Rated: NC-17, M
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Warning: That fic is not nice, happy or bright at all. It deals with some dramatic issues, so if you don't consider yourselves really big angst lovers, please skip this one. It's serious, deadly serious.

A Twist in Time
by Wicked Witches

PART 3

When Sam entered the bar, he was welcomed by the sound of loud music, peoples voices and the not very pleasent aroma of beer and cigarettes mixed. Sam sighed. Why couldn't he, at least once, get a job in California for example. Was that so much to ask, he was a nice boy after all; preventing murderers, suicides, gang wars, rapes, huge life mistakes, marriages with mafia members, putting villans in jail... he deserved at least one case that wouldn't turn itsef into a world war three.���

"So..." he mumured to himself "Where is he?" �

Sam slowly scaned the room, incuding the dance floor and the table that they left Dan at, but the guitarist was nowhere in sight. He felt the hairs on the nape of his neck rise. What if it was too late? What if Dan was alredy upstairs doing things that Sam didn't even try to imagine? No, he wasn't too late, Lee was for now safe in Darren's room, the question was, for how long.� �

// Calm down // He chined himself mentally // You don't even know if that's the case.// Sam knew that Ben could hardly be described as sane at the time of his suicide, the whole, Dan hurting Lee thing could have been little more than a confused explanation, giving reason to the waste of Lee's life. �

He walked over to the bar and approached the bartender that had been about earlier. "Have you seen my pal?" he asked casually. "Your boyfriend?" The bartender asked innocently enough. Yes, Sam supposed that was probably what it had looked like to an outsider.� �

"No the other guy," Sam felt himself flush as he realised he had in some way just confirmed that Ben was in fact his boyfriend. "The skinny blond." �

"Oh that one," the bartender smiled as he proceeded to mop up beer spillages from the veneer of the bars counter, "He's over there," motioning with his head to the far side of the bar where the wooden bootes were, "but I kind of get the feeling three might be company." �

The casual words tightened Sam's stomach. What was going on? Was he already too late? He scanned the far side of the room in an attempt to spot the blond guitarist. It seemed the only occupants of the booths were a roudy party of college students but the backs to the large oak benches were high and you only really needed to slide a little forward to obscure your self from prying eyes.� �

"Thanks pal," Sam acknowledged the man serving customers and began to move towards the booths. A sheet of light rose up to form a doorway to his side and Al stepped through.� �

"Where did you get to?" He asked the pilot, attempting to sound annoyed but secretly relieved that he had the back-up as he stepped into something he had no idea was about.� �

"Hey I got talking to your alter ego. Thought perhaps he could shed some light on the situation." Sam stopped dead in his tracks and faced Al, feintly aware that he was standing in the middle of a bar about to talk to a man that noone else could see. "D'you think that's wise Al? Aren't we supposed to put them back without them realising they've been away?" �

"Yeah, I realise that is normal proceedure Sam, but Ziggy thought perhaps Karl could help shed some light on the situation, seeing as we don't know how we are supposed to stop anything." �

"And was he helpful?" Sam asked hopefully, agreeing with the logic. Al shook his head, almost angrily, "Not really, he seemed more interested in trying to talk Tina out of her underwear." �

"When the lives of his friends are at risk," Sam asked incredulously. "What do you take us for a bunch of jokers?" Al asked insulted that his pal thought they'd be so careless. "We haven't told him where he is or why he's there." �

"Oh yeah, of course" sighed Sam, resigned "He didn't have any idea on what is going on, eh?"� "No... well, I guess this time you gonna have to figure it out by yourslef."� �

"You mean *as always*." Sam corrected his friend, half irritated half amused at the lack of memory for their earlier cases "Has there been any mission lately that Ziggy has offered more than 'save him, her, them'?"� �

Al grinned cheekly "You can't say we don't try." �

"Oh, sure I can't. I... God!" Sam's eyes grew bright, a sure sign he'd had an idea. "Al!" He started franticly "I think know why Ben did it... when we were going to Darren's room, Ben said something about Lee... about going to him or something. Ask Karl about those two." �

"About Ben and Lee?" "Yeah, ask him about what is the situation between them. I'm gonna go find Dan." "Look like you won't have to search to hard" Al informed his friend, raising his arm, pointed at something behind Sam's shoulder. "See?" �

Sam turned around once again, only to be greeted by the sight of Daniel and the girl going in the direction of the other exit or rather by the sight of the girl dragging a half unconcious guitarist but then, Daniel didn't look like he had any intention to resist. Actually, he looked rather cozy leaning on her arm and when she turned her head to say something to him, he kissed her on her mouth and giggled. �

Sam's blood run cold. They looked like lovers that were having a great time together, not like a couple of people that had meet each other half an hour earlier. He felt a twinge of anger, he hardly knew Darren but a few minutes with him was enough to understand that he was a really wondeful person and now he was witnessing something, that could be described only as a preface to infidelity. �

"Do it." He threw in Al's direction, gathering some looks but not caring at all. The drummer come scientist was already half way to 'the happy couple'. Somehow, even if that all case didn't have any sense for now, he knew he had to stop them before they'd do something... unrepairable. He wavered between tables and bodies, trying to close the gap as quickly as possible but at that hour the bar was full of people whose status was far from sober, so the trip that was mere meters seemed to take forever. �

When he reached the door finally and moved outside, they were long gone. Sam cursed silently, regreting that he ordered Al to go to Karl. His friend's ability to find people would be really useful at the moment. �

"Whare the hell are they," he spoke into the night air. The wind was on his side tonight because it seemed to reply as his ears were filled with girlish giggles and whispered hushes. The sound was coming from the alley nearby and Sam felt slightly sickened that they couldn't wait to get a room.

� He turned into the alley and his jaw dropped at the scene before him. There was the musical half of Savage Garden, rolling around on the floor, in front of the dustbins, in a seedy alley. That could cause some headlines. "What are you doing Dan," Sam hissed as he leant down and grabbed the guitarist by the arm, pulling him to his feet. �

The girl followed drapping herself around Dan's neck as she continued to devour him. "What's your problem man," Dan asked as he threw his head back, only peripherally aware of his friend. He was gone, far far along the road. Sam blanched as he heard the guitarist let out a low moan, that could only be attributed to sexual excitement as the girls tounge traced the curve of Daniels bared throat. He saw the guitarists hand shoot out as he pulled the woman close against him, rubbing her ass as he gently rocked against her. �

"Do you really want to do this Dan?" Sam asked, "are you sure this is what you really want?" Daniel swung his body to face Sam and nodded towards his own groin. "Karl, meet Mr Stiffy, Mr Stiffy, meet my good friend and work colleage Karl Lewis. Does that answer your question Karl?" Daniel slurred as he laughed at his own drunken humour. �

Sam decided to try to talk with the other, appereantly more sober person. �

"Listen... lady" the pause before the word 'lady' wasn't long enough to insult but short enough for girl to narrow her eyes "I really don't know what do you want from my pal.. erm.. I mean I *know* what You want but he's taken." �

"So?" Snarled the girl, an obvious annoyence twisting her almost perfect features. "Go away, it's none of your bussiness" To show Sam *exacly* what she meant by that, she grabbed Dan's head and brough it down for a long, passionate kiss. Dan replied with grabbing her by the hips and bringing her even closer, a really tough thing to do, considering that she was practicaly laying on him. �

Even if that little display was telling Sam loud and clear that they didn't need his company at all, he couldn't let it drop. He continued under the pretence that the display was not disturbing him at all. "I'm sorry Miss, but this *is* my bussines" he stated calmly "I'm here to stop Dan making a big mistake." �

"Hey," the girl asked, squaring up to Sam in an aggresive stance. "Who you calling a big mistake? Who the hell are you anyway?" �

"Yeah come on man," Dan said softly pulling the young woman away from Sam and back up against him. "Did someone die and make you my mother? Are you Jimminy fuckin' Cricket? I'm old enough to make my own choices." �

"And this is something you choose at the risk of hurting Darren?" Sam asked softly

� Daniel opened his mouth as if to say something but stayed silent. Sam could practicaly see the little wheels in his brain working and moving and after long seconds, finally making the conection "God... Darren..." he mumbled, remembering suddenly. Even in the dark Sam could see a huge blush creapting Dan's cheeks as he understood what was he about to do �

"Erm... Monica..." he whispered to the girl "I think he's right... I... eh... let's finish here, ok?" �

The girl threw Sam a venomus look, understanding, that this night she wouldn't get laid, not by Daniel at least. She stood up with all the grace she could have in that situation and hissing a last "fine" disapeared in the dark of the alley. Sam let out a long, relieved sigh, at least this part was over. �

"Oh God Karl," Daniel stammered suddenly very sobre and highly shaken, "Thank God you came back. What the hell was I thinking? I-I nearly...I could've....Darren." �

"Hey it's Ok," Sam soothed, placing a cautios arm around the other's shoulder, "You didn't! That's all that matteres." Sam heard the gateway opening behind him knew Al had returned. "Perhaps we should get out of here? What do you say?" �

"Daniel," Both Daniel and Sam froze. That was Darren's voice. The timing had been impecable, just a few seconds less and Darren would have stumbled on his lover in full make out mode. �

"Yeah down here," Daniel called back to the direction of the voice. Darren stepped into the alley just as Sam put some distance between him and Daniel. He really didn't want to explain why he had his arm about Daniel in a darkened alley. �

Singer aproached them quickly but if Sam expected a worried face he was disapointed. Darren looked everything but woried. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He yelled at them in a high-pitching voice, that reminded Sam of The Wicked Witch of The West. "Karl! what are *you* doing here!?"

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