Nothing is True. Everything is Connected.
Author: <span>Nicolaus Meridius</span>

Afternoon Fic: Cherik AU (Part 15)

So technically it’s not Afternoon, but while Advent has been going on, I’ve been working on the Cherik AU – Afternoon Fic.

On to the story!

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Part 1

Part 14 (Might want to re-read to catch up on the story)

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“Charles?” Erik groaned as he struggled to open his eyes. His head felt like it was filled with cotton.

“Take it easy, son.”

The voice was soothing, yet held a command to it. He opened his eyes, cringing at the light, after a few blinks he was able to focus. Standing above him was a middle-aged man with brown hair, with sideburns more grey than brown, and dark eyes that showed nothing but warmth and concern. He was wearing suit pants, a buttoned down shirt, covered with white doctor’s coat.

Erik smirked slightly when he saw the series of pencils in his top pocket instead of pens.

“How many pens did I destroy?” He asked voice sounding rough and unused. He shifted slightly, to realize he was still in his bed, not in a hospital. “How long have I been out?”

“Ten.” George smiled at him. “Pens. Ten pens you’ve destroyed. You would think I would’ve learned after the second, but I’m a creature of habit. You’re still in the big Manor House, in your room, and you’ve been out for five days, pushing into the sixth. You have some very worried friends, and I’m not sure if your Charles is going to try and smother or kiss you when he realizes you’re awake. By the way I’m your doctor, Gregory McMillian.”

Erik stared at him for a few moments. He was human, that he had no doubt, and he was talking to him about his mutation, and the fact Charles was his lover.

“How the hell did Charles find a human doctor in the middle of nowhere, who has no problem with the mutant thing, or the fact he’s my lover?” He frowned, as he raised his hand to block the sun coming through the large windows, noticing his own tattoo. “Let alone Jewish.”

“Well not all of us humans are bad.” He gave Erik a bright smile, who just frowned at him. “And not all of us are good. I’m sure you can say the same of your own kind.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would say Charles planted you purposely to prove his point.” Erik cringed as he felt his lungs convulse as he started coughing. The doctor eased him up, pushing pillows behind him, while taking Erik’s hand and holding it over his chest as he helped him through the coughing fit. “Thank You.”

“From what everyone has told me, coming from you that is high regards.” He settled down on the bed, taking his patients pulse. “Charles did bring me up to speed on mostly everything. I needed to know your medical history to treat you properly.”

“Why are you doing this? Is it the money?”

“I work in an inner city hospital, money isn’t why I do this.” He turned Erik’s arm over, finger traced the tattoo. He seemed to realize what he did and pulled back. “That was rude of me.”

“If not the money…”

“I trained to be a medic in the war, trial by fire on the beaches of Omaha.” He realized what Charles’ meant about Erik being prickly and didn’t easily make friends. “Liberated a few camps. It’s not something you forget.”

“The camps aren’t something anyone forgets. Or they shouldn’t or we will just end up with them again.” Erik studied the older man. “Though next time I doubt it will be Jews.”

“I hate to think you’re right.” He sighed, pulling out his stethoscope from his pocket, to listen to Erik’s breathing. He didn’t like the sound, still too congested and labored, but better than it had been. “The part of me who saw the camps thinks you are, but I’m hoping your Charles’ will prove us both wrong.”

“Only Charles could.” Erik tried to take a deep breath only to cringe in pain. “So how did you get here?”

“You’re friend Azazael stole me from the ER.”

Erik chuckled, only to end up coughing. “Welcome to the world of mutants.”

“It’s an interesting world.” He grabbed one of the pillows and held it up to Erik’s chest. “Hold this while coughing to steady yourself. Also keep your back to the headboard, or if you’re standing up against a wall. It will help you keep from bruising your ribs, and let that sternum you damaged heal.”

They spent a few minutes working through breathing exercises and lectures on how to not push the healing process. The doctor gave Erik a few pointed looks, and even tried to use Charles’ good name into making sure Erik behaved.

“How long was it until he got under your skin?” Erik asked, exhaustion already setting in.

“Not long.” He checked his pulse. “You should probably rest.”

“I’ve been asleep for five days.”

“Your body needed it.” Gregory pointed at him. “Seriously Erik, right now your body needs rest, food and rest. Helen has been working with the Jewish deli in town on recipes and so far I have to say her dishes are quite good.”

“What the hell has been going on while I’ve been out?” He demanded, not quite sure what Charles has been up to. Where there new people working at the Manor? Did he need to check security? Only Charles would let strangers wander around, human or mutant alike.

“Well if someone didn’t rip out the metal from their chest, they wouldn’t be asleep for the past five days!”

“And that would be my cue to find Azazael and have him drop me off at home.” Gregory patted Erik on the arm. “Good luck.”

“I could learn to tolerate you.”

“High regards for sure.” The doctor smiled, standing just in time for Charles to push past him and take his place. He watched silently as the young man fussed over his lover, hands gently running over his chest, and arms, then taking his hands, kissing them gently. “I’ll be by tomorrow to check on the patient.”

“Thank you.” Charles’ glanced back, a smile on his face. It was the first time he had seen that particular one. Gregory nodded and headed for the door, he paused and took a second look to see the two of them with their foreheads touching, whispering softly.

That was why he does what he does.

As he stepped outside, the rest of the ‘kids’ were waiting nearby. “Erik’s awake, grumpy and likely to ignore everything I said.”

“It’s like you know him.” Alex smirked, his relief evident in his relaxed posture.

They decided to leave the reunited couple alone, and head down into the kitchen. Helen had cookies, for the good doctor to take home, while Austin fixed a bunch of roses.

As they said their goodbyes, they were startled by a knock at the door.

“I take visitors aren’t common?” Gregory commented as he moved for the door.

“Usually Azazael just steals people for us.” Hank muttered, getting a look from the group.

The teleporter chuckled slapping the furred shoulder. “Look who dropped some balls.”

“Oh dear.” Helen gave them all a scathing look.

Gregory hushed them all, and opened the door. “Hello?”

“I’m sorry.” The young man stared at Gregory in shock. “I’m looking for Charles…”

Alex pushed past the doctor and stared in shock at the man in front of them. “Armando?”

“Hey! I did find the right place!” He beamed at Alex, reaching out to take his hand only to get pulled into a hug.

“How?” Hank asked shocked, yet happy to see him.

“Adapt to anything.” He smirked. “Just took me a while. The facility was completely empty, and when I discreetly asked around … I … well I figured there was a reason no one knew where you were.”

“Then how did you find us?” Raven asked, moving next to Alex. She had made sure Azazael, Janus and Angel stayed back. She wasn’t sure how Darwin would react to seeing Shaw’s helpers.

“I looked up Xavier, discovered there was a mansion out here in Westchester, and here I am.” He shrugged. “So want to catch me up on what’s going on?”

Hank looked at Alex, who glanced at Raven, who shrugged.

Alex rolled his eyes, stepped forward put his arm around his friends shoulder and moved him into the mansion. “So let’s start off with mom is pissed at dad for getting shot ….”

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Erik stared at Armando, who was wolfing down the left over sandwich and soup. He had to admit, Helen was a good cook, though it wasn’t quite his mother’s cooking. When Charles let him out of his room, he may seek her out and let her in on some of his mother’s recipes, it would be good to have them enjoyed by others like they should’ve been.

“So did they leave you alone with me, because there’s not much I can do to you?” He asked, smirking slightly. He had been shocked when Charles told him Darwin had re-appeared, and then laughed, until the coughing became too much.

“It would seem.” He gave Erik a bright smile. “Alex caught me up on everything that happened. I’m not sure if I’m pissed for missing it, or at the massive fuck up you all created.”

“Both.” Erik shifted, until he sat straight on the bed, letting his feet hit the floor.

“Dude last time you tried that, it all went to shit.” He stood and moved over to the bed, scales appearing for protection. The last time he startled the man, a lamp came out of nowhere.

“Moira isn’t here.” He held out his hand, and sighed. “Don’t make me ask.”

Darwin held out his hand, helping the older man stand up. “It’s good thing I can’t be killed.”

“Charles will be too busy yelling at me, so you can escape out the back.” Erik shuffled, snarling slightly at his inability to just get up and walk. It took a bit, but they made it out to the balcony. He leaned against the same railing, watching silently as the gardener wandered around. “He’s done a lot in the week he’s been here.”

“Seems nice.” Armando shrugged. “Janus’ has been helping him.”

“And how are you taking that?” He asked casually.

“That has been the harder adjustment.” He admitted easily. It had been a surprise to see the ‘enemy’ sitting for tea. “I get it, and well we all deserve second chances. Maybe even third and fourths.”

“You’ll do fine here.” Erik leaned against the railing, taking in the fresh air.

“Hello, Mr. Erik.” Austin waved up at him. “When you escape, there’s a nice spot in the Rose Garden for you to rest. Good morning sun, I made sure there was a bench.”

Erik waved back.

“We should get you back inside.” Armando held out his arm.

He pushed away from the banister, taking Armando’s hand as they headed back inside, only to find Charles waiting for them. Darwin’s eyes went wide in shock, and without hesitation, he handed Erik’s hand to Charles and ran for it.

“Erik…”

“Don’t Erik me.” He gripped Charles’ arm as they made their way back into the bedroom. “It was a small walk to the balcony, something Dr. Gregory said was good for me.” He settled into one of the chairs, sighing in exhaustion. “I hate this.”

“Well if you …”

“Don’t.” He gave his lover a look. “I’m not going to apologize for that. I needed them gone.”

“Stubborn asshole.” Erik smirked at him. “I had the dishes taken back to the kitchen, so how about a game of chess.”

“That I would like.” He sat up slightly smiling as Charles set up the board. “Maybe tomorrow I can have dinner with everyone.”

“You know you called them our kids.”

“I did not.” He glared at him over the board.

“Oh you did.” Charles smiled, leaning forward. “You’ve adopted them, and will do anything to protect them.”

Erik stared at him for a few moments. “I would do anything to protect them, but I’ll destroy the world to protect you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t my friend.” Charles sighed, but knew the truth when he heard it.

“It was good you dealt with Moira, I would’ve killed her.” He made a move on the game and sat back.

“I almost did.” Charles leaned back in his own chair. The moment reminded him of the last game they played right before they went to Cuba. This time, everything was different. “But I knew if she disappeared, they would come looking for her.”

“True.” He nodded in agreement. “So she proved my point, and your good doctor proved yours.”

“And?”

“Let’s build this school of yours. Give our kids a home.” Erik felt Charles’ content happiness settled over him. “But…” The telepath sighed, yet waved his hand for him to continue. “You can train them to control their powers, I will train them to defend themselves. You will not bitch at me, about security. I promise not to go out and start a revolution, but I damn will finish it if they bring one to our home.”

Charles studied him for a few moments, then stood and slid into his lap. He cupped Erik’s cheeks and kissed him with everything he had.

<<Together.>>

<<Always.>>

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This is technically the end of the story.  I do have at least two Timestamps to add onto this particular story, before moving on to the sequel.  Yes there is a sequel.  I hope everyone is enjoying the Afternoon Fics, it’s fun working on them, a nice palette cleanser from Sylum – plus it lets me dabble into other fandoms.

Coffee House Friday

Sylum's Coffee House Image

It’s the first Coffee House Friday of the New Year!

For this one we’re going to use it as Sylum Advent Reaction Post!

Lots of new characters, stories and videos.

So make sure to let the authors and artists know you liked their work!

The Eve of New Years Eve Bunny Extravaganza

Advent is usually very quiet, working on other projects, setting up ideas, events … etc for Sylum for the upcoming year.

There has been epic plotting sessions from time to time.

The Christmas/Boxing Day Bunny of 2015 was Epic enough that it changed where Sylum was going – instead of an ending we had the End of the Beginning.

This year’s Christmas was fairly quiet.  To the point we made the mistake of saying – ‘so what no major plotting session from Bob’

Big Mistake.

The eve before New Years Eve, there was a knock on the door and a box filled with bunnies.

It was an all day plotting EVENT!  No seriously starting at 9am, during coffee that lasted all the way into the night.  Maybe a stop for food and bathroom breaks, though I think a few bunnies snuck under the bathroom door.

It’s good plots.

Good stories.

Great characters.

Though SERIOUSLY!!

*stares at Bob and Bob 2 – who only smirk and run around on the couch*

Like I don’t have enough stuff to do!!

So to be the evil tease that I am … a few things that came from it.

Development of Heather’s networks of Pleasure Houses:  Additional Madams and one Master – in LA, DC, and London.

Junctions and Characters that bring together other storylines, that kind were hanging off the edge.

2 very interesting Triad pairings *cackles*

So what does a Scottish Exotic Animal Veterinarian, MI:6 Spy, American Cowboy, Revolutionary, Historian, and a Intergalactic Passport Control have in common…

Well you’ll just have to wait and see.

 

 

 

Sylum Inspiration: Roland Deschain

Oceania: Hunter

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For this year we’re doing specific themes for each month.  January is introduction of new male characters we’ve recently added to the wiki.

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Roland was born into slavery, on a plantation in South Carolina.  When the war broke out between the states, his father took the advantage and fled with him and his mother.  He found himself out west, moving from town to town.  His mother had taught him how to read, and his father taught him how to survive.

He learned quickly to use a gun, became known for his natural skills.

And when a posse came for him, he ran.

Roland ended up in Australia, if you ask him how, he really couldn’t tell you.  He used his skills to help those he could, and in time found himself protecting the aborigines and those who were being pushed out of their lands by wealthy men with power.

He kept to his father’s code:

I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.


I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.


I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

It was Jake who finally caught up with him, along with Dundee and Quigley.  They sat him down to explain about Vampires.  He was intrigued by the way they lived their lives, and protection they gave.

So he agreed to be Turned.

In Memoriam

As we come to the end of 2017, we take the moment for those we have lost.

*raises a glass*

Though you have gone from us

You will always be in our hearts

You will always be in our memories

And from that you are never truly gone

Sylum Advent 2017: December 31st

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Title: Past, Present, and Future
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: R
Summary: Jimmy knew from the moment he met Marty McFly he would protect him
Author’s Note: So this story sits between Clan War and Aftermath. It bridges a storyline that lands between them.
Sylum Timeline: 1985 … 1885
Arthist: Taibhrigh

Link to Archive

Sylum Advent 2017: December 29th

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Title: Waiting For Me To Catch Up
Characters/Pairings: Jeremiah Parks/Ray Kowalski; Benoit Franciscus; Ray Vecchio; Peter Parker; Original Characters; Members of Tallikut Clan
Rating: PG
Summary: When Jeremiah Parks returned to the city of his birth, his life was in such turmoil that he failed to realize the most important thing in the middle of all the chaos. Now he has to learn to open his life to someone new.


~ Chicago, Illinois, February 2005 ~

Sitting with his chin resting on his fist, Jeremiah Parks watched the snow beginning to accumulate on the branches outside his office window. An email from his Operations Manager containing the year end numbers on his clubs had put him in a contemplative mood. The numbers were remarkable considering he’d bought and remodeled one property, and sold one. If the next six months continued the same way, it might be time to think about the best city for this year’s club. He was sure something would drop him a clue.

Reaching for his coffee cup, the light flashed off the diamonds and sapphires embedded in the wide platinum band on his left hand. A soft smile lightened his mood thinking about all that happened in the past seven years, including a trip to Massachusetts two weeks ago. He’d have to talk with his Mate about where he wanted to take a honeymoon trip, or maybe he should make the trip a surprise.

Speaking of his Mate … Taking a look at his watch, Jeremy transferred his files to his tablet, and put everything else he needed in his case. Stopping by his PA’s desk, he told Rory he’d be working from home after he finished his appointments. First stop was the Clan’s estate where he sat down with Peter to go over the wedding and reception pictures they wanted to order. He also went over some information he’d picked up at the club, and informed the Lead Hunter his next stop was the FBI to meet with the Clan’s Head of Security.

Leaving Peter to his work, Jeremy was headed to the front door when Benoit stepped out of his office. The Clan Leader was also dealing with the aftermath of Victoria Metcalf’s latest foray into their lives. Ray Vecchio had found out about Vampires. Jeremy suspected Vecchio would soon be joining the ranks of the Clan, and wondered at what his reaction would be when he found out he was Benoit’s Mate.

“Jeremiah, how are things going?”

Benoit and Diefenbaker came out the office. Jeremy bent down to greet the half-wolf.

“Good. I just dropped off some information to Peter from my contacts, and ordered wedding pictures. I am on my way to see James and Eliot then headed home. I want to take Ray on a trip sometime in March … Sort of honeymoon/scouting trip for a new haven location.”

“Let Bob or Carolyn know when, and if the jet is available, you are welcome to its use.” Benoit offered.

“I appreciate that. The thought of Ray in an airplane full of people for an extended period of time is a scary thought, and that’s if we’re in first class.”

That drew a laugh from Benoit remembering Ray constantly moving, even when they were engaged in a stakeout. “I have a few hours, I believe I will go see Peter about your information.”

“How’s things going with your Ray?”

Said Ray popped out from behind Benoit. “I’m going to be Turned, or someone’s going to get a smack.” Vecchio growled.

“Congratulations?” Jeremy gave Benoit a questioning look.

A small negative shake of the head indicate the Clan Leader had not told Ray about being Mates.

“Ray will be pleased to have a new Clan brother.”

“Stanley will be … Oh crap, I’m the baby of the Clan.” Grumbling to himself, Ray headed for the kitchen.

“He’s going to realize after he is Turned, especially if you are his Sire.” Benoit ducked his head. “Oh, Benoit.” Jeremy lamented.

“There’s his family and background to consider.”

“He is not the first Italian Catholic to be Turned, or to have a male Mate.”

“I know that.” Benoit hissed. “What if he says, ‘No’?”

“What if he says, ‘Yes’? I missed out on six years my Mate because of willful blindness. Do not give up this gift because of your insecurities. Do not let Victoria win.”

“Once he is settled …”

Shaking his head, Jeremy turned to leave. “You’re definitely going to get that smack.”

“Give my regards to Ray.”

“Might want to use the penthouse … More privacy.” Jeremy chuckled as he waved over his shoulder.

“More privacy for what?” Ray asked as he came from the kitchen with a sandwich and cup of coffee.

Diefenbaker added his thoughts on the matter. “Not you, too.” Benoit huffed in exasperation before turning his attention to his partner.

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As he drove away from the diner near the FBI offices, Jeremy thoughts turned back to his Mate, and how he’d almost let something so precious slip through his fingers.

When his Sire, Victoria Metcalf, had kidnapped Detective Stanley Ray Kowalski, and showed up in Jeremy’s living room trying to find Benoit, he’d felt drawn the to the blond man. Suppressing his emotions in order to deal with Victoria’s insanity, and to keep anyone from dying, he didn’t realize what Ray was to him.

After Victoria was once again on the run, Kowalski had come to him for the job as General Manager of his Chicago club because he was tired of living undercover in his own life. Though they had become close friends in a short period of time, Jeremy was still dealing with his own traumas related to Chicago, so he’d returned to his home in New York City.

For the next six years, he’d only seen Ray once or twice a year, though they talked often on the phone. Because Ray was such a great manger, Jeremy only stayed in Chicago long enough to pat him on the back for a job well done because Javier was calling about case that needed his expertise.

Jeremy turned his thoughts back to his driving when traffic finally started to move. The snow was beginning to accumulate on the roads, trying the patience of Chicago rush hour drivers. Finally pulling into the garage next to the GTO, he shook off the show off his coat and boots before heading up the back stairs to the apartment that covered the third floor of the historic firehouse. Halfway up the steps, his sensitive nose picked up the smells of fresh bread, and a mouthwatering blend that meant his Mate had been busy this afternoon. In the time it took him to divest himself of his boots and heavy coat, his beloved had danced over the rugs, and slid across the wooden floor in sock feet to catch Jeremy around the neck for a kiss that thoroughly explored the inside of his mouth.

“I gave our information to Peter, Malone, and Ness. Now, I am going to put on something warm and comfy, until I need to go down to the club.”

“I could keep you warm and comfy.”

Pulling Ray in for another kiss that momentarily distracted the cook. Jeremy left the distracted blond standing in the kitchen as he darted around the corner to the master suite.

“Not buddies!” Was shouted down the hall after him.

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Jeremy spent most of his hours at the club moving between the underage side of the club, and the adult side. Each side had an area set aside where the psychologist could talk privately with anyone who sought him out. It also gave him an opportunity to observe the employees for problems, or perhaps someone needed recognition for outstanding work. No one paid a lot of attention to a watcher in the shadows, giving Jeremy an opportunity to watch for predators that might need dealt with. None of Jeremy’s people had tolerance for anyone who preyed on the patrons of Lost Children of the Blood.

Ray was his usual high energy self … Talking to the patrons, dancing to the jukebox, taking over the bar when their bartender got a call from his babysitter. Jeremy smiled when his Mate brought him a perfect Irish coffee, delivered with a kiss.

Seeing Ray’s wedding band flash in the bar lights, Jeremy’s thoughts were drawn to last year when he had fled from New York to Chicago after a particularly nasty undercover job in which he’d become a suspect. At the same time Kowalski called to say Benoit had found his Mate. The Tallikut Clan had converged on Chicago for fear history would repeat itself.

Once again focused on his Sire, Jeremy knew he needed to protect Ray, but had no time to examine why. He’d Fed from Ray on several occasions, but had been so tied up in his own issues, he failed to realize he’d started a Bond with his friend. It wasn’t until New Year’s Eve, when his fears had been quieted, and his mind clear that Jeremy realized what he’d been missing. With Ray in his arms as they danced across the club’s hardwood floor, he knew without a doubt the slender blond was his Mate.

The realization caused him to stop in the middle of the floor, and take the smiling mouth in a chaste kiss. When the kiss ended, Kowalski never missed a beat.

“It ain’t midnight, and I’m not complaining, but …”

Jeremy silenced the runaway words with another kiss. When the kiss ended, he placed his lips against Ray’s ear. “You are my Mate.”

It was Ray’s turn to stop. “If you’re messing with me, I’ll kick you in the head.”

“I am sorry I have been so blind.”

“How’s your eyesight now?”

“Perfect.”

Jeremy had called John Carter the next day, and three days later, Ray was Turned. Once John was satisfied everything was fine, and Ray had Fed from Chosen Ones to quell the Hunger, they kicked the Clan doctor out, and Ray had tackled him onto their king-sized bed.

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The inclement weather kept a lot of people home, or caused them to cut their evening short. There was no one to monitor in the playrooms, so he began sending people home around eleven. By one everyone had cleared out except the crew, and they had everything cleaned up, so Jeremy sent them home.

Standing at the door watching the snow covering the tracks in the parking lot, Jeremy felt arms wrap around his waist. Leaning back into the warmth of his Mate, Jeremy only had one question … “Where would you like to go for your honeymoon?”

~ TBC ~