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Title: Lies.

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: Trevor's thoughts when he discovers Claire's first trap.

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Trevor, Champ and all Cupid characters were created by Rob Thomas, who is a genius, and belong to TriStar 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 Linguist.

Notes: Irene is the goddess of Peace, according to Greek Myths. And I know this one is a bit depressing, especially if one takes in account Trevor's explosive personality, but I was very down when I wrote it.

By Adalisa.

I was wondering... Have you ever noticed how related are lies to love?

They're always there. They kill love, they create love. They get in the way.

Why I didn't noticed before? I always thought that lies were something apart, which sometimes arose to destroy all my not so carefully done work.

But the truth is totally different. One lies to spare the others feelings, to hide something that should never be spoken, to try to keep everyone happy and at peace. Or to hurt a relationship, to bring venom to light, to create fights and rupture.

Guess every coin has two faces. I should not have forgotten that.

And for every lie, there's a half-truth. For every honest spoken word, you can find a double meaning.

My relationship to Claire is based in lies. I don't think I like that, but I cannot do much to fix it, can I? I tried to start with the truth, and the truth was rejected. Is still rejected, every day we meet. So I told her a lie. It was just one tiny lie, to try and keep her happy. But the only result was that when I told her the truth, she started to search more and more into the lie.

She's getting obsessed by it.

And now things are not better. She lies to me constantly.

Like with Professor Crawford. He came to the group two weeks ago, and I immediately knew he was not there by chance. There was something odd about him, and it was not the fact that he was the world's oldest virgin outside of a convent.

Maybe even inside.

But he was looking for his one true love, and there I had to interfere. Claire objected to it, of course, but I didn't pay any attention. She wanted to find her a match for a dance using common background.

Can you believe it? If Common Background was really the answer to find Love, then I would be the son of Aphrodite and Irene!

But I managed to salvage that one. Sure, his love lady does have a common background with him, but they didn't know it when they fell in love. So it doesn't count.

I did my work, and I can get the credit for it.

Still... I was shocked to find out that Jennings's major was not Anatomy, but Linguistic. When I realized that, a lot of pieces fell into place. Like the fact that he spoke in Greek to me once. While I was trying to hook him up, I did a little research. Turns out that he is not just a linguistic, but _The_ Linguistic. A man who can discover from where you are, and where you were raised just by hearing you talk.

He was a trap, set by Claire to get me.

Another lie, since she always told me that her friend only came because he needed help.

It's a weird contrast, since while she doesn't believe a word I say... I try to believe everything she says.

And someone else believes me. Or at least, tries to.

I almost destroyed that.

I told you about Champ the last time we talked. About how I called him my friend. When all this started, I had managed to push him to the edge. I was behind with the rent, did a mess on the kitchen, and almost hang up on his mother.

And because I always forgot that roman numerals aren't used anymore, I caused him to miss an audition.

Because when he saw that I wrote II, he read eleven and not two. And he had trusted me to take the right time.

Sure, I fixed it up. I got him a new audition, cleaned up the place, and paid the rent. But I was ready to go. I was sure that with my lack of understanding of mortal's life outside the romance and sex part, I had tired out my welcome mat.

Then, he allowed me to stay.

Even when for all he knows, I'm a madman, and I could be dangerous.

Do you remember what I told to Psyche the last time I saw her? The day when she burned my shoulder with wax, trying to see my face?

I haven't forgotten. I will never forget.

Love cannot live without trust.

It seems that friendship cannot either...

So I'll do my best to trust, and remain blind to the lies.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

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