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Chapter Five: operation d.e.n.i.a.l.

denying
emotions
negates
interesting
alliances /
liaisons

Perhaps it wasn’t National Beat Nigel Day, Numbuh One thought as he hung his coat up on the hook by the door in his foyer before climbing up to the treehouse. All things considered, he’ gotten Kuki calmed down, and dinner with Lizzie, while wounding his pocketbook, has somewhat soothed their relationship issues. He’d stuck to his guns about not wanting to take their relationship to a physical level, and Lizzie had tried to respect that, though not without cracks about him hiding the evidence of a work-related accident that had deprived him of the ability to do what she suggested.

“You’re not a eunuch, are you?” Lizzie quoted with a smirk.

“You know, it was cuter when Johnny Depp said it.”

“Oh WAS it? Like the boys then, Nigie?”

He blushed. “They wish.” Nigel was in a relationship with Lizzie… he just found men to be attractive too, under certain conditions. He sometimes felt like his partial closet had a Plexiglas door. The evening had progressed nicely, with him being careful not to dominate the conversation. Their relationship wasn’t in a great spot, but he was confident that things could work themselves out until he and Lizzie reached a better place.

When he reached the common room, he was immediately greeted with trouble. Five and Two were working on math homework, Three was dozing on the couch, but Four was absent- ominous, because that meant he was off brooding somewhere- well, or beating the shit out of some one or thing. He hopped it wasn’t the hamsters- explaining to Wallabee repeatedly that they needed them for Powuh had had no effect on his constant attempts to one-up them. Sad as it was, the hamsters wereallyally way ahead of him. The hamsters had the benefit of collective consciousness, but still…

Walking through the large door marked Four, One was stopped by Abby calling back to him. “You sure you wanna do that? He lost a match today at practice, so he’s Extra-Rageful.”

Balking, Nigel swallowed audibly. Nothing was more frightening than Four after his fighting skills had been maligned, yet it was his duty as Four’s best fried to get in there and reassure him that yes, he still had it, and no, no one could kick ass like Wallabee Beatles. It was a general Nod and Smile operation- a scary one, because of Wally’s intensity when challenged, but it had to be done.

Penetrating Wally’s inner sanctum, he grew progressively closer to the thwacking sounds of Wallabee massacring a something in his boxing ring. Looking up, he saw his teammate, dancing around a training robot lightly. He was shirtless, gleaming a bit under the lights. Nigel remembered two summers ago, when he’d accompanied Wallabee on a visit to see his family in Australia. His grandparents lived on a station, and they’d spent a rare, peaceful month bumming around and helping out with the farm’s chores. Wallabee had gotten pretty well-muscled on the trip, and maintained the effects.

Nigel couldn’t help it when his eyes slid to Wally’s develotorstorso. It was an unconsciously fascinating sight. When Kuki had done her AP Photography portfolio depicting power, there was a particular shot of Wally, tense and expectant, crouched and ready to spring, bare muscles taunt. “He’s beautiful like that,” She’d commented. Silently, Nigel had agreed.

He didn’t think he was attracted to Four- he just liked to look at him. He just sometimes had interesting dreams. Shit. He mentally backpedaled. He just was best friends with him, he admired him. He admired him right now when he took a swing of water and a bit missed the mouth, sliding down over his chest and lower- SHIT!

Wallabee leaned back against the post in the corner. “’Suppose Abby told you my sob story then, eh?”

Nigel jerked, making the transition between Fantasy Wally, who’d said something really different, and Reality Wally, who wanted to take about wrestling of the clean, school-endorsed variety. “She said you were upset about practice, if that’s what you mean. I come bearing moral support.”

“’Sright, I was just distracted.” He leaned over to pick up his discarded hoodie, giving Nigel, who by this time had climbed the ladder to the ring, a soft smile.

“You, thrown off in the heat of battle? Not like you.” Examining his choice of words, he internally winced. Using words like ‘heat’ around Four sent his eager brain and other assorted bits the wrong message entirely.

“Eh, it happens.” Four answered noncommittally. “Where’ve you been all night?”

One cleared his throat, then soldiered on bravely. “Out to eat.”

“You didn’t bring any back?” Four asked with aimiable curiosity. “I’m starving, man. Where’d you eat then.”

“Le Ball Du Shame.” One muttered.

“Oh.” Four’s open expression shriveled on his face. “So you’re back a bit early, then. What, did ‘Nigie’ get ‘thrown off in the heat of battle’ as well?”

One felt like smacking him. “For your information, not that you need to know, and so that you stop making ‘oh so clever’ puns about it, Lizzie and I don’t do anything of the kind.”

“Yeeeeeah,” Four sneered.

“Wallabee,” One using his given name caught Beatles offguard, “I’m not sleeping with her. We go out to dinner and such. We don’t do anything I don’t tell you about. Satisfied?”

Gobsmacked, Four stared at him in amazement. “You mean you never-”

“No.”

“And she never-”

“NO!”

“But you two-”

“No, no, no! Bloody hell, Dit! it! Why do care so much about it anyway?”

“Well why DON’T you?” Four said, near accusingly. “And here I thought she was good for something.”

One put his hands on his hips. “Were you born such an unspeakable ass, Four? Because if I were your mum and you came out of me, I’d have thrown you to the nearest dingo. I don’t sleep with Lizzie because I’m not inclined to.”

“You’re dating someone you have no interest in sleeping with?”

“It’s not precisely like that!”

“What ‘precisely’ is it like?”

“I just-” Nigel sighed. “How would you feel if you knew that I- we- well, we did that?”

“Considering I thought that you had? Pretty pissed.”

“Why pissed?” One asked, irritated. He really didn’t think Four had a decent reason.

“You know I hate Lizzie. You know she’s bad for you, that it’s bad for the team for you to be involved with her.”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business!”

“You don’t, do you?” With that, he stomped off to the kitchen leaving One in the ring alone.

That evening, Nigel curled up in his bed. Since he’d grown too tall for his bulldozer perch, he‘d taken to sleeping in a normal-style bed. As soon as they’d become teenagers, their parents started to express concern that ‘developing’ boys and girls were constantly sleeping in the same tree house. After all, they weren’t kids anymore. But the operatives all insisted on the importance of constant ‘study sessions’ to maintain their impeccable grades. Reluctantly, their parents continued to let them continue the behavior of their childhoods, spending most every night together in their tree house.

No sooner had Nigel fallen asleep than a crack of thunder woke him again. Irritable, he sat in bed listening to the storm. A curious little whimper seeped through the floor of the room above him. He wasn’t sure if what he’d heard was the sighing of the wood as the tree house rocked a bit in the storm, or something else. Grabbing a flashlight from his desk drawn, wrapping a blanketund und himself and pushing his prescription sun glasses onto his nose, he went up to investigate. Before he knew what was doing, he was scaling the ladder to Four’s boxing ring. The room was above his, but why would any noise be coming from it?

Four was huddled in a corner, blanket wrapped around him, shivering a bit.

“Cold?” He asked

“A bit,” Wallabee whispered, audible in the silence of the night, punctured only by the cracking of the thunder. “I hate storms. When I was little, it never rained except when it was about to flood. Everyone had to get to high ground, and you could never get to the animals in time. They died during the storms, and you could hear them drowning. I can’t swim. Once I tried to go back for my dog, and I nearly- mom got me out, though.”

Nigel padded over. “You’re not going to drown. I’m here. You’ll be safe.”

“I know,” Wallabee whispered. Nigel arranged the blankets over them both. Four slid his hands under the blankets, under Nigel’s pajama’s and against his skin. Nigel gasped a bit, then brought Four down into the nest of covers, hands tangling in his silky blond hair. Four leaned up into his touch, kissing him soundly and plucking at the drawstrings of his pajama bottoms. “I know” he whispered again. He grasped what he found there, giving it a few solid pumps.

“I love you,” Wallabee whispered up at him, green eyes clear in a sudden lightening flash. One, shuddering and gasping, repeated it until he woke. He found himself drenched in sweat, tangled in his soiled bed sheets, and woefullonelone.
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