Chapter 49

Fergie and Tor ran into the airport, clutching their bags. They were late for their flight, and would soon miss check in. Tor flung their passports and tickets down on the desk. �Sorry,� he whispered breathlessly, �We got a little held up.�

The girl behind the counter took a worried look at Fergie�s battered face. �And which one of you is which?� She asked, glancing at the passports.

Tor grinned, �I�m Tor, he�s Fergie. Does it even matter anyway?�

The woman sighed, it had been a long day, and in all honesty she didn�t actually know if it mattered which twin was which, other than that one looked like someone had tried to kill him. She sent their bags through, asking all the required questions, like �Did they pack their bags themselves.�

Tor lied in the answer to that question, actually Fergie had packed his bag, but he figured it amounted to the same thing anyway. They slipped easily through the scanners, but the guards standing beside it took one look at Fergie, and decided they�d better frisk him, just in case. As the man bent down, sliding his hands down the outsides of Fergie�s legs, Fergie risked a glance at his twin. He grinned at Tor.

Tor rolled his eyes, and stifled a giggle.

�Are you sure you�re fit to fly?� The security guard asked.

Fergie nodded, �Yep. I�ll get someone to look over me when I get to England.�

�Hmmm,� he didn�t seem satisfied with this answer. �I�m going to call a paramedic to have a quick look at you.

�Fine,� Fergie sighed, scowling slightly. If the paramedic said he couldn�t fly, then he�d have to stay here in Ireland, with David. He only hoped it was one of the guys he�d met before.

It was a few minutes before the paramedics arrived, and luckily, it was someone Fergie knew.

�Brendan!� Fergie grinned, and hugged the paramedic. �I was hoping it�d be you.�

Brendan grinned, �And what have you been up to? Let me guess, you walked into that door of yours again?�

Fergie grinned back, and nodded. �Yep. I really ought to think about having beaded curtains.�

Brendan laughed and got out his first aid bag. �You on your way to school then?�

Fergie nodded. �Yep. And if you don�t let me fly, then I�m stuck here with the door?�

�I�ll see what I can do,� The paramedic gave Fergie a quick check over. �Make sure you get someone to have a look at you when you get to school, ok? I�ve put some bandages on most of the worst cuts, but you�ll need some more than that.�

Fergie nodded, �What a good excuse.� He laughed.

Brendan merely raised his eyebrows, �For what?�

�Oh, well, our teacher who�s a first-aider is really hot.� Fergie blushed slightly as he said it.

Brendan laughed softly, �Oh, well definitely get yourself checked over then. Oh yeah, and next time your in A&E I�ll give you the full check.�

�Thanks,� Fergie muttered. He knew he�d be in A&E sometime soon, they no longer had to ask his name they knew him that well.

�Now you go catch that plane.� Brendan said mock sternly, but laughing slightly as he did so, his eyes sparkling.

�Thanks,� Fergie grinned, and kissed him quickly on the cheek, before darting off to the departures lounge where Tor was waiting for him.

Brendan shook his head slightly, odd kid that one, he probably shouldn�t have let him fly, but he didn�t want to leave him in his step-dad�s hands. Everyone in A& E knew that when Fergie said, �I walked into a door.� It really meant, �My step-dad beat me up and raped me.� But as he would never say it out loud, they couldn�t do anything about it, and he knew that, so he kept quiet.

As Ally pulled the car to a stop outside the school, he felt Mikey�s hand trap his to the gear stick.

�So this is good bye?� Mikey joked.

Ally blushed slightly, �I wish we could carry on like we�ve been.� He didn�t dare look Mikey in the eye.

�We will do sweet thing.� Mikey grinned and kissed him on the cheek, �Just perhaps a little more,� he sniggered, �subtly.�

They both grinned as they remembered how they�d spent their Christmas holidays � mostly naked.

�Come on,� Mikey reached for the door handle, �We can�t stay here forever.�

�Just�� Ally froze him, �Just one more kiss,� he whispered.

Mikey laughed softly, and glanced around to make sure no-one was looking, and gently kissed his boyfriend on the lips.

Ally grinned as he got out of the car, silently thinking to himself Must act straight, must act straight, must�

Nienna jumped out of the car and ran straight towards Mara, hugging her. �Hey!� she squealed, �Did you have a good Christmas.� She was tanned from skiing, and looking really happy, but all eyes were turned to the car she had just gotten out of.

A tall, blonde, extremely tanned boy got out, grabbing both his and Nienna�s suitcases. He leant into the car, �Thanks Mr Amandil, Thanks Mrs Amandil, I had a great time.�

Ally sighed softly and whispered in Mikey�s ear. �Life�s a bitch isn�t it?�

Mikey grinned and raised an eyebrow, �You say this why.�

�That boy has been crushing on me forever. I finally hitch up with you�.and Charlie turns hot!� He laughed softly, taking care to keep their conversation too quiet for anyone else to hear.

�I could get jealous,� Mikey said, but grinning, so Ally would know he was only joking.

�Nah,� Ally smiled, �I�ll only ever want you.�

Charlie calmly walked over to Nienna, all his previous awkwardness and stuttering gone. He slipped his arms around her waist and softly kissed her cheek, �Did you want your clothes?� he grinned, gesturing to her suitcase.

�Oh,� she muttered softly, spinning around in his arms to face him. �I forgot.� She blushed.

�Mmm,� Charlie murmured, before bending down and softly kissing her.

�Damn,� Ally softly cursed, again whispering in Mikey�s ear. �Not only does Charlie turn hot, but just as I turn queer, he turns straight.�

Mikey sniggered, �Looks like you�re destined not to be together.� He laughed softly, fighting the urge to slip his arm around Ally�s waist.

As soon as the twins turned up, Fergie went in search of Art.

�Hey gorgeous,� Art said, from where he sat at his desk in the art room, he�d heard Fergie�s voice, but hadn�t bothered to look up.

�I was thinking I might need some first aid.� Fergie said softly.

Art glanced up, and taking one look at Fergie�s battered body, and jumped out of his seat, running over to put an arm around the boy. �He�s a bastard.� He said softly.

Fergie laughed, �Isn�t he just?�

Art smiled, Fergie�s accent had gone back to it�s full strength again, which was a good thing, it meant it would be easier to tell him and Tor apart.

�And weren�t they only letting me fly on the plane if I promised I�d get some first aid once I was here.� He grinned, �So I�d appreciate some help.�

�Anything broken?� Art asked, he knew by now that Fergie could tell if he had broken bones.

�Nope, just battered and bruised.�

Throughout the day the students continued to arrive. Fergie spent most of the day lying in bed, trying to rest. Tor was off with Mara, making up for al the time they�d spent apart over the summer. Art was off doing teacherly things, it was his new years resolution to try and be a genuinely good teacher. So it was Seiji that ended up sat beside Fergie�s bed.

�How was your Christmas?� Fergie asked.

Seiji grinned, �Awesome. Did nothing but had sex for most of it.�

Fergie laughed, �Same here, although I think yours will have been more pleasurable.�

�Poor you.� Seiji said softly, an unusual display of compassion. He looked yup at Fergie from where he sat on the floor beside his bed, �Want a hug?�

Fergie thought about it for a second, and then nodded, �Although,� he muttered as Seiji climbed into his bed, �I�d much rather you were your boyfriend.�

�Don�t worry,� Seiji grinned, �I�d much rather you were my boyfriend too,� he laughed, causing Fergie to giggle as well.�

As soon as Raven arrived, she ran straight into Alex�s arms, burying her face in his chest. �Missed you,� she muttered softly.

�Missed you too,� Alex smiled as he kissed her,

Raven glanced around to make sure Matt and Eagle weren�t within hearing range, �Want to go to bed?� she grinned.

�You,� Alex kissed her again, �Are filthy.� He laughed softly, �But yes, I do.�

Raven grinned, eyes sparkling with happiness now she was with Alex again, she took him by the hand and started to lead him towards the boarding house.

Alex stood stock still, and grabbed her with both arms, pulling her into a bone crushing hug, �Not now.� He laughed, �Later.�

She looked up at him, eyes pleading with him, �Please?�

�No.� Alex muttered, burying his face in her hair, �That would make you a slut and me an awful womanizer, which I think neither of us want to be.�

Raven sighed softly, but stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek all the same, �Well will you at least come and help me unpack?�

Alex grinned and let her lead him towards the boarding house.

Matt slipped his arms around Eagle�s waist, �How the hell are we going to sneak out of the dorm?� he asked softly.

Eagle turned to him, a puzzled look on his face.

�Raven notices everything. S�not fair,� he buried his face in Eagle�s neck, �She�ll notice we�re gone and say something completely innocent which means everyone�ll know we�ve gone to have sex.�

Eagle laughed softly, �So we go out one at a time?� he suggested, �Alternatively, we�re really blunt about it and tell everyone we�re off to have sex. No-one cares you know.�

Matt blushed softly, he still wasn�t used to the idea of being gay, let alone the fact that he was currently having sex with his best friend, �Um, maybe the first one?� he smiled hopefully up at Eagle.

Eagle looked at that smile, and felt himself melt. �Alright honey,� he whispered, kissing Matt, �What ever you�re ok with.�

Marcus was the last to arrive, his plane getting in late at night, and by the time he got to school, everyone else was tucked up in bed, or having sex. He wandered into the dorm, and silently put his suitcase down, glancing around to see if anyone was still awake. His eyes fell on Fergie, who was lying, covers around his waist, half naked, and reading. Marcus almost gasped out loud when he saw the state of his crush. He wandered over and knelt beside Fergie. �Are you ok?� he asked.

Fergie shifted to lying on his side, and looked at Marcus. A look was all that was needed.

�Stupid question really.� Marcus blushed, �Want a spliff?� he offered.

Fergie smiled and silently shook his head,

�Smoke?�

Again, just a silent shake of the head.

�Hug?� Marcus ventured finally, but he didn�t need Fergie to refuse him to know that one was out of the question. �Do you want to go for a walk? Have a chat?� he offered, desperately trying to think of a way to cheer Fergie up.

Fergie swung his legs out of bed, and grabbed a pair of jeans. He walked nonchalantly out of the dorm, pausing only to glance back at Marcus, �You coming?�

Marcus smiled, and followed him down the spiral staircase, into the common room. Fergie wandered over to the small kitchen they had installed there over Christmas, and got out some milk and mugs. �Hot chocolate?� he offered.

�Let me make it.� Marcus followed him, gently pushing Fergie over to one of the sofa�s, �You sit down, and talk.�

�What about?�

Marcus turned and smiled his most charming smile at him, hoping it would work, �Whatever you want.�

Fergie barely noticed the smile. �Umm, I don�t know.�

They sat in slightly awkward silence whilst Marcus made them hot chocolate. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, and took out the small packet that was in there. Sprinkling a tiny bit of the white powder into each drink, as if it were sugar, he slipped it back into his pocket. He took a bottle of vodka out of the cupboard, and put a tiny bit in each drink. Carrying the bugs over to Fergie, he sat down beside him on the sofa.

Ferge took a sip of his drink, and felt his brain split in two. �Marcus, what did you put in these?�

Marcus shrugged, �Um, Stuff?� He ventured.

Fergie grinned, �S�nice,� he said softly.

Marcus sat down on the sofa beside him, �Now,� he laughed as he sipped his hot chocolate, �How about that hug?�

Fergie smiled and leant into Marcus, �Thanks,� he muttered.

After a few minutes of silence, it was Marcus who spoke, �Not talking much are you.�

Fergie blushed, �I think he may just about have shattered my jawbone. I�m not such a fan of talking.�

�Bastard,� Said Marcus, with real venom. �I�ve never met the bloke, and you have no idea how much I hate him.�

�Yeah you have.� Fergie prompted, �Half term?�

�I wasn�t here.� Marcus grinned, �You forget, I�ve only been here half a term.�

�Mmm,� Fergie muttered, feeling the warmth of Marcus against him and going sleepy. �I get the feeling my brother has stopped having sex and wants to go to sleep.�

�It�s quite creepy you can feel each other,� Marcus paused, and thought about what he�d said, and sniggered, �Not like that, but you get the meaning.�

�Mmm, You wouldn�t understand.� Fergie smiled softly, �It�s a twin thing.�

�I have a twin,� Marcus grinned, �Just we�re not identical.�

Fergie turned to him, raising his eyebrows, �You do?� �My sister, she�s an hour younger than me.� Marcus laughed slightly, �Of course I had to be born on the 31st of August at 11:45, so her birthday�s in a different month.� He grinned, �Weird huh.�

�Well,� Fergie finished his hot chocolate, �You learn something new every day.� He stood up, if a little gingerly. �Bed time,� he muttered softly, and without thinking held out his hand to Marcus.

Marcus silently took the proffered hand, and together they put their mugs to one side, leaving the washing up for the morning, and wandered upstairs to the dorm.

�Night,� Fergie muttered, slipping his hand out of Marcus�, and climbing into bed.

Marcus froze in the middle of the dorm for a second as he realises, that after all the women, and men, he�s slept with, over all his life, he�s never actually held someone�s hand. He smiled to himself, as he felt himself fall even deeper in love.

The next morning the lower sixth were all told to gather in the common room. Art and Andi wandered in holding vast amounts of paperwork.

�Right guys,� Andi grinned, �Got a treat for you, this weekend we�re going to go on a trip to see A Midsummer Nights Dream, live.�

Gasps went around the room, and hands flew up, questions to be asked.

As she would, Andi asked Marcus what his question was first,

�Um,� he grinned, �I�m not here this weekend. I have a concert on Sunday night.�

�Right,� Andi looked genuinely upset, �Where abouts?�

�London,�

�Oh, well,� Andi�s face lit up, �We�re going to London to see the play on Saturday night, so you could stay an extra night.�

Plans were already ticking in Marcus� brain, this would be the perfect opportunity to� �Perhaps,� he suggested, �You guys could all come to the concert, I mean, as your in London anyway, I can get you tickets, and it would make it more of a trip.�

Andi glanced at Art for confirmation, �Would that be ok do you think?�

Art nodded, �Yeah, should be fine. I�ll run it through with Sir, but I�m sure he�ll be ok with it, and then we�ll all come back together on Monday morning.�

�Will Eagle be coming?� Matt blurted out, unable to hold his question in any longer.

Art grimaced slightly, he�d known that question would be coming soon, �I�m afraid as Eagle isn�t one of our year, I can�t really wriggle him in. And trust me,� he smiled sadly, �I�ve tried.�

�Oh,� Matt paused, looking downcast for a second, and then looked up, �Do we have to go?�

Andi sighed, incredibly sweet though Matt was, she had to tell him, �It�s a compulsory trip. We�ll leave on Saturday morning and get back Monday morning, you wont be apart that long.�

�Oh, ok then.� Matt returned to looking melancholy.

�Shall I go call my agent then?� Marcus grinned, �To sort out seats.�

�Um, sure,� Andi smiled faintly, jealous that at 16 Marcus had an agent, where as she�d been trying to get into Show Business all her life and still didn�t have one.

Marcus slipped his phone out of his pocket and after speed dialling a number, started to talk in very rapid Italian, �Ciau, Giovanni�.� He rambled on for a few minutes, and then looked up at Andi, saying something in Italian.

�What?� She asked, �I don�t understand.�

�Oh,� Marcus blushed, �Sorry, forgot where I was, How many people are going on the trip?�

�Nineteen, including you.�

Marcus went back to talking Italian into his phone, and then flipped it shut. �Yep, that�s all sorted.� He smiled, �It�ll be fun!�

�What are you playing� Toni asked, sucking up to Marcus as always.

Marcus shrugged, �As usual, I haven�t decided yet,� even through in his mind he�d already decided on one song.

�I�m gonna be ill on the weekend.� Matt said determinedly, �Don�t wanna leave him behind.� He sniffed.

Art shook his head, �No your not,� he said firmly, �You will go to London, otherwise who�d make sure Alex didn�t run off with Raven?�

�Hey!� Raven squealed, �What if I want to be run off with!�

�Your right,� Matt sighed, �I�d better come.�