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*WARNING* This section, and maybe the next, depict violent,non consentual sex and rape. If you do not like these things in a story, do not read this part! Thank you for all you coments that were sent to me. they played a lage part in the writing of this section.
"You know where they are?" Nicks voice was deadly, he had lowered the gun , but still held it.
Colin nodded, looking at each face, as if deciding something. "The reason I decided t' show myself, was tha' I could get Hitchcock, but not before harm might come t' Father Callaghan. An' I decided I could no allow tha' t' hapen t' him."
"So you gave up your anonymity for this?" Sloan sounded both angry and relieved at the same time.
"Don' worry. I can trust these people not t' tell anyone what I look like." Colin looked Derek in the eyes, holding his attention. "Can't I?"
"Yes." Derek simply said, answering for his House. The black haired man was an enigma, but he was unmistakably Legacy.
"Where is he?" Nick asked, still wary.
"At th' abandoned Clearlake Medical Center. It's about twenty minutes from here by helicopter. I suggest we DON' waste any more time." Colin reguarded Nick intently, knowing he was not completely trusted.
"Then let us go." Derek made his decision quickly. "Alex..."
"Don't you even try to tell me to stay here Derek.....!" Alex began, but Colin stopped her.
"Miss Moreau, you will not be going. You do not want t' see what is going t' happen, and Philip will not want you t' see what happened t' him. He will need you here, when we get back." Colin touched her arm, "Trust me."
Alex shivered as images from what Colin had seen of Hitchcock and his ...tastes... entered her mind. She swayed, and Colin steadied her. She looked up into his eyes, knowing she had to stay. "I understand."
Colin turned and left the room without another word. Nick and Derek following bemusedly, no one got Alex to back down that quickly.
"Mr. Boyle?" Colin turned to look at Nick. "This will call for a great deal of stealth. It will also not be easy to get past his security."
"Easier than getting past mine, I hope!" Nick muttered, still pissed that a total stranger strolled right into the controll room and he never spotted a thing.
"I have the access codes t' every house in th' Legacy, it was easier with that, but yes, easier than getting in here would be. But not easy either." Colin smiled, the security here was the best he had seen so far. He actually had sweated this time.
"You have the sight?" Derek's question came out of the blue as they climbed into the chopper.
"Yes, in a couple of forms. I can see events as you can, but I can also focus on someone and sense where they are." Colin wondered why he was telling these people this, he hadn't 'talked' to anyone in almost 10 years, why start now. But he heeded his instincts and went on.
"A 'hound'" Nick said wryly, lifting the chopper off the ground.
"Just so." Colin sighed, it would be good to have a House to belong to for awhile, but he knew it could never be. He was a Hound, and a Hound he would be until he died. "Dr.Rayne.."
"Call me 'Derek', please." Derek interrupted.
Colin nodded in thanks, "Derek, we must hurry, I do not think Hitchcock will wait long to...."
Nick looked back, seeing the revulsion cover the Hound's face, "Rape him, you mean?"
"Yes." The answer was a fury filled whisper, and it promised death to whomever got in his way. "I will take care of Hitchcock, but I cannot divert any time to helping Father Callaghan, that is what I needed you for."
"Your going to kill him?" Derek raised an eyebrow, "Just like that?"
"It is my job." Colin looked steadily into Derek's eyes. "Do you not think it needs doing?"
"I just never liked the prospct of the Legacy having it's own 'death squad'." Derek admitted. To kill evil was one thing, but to execute people? That was another.
Colin just smiled a very tired smile and remained silent for the rest of the trip.
****
Hitchcock was enjoying himself, he moved the slender object down Philip's body, lightly touching the flesh of his posession. Philip had withered a little as his fear outweighed his arousal, but Hitchcock began stroking his cock again , using his other hand to move the object in place at the puckered opening.
Slowly, Philip's body began to become aroused again, and Hitchcock took that opportunity to slip the head of the dildo into Philip, noting the gasp and look of absolute terror on the expressive face.
Slowly, he inched it into place, stroking and rubbing the body to keep him aroused. Fondling balls and caressing the cock he pushed it in fully, the tip of it designed to stimulate the delicate gland. When it first hit it, Philip's back arched off the bed in reaction, and he gasped.
Hitchcock began manipulating the dildo in time to his strokes on Philip's cock, forcing arousal and bringing his prey to the edge.
Philip was lost in denial, the more Hitchcock made him feel, the more he retreated from reality. He thrashed his body, pulling the restraints hard enough to cut into his skin, making them bleed. His thrashing just made the object in his ass hit that spot over and over, defeating the purpose of his attempts.
Philip had pleaded for hit torturer to stop, but Hitchcock just laughed and told him to relax and enjoy. Philip couldn't, he had to stop this, but deep in his heart he knew it wouldn't stop. Ever. And the despair that washed over him, took the last of his defenses down.
Hirtchcock brought Philip right to the edge, then stroked his cock faster and plunged the dildo deeper and harder, causing him to throw Philip over the edge. Philip came with a scream of rage and denial. He hadn't wanted this act to happen, but he had been powerless to prevent it.
Seeing the thick come spurting from the twitching cock made Hitchcock lose all control. He was hard again and as Philip shook in the aftermath of his orgasm, Hitchcok placed his cock at Philip's opening and shoved savagely inside.
Philip screamed as the intruder split him open, the pain was nothing like he had dreamed, it was far worse. He could feel himself being torn open as Hitchcock brutally thrust as hard as he could into his victim. Over and over again. All Philip could do was scream. He had thought that maybe he could handle this, the dildo hadn't hurt too bad, but this was to much. He couldn't handle this. It defeated him.
And the screaming lasted for some time.
****
*Journal of Alex Moreau
I have NO idea what's going on anymore. A totl stranger waltzes right through all our security and whisks Derek and Nick away to find Philip. Somewhere in my heart I know he is on our side, but the sheer unbelievability of it all gets to me too.
Maybe it was what he showed me in his mind. He had seen Hitchcock do some terrible things, and I hope and prayed they got to Philip before he was added to the list of Hitchcock's 'conquests'. If they don't.... I don't know if Philip will ever be alright ever again.
Philip feels everything so strongly. He gives to someone or something until there is almost nothing left of himself to give. Then he gives more. He's my best friend, my confidant, my personal much wished for brother. He's my rock , but now maybe that rock has been broken. Is there any way to mend it?
I hope They find him, I hope Hitchcock pays for what he has done. But most of all I want my family home ...safe. And if this "Colin" can do it, then he is welcome here. He seemed so sad, but I was cut off from his mind before I could get any more person a sense of him.
In the end, I just want them home, safe. Is that too much to ask?
Journal closed*
Nick followed Derek up the small rise, Colin had long since disappeared over it. The silence in which the man moved stounded Nick. He was good. No. He was better than good. Nick shookhis head, as long as he could help them get Philip back he would follow him. But he didn't trust him.
"Over here." A whispered voice called almost silently on the breeze.
Nick looked at the direction it came from and saw Colin opening a door in the wall.
"How did you know this was here?" Derek asked, the door had been hidden by debris.
"This is not my first time here." Colin scanned the empty, dark corridor "The room they were preparing for Father Callaghan is to the left."
"Where are you going?" Derek garbbed his arm as he prepared to go to the right.
Colin efffortlessly pulled from his grasp. "I will find Hitchcock and take care of him."
"Your going to kill him?" Derek's eyes were hard.
"Actually, " Colin surprised them by saying "I was going to bring him back to the Legacy Council to be dealt with. Killing him would be too quick and painless an end."
Derek was stunned as Colin was quickly and silently away.
"Let's go find Philip." Nick pulls Derek in the indicated direction and they make their way down the corridor.
***
Hitchcock came with a satisfied moan. It had been everyting he had hoped for. All his dreams had been surpassed by the true sensations he had just experienced. As he stepped away, he noticed the stillness in which his victim lay. The screaming had stopped some time ago, but he had thought the good Father had learned to relax.
He walked up to peer into the face of his posession. His eyes held a vacant look, and his expression was blank. Hitchcock touched the face. No reaction. Annoyed, Hitchcock backhanded him. Again, no reaction. Feeling the fury well up into him, he strode to his clothes and put them on, then left the room without another look at the figure strapped to the table. He walked to the security room where his men were.
"I need two men to go clean up Father Callahan. Make sure he gets to his room after." Hitchcock spat and left the room. Philip Callaghan would not escape him that easily. Hitchcock would make him beg for his attentions.
****
Colin walked silently throughthe corridors. Hitchcock concentrated his operation on the ground floor, and turned the upstairs into living areas. Hitchcock had the whole third level to himself. Up ahead he heard voices and the sounds of a shower room. He silently crept up to the doorway.
He heard two voices and silently stole into the room. Then the shower turned off.
"Well, he's clean now." One voice said in a light tenor.
"Yeah, now lets get him up to his room." This voice was britone. "Man he was sure a screamer! I was sure we'd walk in their and he'd be dead. The boss ain't to kind to his toys."
"Yeah, tell me about it! But by the look on this guys face, he is broken. Not a single movement or change of expression. He just stares straight ahead. Think he's gonna be like this for good? Boss won't be pleased about that." They were dragging Philip from the shower, pausing only long enough to draw a pair of sweats onto him.
Colin made his decision. He sprung away fom his hiding place and knocked one of the men out. The other was carrying Philip over his shoulder. Colin hadn't liked the look of blood all over the shower floor.
"Put him down or die." Colin kept his voice mild, but he looked into the man's eyes and saw fear.
Wisely the man gently set Philip down. Colin moved faster than the man could track and knocked him out too. He tied them together and threw them into the shower stall. No one would see them in there.
He moved over to where Philip lay. It was just as they said. He was catationic. So deeply in shock his mind had simply shut down to preserve his sanity. Using all of his strength, he hauled the larger man into his arms and carried him from the room. Hitchcock would have to wait until he could find Nick and Derek and have them get Philip out of here.
****
Derek and Nick checked room after room. Nothing so far. Nick was beginning to think maybe Colin was setting them up, when Derek gasped suddenly and froze in the doorway of the next room.
Nick shoved him out of the way and then he too swore, and stared in shock.
A delivery table was the only piece of furniture in the room. It had restraints at the head and foot of it, the leg restraints were covered in blood. Hesitantly both me walked to the table. Blood pooled on the floor and the area where the hips would go. Derek reached a trembling hand out and touched one bloody restraint.
Images of Philip's ordeal flashed instantly into his mind. The fear and despair washing over him in a tide. Derek made ot Hitchcock's face as the torturer and then relived the first few moments of the actual rape. Shaking Derek broke contact and maoned. He felt sick to his stomach. He stumbled to a corner of the room and was quietly sick, only vaguely aware of Nick holding him. When he was done he turned and grabbed Nick into an embrace.
"Philip...." Derek tried to tell Nick, but the words stuck in his throat.
"Ahh, Derek. Mr.Boyle. So good of you to join us." Hitchcock's voice rang through thte room.
Nick whirled only to meet three men heavily armed in front fo the man he most wanted to kill.
"Drop the gun, boy." Hitchcock smirked "Our your lover dies."
Nick saw Hitchcock's gum pointed right at Derek's head.
Fuming, Nick did as he was bid, knowing there was nothing else he could do.
Two of the men rushed forward and grabbed Nick's arms, binding them with some rope. Hitchcock strode up to Derek.
"Well, well, well. It seems I might have my desert for tonite." Hitchock ran his eyes up and down Dereks frame. "Father Callaghan was as exquisite as I imagined he would be. But you Derek... this will be good. I will finally have my revenge upon you, and I'll need no curse or demon to do it."
"Touch him and you die." Nick struggled to get out of the arms of his captors. There was no way he would allow Derek to be violated by this maniac. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Colin slip into the room and set Philip down in a corner. Philip looked dead and Nick's fury grew white-hot.
"Oh Mr. Boyle." Hitchcock grabbed Derek's arm and threw him into the wall, then he pinned him there. "There is absolutely NOTHING you could do to stop me!"
"No." A quiet voice said from the doorway. "but I can!"
Hitchcock started at the unfamiliar voice. It took the guards too many precious moments to gather their wits and Colin was upon them. Nick found himself flung to the floor, helpless to do anything. Hitchcock was distracted as Derek kicked him in the groin. But before Derek could get away, Hitchcock slammed him into the floor and hit him over the head with his gun. Derek lay still on the floor.
Colin wasted no time with the first two, one he shot in the chest, the other in the abdomen. Both were out of commission. As he turned towards the third, he felt before he heard the shot that hit him. As he was propelled backwards he snapped off a last-ditch effort that hit the third man in the head, exiting out the back of his skull. Then Colin felt the blood flowing off his temple as he crashed to the floor, and then everything went dark.
Nick gasped as Colin fell. Derek was unconscious, Philip was probably dead, and now Colin. And here he was, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Helpless. He looked up at Hitchcock's large form. The older man had recovered from Derek's kick to find himself alone, but with no real opposition. Snarling he aimed a kick at Derek, hitting the older man in the ribs.
"Hitchcock!" Nick said warningly, struggling to undo his bonds.
"And what do you think you can do to stop me? Hmm?" Hitchcock laughed, the cruelty in it making Nick's blood go cold.
"Your a bastard, Hitchcock! I will get you for everything you have ever done to those I care about!" Nick felt one of the ropes start to give.
"Oh will you now?" Hitchcock strolled over and aimed his gun at Nick's head. "You know, I really don't need you alive. And just think of Derek's face when he sees you lying here in a pool of your own blood, dead!"
"You're sick!" Nick exclaimed, he wasn't going to get out of the ropes fast enough. He looked up into Hitchcock's face and knew his time was up.
****
Philip had retreated far into his mind to escape Hitchcock violent rape. He never noticed when Colin had rescued him, wasn't even aware of Colin putting him down in the shadowy corner. But one thing did pierce his tortured mind. Gunshots. Could Nick have come for him?
Forcing his way out of the abyss, he heard Nick's pained cry to leave Derek alone. Knowing Nick was in a bad position and Derek was possibly injured, gave Philip the courage to spring board himself back to the conscious world. The pain hit him first. He hurt so very badly, he wanted to sink back down into the darkness. But the sight of Derek on the floor and Nick helpless in front of Hitchcock, forced him to action.
Slowly, painfully he crawled across the floor to the nearest gun. A feeling of revulsion hit him the second it nestled into his palm. Philip hated guns. Ever since his childhood in Belfast he had learned to hate them. At one point he had vowed never to pick another one up again. But Derek and Nick's lives were worth any damnation he would receive.
Shakily he rose to his feet, ignoring as much of the pain in his body as he could. He pointed the gun at his torturer. "Leave him alone!" He shouted, the room went silent.
"What?" Hitchcock turned around to face the shaking Priest. Shock causing him to lower his gun a little.
"Don' even try t' raise that gun Hitchcock!" Philip's voice was filled with fury. "You'll not get it up in time."
"You're a Priest, you won't shoot me." Hitchcock said, but even he didn't believe it.
Nick frantically twisted the ropes, almost free. Seeing Philip alive had given him hope. The unsteadiness of his friend and the whiteness in his face, told the ex-SEAL Philip was not in very good shape. He wouldn't last long standing up.
"I'll do what I have t', you bastard!" Philip let all of his rage out into those words. "You'll not hurt another bein' as long as I live. I'll see t' that righ' now if I have to. So drop th' gun an' live another day, or die now."
"NO!" Nick cried, "Don't let him go , Philip!"
"I won't take his life, Nick, unless he tries t' harm you or Derek." Philip steadied his hand. "Or raises tha' weapon at m' again."
Hitchcock realized Philip would shoot him at the slightest provocation, and dropped the gun. Behind Philip, Derek began to stir, weakly sitting up and holding his head. Hitchcock started to move and Philip fired the gun at his feet. Hitchcock jumped back. "What are you doing?"
"I said I wouldn' kill ya." Philip said, voice devoid of any emotion. "but I didn't say I'd let ya go."
Nick felt the ropes release his hands just as Hitchcock made a desperate move towards the hidden door in the back of the room. Philip's gun went off and Hitchcock fell, grabbing his leg in agony. Nick got up and walked over to the violently trembling Priest. Gingerly he took the gun from his friend. Philip just let him do it. Then as if the moment had been timed just right, Philip's strength gave out and Nick was forced to catch him and gently lower him to the floor. He held his friend as wracking sobs shook him.
Derek walked over to Hitchcock and tied him up, doing nothing for the mans injury. Then he joined Nick and comforted their friend. When the sobs eased and Philip could regain his wits, they helped him to his feet. And both stared in shock.
Hitchcock was gone!
But so was Colin.
"Where is he?" Philip seemed on the verge of panic.
"Colin has him." Nick answered, wondering how the hell the man had gotten both himself AND Hitchcock out of the room without disturbing them. The man was scary!
"Colin?" Philip was puzzled, but way too tired and sore to really puruse the matter.
"A friend, Philip. A friend." Derek supplied to their injured friend. "One I hope you get a chance to meet someday."
"I'd just like t' go home now." Philip felt drained, like he could sleep forever.
Somewhere deep in his mind, he knew the threat of Hitchcock was gone forever. But the damage done was extensive. Philip realized as Nick and Derek led him to the helicopter, that he had survived the most horrifying thing he could imagine. He was alive. He knew the road would be long, but he didn't want Hitchcock to win, he wouldn't let this incident rule his life.
As the helicopter gently took off and flew towards home, both Nick and Derek knew Philip would not want to go to the hospital, they took turns looking back at Philip sleeping in the back of the chopper. He looked pale and injured, but not defeated. Somehow his spirit remained whole. A little cracked, but whole. They would make sure he got the best care he could need, but at the comfort of home, where he was safe.
Alex and Rachel ran out to meet the helicopter as it landed, and everyone helped their friend into the house, where he belonged.
*Journal of Nick Boyle
Philip is back, alive. Not well, but alive. I know he had the very worst of all his nightmares come true. And I couldn't protect him. I vowed Hitchcock would never lay another hand on him, and I failed.
Philip is mostly silent, preferring to work this out on his own, but he seems to be getting better. As long as no one grabs him, or touches him unexpectedly. Rachel says it might be months before he feels safe with someone touching him. Derek and I talked it over, whatever Philip needs to get through this, he will have. But it will take time. And patience.
God I hate those two words. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and have all his fears disappear.
A good start came today, Rachel had run tests on Philip to make sure Hitchcock didn't pass any diseases on to him, and the results came back. Hand delivered by none other than our resident ghost, Colin.
Not only is Philip clean, but he delivered a private message to Philip. After that, Philip relaxed a lot. I wonder what he said? Maybe Colin will stick around long enough for me to ask him.
That and ask him about how to beef up the damned security around here. He snuck in AGAIN, and handed Rachel the results in her bedroom! How does he do that?
One more odd thing. Philip is 100% NOT afraid of Colin. At any time, I wonder why that is?
Journal End
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Standard Disclaimer in part 1. Warning: some smut in this one...and BTW, any typos and grammer errors are part of the charm.... Due to a very busy life, spellchecks sometimes get forgotten...unless someone wants to volunteer to beta them for me. *sigh*
*Journal of a Hound
Well, it's over. another assignment resolved to the satisfaction of my employers. But I had one more obligation to fulfill before I moved on. If I chose to. After being shot, the bullet grazing my temple, I am on leave for the next three months. I have never taken it before, but I might now.
Hitchcock is under lock and key, probably wishing right now he was dead. But that wouldn't be right, he deserves to suffer. My own little personality flaw. I can not forgive a man who would violently rape a Priest. The more I see of Philip Callaghan and the SF house, the more I long for a home, family, and friends. They are a special group, with much love between all of them.
I owe Father Callaghan an explaination. I will not let nightmares of Hitchcock coming back for him haunt him another night. So I'm packing my bags , such as I ever do, and heading back to the SF area. I hope Nick hasn't gone too overboard with beefing up the security, I hate challenges on a concussion.
I think I'll grab Dr. Corrigans test results of Philip's and hand deliver them. THAT should prove interesting!
Journal Entry Closed.*
Rachel was sitting in her bedroom, looking over her examination records of Philip. He hade been hurt badly enough for her to want to take him to the hospital, but he had adamantly refused, growing almost paniced, so she had done the exam herself.
Rachel considered herself a gentle person, not really wishing harm on others, but what she saw, ,made her want to kill Hitchcock, but only after he had suffered. A lot. Alex had been there during the exam, holding Philip's hand. She could tell he was embarassed, but Alex wouldn't leave, and she had done alot to help Rachel convince him to take a light sedative and sleep all day.
But that had been yesterday, and Philip was trying to come to grips with himself all day. Rachel had run several blood tests and sent them to a private lab. She wanted to be sure he hadn't picked up anything in the way of diseases from Hitchcock. God, she hoped they were negative!
"Dr. Corigan?" A voice from a darkened corner of her room startled her.
"Wha.." She spun around. "Who the Hell are you?"
"I'm sorry for startling you," the man walked into the light. "My name is Colin."
Rachel looked at him suspiciously. "The man who helped Derek find Philip?"
"Yes, " Colin smiled, thenheld out a packet to her. "You test results on Father Callaghan. Since I was coming, I thought I 'd bring them to you."
"These weren't supposed to be done until tomorrow. How did you get them?" Rachel hesitantly took the offered packet.
"I finished the tests myself in their lab and brought them." Colin's grin grew wider at her dumbfounded expression. "Don't worry, another technician will be signed off on the paperwork, the tests are valid. He's clean."
Rachel scanned the tests and nodded, yes, all were negative. "I should tell Philip right away, I think he's still awake."
"He's in the garden, thinking. I saw him on my way in." Colin opened her door and gallantly escorted her to find the others, offering his arm. With a slight hesitation, she took it. What about this man put her so at ease?
****
Nick was staring out at the garden where Philip brooded. He wanted more than anything to comfort his friend, but knew it was too soon. Philip needed some space. He and Derek had been up all night, talking and just holding one another until they had finally fallen asleep.
Gentle arms encircled his torso and Nick leaned back into the embrace with a sigh. Derek laid his head on Nick's shoulder, looking out the window.
"Any change?" Derek sounded tired.
"No." Nick sighed, "He just sit's there. He almost can't walk right, I know he's in pain, but he won't let anyone help him."
"He's been through a terrible ordeal." Derek tigtened his hold on his lover and soulmate "Give him some time Nick. We'll be there for him when he needs us to be."
Nick twisted around and captured Derek's lips in a kiss. "I know." he said as he broke it off. "But I just hate it, seeing him in pain and not being able to do anything about it."
Derek nodded and caressed Nick's back. "As do I, but until he's ready, it would do more harm than good."
Nick turned around completely and pulled Derek into a hug, inhaling his scent and being comforted by the closeness. Derek smiled into his hair and pulled the younger man closer to him. The two stayed like that for awile.
"I hate to break this up." Rachel's hesitant voice came from the doorway.
Nick and Derek turned to face her and stared at who was by her side. "I don't suppose you could ever use the front door!" Nick said, annoyed.
"Sorry, Nick." Colin was unrepentant, "But I have to keep you guessing, don't I?"
"Guess this." Nick grumbled and Colin smiled wider. "What brings you back? Don't have anyone else to sneak up on this week?"
"I'm on leave. I suppose getting shot in the head qualifies as a medical problem, so I've been ordered to take some time off." Colin shrugged. "Besides, I have a message to deliver to Father Callaghan."
"Hitchcock?" Derek had to ask.
"You will never have to worry about him coming after Philip again." Colin's voice became hard. "He's ....regretting...his actions, even as we speak."
"What did you do to him?" Rachel asked.
"You REALLY don't want to know." Colin stated, and Derek shivered, imagining what the possibilities could be, and not liking what they were. "And yes, he's still alive. But he will never come back either."
Nick hardened his features, wanting Hitchcock to roast in Hell for what he did. Derek tightened the arm he had around Nick's shoulders and Nick relaxed a little. "Philip is in the garden, he might benifit from your news." Derek knew that Philip's dreams were still haunted by the prospect that Hitchcock might still be out there.
Colin nodded and walked out of the room.
"That man is really scary sometimes." Nick sighed, back to the security drawing board.
"He brought me Philip's test results. He's clean." Rachel shook her head. "He appeared out of nowhere right in my room!"
Nick cursed colorfully and Derek laughed. Rachel excused herself and left the room, needing to be with her daugheter who was doing homework with Alex upstairs. "Face it, love." Derek pulled Nick back into his arms. "He's too good, you'll have to ask him what he did to get in here."
Nick , still a little pre-ocupied, missed Derek's hand traveling towards his hips, until the precepts hand closed over his groin. Nick started and then looked up into Derek's eyes and smiled. "Besides, " Derek said huskily, "I can think of other things we could be doing right now."
"Oh yeah, boss?" Nick teased, running his hand up Dereks shirt and tweaking a nipple. "And what would that be?"
"Brat!" Derek breathed, leaning down and taking Nick's lips in a kiss. Derek had noticed Rachel had closed the door to the room and planned on taking full advantage of the situation. Nick didn't protest.
****
Philip sat on the cold stone bench in the garden, heedless of his stiffness. The events of the ferry, capture, and rape were still fresh in his mind. After the intitial penetration by Hitchcock, Philip remembered very little, for which he was grateful. Actually all his memories of that incident were fuzzy. He vaguely remembered shooting Hitchcock, and saving Nick's life. He remembered Derek lying on the floor. He tried to remember the man Nick called Colin, who had disappeared with his tormentor, and wondered what had happened.
Then a presence intruded on his senses. Philip thought it was probably Nick, coming to coax him inside again.
"Father Callaghan?" The voice was not Nick's.
Philip looked up and into the face of a man he remembered from long ago. A man who was supposed to have died!
"You!" Philip half-stood, startled, but then curious. "I thought you had been killed."
"My talents were turned t'...other persuits." Colin smiled weakly, he had hoped Philip had forgotten their previous meeting.
Philip shook his head and sat back down. "You were th' only one who truely regretted his deeds. You deserved a second chance."
"I was a murdering homicidal maniac, Philip." Colin sat next to him. "At th' time I had no concept o' right or wrong, or what I was doin'. But somethin' opened my eyes tha' day an made me see what I was. You did it Philip. You saved my life an' my soul from th' darkness."
"I did nothing but tell you about God. You did th' rest." Philip sighed, remembering the simpler days when his faith was whole. "Wha' did they do t' ya?"
"I was trained t' use my mental powers as best I could, controll them and not let them rule me or drive me insane again. Th' Legacy gave me a job t' do, an' I do it well. It's not pretty, it's not completely right, but I do help in m' own way. I try t' make it right."
"Hitchcock?" Phili pasked, his gaze piercing the bright blue eyes in front of him. "Is he dead? Did you kill him?"
"No, he's still alive." Colin looked away. "But you don' have t' worry about him anymore. He'll not trouble you further."
"I believe you." Philip sat in silence, brooding about his life. Colin sat with him.
****
Inside , Derek and Nick were well into thier own activities. Nick was completely naked and bent across the desk. Derek, who had lost his reserve with Nick's teasing, was sliding his cock into his lover, who was encouraging him with moans and please of 'more'. Derek had stepped out of his pants, but still wore his shirt. Feeling like they could be interrupted at any second, added to the excitement for them both.
"Oh yeah, Derek." Nick moaned as Derek sheathed himself fully in his young lover. "That's it."
"Is this what you want?" Derek pulled out and shoved back in.
His only response was a sigh of pleasure. Derek repeated the motion and Nick moaned, wiggling himself further onto Derek's cock. Derek was losing any semblance of control he had and picked up the pace, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit the gland that always sent Nick into ecstasy. Nick shouted as Derek found what he was looking for and his wild thrashing sent Derek's control out the door. Derek pounded into his lover, reveling in the cries of pleasure his movements brought. Nick's cock was trapped between himself and the desk, and the rubbing movements accentuated the pleasure for him. Soon Derek lost all control and came with a shout into Nick, filing him with his essence.
After Derek softened and slipped out, Nick turned over, his erection prominent. Derek mmediately descended upon it, licking the shaft and sucking his balls as his hand lovingly caressed the shaft. Nick moaned. This was how it ws meant to be. Suddenly Nick cried out as Derek engulfed his member into his mouth and sucked. The sensations were too much and Nick came.
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*Journal of Philip Callaghan
I feel like life is finally settling down. With all that I have been through lately, I havn't been back to the church, but I now the time is soon coming for me to deal with that obstacle. Nick, Derek, Rachel, Alex and even Kat have been incredibly supportive of me in this dark time.
I can say it now. I was raped. And it doesn't hurt near as bad as it did for the first few weeks after it happened. If anything, it has served to focus my thoughts, and made me realize what true love and friendship is,and what it feels like. I know once I get back to my duties at the church, counceling will have a new outlook for me. Now I know.
I have been spending time without resident 'Hound" Colin. It is in some ways gratifying he has a real life, even if his talents are being used sometimes to kill. The sheer violence and madness I saw in him when first met him has gone, been replaced by a thinking, rational being.
His sight no longer torments him, driving him insane. I am glad. Maybe someday he will not be forced to regain his freedom through violence. But as he says, he's neded. I don't want to agree, but I am forced to deal with it. I hope he sticks around for awhile, maybe we can convince him to join the house, get him out of the situation he's in.
Nick is still badgering him for his secrets, and I think Colin is more amused than anything. He and Nick have struck up a friendship. Alex likes him too. Who knows what the future will bring.
All I know is that I have forgiven myself. Step one to recovery.
Journal Entry Closed.*
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