(( Gonna turn in.  I have friends here this weekend and we are going to the planetarium tomorrow :))

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[It stings a little when Harrison pulls away, but he understands to a point. The other is having a break down and this time being nice isn’t getting through. Well, if nice isn’t going to get his fiance’s head straight, then not-nice will have to do. Wayne doesn’t match Harrison’s sharp tone, but he’s also not using a gentle tone either.] I think you’re completely wrong on everything that’s come out of your mouth. Firstly, you are not the only one who gets an opinion in this relationship. Secondly, I picked you as a mate, not a husband so your ideas of being ‘husband material’ are thoroughly irrelevant. And, thirdly, if you can’t do the wedding, fine. I think that you’ll regret it in the long run, but I care about you, not party and a piece of paper.

Now Harrison looks at Wayne, indignation flashing in his eyes as he tries to sputter a reply.  ”Yeah— but!  But that’s just it!”  He gets up off the floor and begins pacing as he talks.  

"Now it’s like I’m not just me, now I’m a part of this thing-"  He gestures between the two of them. "And it’s like it’s like this every day!   There are all these expectations, and fuck Wayne, I’m not…. I’m not the guy that sticks around! …. That’s worth…."  He tries and fails to find the right words, his shoulders slumping.  "That’s worth sticking around for," he finally says, biting his lower lip.  

[Well, making Harrison a little mad at him isn’t the best thing in the world, but it helps pull the man out of that pit of pity and fear, which is a step in the right direction. And, as Harrison gets up to pace, Wayne sits on the way down on the floor to allow his fiance more room and to keep things from escalating. After all, it’s hard to get into a proper fight with someone when they are on the floor and not nearly as riled up.] So, you’re totally not the person who has remained at my side when I’ve been hurt or sick or when I lost my ties to a fortune? You’re not the person who has loved me for who I am every step of the way even when you don’t always agree with me? You’re not the person who has proved that there is real love in the world for people like me?

This ceremony won’t change the relationship we’ve had up to this point. It won’t change the fact that you are worth coming home to every night, that I’ve found a true family with you and Minion. It’s just us that matter, you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s expectations because they don’t matter. I love you and you love me in return, that is what this is about; we’ve been together this long and that love is not about to change.

Harrison has to squeeze his eyes shut as hard as he can to stop the tears from falling.  How can he make Wayne understand?  Especially when he barely understands it himself?  

"You can say all those nice things about me," he finally says.  "But this wedding will change things for us in ways…. god I don’t even know how.  And then all this stuff about family and love and coming home to me…. fuck Wayne I work too much and I probably won’t even be home when you get here!  Eventually you’re going to see that I’m not the dependable guy you think I am.   I’m going to let you down.”  He tried to emphasize this sharply so his mate would understand.  ”And just thinking of that, of being the guy that ruined your life, god it makes my chest hurt.  Like I can’t breathe because I don’t want to let you down.”  

He’s blinking madly as he babbles, trying to keep those tears from falling.  ”But I’m selfish and I flirt and I still probably drink too much-“

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[He can feel the churning of Harrison’s emotions through their bond and it takes some real effort to keep all of that from washing over him as well. It’s tempting to push his calmness into his mate, but, again, that ties back into taking space that Harrison has asked for. He hesitantly rubs a hand down his partner’s back, ready to withdraw it if Harrison at all acts like he doesn’t want to be touched. It’s taking some space, but he can’t help trying to help the blue man feel better when his fiance is so miserable.] Can’t do what, exactly? The wedding or us?

"Both," Harrison replies sharply, more than a little bitterness in his voice.  He pulls away from Wayne’s touch — he needs to do this on his own and not be influenced by the sway of Wayne’s feeling.  "Let’s be honest, I’m not exactly husband material," he scoffs.

[It stings a little when Harrison pulls away, but he understands to a point. The other is having a break down and this time being nice isn’t getting through. Well, if nice isn’t going to get his fiance’s head straight, then not-nice will have to do. Wayne doesn’t match Harrison’s sharp tone, but he’s also not using a gentle tone either.] I think you’re completely wrong on everything that’s come out of your mouth. Firstly, you are not the only one who gets an opinion in this relationship. Secondly, I picked you as a mate, not a husband so your ideas of being ‘husband material’ are thoroughly irrelevant. And, thirdly, if you can’t do the wedding, fine. I think that you’ll regret it in the long run, but I care about you, not party and a piece of paper.

Now Harrison looks at Wayne, indignation flashing in his eyes as he tries to sputter a reply.  ”Yeah— but!  But that’s just it!”  He gets up off the floor and begins pacing as he talks.  

"Now it’s like I’m not just me, now I’m a part of this thing-"  He gestures between the two of them. "And it’s like it’s like this every day!   There are all these expectations, and fuck Wayne, I’m not…. I’m not the guy that sticks around! …. That’s worth…."  He tries and fails to find the right words, his shoulders slumping.  "That’s worth sticking around for," he finally says, biting his lower lip.  

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Harrison looked at Danielle, then at Wayne.  ”That would be because of me.”  He straightened up and looked at his mate.  ”Hi baby.  A magic anon turned me into a cat,” he said sheepishly.  Or as sheepishly as a cat can look.  

"I rescued him from a parking lot earlier," Danielle explained, still smiling. "It took him a while to start talking, or we would’ve called you sooner." She gave a dry chuckle. "Guess I’m a magnet for when you guys get turned into animals."

Since the window opened out rather than up, it would be tricky for someone of Metro Man’s bulk to slip inside, but it could be done. Danielle stood aside, wordlessly inviting him in. 

[Metro Man lifts a brow at the little cat. That is both strange and adorable and he has the sudden urge to rub his on Harrison while telling the poor guy how cute he is. He’s betting that there would be claws involved if he did that.] Hey.

[It is possible to fit through the window, but he generally dislikes doing so since it seems rude and not very dignified. Opting to just lean on the window sill, he makes himself a proper part of the conversation without squeezing through the small space.] Thank you, Miss Dymond. I certainly do prefer to not have a flat fiance. I don’t suppose we can offer you a reward for your help?

Harrison stands and comes over to where Wayne is leaning on the sil and butts his head against his mate’s large hand.  ”Hey baby,” he says sweetly, beginning to purr loudly before Wayne even returns his affectionate touches.   Just being close to his mate — not just seeing him or touching him but taking in his scent….. mmmm Wayne smells perfect.  

"Yes, a reward.   You certainly deserve a reward!" Harrison agreed enthusiastically, looking at Danielle.  "What do you want?  Money?  I could give you some advance tech, we have some phones and tablets that haven’t even hit the market yet."

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Finally he gets the clasps to open and struggles out of the vest.  He flings the thing at the door where it smacks with  sharp crack.   Finally he leans back against the wall of the shower and slowly slides down.  It still feels like there is an anvil on his chest and he clutches his knees to his chest with a choked sob.

How can he go through with this?  How can he marry someone when his head is swirling with these doubts?  When part of him just wants to run away like he has every other time a relationship has gotten this serious? 

"Maybe I’m just broken…." he mutters to himself, burying his face in his arms.  

[Hearing that just breaks his heart and Wayne finds himself unable to keep a door between them at such a false comment. He gently lets himself into the bathroom. It’s a thought to just scoop his mate into his arms, but Harrison said that he needed space and so he’s hesitant to take that all away in a very literal way. Instead, he kneels next to the blue man, wanting touch his fiance, but not daring to.] You aren’t broken. I can promise you that.

Harrison’s stomach turns when he hears the door open and his fiance kneel next to him.  His face is still buried in his arms.   God, Wayne is so good.  Too good.  Too good for someone like him.  Even now, he has this need to throw himself into Wayne’s strong embrace and let his lover chase all these fears away….  He has to resist that urge.  He can’t keep being weak and giving in.  He has to find out some way to stop this, to stop the bounding of his heart in his ears, to stop all of it.  

"You…" he tried to form words but he couldn’t.  Instead he just curls tighter into a ball.  "I don’t think I can do this Wayne," he finally blurts, looking up and over his mate because he can’t look him in the eye.  

[He can feel the churning of Harrison’s emotions through their bond and it takes some real effort to keep all of that from washing over him as well. It’s tempting to push his calmness into his mate, but, again, that ties back into taking space that Harrison has asked for. He hesitantly rubs a hand down his partner’s back, ready to withdraw it if Harrison at all acts like he doesn’t want to be touched. It’s taking some space, but he can’t help trying to help the blue man feel better when his fiance is so miserable.] Can’t do what, exactly? The wedding or us?

"Both," Harrison replies sharply, more than a little bitterness in his voice.  He pulls away from Wayne’s touch — he needs to do this on his own and not be influenced by the sway of Wayne’s feeling.  "Let’s be honest, I’m not exactly husband material," he scoffs.

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I- Okay. [He sighs and settles on the floor next to the bathroom door. Something’s wrong, but it doesn’t quite seem dangerous. More like a regular panic attack, which isn’t completely weird. It’d be nice if he knew what caused it, but Harrison is clearly not in the mood to talk, so he’s not going to push the issue. If he can’t go in there and he can’t make himself actually walk away, all he really can do is sit and wait and make sure that Harrison doesn’t do anything rash.]

Finally he gets the clasps to open and struggles out of the vest.  He flings the thing at the door where it smacks with  sharp crack.   Finally he leans back against the wall of the shower and slowly slides down.  It still feels like there is an anvil on his chest and he clutches his knees to his chest with a choked sob.

How can he go through with this?  How can he marry someone when his head is swirling with these doubts?  When part of him just wants to run away like he has every other time a relationship has gotten this serious? 

"Maybe I’m just broken…." he mutters to himself, burying his face in his arms.  

[Hearing that just breaks his heart and Wayne finds himself unable to keep a door between them at such a false comment. He gently lets himself into the bathroom. It’s a thought to just scoop his mate into his arms, but Harrison said that he needed space and so he’s hesitant to take that all away in a very literal way. Instead, he kneels next to the blue man, wanting touch his fiance, but not daring to.] You aren’t broken. I can promise you that.

Harrison’s stomach turns when he hears the door open and his fiance kneel next to him.  His face is still buried in his arms.   God, Wayne is so good.  Too good.  Too good for someone like him.  Even now, he has this need to throw himself into Wayne’s strong embrace and let his lover chase all these fears away….  He has to resist that urge.  He can’t keep being weak and giving in.  He has to find out some way to stop this, to stop the bounding of his heart in his ears, to stop all of it.  

"You…" he tried to form words but he couldn’t.  Instead he just curls tighter into a ball.  "I don’t think I can do this Wayne," he finally blurts, looking up and over his mate because he can’t look him in the eye.  

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Harrison blows past Wayne without saying anything, making a beeline for the bathroom off their room.  On the way he sheds the silver coat of his wedding tux, letting it fall where it lands.  He slams the door behind him and grips the edge of the counter so tight his fingers ache.  But he barely notices.    

All he can think of is the pounding in his chest and how hard it is to breathe.  

He can’t do this.  He can’t.  Everyone thinks he can, but he can’t.  It’s too warm and he can’t breathe and he can’t get married that is ridiculous and oh god he can’t do this.  

[Trailing after his fiance, Wayne can’t help be be concerned by the lack of response. All things considered, he’d expect Harrison to latch onto him if something were going wrong, this is just out of character and makes him really wonder if something happened on a magical level.]

[He steps over the coat and hesitantly taps on the bathroom door. He can see that Harrison is physically okay, but he can tell through their link that his mate is panicking. It’s a thought to just burst in there, but he’d rather give Harrison an option to allow him in first.] Harrison? Love? Can I come in?

Harrison tries to gulp down a breath.  “No,” he gasps out sharply, struggling to get the words together.  “Just give me — I need space Wayne!” he snaps. 

Is this what it is going to be like?  Never being alone? Never being able to live his life without someone hovering and nagging?  Hell, he’d swear their emotional link had gotten stronger too….  Could he really feel his mate’s worry through the door or was he just hearing it in his voice?

And he still couldn’t breathe!  He tried to pull on the damn vest but the drake skin was too tough! He fumbled with the clasps, trying to get the garment off. 

I- Okay. [He sighs and settles on the floor next to the bathroom door. Something’s wrong, but it doesn’t quite seem dangerous. More like a regular panic attack, which isn’t completely weird. It’d be nice if he knew what caused it, but Harrison is clearly not in the mood to talk, so he’s not going to push the issue. If he can’t go in there and he can’t make himself actually walk away, all he really can do is sit and wait and make sure that Harrison doesn’t do anything rash.]

Finally he gets the clasps to open and struggles out of the vest.  He flings the thing at the door where it smacks with  sharp crack.   Finally he leans back against the wall of the shower and slowly slides down.  It still feels like there is an anvil on his chest and he clutches his knees to his chest with a choked sob.

How can he go through with this?  How can he marry someone when his head is swirling with these doubts?  When part of him just wants to run away like he has every other time a relationship has gotten this serious? 

"Maybe I’m just broken…." he mutters to himself, burying his face in his arms.  

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She hadn’t been expecting that, and it took Danielle a long moment to respond. She bit her lip, uncomfortable, and her almost-black eyes met his green ones. “… Yeah. I’m still not crazy about adult superheroes, but you were right. Blue kids are just kids. They don’t deserve to be treated differently.”  

A small smile appeared on her face. “If you like, I can let you know how the first playdate goes.”

"I’d like that.    And Nate…. might have more blue playmates soon…." Harrison said slowly, once more leaning in to head butt her hand.   He normally wasn’t this physically affectionate with people, especially not people who were until recently not speaking to him.  But the petting just felt so good, felt so right.   "Wayne and I would like to start trying this winter."

Obligingly, Danielle continued to pet him. It was still sort of weird, she supposed, but he was so cute and soft, she couldn’t refuse him. 

"Not wasting any time, are you?" Her smile grew. "Sure. When they’re big enough, Nate can play with them too. Even if they don’t come out blue," she added, teasing a little. 

She was deeply tempted to ask more about their plans. Was creating a hybrid really that easy? Had they found a surrogate whose body could handle it? Would the fetus even be grown in a womb at all? Were they prepared to deal with it if the child showed flight and super-strength from birth? 

But Harrison and Wayne were entitled to their privacy. No doubt they’d be swarmed with such questions by the rest of the city once their child appeared. And she and Harrison actually seemed to be getting along again; she didn’t want to ruin the moment by treating him like a suspect. 

Besides, she really did need to send him home. Otherwise she’d have to get him a litterbox, and that was a level of awkward she was not ready for. 

Danielle leaned out the window, and her voice rang out in the night. “Metro Man! This is Officer Dymond! I need to talk to you!”

[Hearing his name called is not at all unusual, but hearing Officer Dymond calling him for anything is. That she doesn’t sound distressed makes it even weirder. Metro Man veers off his last patrol loop to soar towards the woman, wondering what could prompt here to contact him.]

[Hovering outside her window, he tries to not let his confusion show too much.] To what do I owe the pleasure, Officer?

Harrison looked at Danielle, then at Wayne.  ”That would be because of me.”  He straightened up and looked at his mate.  ”Hi baby.  A magic anon turned me into a cat,” he said sheepishly.  Or as sheepishly as a cat can look.  

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"Awww that's riiight, we didn't!" Margot cackled grinning and sitting on Harrison's desk Indian style. "I met your boyfriend. Such a pity he never mentioned me?" she batted her eyelashes at him. "Margot, howdy?" she offered her hand for a shake.

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Harrison looks at the strange woman on his desk.  Wayne has certainly never mentioned her.  He cautiously extends his hand.  ”Harrison Drake.  And how exactly did you and my mate cross paths?”  He has no idea who this woman is and for all he knows she may turn out to be a villain.  

Data, charts, numbers, technical stuff and technology… “Bueee.” she grimaced.

"Fine." she pulled out a notepad and pen from her bag and quickly scribbled her phone number. "This is my phone number." she handed him the piece of paper.

"And about all that stuff… data and shit. I will send you someone who actually can be useful. With a map of portals. I promise." she sealed it with those last words. 

Magical beings cannot defy something they once promised. Magic in words.

Harrison nodded, memorizing the number before tucking the paper into his pants pocket.  Then he reached for a thick black and silver business card off the holder on his desk. 

"When your specialist is ready, have them call.  And not just show up on my desk," he said pointedly with a stern look.  He gets that she is some kind supernatural being with power beyond his control… but this is his place of business and he needs to maintain some illusion of decorum.  Then, like at the end of any business transaction, he extends his hand for her to shake. 

"I doubt she can do the ‘show up on your desk’ only I’m this cool." she grinned then looked at his hand. Then gently as if positioning a china doll she took his wrist and elbow in her hands and readjusted his hand to a high five. 

"Much better." she said high-fiving him and winked. "Rebel to the end." she laughed. "Bye." with that she left

Harrison would prefer a handshake, but he accepts his fate.   Clearly Margot plays by her own rules.   His jaw drops when she disappears into thin air — part of him had still been hoping that she was crazy and all her talk of collapsing portals with insane rambling.   After a beat he flops back into his office chair with a groan.  Clearly he has a LOT to think about…. and a lot of work to get started.  

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"What do you think baby?" Harrison cooed, leaning back against the doorway.  

I think you are trying to make me have to replace another pair of jeans. [Wayne shifts in his seat and sets down his book, obviously interested.]

Harrison smiles coyly and grips the doorframe up over his head.  ”Poor baby.  Well if you’d like to save those jeans…. you could always just take them off now….”

I can do that. [Licking his lips, he slowly unzips his pants, letting his partially hard bulge peek through.]

Harrison lets out a low approving hum.  His free hand drifts lazily down over his slim abdomen, then begins playing with the red trim on top of the pouch.  He strokes it teasingly with the tip of one finger with a smug grin on his face.  “What other things can you do for me?”

Anything you want me to. [Wayne finishes opening his jeans, his swelling erection tenting the black fabric of his thong slowly.] What would you like me to do?

Harrison licks his lips.  What would he like?  Oh there are so many things…..  After a moment of watching his mate tent his undies, he responds.  
"I want you down on all fours," he says huskily.  "And I want to watch you crawl over here…."  He makes a come-hither motion with one finger.   

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"What do you think baby?" Harrison cooed, leaning back against the doorway.  

I think you are trying to make me have to replace another pair of jeans. [Wayne shifts in his seat and sets down his book, obviously interested.]

Harrison smiles coyly and grips the doorframe up over his head.  ”Poor baby.  Well if you’d like to save those jeans…. you could always just take them off now….”

I can do that. [Licking his lips, he slowly unzips his pants, letting his partially hard bulge peek through.]

Harrison lets out a low approving hum.  His free hand drifts lazily down over his slim abdomen, then begins playing with the red trim on top of the pouch.  He strokes it teasingly with the tip of one finger with a smug grin on his face.  “What other things can you do for me?”

Anything you want me to. [Wayne finishes opening his jeans, his swelling erection tenting the black fabric of his thong slowly.] What would you like me to do?

Harrison licks his lips.  What would he like?  Oh there are so many things…..  After a moment of watching his mate tent his undies, he responds.  

"I want you down on all fours," he says huskily.  "And I want to watch you crawl over here…."  He makes a come-hither motion with one finger.   

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"Awww that's riiight, we didn't!" Margot cackled grinning and sitting on Harrison's desk Indian style. "I met your boyfriend. Such a pity he never mentioned me?" she batted her eyelashes at him. "Margot, howdy?" she offered her hand for a shake.

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Harrison looks at the strange woman on his desk.  Wayne has certainly never mentioned her.  He cautiously extends his hand.  ”Harrison Drake.  And how exactly did you and my mate cross paths?”  He has no idea who this woman is and for all he knows she may turn out to be a villain.  

She nodded. “Take all the time you need. It’s not linear for me so all I care for is that you do it.” she turned around and hopped off the desk. “I pricked you up because I know you will do whatever you can, since you have your own personal reason for it. I trust you with it.”she saluted to him. “Tell Chin Man I said hi.” 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!  You can’t just…. dump this on me and take off!" Harrison sputtered, ignoring her salute.  His eyes were wide.  "I need help, I need…. maps!  And data and fuck, at the very least a way to contact you!  Do you have a phone number or something?" 

Data, charts, numbers, technical stuff and technology… “Bueee.” she grimaced.

"Fine." she pulled out a notepad and pen from her bag and quickly scribbled her phone number. "This is my phone number." she handed him the piece of paper.

"And about all that stuff… data and shit. I will send you someone who actually can be useful. With a map of portals. I promise." she sealed it with those last words. 

Magical beings cannot defy something they once promised. Magic in words.

Harrison nodded, memorizing the number before tucking the paper into his pants pocket.  Then he reached for a thick black and silver business card off the holder on his desk. 

"When your specialist is ready, have them call.  And not just show up on my desk," he said pointedly with a stern look.  He gets that she is some kind supernatural being with power beyond his control… but this is his place of business and he needs to maintain some illusion of decorum.  Then, like at the end of any business transaction, he extends his hand for her to shake. 

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