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Title: The Acts of Love

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: Champ and Trevor work togheter, which leads to a new realization.

Sequel to: The Joy 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: The Botched Makeover

By Adalisa.

The things we do for Love...

Until a while ago, I didn't knew what I could do for love, for the one I love, or in the name of love... I didn't even think about what that phrase meant. Love was a very simple thing, an everyday feeling.

Not anymore. Since Trevor is here, I've learned that Love is everything but simple. And unfortunately, it is not an everyday situation. If it were, Trevor would be home now.

Still, even when I had been doing little things for him, even when I learned first hand what the pain of love is... I never thought of what I was doing, of what I was sacrificing just because I love Trevor.

But I cannot consider it a sacrifice, not really.

I mean, sure, I re-thought all my sexual orientation, and resigned myself to know what it means to live with unrequited love, and celibacy while everybody else is living happy with their chosen couples. But as long as Trevor smiles, I don't see it as a burden. His good mood is more than enough to keep my spirits up.

So even when I did not noticed, I changed. Just now I'm beginning to see how much.

This week was special. I was working in a cops and robbers show, in a very short part, and he wanted to see the recording. I agreed immediately. And even when he does speak a lot, and has endless energy, even when he did manage to embarrass me on the set... I will treasure those days forever.

My part was very cliched. I was the cop's friend who gets killed and haunts the star until he finds his killer. Five, six lines at most. But he was acting as if I was in a production worthy of an Oscar. Many of the grips later called him 'my #1 fan' and I really enjoyed it. I was thrilled to have him with me, that he could see my work, because I love to see him at work.

Besides, I knew he needed a little distraction. Claire had one more time come up with a great idea for romance, and that was eating him. Our least favorite psychiatrist had decided that the best way was to turn back the clock to the 20's, going to dance in order to find a perfect lover. And to be truthful... well, for the first time, I almost agreed with her.

Well... not exactly...

The truth is that yes, dancing can lead to romance... and Trevor was starting to get a little too vehement on his protests against it... So when Claire challenged him to show that he really could dance, and canoed me into teaching the whole singles group with her help... I couldn't say no. I really wanted to see Trevor dance, I really wanted to be able to spend more time with Trevor... and I ended up saying that I agreed with Claire.

Now, that even shocked me.

And yes, I started going to the group in order to teach them in a week how to dance, and somehow before I knew it I was entered in a contest with Claire as my partner. Worse, she made a bet with Trevor, telling him that if we -Claire and I- won, he would have to answer truthfully all her questions, while if Trevor and his partner won, Claire would be his assistant for a week.

After I heard that I began wondering why I had allowed myself to get into that situation.

I really didn't want to do anything against Trevor, while if I refused, he would surely guess my reasons. There was no way out.

On the other hand, Trevor had not only managed to find someone in need of a True Love at the studio were I was working, he also managed to get a small part... As the scumbag who killed my character. My part on it was almost over, but I still got to see his first rehearsals... Man, he is good. It's almost a natural. I was going to ask him about that... after all, he is the God of Love, not of Acting... and as far as I recall his close family didn't had much to do with acting... But I simply forgot when I saw him rehearsing alone for the contest.

I was about to offer him some extra classes, and enter his room without knocking. He didn't even hear me, as he was immersed on the music. Who am I kidding... he was the music. All his movements were fluid and continuous... nothing looked out of place... And in that moment I realized that all his protests about dancing were only a rouse to keep Claire confident about the bet.

And then, he saw me.

I prayed for the Earth to swallow me whole or for the phone to ring or anything... But nothing happened. He simply looked at me, and offered his hand.

"Want to dance, Champo?"

He didn't had to ask me twice. We danced all night. At first, he lead, then he allowed me to lead him... And suddenly it really didn't mattered. The only important thing was that we were dancing. And I knew that Claire and I didn't have a chance against him and his partner. She could have two left feet but he would manage to make her look incredible. It was something contagious... as contagious as his smile and his happiness.

Things in the couple department weren't going very well. The girl who Trevor was helping was a writer assistant at the studio with a very bad problem of self-stem, and under Trevor's wing she was getting a little bit more confident... But at the same time she was getting involved with a man who didn't look very trust worthy. I didn't say anything to Trevor because I wanted to respect her privacy, but since he kept avoiding my friend, I could tell he was trouble.

I missed the climax because my heart was torn. I couldn't go and compete against Trevor, because I wanted him to win. I didn't want to dance with Claire, because I really don't like her, and I didn't want to help her to arrass Trevor more.

So the day of the contest, I went to Claire's house and told her a lie. I told her that Trevor had gotten a call from the studio, that they told him that I was needed in the set. Since she is so ready to believe that everything bad in the world is Trevor's fault, she did not only believed me but also tried to convinced me that my lie was a lie.

It was my best role. She believed it completely, and went alone to the ball...

Sure I was missing a great dance, but it was for Trevor. I spend the night dancing with myself, remembering what it was to have his arms around my body. It was like the night when he was drunk, when he spend the night in my arms...

That had been our moment... and I still cannot let it go. I will never let it go.

At the ball, many things happened. Trevor's partner left for a date, and he and Claire danced together... and won. I bet Claire was surprised when she realized how well Trevor danced... and since she and I didn't win, she lost the bet. And although he didn't make any match, I'm sure Trevor enjoyed it all. Especially when Claire was his personal assistant during the shot.

The shot... It was amazing. Trevor is an incredible actor and if he didn't have a gig already, I would try to convince him to keep acting. And while I saw him, raged clothes, makeup to look unshaved and dirty, swearing that he didn't know anything about a weapon... I finally understood.

Trevor was not acting because he particularly likes acting, although more than once he has pretended to be something he is not in order to get people together... he was not acting to impress me, or Claire or anyone at the studio...

He was there because there had been a chance to help someone find his or her true love... He was there because I love acting... and Claire loves this series, and people love t.v.

He was there for love.

Which is the same reason I am here. I love acting... and I love him. And all the things I hadn't done before, all the things I swore I would never do... all of them are acts of Love.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

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