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Title: Need.

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: Trevor's thoughts about the role Champ plays in his life, and the reasons why he hangs with him.

Rating: Between Pg-13 and G

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. It should not be a warning, since it's just thought, no action, but well...

Spoilers: A Fractured Fairy tale

Notes: This is a mirror to The Voice of Love.

By Adalisa.

Do you know what? I think I'm getting the hang of this mortal thing.

It's fairly easy. Everybody is looking out for love, even when they let it past right beside them. They want fairy tales. They want perfection. They hope love will come and bite their noses.

Even if you doubt it, I can do it.

I'm sure of it.

That's why this morning I came into Champ's room asking for his help. Because he's an actor. And there was this girl, Valerie, at the single's group who is in love with a billboard. She dreams that his prince in shinning armor will come to her, and I promised her I would find him. That's why I need Champ for.

I am the god of love, not the god of acting. Apollo hated to hear my professional opinion about relationships... which shows why he never got a significant other.

Anyway, Champ agreed. It was 7:00 a.m. He had finished his shift at 2:00 a.m. but even so, he came with me, to check all agencies in town in the search of Prince Charming.

That's something I still don't get about mortals. He complained all the way to each of them, but even so, Champ went with me all the way... Until we found that agent, that is. A woman who decided that Champ was everything she was looking for.

¿Mn? Not in a romantic sense, no. I didn't use Champ just to get another couple in the count. He is my friend.

No. She needed him as a model. His big career break, because if he accepted to be the image for the new clothes line this woman was promoting, everyone would see his face.

So he took the chance. I couldn't go with him, but even so, I told him to go for it, and kept looking for Mr. Charming at the same time. Sure, I got distracted by Claire... She had this theory that no one can live a fairy tale, and a secret admirer started leaving her gifts. I did leave her one, just to get her off the track for a while...

Are you following me? I'm getting somewhere with this.

While Champ was doing the model gig and anguishing because he was going to let a theater company down, and Claire was trying to figure out who gave her the fairy tales related gifts, and Valerie and Scott were trying to get to know each other... well, I was worried.

Not for Claire... I knew that the mystery guy was only going to rock her boat a little... I meet him once, when he was going to leave one of his presents, and in five minutes, I knew the gifts weren't for her... but I didn't told him that... I mean, Nicholas needed to test out his tricks for Sarah, and Claire... she needed some time off her article. She was getting nowhere, and if I tried to help, you know what would happen.

Valerie and Scott? Nah.

I was glad they were giving it a chance, hoping that maybe it would work for a couple of months... But it wasn't going to work. Never tell her I said that, but Claire was right all along. Val was in love with the billboard, not with Scott...

I know the feeling.

Scott came to me, and I told him to give it a try. To try and be what she wanted... Because he liked her. If she weren't that homesick, it would have been interesting. So I told him that he would have to pretend, just as I did with Psyche, with Claire...

Don't laugh. Oh... It's because of Claire's latest article... No, I don't think she's talking about me when she talks about discomfort. I don't pester her that much.

No. I was worried about Champ. He was getting too worked up with the model gig... he even asked me advice, because he didn't want to let down the guys at Macbeth.

And he hates asking me for advice even more than Claire does.

I really didn't had any answer for him... For one side, I was very happy for him. It's his big break, right?

But I didn't want him to accept.

People say that love is greedy. I know I am.

I didn't want him to accept because that would mean that I would be left alone. That I wouldn't hear him complaining about my ill-fated attempts to recreate the flavor of ambrosia, or that I don't clean my messes... Or have to fulfill my promise about doing his laundry for a month.

I've got used to him being around...

Claire... she's always reminding me who am I. The guys at the single group are the same. And I get reminded of what I don't have. Champ...

He treats me like a friend.

Like a normal guy. He hears my stories with attention. I'm not going to be naive enough to think he believes me, but at least he doesn't get that look that tells me I'm insane.

I would hate to miss that.

And when he told me that he had quit, because there had been some changes on his contract, I was happy. He was not going to leave me.

That's the problem, you see? ... I didn't... I don't want him to leave, at least not until I go. I want to see Champ every day of my mortal punishment.

Even when I don't like to admit it...

I need him.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

Whiteknight's Lady of the AU's.

Keeper of Obi-Wan's desire to wring Anakin's neck during THAT scene in TPM