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Title:<\/strong> Race Through Dark Places <\/p>\n Chapter 1 – \u2018t was the night before New Year<\/strong><\/p>\n December 31st, 2005 – Sylum Manor, New Orleans, Louisiana<\/p>\n \u201cWell, this is not exactly…\u201d Tony shrugged as he unlocked the door to the Art Gallery, still asking himself why he hadn\u2019t shown Jethro either his works, or his collection earlier in the year. But then, so much had happened, almost all at once, and for a while he hadn\u2019t exactly been sure what day it was, let alone how much he\u2019d ever told his Mate about the many elements of his life\u2019s experience. \u201cI mean, I was going to do this, but I\u2019m not all that sure how something like this is meant to happen. I was thinking maybe I\u2019d let you see it a bit at a time…\u201d<\/p>\n The New Year\u2019s Eve Masquerade Ball was just about to start downstairs, and the kilt he was wearing, itched in the most inappropriate places possible.<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t ready to give an art history tour.<\/p>\n Not even for Jethro, who had at least deigned to take off the Ray-Bans he was wearing in imitation of Horatio.<\/p>\n Tony couldn\u2019t recall where the ludicrous idea of everyone dressing in \u2018opposite\u2019 fashion had come from, but as he flicked on the Gallery lights and stood scratching his wool covered bare ass with both hands, he was totally blaming Speed.<\/p>\n From Jethro\u2019s perspective, it was akin to opening a box of the most gorgeously wrapped candies he\u2019d ever seen, and though his Mate\u2019s ass was certainly enticing, the display of fine art that was revealed before his thoroughly astonished eyes, left his mouth dropping open.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew you were an artist…\u201d he breathed, \u201cbut not like this.\u201d<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t meant to be an insult, and Tony understood that well enough. \u201cWhen the centuries start piling up, you realize there\u2019s plenty of time to master your interests.\u201d<\/p>\n He was dyslexic. There hadn\u2019t been a proper explanation for it until the late 19th Century, but once it was recognized, and then diagnosed, he knew what his problem was with reading and writing, and why he preferred expressing himself visually. It was just something he\u2019d always done, and something he\u2019d never fully understood until Speed had turned his sullen Irish attention to helping him get a grip on the problem.<\/p>\n Yes, his annoying little brother had been the one to sit him down and work out the best way to get him reading and writing with a degree of fluidity that was actually quite surprising.<\/p>\n All that time Speed spent with books, hadn\u2019t been lost in vain, and he\u2019d made him a pair of old-fashioned wire framed glasses with yellow tinted lenses, that drew his eyes to the words, and kept them there on the page. Along with patient tutoring in the use of a pointer to run along the lines, and hours spent reading aloud to his Papa, to Warrick, and even to Thomas, none of whom would criticize him for his feeling like a boy at school, he learned to appreciate words just for themselves. Sometimes the necessity for crispy yellow-hued legal pads to write on, focused his pen, and Tony found his dyslexia grew increasingly manageable.<\/p>\n He could hide it too.<\/p>\n Mostly.<\/p>\n Computers with slightly yellow tinted screens were a big help as technology advanced.<\/p>\n And yet, there were times when he more than happily turned his NCIS report writing over to McGeek, especially if he was tired or had a headache, or hadn\u2019t Fed quite right.<\/p>\n His Childe got it.<\/p>\n Which was more than a lot of people did.<\/p>\n Until Jethro.<\/p>\n Everything had changed with Jethro, who saw him always taking crime scene pictures, or drawing out the salient details he\u2019d need to remember later.<\/p>\n Jethro, who had subtly ensured he wasn\u2019t overloaded with too many files and documents.<\/p>\n Jethro.<\/p>\n His Mate.<\/p>\n Who got it.<\/p>\n And never judged him for it.<\/p>\n Tony had, in due turn, helped Speed learn to draw with proper perspective and a keener eye. It had hardly been simple, but if anything could be said to have been achieved in such a thing, it was that his brother\u2019s crime scene sketches now looked less like Laurence Lowry and more like Keith Haring.<\/p>\n Jethro began at what he naturally assumed to be the beginning, moving slowly away from the door, taking a path around the walls just as in any other gallery anywhere else in the world.<\/p>\n Tony shifted nervously, watching his Mate pause and linger at each image he discovered, taking his time, learning to see and to appreciate with better eyes than he had used in the past. For the artist, such moments were always a marvel, revealing those insights that only an audience can provide for those whose work was generally a solitary endeavor.<\/p>\n Through their Bond, Tony could sense equal parts astonishment and pride, which gave him a peculiar glow somewhere in his chest he couldn\u2019t properly identify. But it was one thing to show his family his paintings, and quite another to show Jethro.<\/p>\n They\u2019d hardly even talked about art.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t exactly the most frequently discussed topic at NCIS.<\/p>\n \u201cI hadn\u2019t taken you for an Impressionist…\u201d<\/p>\n Tony had been just about to open his mouth and explain to his Mate what he was seeing, and what motivated each painting, but he snapped his jaw shut with an audible clicking sound. He wanted to make a quip about being French, and having Impressionism in his genes, though his genes had come several centuries before Monet ever picked up a brush. \u201cYou know about Impressionism?\u201d No sooner did he say it, than he realized how ridiculous it sounded. \u201cI mean…\u201d he sighed again, \u201cI found the Impressionists helped me get a grip on light. But I hadn\u2019t taken you for appreciating much art. No, wait, that\u2019s not… I didn\u2019t know you knew about art.\u201d<\/p>\n Knowing it was better to stop rather than have to dig himself out of a bigger hole, Tony wondered if he\u2019d spent so much time trying to get Jethro to understand him, he\u2019d forgotten the importance of understanding Jethro.<\/p>\n \u201cYour work merits comment, whether from an approved source, or not.\u201d<\/p>\n Tony blushed, but nodded anyway, and scratched his ass some more. \u201cI don\u2019t know why it makes me so nervous letting you see this. Lots of other people have seen this over the years, and I\u2019ve been fine with it.\u201d<\/p>\n He coughed, wondering if it sounded like he was bragging.<\/p>\n Jethro ignored him, and focused on witnessing through Tony\u2019s art, many of the moments he\u2019d been hearing about from his Mate\u2019s own lips. Interspersed with them, were other works from both major and lesser known artists, each reflecting the themes on display. \u201cI get the feeling this is just a fraction of what you truly have.\u201d<\/p>\n Tony nodded with greater enthusiasm. \u201cI\u2019ve been collecting a while. And building experience. And, I should show you my Studio. I like to explore new ways to say things that words can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would like that,\u201d Jethro smiled. \u201cIf you\u2019re ready for me to see that much privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course! I mean, it\u2019s not like I\u2019m asking you to pose nude or anything. Not that… Well, not that I wouldn\u2019t mind. I mean, a sketch would be start. I know all your best bits after all…\u201d<\/p>\n It was Jethro\u2019s turn to blush. \u201cIn the summer,\u201d he muttered, \u201cwhen it\u2019s warmer.\u201d<\/p>\n Once he\u2019d made his way around the room, he turned his attention to the spiral staircase in the center of the floor. It was all New Orleans wrought iron style, painted black, with treads that bore the Fleur-de-Lis.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d Tony waved his left hand and gestured for him to go on up. \u201cFewer people are invited to see what\u2019s there. I don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n The second level of the gallery contained paintings of Tony\u2019s closest family and Clan members, starting with a full length portrait of none other than Nicolaus Valerius Meridius in Roman Military Uniform, complete with segmented armor, wolfskin cape, and red crested helmet. It suggested the artist had been looking somewhat slightly upward at him.<\/p>\n Jethro stared at it longer than any other painting that night.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s how I remember him,\u201d Tony whispered from just over his right ear. \u201cAs Elena. This is my father.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo much about him makes sense when you see this. He was so young.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cModern people don\u2019t usually appreciate that. We all grew up faster, the further back we go. It was just a part of living.\u201d<\/p>\n At the very back of the second floor, there was an alcove, across which a black velvet curtain had been drawn. It could potentially have led anywhere, up to and including the bathroom, but it didn\u2019t seem like something so mundane.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re going to need a deep breath, even though you don\u2019t technically need it,\u201d Tony muttered as he tried to scoot around him. \u201cJust pause for a second, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n He wanted to reach for the curtain first, but Jethro beat him too it, even more intrigued by his Mate\u2019s words.<\/p>\n Lights came on instantly inside the small space, that was big enough for just one person at a time to peruse the contents. LED bulbs that gave off no heat, and caused no damage, cast a strangely clinical atmosphere over what was in reality a positively spiritual moment.<\/p>\n There wasn\u2019t a sound, save for the noises emanating from the Ballroom downstairs.<\/p>\n Jethro\u2019s eyes widened, and he sucked in the breath his Mate had warned him he\u2019d need, as his stomach felt like it was about to hurtle down toward the Herb Garden.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you kidding me…?\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n Tony swallowed loudly enough to be heard two States over. \u201cNo. It\u2019s all real. I guarantee it. Every piece.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you even insure something like this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh…\u201d It took Jethro a moment to realize he was still holding onto the curtain he\u2019d moved aside.<\/p>\n It too hadn\u2019t made a sound.<\/p>\n There should\u2019ve been some Gregorian Chant playing on the speakers…<\/p>\n He blinked. \u201cThese are some of the most sought after… These are WANTED! These…\u201d<\/p>\n Tony watched him flail.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you STEAL these??\u201d he demanded. \u201cThey don\u2019t belong here!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf COURSE they belong here!\u201d Offended at the very suggestion that he\u2019d had anything to do with the recent history of the pieces he kept most highly prized, and most secretly hidden, Tony was incensed. \u201cAnd I\u2019m not the thief here, HE is!\u201d He gestured at what the world knew as \u2018Portrait of a Young Man\u2019 by Raphael Sanzio. \u201cI had this liberated from Hans Frank\u2019s chalet, by the artist, who right now is not going to have much use for it in a 6 by 6 prison cell!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Jethro drew his shoulder\u2019s back. \u201cRaphael is still alive?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s in jail?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor theft?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor being an idiot over a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n The two men paused at that point, contemplating various memories that were indeed simpatico with such a concept.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Van Gogh?\u201d Jethro pointed to \u2018The Painter on his Way to Tarascon\u2019. \u201cThis is one of the most sought after paintings in history!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlso liberated. From a salt mine near Magdeburg. And yes, Van Gogh is still alive. He\u2019s not in jail. He\u2019s in my Chateaux where he can live in peace.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re really not kidding.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot one iota.\u201d<\/p>\n There was also a Monet – a couple walking away across a cold snowy winter field. \u201cI don\u2019t know this,\u201d Jethro muttered, \u201cbut I\u2019m going to say it too was liberated from the Nazis.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. It\u2019s \u2018Thaw\u2019, and no, before you ask me. Monet is not a Vampire. More\u2019s the pity. He wanted to be with Camille, and I wasn\u2019t going to argue.\u201d Tony sighed. \u201cThe mask over there on the pedestal, is Michelangelo.\u201d<\/p>\n It was marble, only about 10 inches in diameter, but as far as Jethro was concerned, it qualified as the stuff of nightmares with its strangely twisted facial features and leering grin. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA Fawn. It was stolen from Italy by Nazis. I ran across it by accident. And yes, Michelangelo is a Vampire. You\u2019ve seen the ceiling in dad\u2019s office. That\u2019s his too, but he got paid for that one!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDoesn\u2019t he want his Fawn back?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cActually he doesn\u2019t remember carving it, and I\u2019m not going to push. His Mate is one of the most long suffering people you\u2019ll ever meet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs there any more of this stolen art here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy? You gonna turn me in?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThese things belong in museums!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow very Indiana Jones of you,\u201d Tony retorted. \u201cLook, the stuff that belongs to families, goes back to them. Or at least to the heirs and representatives of those who first acquired the pieces. I don\u2019t give back to museums. I donate from my own collection, but never permanently.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the hell is wrong with you? These things ought to be enjoyed by people all over the world.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean enjoyed by tourists who don\u2019t stop long enough to appreciate them?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be facetious.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you, my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n Jethro snorted at him and turned away. \u201cI would\u2019ve expected you to have a better sense of responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m responsible for helping preserve objects the world is too callous to care about save in monetary terms. I\u2019ve seen enough wars, and the destruction, desecration, and theft of too many beautiful, meaningful objects, to give a rat\u2019s ass about who thinks what belongs where. Listen to me, Jethro, there\u2019s no such thing as \u2018giving back to museums\u2019, okay? This is how it would go… Hello, I have your painting. No, I didn\u2019t steal it, but I acquired it to give it back. Oh, okay, thanks. Let\u2019s take the better part of a year – and that\u2019s being conservative – to discover if it\u2019s real or not. Then I get the reward, right? No, let\u2019s argue over it\u2019s validity and provenance a bit more. Let\u2019s take this to court, because I want my reward money that you\u2019ve been offering. Oh, no, we can\u2019t do that, because experts aren\u2019t entirely sure it\u2019s real. Oh, I can assure you it\u2019s real. Then you must\u2019ve stolen it! We\u2019re going to prosecute you! Meanwhile, the painting goes back into the museum and they make more than the price of the reward money by selling tickets like mad thanks to all the publicity this has generated. Meanwhile, I\u2019m being prosecuted for generally being an all round nice guy, and no one is forking over the reward. Not now, and not ever. Do you understand?\u201d He frowned at his Mate\u2019s back. \u201cHaving these artworks here is a MASSIVE responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t get to decide whether people deserve these things.\u201d Jethro started to walk away, shaking his head.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, actually I do.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I\u2019m a Vampire, and I know better.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d Jethro hated admitting that, but he was pissed, and he wasn\u2019t entirely sure why.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will. Give it a century or so.\u201d Tony grinned at him sheepishly. \u201cIt\u2019s not selfish, and it certainly isn\u2019t stupid. If I can save just a tiny bit of what matters, while the rest of the world is off on a tear thinking it\u2019s right when it\u2019s not, then everyone wins in the end.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat end?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow,\u201d Tony chuckled richly, \u201cthat\u2019s where faith comes in.\u201d<\/p>\n Raised voices from the Ballroom, sharp, angry, and Irish, pierced the solemnity of the moment.<\/p>\n One was Speed.<\/p>\n Tony nearly choked when he recognized the other, and he made the Sign of the Cross to ward off what he feared would be coming next.<\/p>\n Jethro eyed him in concern. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m gonna add to your list of confusing things tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEllis just came home.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Title: Race Through Dark Places Author: Timothy Quinn Summary: Ellis comes home … Sylum Timeline: December 31st 2005 Author’s Note: This is a small snippet of the beginnings of the rework, which ties into Family’s rework.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[972,137],"tags":[67,987,973],"class_list":["post-17538","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sylum-advent-2020","category-sylum-events","tag-timothy-quinn","tag-story-race-through-dark-places","tag-sylum-advent-2020"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2Da1M-4yS","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2359,"url":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/sylum-advent-december-31st-at-dusk-by-timothy-quinn\/","url_meta":{"origin":17538,"position":0},"title":"Sylum Advent – December 31st: At Dusk by Timothy Quinn","author":"Nicolaus Meridius","date":"December 31, 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"December 31st\u00a0 Happy New Years Eve!! \u00a0 Title: At Dusk Author: Timothy Quinn Summary:\u00a0Altair takes control. \u00a0 Link to Sylum\u00a0Archive","rel":"","context":"In "Sylum Advent: 2013"","block_context":{"text":"Sylum Advent: 2013","link":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/category\/sylum-events\/sylum-advent-2013\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"banner_advent2013","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/banner_advent2013.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":17540,"url":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/sylum-advent-2020-december-31st-part-two\/","url_meta":{"origin":17538,"position":1},"title":"Sylum Advent 2020: December 31st – Part Two","author":"Nicolaus Meridius","date":"December 31, 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"Sylum Aesthetic: Ellis Cochrane Artist: Bj Jones Yes this means Race is on the top of the que for being reworked","rel":"","context":"In "Sylum Advent: 2020"","block_context":{"text":"Sylum Advent: 2020","link":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/category\/sylum-events\/sylum-advent-2020\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/bar-banner_advent.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":589,"url":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/sylum-advent-december-30th-the-battle-by-timothy-quinn\/","url_meta":{"origin":17538,"position":2},"title":"Sylum Advent – December 30th: The Battle by Timothy Quinn","author":"Nicolaus Meridius","date":"December 30, 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"December 30th Title: The Battle Author: Timothy Quinn Pairings\/Characters: Maximus, Quintus Rating: FRM Summary: The battle looms. 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\nAuthor:<\/strong> Timothy Quinn
\nSummary:<\/strong> Ellis comes home …
\nSylum Timeline:<\/strong> December 31st 2005
\nAuthor’s Note:<\/strong> This is a small snippet of the beginnings of the rework, which ties into Family’s rework.<\/p>\n