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[naodrith]

Gacked from starrysummer: I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Also, The Client by John Grisham is a really good book.

Pyrae, where are you? You are supposed to be on spring break. Why are you not online constantly attending to my every whim? This is cruel and unusual. [/sarcasm] But seriously. I haven't seen you since Monday and that is far too long when I have cool music to play and editing to talk about.



(Takes place in chapter nine, and I presume that you can guess where if you've read the rest.)

Joseph leaned against the wall and glared at Zacharias. "Will you stop doing that?"

Zacharias dropped his hand back to his side. "I keep forgetting." He kept rubbing at his eye, which was not much fun for the priest handcuffed to him.

Joseph's arm was beginning to ache from being up in the air. "I blame you," he said severely. "Running away from a murder scene...what were you thinking?"

"It could be worse. We could be kidnapped and tortured. We could be dead. We could be grabbed by giant evil hawks. We could be - "

"Shut up."

Zacharias sighed, and lifted his hand again. Joseph tugged back, and there was a fierce battle culminating in Zacharias stepping pointedly on Joseph's foot.

"Use your free hand," Joseph snapped.

"I don't want to," Zacharias said, pouting.

It was at that point that Joseph realized what was going on. It was the same as usual - the blond acting like his normal, cynical self so that no one else would know that he was dying.

"Why are you dying?" Joseph asked softly.

"What makes you think I am?"

"Don't even play."

Zacharias started to move his hand, thought better of it, and blinked hard. "My eye itches."

Joseph wanted to poke the blond, but because of his lack of hands was forced to kick him instead. "I hate you."

"No, you don't. You think you do, but you don't. Idiot."

"I do," Joseph insisted, and then kicked Zacharias again. "Don't change the subject."

"What subject?"

"I want to know - "

"I don't know!" Zacharias burst out. "I don't know if I'm dying, or why, I don't know what's going on! And damn it, my eye hurts!" He attempted to spin away dramatically, but was foiled by the dastardly handcuffs. "Ow, ow."

Joseph watched the blond for a moment. "Why does she want to kill you?"

"Because she hates me." Zacharias smiled coldly. "You don't hate me. You just dislike me. But Jen...she hates me."

"Why?"

"You ask too many questions."

"Maybe if you would talk to me and tell me what's wrong, I wouldn't have so many!"

The peaceman came up to them then, and unlocked the handcuffs binding Joseph to the pipe. "It's off to the holding cells with you," he said cheerfully.

"We're not murderers," Joseph said wearily.

There was a strange, sad look in Zacharias's eyes for a fleeting instant. "No...no, we aren't."