, I’m sorry it happened.” His eyes were fixed in the distance, a pained look briefly flashed behind them.
Eroica’s mouth dropped open and he stared at the officer in stupefied amazement. “My God, was that actually a positive expression of concern for my well-being, Major?” he said sarcastically.
Anger briefly flashed across the Major’s face as he returned to reality. “Yes.”
“Why would you be sorry?”
“Because…” The Major fought to stay in control of himself. “Because among other things, it’s made you bitter.”
“I’ve lost ten years of my life! Wouldn’t you be bitter?”
Oh, God, Dorian, if only you knew what you were asking. Klaus met his gaze. “There are things that happened over the last ten years that…” He broke off, wondering how best to proceed. “That I’m sorry you’ve forgotten.”
“Really?” Eroica’s eyes narrowed.
Klaus decided to plow onward. “I spoke with your doctor…”
“Which one?”
“Doctor Westphal.”
“The shrink. Great. You’re talking to my shrink now. What did you tell him? I’m a sick pervert who should be locked up?”
“You’re being bitter again.”
“Sue me.”
Klaus sighed heavily. “Your memory loss starts the day before we met at the cabin.” He checked himself before adding “the first time.” In his present mood, the Earl would never believe it.
Eroica tossed his hair back and then regretted it, a hand going to his head. “So?”
“So…if you really want to get those ten years back…” Damn, why is this so hard? “Doctor Westphal suggested that we return there.”
“So I can confront you for the conniving bastard that you are again?”
“If you like.”
“Major…”
“Lord Gloria, events…did not play out as you believe.”
Eroica’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why? What happened?”
“I’m not gonna tell you more. You won’t believe me anyway. You either come back with me or you don’t. It’s up to you.” Please, Dorian, say you’ll come!
The Earl was silent a long time before he sighed heavily. “Do I have your word you won’t…do anything to me?”
Klaus was clearly horrified, his eyes widening. “Do you think I’m like those bloody Yanks?”
“You won’t hit me?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Even if I piss you off?”
Klaus gave him a sideways glance. Now the Earl was just baiting him. “Don’t piss me off.”
Eroica found he could not help but smile. Pissing off the Major was such a delightful pastime. And despite the fact that ten years had past since the incident with the drugs, it was still very fresh in the Earl’s mind. “Alright. I’ll go along with this, Major.
Although I don’t know what you hope to accomplish.”
I’m hoping to get my Dorian back, Klaus thought longingly. Before he could say anything, Bonham arrived and looked from the Major to the Earl and back.
“Was there something you needed, Major?” Bonham asked evenly.
The Major’s eyes flickered. “Just the address where Lord Gloria will be staying.” He turned his gaze to the Earl. “Your stingy bug will be delighted to know that NATO is picking up the cost of your medical expenses.”
Eroica’s eyebrows went up, a delighted smile coming to his face. “Then I must make sure I take my time to make a proper recovery.”
* * *
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