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her hands. She needed a reality check and she needed it right now.
His homosexuality didn’t matter to her one bit. She had many gay friends in the Space Adventures’ club. She’d even gone to a gay wedding the year before where they’d all wore costumes, including one of the grooms.
Draco and Ace had to be the most beautiful gay couple in the whole world and how completely terrible they had to hide their love for one another. No wonder Ace avoided the office. Draco was living this very public life where he pretended to date women. It must be murder for them to keep up the duel life in addition to having to hide where they lived from the public.
She resolved then and there to always be as quietly supportive as she could be about their relationship. From this moment on, Draco would know whatever he needed outside of work to make things easier he would have it. That is, of course, after they dealt with the Organization, who had probably tried to kill them the day before and now, it turned out, had murdered Draco’s former Handler.
Forcing the melancholy away, she made herself instead focus on how completely wonderful it must be for Draco to come home at night to Ace, who would understand him as no one else could. Two Superheroes who had the same pressures, who could
‘get’ the other one’s needs and stresses. Another Superhero to hold, while you slept … .
Sighing—she promised herself for the last time—she picked up the phone to dial Ace’s cell. As Draco had predicted, the other man didn’t answer the phone. She hung up and located Draco’s home number on his computer. No one else had the number, but Draco had told her it was stored on his computer in the event of an emergency. She knew how to access it.
She dialed the number and waited.
After two rings, Ace answered. “It’s fucking bad enough I have to be up half the night because you’re jacking off and I have to hear it, now you can’t even let me get any goddamn sleep?”
She was silent. Heavens, she needed to say something. “Oh, god.”
“Shit.” She heard some fiddling around in the background, presumably Ace getting up. “Wendy, is that you? Shit. Why are you calling the home line from Draco’s desk?”
“There’s an emergency.” She tried not to croak.
“Is he dead?” There was no mistaking the change in Ace’s tone. He’d gone from annoyed to scared shitless in a heartbeat.
“No.” Wendy proceeded to tell him everything happening. “He wants you to get up and come over here.”
“On my way. Hell, for a second there, I thought we’d lost him. I couldn’t think of another emergency that would have put you at his desk.” He laughed, a hard cold sound that wasn’t mirthful, but almost sounded like sheer relief.
“I’m sorry, I would have started by telling you he was fine but you startled me with your greeting.”
“Yeah, about that. Look … .”
Just then the building began to shake. Wendy grabbed the desk. “Oh my god, Ace, the building. The whole building, it’s shaking.”
“What?”
“Earthquake.”
“We’re not having an earthquake. It’s not shaking here.”
Terror-stricken, Wendy watched the side of the building crumble to pieces as a giant claw broke through the bricks and mortar. She bellowed with horror.
Ace screamed into the phone. “What’s going on? Talk to me, Warner!”
The machine that had pulled the building apart now moved toward her. The giant claw looked like some kind of deranged cat paw as it entered through the gaping hole in the side of the building. Its focus was clear—it wanted her.
“Oh my god, Ace. It’s coming for me. A giant claw.”
“Warner, drop the phone and run. Run, Wendy.”
Leaping up, she ran for Draco’s door. She didn’t make it halfway across the office when the claw grabbed her. Shrieking, she jostled and bounced as it pulled her from the building and paused, twenty stories in the air.
She clung onto the unknown machine, cursing herself for
His homosexuality didn’t matter to her one bit. She had many gay friends in the Space Adventures’ club. She’d even gone to a gay wedding the year before where they’d all wore costumes, including one of the grooms.
Draco and Ace had to be the most beautiful gay couple in the whole world and how completely terrible they had to hide their love for one another. No wonder Ace avoided the office. Draco was living this very public life where he pretended to date women. It must be murder for them to keep up the duel life in addition to having to hide where they lived from the public.
She resolved then and there to always be as quietly supportive as she could be about their relationship. From this moment on, Draco would know whatever he needed outside of work to make things easier he would have it. That is, of course, after they dealt with the Organization, who had probably tried to kill them the day before and now, it turned out, had murdered Draco’s former Handler.
Forcing the melancholy away, she made herself instead focus on how completely wonderful it must be for Draco to come home at night to Ace, who would understand him as no one else could. Two Superheroes who had the same pressures, who could
‘get’ the other one’s needs and stresses. Another Superhero to hold, while you slept … .
Sighing—she promised herself for the last time—she picked up the phone to dial Ace’s cell. As Draco had predicted, the other man didn’t answer the phone. She hung up and located Draco’s home number on his computer. No one else had the number, but Draco had told her it was stored on his computer in the event of an emergency. She knew how to access it.
She dialed the number and waited.
After two rings, Ace answered. “It’s fucking bad enough I have to be up half the night because you’re jacking off and I have to hear it, now you can’t even let me get any goddamn sleep?”
She was silent. Heavens, she needed to say something. “Oh, god.”
“Shit.” She heard some fiddling around in the background, presumably Ace getting up. “Wendy, is that you? Shit. Why are you calling the home line from Draco’s desk?”
“There’s an emergency.” She tried not to croak.
“Is he dead?” There was no mistaking the change in Ace’s tone. He’d gone from annoyed to scared shitless in a heartbeat.
“No.” Wendy proceeded to tell him everything happening. “He wants you to get up and come over here.”
“On my way. Hell, for a second there, I thought we’d lost him. I couldn’t think of another emergency that would have put you at his desk.” He laughed, a hard cold sound that wasn’t mirthful, but almost sounded like sheer relief.
“I’m sorry, I would have started by telling you he was fine but you startled me with your greeting.”
“Yeah, about that. Look … .”
Just then the building began to shake. Wendy grabbed the desk. “Oh my god, Ace, the building. The whole building, it’s shaking.”
“What?”
“Earthquake.”
“We’re not having an earthquake. It’s not shaking here.”
Terror-stricken, Wendy watched the side of the building crumble to pieces as a giant claw broke through the bricks and mortar. She bellowed with horror.
Ace screamed into the phone. “What’s going on? Talk to me, Warner!”
The machine that had pulled the building apart now moved toward her. The giant claw looked like some kind of deranged cat paw as it entered through the gaping hole in the side of the building. Its focus was clear—it wanted her.
“Oh my god, Ace. It’s coming for me. A giant claw.”
“Warner, drop the phone and run. Run, Wendy.”
Leaping up, she ran for Draco’s door. She didn’t make it halfway across the office when the claw grabbed her. Shrieking, she jostled and bounced as it pulled her from the building and paused, twenty stories in the air.
She clung onto the unknown machine, cursing herself for
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