"So, what do make of this Sarg?" the rookie cop asked. The Sergeant, painfully close to retirement, slightly overweight with a face like a bulldog, but with the kindness of a grandmother, pushed his glasses back up on his nose and sighed.

"It ain't right. That's what I make of it." He looked over at the rookie and continued. "I've been doing this a long time and I never have been able to get used to it. Kids, were talking about kids here ... gettin' killed. What the hell's going on? What kind of person goes around and shoots kids?" Another officer walked up to the Sergeant.

"Homophobic red necks."

"Huh?" asked the Sergeant turning toward the officer.

"I just got a statement from a lady who saw the whole thing. She works in the mall and was just leaving. She saw the boys in the parking lot and she said it looked like they were hugging or something. She assumed that they were two gay guys and thought nothing more about it until she saw a pick up truck with three men in the back pull up along side of them and just started shooting."

"Did she give a description of truck?"

"Yep, right down to the license plate."

"Put out an APB. I want those bastards bad. Nobody kills kids in my town, straight or gay ... nobody! Get on the radio right now."

"Scott! Scott! Can you hear me? Scott! Please answer me! Scott!" I tried with all my might to make contact. Then I remembered and relaxed. Jevic told me about using my mind and only my mind. Concentrate. Concentrate on Scott. Then I felt the black cloak surround me and welcome me, in a weird way, deep into its void. It was like I had entered a dream, everything was dark, but the space the blackness filled was huge. I could sense that Scott was somewhere nearby. I was getting closer. Concentrate. Still nothing but blackness. I knew that my time was short. I had to find him before ... before it was too late. And then I 'felt' him. I knew I was close. Suddenly I was being pulled ahead, faster and faster and then ... I clearly saw Scott and me playing on my swing set. We looked to be maybe eight or nine years old. We were running, laughing and having a great time. Then I saw Scott at a swimming pool. He was splashing and playing with ... Brandon. They both climbed out and I saw Brandon roughly push Scott to his knees. Then Brandon grabbed Scott's head and pulled Scott's face into his crotch. Bastard! The scene suddenly changed again. What the hell's going on here?

"Cameron." It was Jevic.

"I don't understand, Jevic. Am I seeing memories?"

"Yes. He's reliving lifetime memories. You must hurry to save him. Reach out to him, Cameron. Reach out and hold him tight." The scenes were changing faster now and I knew that time was running out. I pushed myself further, concentrating only on Scott, but the scenes started to fade.

"NO! I'm not going to lose you, Scott! I'm coming for you!" A tingly like sensation came over my mind. Then the sensation formed a small round ball and without any actual thought on my part, the sensation suddenly rocketed out from me toward the fading scenes. I watched in amazement as a sudden bright flash of light erased the memories and left me in total darkness. I could sense Scott. His very essence was right in front of me. He was trembling and held his head in his hands. I reached out and touched his shoulder. "Scott. I'm here. It's Cameron. You're going to be okay." He looked up at me. Tears were streaming down his face. I pulled him into a tight hug. "Now, Jevic! DO IT NOW!" I yelled out. A bolt of intense pain suddenly stuck us both. Scott and I fell to our knees, still holding each other tightly. The pain intensified to an almost unbearable level. I tightened my hug and held on for dear life. The pain continued to worsen until finally I could stand it no more. A sudden bright flash of light was the last thing I remembered.

"Clear!" The doctor shocked Scott again. The muscles of his body tightened, then relaxed, causing him involuntarily to arch his back up on the gurney.

"Normal sinus rhythm," called out the nurse.

"We're gonna lose him! Somebody get me some more blood! NOW!" screamed the doctor. He continued working furiously to clamp off bleeding blood vessels, but he was having trouble keeping up. For every one he clamped off, another three would suddenly appear.

"He's arrested again," a nurse called out.

"Paddles," said the doctor. Someone quickly handed him the paddles. "Clear!" And then he placed the paddles on Scott's chest and shocked him in another desperate attempt to jump start his heart.

"Normal sinus rhythm doctor," the nurse called out. The doctor went back to work on the blood vessels. His hands were deep inside Scott's chest as he worked to stop the bleeding. Slowly he became aware that his hands were getting warm. Warmer than they should be. And the warmth was growing ... growing to the point of being hot. He pulled his hands back and watched in amazement as blood vessels started repairing themselves. Holes in arteries just seemed to close up. In less then ten seconds, the bleeding had stopped completely. The doctor slowly reached back inside the wound. The heat was gone and the tissue was at its normal temperature. He shook his head in disbelief and then continued to repair the clamped off vessels.

An hour and half later, he emerged from the operating room and met with Scott's parents. He explained that Scott would be just fine. While explaining what he had done, he left out the part about the strange heat and the miraculous self-healing of the blood vessels. Scott would be in recovery for a couple of hours and then they could visit him.

I blinked my eyes open and looked up. The intense pain was gone. All that was left was a tingling sensation in my shoulder.

"Cameron." I knew the voice of my boyfriend and I turned and saw him sitting beside me. "You're okay now ... and so is Scott. I don't know how you did it, but you did and everybody's fine now."

"H-how long?"

"You've been asleep about an hour now. Let me get the doctor. I'm sure he'll want to see you." I smiled and nodded. Jevic walked out the door, only to return almost instantly with the doctor and Paulik.

"Well, seems like you handled things perfectly," the doctor said smiling. He looked at several panels on the wall, reading each of the different screens intently.

"Cameron," Paulik said softly. I looked up at him. He was smiling broadly. "You had us real worried there for a while son. I'm really happy that you're okay and that your friend is okay too. What you did was almost impossible. You actually pulled Scott back into life. He was at the crossing point and you saved him. The two of you will forever share a very special bond." I grinned and then looked over at Jevic.

"I already share a very special bond." Jevic smiled, blushed, and then bent over and gave me a quick kiss. "When can I get out of here?" The doctor walked over to the side of the bed.

"You're in perfect shape. I see no reason to keep you here. You'll probably be weak for little bit, but that's to be expected. I suggest a good meal and a good night's sleep."

"Great," I said as I started to sit up. Jevic gave me a hand and I stood up.

"You two go on back to the suite," started Paulik. "I have to go to a quick council meeting and then I'll stop by to see how you're doing." He paused a moment and then added, "And I'll knock this time." Jevic and I both blushed. "Now get outta here."

We walked back to the suite and Jevic whipped together a wonderful meal. It still amazes me that vegetarian food can taste so good. As we were walking back to the living room, he stopped me. I turned and faced my boyfriend.

"You really scared me. I thought for a minute that I might lose you and I hadn't said some things that I really need to say." He reached his arms around my waist and continued. "Cameron, I know that we haven't known each other very long, but to me it seems like I've known you all my life. I find that I think about you all the time. It hurts when we're apart, and when we're together, my stomach's doing back flips and my heart skips beats. I can clearly say, without any hesitation, that I love you." A tear rolled down his cheek and he continued. "I love you with everything that I am and in everyway I can. You, Cameron, make me a complete person." And with that, he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. Now it was my turn to shed a few tears. Jevic is such a beautiful person, inside and out.

"Jevic, I love you too. And I think that I'm beginning to understand just how much. I don't think that I can find the words to truly describe my feelings, but I do know this. I have never, ever, been happier in my whole life. You're always there for me, never leaving my side. And God knows I've needed you a lot in the past couple of days. You were always there, helping me, guiding me, teaching me, and ... loving me. I do love you Jevic and I always will." I kissed him gently. We held each other, both of us crying tears of joy. Both happy in the knowledge that we were in love. Suddenly Paulik appeared right beside us.

"Oh shit, I mean, oops ... I'm sorry. I was going to knock this time," he said, obviously embarrassed. But then he smiled and hugged us both. "You two remind me of your parents Cameron. They were so much in love and so devoted to each other. I'm sure they would be happy."

"Thank you ... dad," I said smiling. We all laughed and sat down on the couch. Jevic and I held hands.

"Cameron, the council wants to meet you. They want to put a face to the person I've been telling them about. They're very impressed with you, and trust me, they're a tough bunch to impress. Why don't you two get a good night's sleep and we'll meet with them in the morning."

"Okay, but what do they want?" I asked.

"Each member of the council is very powerful both politically and mentally. Each one has a specific power that he or she excels in. Combined, they are a great force. You seem to have much more than one strong single power that you're able to control. That makes you very special. That also makes you a target for the Talons. And, it also makes you a very powerful person that the council wants to make sure is on their side. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that it's so new, so strange. I'm doing things that I never even dreamed about. And I'm not really sure how to control any of it. I have these feelings that come up from nowhere and suddenly all kinds of things start to happen, but I don't think about it consciously. I mean, I don't say to myself, hey, send out a shock wave. It just kinda happens by itself, and that scares me." Paulik grinned.

"I know exactly how you feel. We all feel that way when our powers first manifest themselves. In time, you'll learn to control them and you'll probably become aware of some that you don't even know about. That's why it's important to get you some formal training. I had no idea that you could make a parallel physical connection, and we just experienced the consequences of that. So tomorrow after we meet with the council, I want you to meet with a friend of mine that specializes in people with exceptional powers. He'll tutor you and help you to develop your powers and to learn how to accurately control them. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah it does. I want to be able to control them. I can feel them inside me, but I just can't quite put my finger on what it is I'm feeling. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense. You two get some rest and I'll see you in the morning." And with that, he disappeared. I turned to Jevic and kissed his cheek. We looked at each other for a moment, peering into each other's souls. He leaned forward and our lips met. We kissed gently at first, and then my passion took over as I slipped my tongue into Jevic's mouth. My hands roamed down his chest and I could feel his strong muscles and tight stomach. I broke our kiss, quickly got up and facing Jevic, sat down on his lap. My legs on either side of his. Wrapping our arms around each other, we continued our erotic lip dance ... tongues and hands touching and feeling everything.

We broke our kiss and I grabbed Jevic's shirt, pulling it over his head. His skin is so soft, but the muscles underneath were hard as a rock. I was hard as a rock too. I unbuttoned the top button of his pants and slid his zipper down. Reaching inside, I gently took him into my hand for the very first time. The feeling was breath taking, hard and soft all at the same time. He moaned softly. Slowly slipping back off his lap, I moved on to my knees between his legs. I reached up behind him and grabbed his pants, desperately wanting to get them off. He rose up a little allowing me to pull them down. I took his hands into mine and pulled him to a standing position. He kicked his shoes off and I helped him get completely out of his pants. Now I had my boyfriend standing in front of me wearing nothing but his jockeys and his socks. I nuzzled up to him and kissed his hardness through the material. Oh what an intoxicating smell. Its heat radiated and it throbbed in anticipation. Then I licked at it seductively, looking up into his beautiful green eyes the whole time. I slowly started to pull his underwear down his muscular legs, starting in the back and then moving to the front. I was careful to gently lift the material over his dick before pulling his jockeys completely off. He kicked them to the side and I eased him back onto the couch. My hands caressed his thighs. My fingers slowly ran over his stomach and up to his chest. He was leaking heavily and I licked it up. My tongue, coated with his essence, took on a mind of its own as it moved down between his legs. I licked at his hairless sack and slowly sucked each ball into my mouth. Jevic gasped out loud, and then moaned deeply, urging me on. My tongue moved to the base of his cock and then slowly made its way up the seven inches to the dark purple head. I swirled my tongue around it and it jumped up and down, desperately wanting more. At that point in time, who was I to deny the pleasure that it would receive and that I would give. Simply making my boyfriend, no, my lover happy would in of itself please me. I took a deep breath and licked the head again. Slowly I took him into my mouth. The sensation was absolutely incredible. I used my hand to pull his cock toward me, making it easier to take more of him in. I glanced up into Jevic's eyes. They were wide open and a look of bliss was painted across his face. I took him in deeper, swirling my tongue all around the head and shaft. Deeper and deeper, until I could feel his pubic hair on my nose. I was a natural at this. No gagging, just pure pleasure. I worked up and down on his manhood for all I was worth. Jevic was breathing more quickly now and his moans became more animalistic. He started calling out my name and he ran his hands through my hair as I pleasured him. My own cock was throbbing inside my pants, screaming for attention. But I was giving one hundred percent of my attention to my lover's cock.

"I'm getting close. I'm getting close baby. Get ready!" Hell, I was born ready. Give it to me! I wrapped my lips even tighter around his shaft and my tongue worked its magic. "Oh God, Cameron!" The first shot went straight to the back of my throat. I thought I would gag, but somehow, my instincts took over and my lips and tongue milked spurt after spurt of creamy hot Jevic cum. I held him in my mouth until he started to soften and even then, my tongue bathed his shaft. Then I quickly stood up, dropped my pants and grabbed my cock. I pointed it straight at Jevic, gave it a few pumps and unloaded a humongous load of cum all over his chest and his stomach, hell one even hit his cheek. My knees suddenly weakened and I fell toward him. Jevic reached up and caught me in his arms, pulling me close and giving me little kisses all over my face. I could barely catch my breath. What a wonderful feeling! I gave Jevic little kisses back all over his face, licking my cum off his cheek. The pleasure ran deeper than the physical. It joined with the mental and with all the emotions running rampant through my heart. This is the way its supposed to be.

Brandon looked up as his father stumbled in the door, more drunk than usual. He slammed the door shut, turned toward the kitchen and stumbled toward the refrigerator for another beer. Brandon cringed in anticipation. His father always took out his frustrations on his son. And they were especially violent when his father was drunk.

"Brandon!" his father yelled out, stumbling back into the living room.

"Y-yes sir?" answered Brandon timidly.

"We really showed those faggots a thing or two tonight." He half sat and half fell into his favorite chair, sloshing some beer on the floor. "Hell yeah. Little bastards never knew what hit 'em," he said smiling. "Oh shit ... boy! Go down to the truck and get my gun. Do it right quick now. And you hurry back." Brandon quickly retrieved the gun and put it away in the closet.

"It's put away dad."

"Good, now sit down here a minute." Brandon sat quietly on the couch. "Boy, I been telling you about them faggots. They're out to get us all. To change us over. And I been fighting tooth and nail to keep that from happening to my family. Me and the boys went out tonight and we took care of a couple of them little shits. Now if anybody was to ask you, I been right here all night. You got that?" Brandon nodded. "Don't need no trouble with the law. They'll probably think it was a robbery or something. No count faggots. We shot 'em up pretty good."

"You what!?" Brandon exclaimed as he sat up on the edge of the couch.

"Don't take tone with me boy!" Brandon immediately cowered back on the couch. "I'm trying to protect you boy and that's the thanks I get? I go out and kill of couple of them faggots and you're gonna get an attitude with me? I don't think so! Which reminds me ... one of them faggots looked like your friend Scott. I always thought he was one of their kind."

"Scott! Y-you killed Scott?!" Brandon screamed at his father.

"SHUT UP!" his father yelled throwing his beer can and hitting Brandon in the chest. He jumped up and grabbed the boy by the collar and backhanded him across the face. "You don't talk to me like that!" Brandon knew what was next and he struggled desperately to get away. His father's fist caught him squarely on the cheek, knocking him back into the couch. Brandon was trapped. He couldn't get away. Another fist, another and another. He fought hard to get away, but his father held him securely and continued the beating.

The front door suddenly burst open. Three police officers came rushing in with guns drawn. Brandon's father jumped back and fell over the coffee table. The officers immediately rushed him, held him down and put him in handcuffs.

"You're under arrest asshole," one of them said. "For murder!" They roughly pulled him to his feet.

"I ain't done nothin'!" he yelled. "Ask my boy. I've been here all night. You tell 'em boy. I've been right here." The officers turned toward Brandon. He face was severely beaten. His lip was swollen and bleeding and his left eye had started to swell up. Brandon stared straight ahead with a blank expression.

"Looks to me like you've been using your boy for a punching bag. You okay son?"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with him. He just had a little accident," his father said. Brandon reached up and wiped the blood from his lip. He was trying to hold back the tears, but they rolled down his bruised cheeks anyway.

"Tell 'em boy. I've been here all night, right?" he father said. Years of physical and mental abuse had hardened Brandon, but right now all the hate toward his tormentor was rising to the surface.

"H-he just came home a little bit ago ... bragging about shooting faggots," Brandon said calmly.

"HE'S LYING!" screamed his father as he lunged toward Brandon. Two of the officers quickly grabbed him and held him back. "You little piece of shit! Tell 'em I've been here all night!" Brandon looked intently into the face of the man he had feared all of his life, the man that had given him nothing but hate, the man that had physically beaten him on almost a daily basis.

"The gun's in the closet. He made me bring in from the truck."

"NOOO!" his father screamed. "I've been here all night!" Even with handcuffs holding his hands behind his back, he lashed out at Brandon, trying to kick him, but the officers dragged him out the front door, still kicking and screaming. Brandon stared blankly ahead, waiting for it all to end. The other officer came over to the couch and sat down beside Brandon.

"I'd like to take you down to emergency room and let them fix you up. It looks like he hit you pretty hard." The officer's voice was kind and soothing and with the profane screams of his father fading into the background, the tears stated to flow down Brandon's cheeks. The officer put his arm around Brandon' shoulder and tried to comfort him. "Come on son. It's going to be okay now. He won't ever hurt you again."

Scott fought the grogginess that had a firm hold over him. His ears gave him the first clue as to what was going on. The steady beeps of the heart monitor told him where he was. Mustering all the strength he could find, he finally was able to blink his eyes open.

"Cameron," he mumbled, his mouth still refusing to come out of the fog. Just trying to say the name zapped him of his energy. Scott's mind strengthened and he pushed back the fog bank that held his memory prisoner. "Greg," he stammered when his memory started to come back. "Oh God, Greg!" He tried to sit up, but his body refused. He could hear the beeps of the heart monitor start to quicken. His memory came back in quick flashes, little snippets of what had happened. Scott concentrated, trying desperately to remember. "Cameron, you were in my head? What happened?" he thought to himself. His eyes blinked again and he glanced over to see a nurse walk in.

"Well, I see that you're finally waking up. That's good. You gave us quite a little scare young man."

"Greg," Scott said breathlessly. "W-where's Greg?" The nurse paused for a moment, frowned, and then went wide-eyed.

"I-I'll be right back," she stammered before rushing out of the room. Scott was left wondering what was going on, but the answer to his questions appeared at the door. He was dressed in the typical white doctor coat. He smiled gently and his face wrinkling up around his eyes. The gray hair was slightly mussed and the sparkling blue eyes behind the silver rimmed glasses looked friendly.

"How are you feeling Scott?" he asked as he walked over to the bedside.

"I'm ... I'm ... groggy." The doctor smiled down at him.

"That's normal. You'll be feeling fit as a fiddle in no time at all."

"That's good to hear. H-how's Greg?" The doctor's smile dimmed somewhat and then he took a deep breath.

"Greg was the other boy ... the one you were with?" Scott nodded. The doctor reached out his hand and gently took Scott's hand. Scott looked up and saw a small tear in the corner of the doctor's eye. All his emotions suddenly went into overdrive. His heart pounded in his chest and he could feel the tears welling up within him. His breath start to shorten and with tears streaming down his cheeks, he looked up at the doctor.

"Please, PLEASE tell me he's okay?" The doctor's hand tightened over Scott's. The doctor took a deep breath and then slowly shook his head.

The Sergeant looked up from his desk when the younger officer approached. He stopped writing his report and sat back. "So," he questioned.

"We've got 'em."

"Thank God. Where are they?"

"They're all downstairs in the holding tank and they're all asking for their lawyers. I overheard them laughing saying they'd be outta here in no time." The kindly old Sergeant slowly pushed himself back from his desk and stood up. He seemed a little misty eyed, like he was in thought about something that had happened years ago. Then he cleared his throat and looked at the officer.

"Where's Beckett?"

"He's getting ready to take statements." The Sergeant nodded and then walked directly to the door.

"I'll be downstairs if anybody wants me." And with that statement, he left the room. Memories flooded his mind. He saw his wife's face. The faces of his kids. And then the face of ... Mark. He hadn't thought of Mark in a long, long time, not since the war. Mark's face was as clear to his mind today as it was in the foxhole. They had clung to each other as the bombs blasted around them. They had bonded. They had faced death together. And they did it many times, until ... Mark didn't suffer through the agony of war anymore. The bond they had shared was intense. They had loved and cared for each other. Watching each other's back. The Sergeant made his way down the stairs and into the lockup area.

"Where are they?" he asked the jailer. The jailer nodded toward the holding cell and the Sergeant walked over. He looked through he bars at the six men and immediately recognized the pastor of his church. Then he saw his friend Ben. He looked into their faces and saw no remorse. They were ... happy. Glad. Even joyful for doing what they had done.

"Paul," called out Ben. "We really showed those faggots." The Sergeant just slowly shook his head.

"I'm sure that your wife and Brandon are real proud of you Ben. You just snuffed out the lives of two kids. KIDS!' he shouted. The Sergeant was seething. "I thought I knew you Ben and now ... I know that I never knew you. You're sick. You need help."

"Whoa there Paul," Ben started.

"SHUT UP!" he shouted. "You're the blight on society. You're the disease that needs to be cured. My God man, you're out there killing children. CHILDREN!" The men behind the bars looked blankly at the Sergeant. They showed no emotion. They just stood there looking at the Sergeant. The tears slowly made their way to his eyes and he slowly shook his head. "What could you have possibly been thinking? Why do you feel it necessary to declare war on people who mean you no harm? Just because they choose to love someone who you don't approve of ... gives you the right to take their life? I hate to tell you this, but that's not how it's supposed to be. You don't have the right. And you know what makes me the sickest? You all proclaim to be Christians. Let me ask you something? What would Jesus think of you right now? Huh? WHAT WOULD HE THINK?!"

"Cameron. Cameron. It's time to wake up baby." I blinked my eyes open, looked into my lover's eyes and smiled. He gave me a quick kiss. "Good morning."

"Hey," I said softly as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his naked body closer. My morning hardness met his and a surge of passion rushed through me. "Mmmm, feels good."

"Don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I can finish it. I think I proved that last night." Jevic smiled and a blissful expression came across his face.

"Oh yes you certainly did," he purred. I pushed my hips forward, grinding my hardness into his. I kissed him deeply and our tongues got to know each other, again. Reaching down with both hands, I wrapped them around both of us and started to stroke. "Oh that's good," my lover moaned. The sensation of both of our cocks in my hands was awesome. Both of us were throbbing and leaking pre-cum. I stroked faster and more urgently. Jevic was moaning loudly and his breathing started to pick up. "This won't take long," he panted. I tightened my grip and stroked faster. I was close. It wouldn't be long now. Jevic reached up, grabbed me around the neck and kissed me hard just as we both started to cum. The hot spurts blasted across our chests and stomachs. I kept stroking and we kept on shooting. Finally we collapsed into each other's arms, coated in sticky cream. My breathing slowly returned to normal and I looked into Jevic's eyes.

"I love you," I whispered. He just smiled and kissed me quickly.

"I love you too. I guess we should take a shower."

"And change these sheets," I added. We both laughed and looked down at the cum stained sheets and the dried crispy critters on our bodies.

The warm shower felt good. I felt good ... rejuvenated. We sat down to eat breakfast and Paulik popped in.

"Good morning boys," he said. "How are you feeling today Cameron."

"Oh I feel just great," I said a little too enthusiastically. Realizing that I had, I immediately blushed. Paulik smiled broadly.

"Oh to be young and in love again," he simply stated. "Anyway, I wanted to remind you about our meeting with the council later this morning, but was mainly concerned about how you were feeling after your connection with Scott yesterday."

"I really do feel great. My energy is back. The tingling in my shoulder has stopped. And, well, I just feel real good right now, but I am concerned about Scott. I'd like to go see him. Do you think that would be a problem?" Paulik paused for a moment, apparently weighing out the risks.

"I guess that would be okay, but Jevic must go with you. I don't want you mind traveling by yourself yet, and besides, you never know what the Talons might be up to."

"Thank you Paulik. We won't be gone long. I just want to make sure he's okay. What time did you want me to meet with the council?"

"Let's see, it eight o'clock now. Say about eleven? Would that give you enough time for your visit?" I glanced over at Jevic and he nodded.

"That would be just fine."

"Great. I'll just meet you here a little before eleven o'clock." And then turning to his son, he continued. "Jevic, be real careful son. Keep a watch out and contact me if anything comes up."

"okay dad, no problem." Paulik smiled at us both and then ... poof ... he was gone.

"I'll never get used to that," I said.

"I can sense him coming, but he still kinda takes me by surprise."

"You can sense him coming?"

"Yeah. He has to establish a link to where he's going and when he does, I can usually sense him. Remember, it's all about your mind Cameron."

"I can't wait to meet this teacher guy this afternoon. Hopefully he'll be able to shed some light on a lot of this stuff, but right now, I want to go see Scott. Are you up for it?"

"Sure," he said. Jevic took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a quick kiss. "I want you to picture Scott in your mind. Don't try to communicate with him, just picture him, okay?" I nodded, closed my eyes and began to think about Scott. The weightless feeling came and went quickly. When I opened my eyes, we were standing in the corner of Scott's hospital room. I quickly glanced around. We were alone. Jevic and I walked over to Scott's bed. He was resting peacefully.

"Do you want to wake him up?" Jevic whispered.

"No, let's let him sleep," I whispered back. Scott's eyes snapped open. He looked straight at me and gasped out loud.

"Cameron! You were in my head and then ... Greg, oh my God, Greg ... he's ... he's dead Cameron. My baby's dead." Tears streamed down Scott's face. I leaned down and hugged him, my tears mixing with his. I held him tightly while we both sobbed. Jevic was rubbing my shoulders softly.

"I'm so sorry Scott. I'm so sorry," I whispered. Scott looked up at me through tear filled eyes.

"You were in my head. And then you came to me in my dreams. Cameron, what's going on?" I sat up and Scott saw Jevic for the first time. "W-who are you?"

"My name is Jevic. I'm Cameron's boyfriend," he said smiling broadly. Scott looked at me and then he looked back at Jevic and then he looked back at me again.

"Cameron, you've got a real cute boyfriend." Jevic blushed and I smiled proudly.

"Thanks Scott. How are you feeling ... physically?"

"I'm okay. The doctor says I lost a lot of blood and it'll take some time for me to build my strength back up. But I feel okay, I mean, I'm not in any pain or anything."

"Well that's good." There was a soft knocking at the door. We all turned to look as it was pushed slowly open. Then he stepped forward and walked in. It was ... Brandon.

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