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Title: The Consequences of Love

Author: Adalisa

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Summary:

Sequel to: The Madness of love

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Trevor, Champ and all Cupid characters were created by Rob Thomas, who is a genius, and belong to Tri Star Pictures, Sony and to the guys of ABC who didn't knew what they had and let die a wonderful series. So while someone else takes them, I play a little with them.

Content: Champ/Trevor

Warning: This has m/m. You should know that already, since you found this.

Spoilers: Bachelor Party

By Adalisa.

I didn't want to think about it, you know?

I just wanted to be in love, and not stop thinking about what it would mean that I was in love. Or what would happen to me because I was in love.

But that is impossible.

I've always know that I cannot tell Trevor I love him. I have gotten to the point of thinking that I cannot love him. There are too many things at stake and I cannot take that chance.

Oh. No, I'm not talking about his rejection. Ever since the night he got drunk, I do have a little hope that he does returns my feelings. Of course, the rational part of my mind tells me that of course he loves me, he loves everyone. He is Love. But that only makes it harder. I know he wouldn't reject me. I know he wouldn't be offended or sickened or disgusted. If I kept pressing, he would even accept me. I know that.

And that would mean loosing his immortality.

Those are the consequences I cannot face.

And now, for the first time I realize that he also is very aware of the consequences of what he does. It's not only shoot the arrow, make them get hitched, go to the next couple. Contrary to what Claire believes, Trevor does stick around to see the outcome.

Even when a couple of times I've accused him of not doing that.

I'm walking down the street, thinking on a role I'm about to reject but my mind simply can't stay in the right track. I keep going back to Trevor.

He was sick last week. It was a simple cold, but for a while it had me worried. He isn't supposed to get sick... and still that damn cold was trying to prove him wrong, much to Claire's delight. That puzzled me. It was not like Claire to be that joyful for someone else's sickness. Of course, it was another one of her wonderful proofs that Trevor is not Cupid, but in the bottom, there seemed to be something more.

I was not paying much attention to her at the time, more intent on taking care of Trevor. He is a terrible patient, by the way. He won't stay in bed unless I tie him to it, and I doubt a high fever would be enough to keep him down. He won't take his medicines, he won't rest... the only good part are the family's stories. I learned a lot about ancient healing methods in those two days.

But the day that the fever seemed to dimish and his snores had almost disappeared, I found out why Claire was so happy Trevor out of Taggerty's.

And it wasn't because without a job, Trevor would be sent back to the hospital. Thankfully, she isn't that petty.

No, it was because she had rented Taggerty's for a bachelorette party, and she wanted Trevor as away as possible from her friends. Especially from the one who was getting married. And Trevor was not going to let it go that easily. The morning of the party, he was on his feet even before I woke up completely and before I knew it, he was on his way to Taggerty's.

I should have know that nothing short of a pneumonia would held him down. And maybe not even that.

I tried hard not to listen to his conversation with Clarie and Clarie's friends. After all, I was trying to make up my mind about a very important role that could affect my career if I did the wrong choice. But Trevor's look erased all that from my mind.

While he had been cheerful meeting the bride, as soon as he saw the groom, his face was shadowed. It is a look I've seen on him quite a couple of times, and they usually don't mean anything good.

And worrying about my friend, I forgot all about my role. I could only think of the thousand reasons that Trevor would have to dislike that man, to think that the wedding was a bad idea.

No. He didn't told me that. But I've learned to read his face very well. When he gets that look, it means that things are bound to end badly.

So I forgot all about the understudy and worried about Trevor all day. Sure, it was a stupid thing to do, since I had an audition the next day, when they would ask me to do what I decided not to do... But I hadn't even thought about it. I could only think about Trevor's problem.

There's no doubt I'm in love, is there?

However, since he didn't told me anything, I couldn't help. Of course, I was rather surprised when he called me from Taggerty's saying that Claire needed help and that I should go immediately. It was around 8:00, and I knew that he wasn't supposed to be there. And I don't like Claire so there was no reason for me to go.

But I went.

Not for Claire, for Trevor.

However, when I got there, I realized that Trevor hadn't called me to help Claire. It was to help _me_.

You see, my problem was that for the part I had been offered, it was necessary to get naked on stage. Do it bare. And I had told it to Trevor, because I was scared. I was thinking on accepting the role, and all what it came with it, but I wasn't sure I could get naked in front of a theater full of strangers.

I don't know why I was hesitating. A year ago, I would have said no, without a second thought on the subject.

But they never asked me to get naked in front of the public. All my roles have been fully dressed. I hadn't even thought about it, because I never expected it to be asked of me.

And I was sure that Trevor hadn't even paid a little attention to my problems. However, when I got to Taggerty's, he just told me that the Bachelorette party needed a stripper, because the one that Claire had hired never arrived.

Knowing Trevor, it didn't took much time before I realized that if the original stripper hadn't arrived was because Cupid had a mission that night.

I spent at least two hours eyeing the red Zorro suit, before putting it on and get the courage to go out. But I was not thinking on saying no then. Trevor had assumed my problems with the role were because I had never done something like it, so he offered me the chance to do it with a smaller audience, to get used to their eyes on me. I didn't correct him. I just thanked him and I said I would do it.

_That_ was what kept running on my mind while I was sitting on the empty men's bathroom, with a stupid red hat on my head.

I had been giving myself a thousand different reasons why I shouldn't do the part, starting with my dignity and finishing with what would Mom and Dad say. But when Trevor asked me to be the stripper for Claire's party, I didn't hesitate.

A year ago, I would never have accepted, no matter whom asked me to do it. I would have thought about doing a role in the nude, but never work as a stripper.

A year ago, I would never jump at someone else's voice and desires.

A year ago I would never have thought about loving a man.

I have changed a lot in the four months I've been with Trevor. Sometimes, I think I would not recognize myself.

And that's why I was thankful that I didn't had to do the strip act, since things got really somber by the time I was supposed to come out. The wedding was called off, and I kept my clothes in place.

And I will not do the role if that means to get naked.

Because I am not the man I was a year ago, because now I think more about the future. About where will I be in a year.

Those are the Consequences of Love.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

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