"What was truly stolen was your innocence. For that, I am sorry." 

My eye twitched as his mom spoke: the discussion was heated but welcome for Heath and his sisters. I saw this as part of the process, a way for them to gracefully let go of the past and begin anew. I'd hoped for this to happen. The day Heath picked up the phone and called his mother to invite her back turned all our lives in a new direction. It was like turning into the sun instead of away-- you shade your eyes from the sun but its warmth soothes. 

I worried a lot before she came. Mostly for Heath. The rain hadn't stopped once in over two days prior to her April Fools Day arrival, and I began to think that it was some kind of omen-- you know, like in that Damien movie, not that I'm comparing his mom to a antichrist-- but I hated the idea of rain. I couldn't help but wonder:  the back mudroom was flooding; the Fox River was spilling over the banks, and Pete was flapping around his cage in a frenzy of unmatched spring fever. Heath said Pete's berserk behavior was just horny energy and that we needed to get him either a Mrs. Pete or a Mr. Pete. He explained that the river and the mudroom always flood and said, "Stop worrying, Jake." His words didn't make me stop worrying, but I did my best to show my sunny-side up. I said to myself-- this has nothing to do with his mother; April showers bring May flowers. Then I thought about the Flood. Rain, rain, rain. What happened to warm and sunny?

I found out that in the spring the sun was a tease in Wisconsin.

I used to see real sunshine before I moved here. And by the way-- I'm not a guest anymore-- I'm part of the family, a fixture. I'd moved in-- all my belongings, everything-- even my eight grade science project. Heath and I did all the packing together a month ago. We went back to my old apartment and got it all. I brought back my flat screen and put the "modern apparition," as Kate called it, into the living room. Maybe she doesn't appreciate it, but the guests did. I'd say that "this" guest appreciated that big screen the most. A sitcom writer needs to watch the competition. 

Yard work was out so we watched reruns and first runs. MTV and the Food Network. 

With all the rain I had my doubts about summer, but at least the wet, chilly nights allowed for a roaring fire. We enjoyed that warmth the night before Heath's mom arrived: our sex was hotter than the embers in the fireplace. Heath and I covered every inch of that big bed, rolling and biting and licking. I needed to get it out of my system before mom came to visit. Nothing to dampen the mood like a mother in the house. I always feel guilty doing it with parents around. And she was Heath's mom. Could be mine  someday too, you know-- a mother-in-law? Then I could write mother-in-law jokes in sitcoms from experience. Move over Rodney Dangerfield.

Better check to see if Heath's mom has a good sense of humor first. 

By that evening, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. 

Mother Nature. Mother of Heath. Mother-in-law. Soon to be in the room down the hall.

Kick out the raspberry jams Heath's mother! No more sex for me! At least not with "mom" here, but I shouldn't have been so hasty because the next morning when she came, so did the sun.

Here comes the sun. And Heath's smile. Seriously, it was great to see him smile. Better than sunshine. 

The family was together, and I was a part of it. 

We sat in the living room with the sun pouring in the long windows. I crossed my hands behind my head and listened, staring down at the copy of a recent Newsweek magazine. On the cover, "Time and Space Revisited: Johann Galle and The Big Bang Theory."

Johann the dreamer, Johann the astronomer. In Newsweek.

The whole world knew the truth. 

We did it. Jorge and Linden helped. First the story appeared in some obscure science journals, then AAAS's magazine. I was surprised when USA Today picked up the story. After that, it was all over the media. News at five, internet. Newsweek and Time picked it up. Even interviewed us.

But that wasn't why I was so happy about this particular copy of Newsweek. No, this Newsweek has a special place on the table. On page 37 was a small blurb with a mug shot of Austin Nichols. Underneath, a pull quote with him admitting the real creative genius behind "his" sitcom was me. He admitted he took credit for my work. He admitted it!

My work. In Newsweek.

Both Johann and I redeemed in the same magazine. 

The best part was that part of my life was behind me. I never understood what a real partner was until Heath. 

Heath and I. That was real.

Upstairs, watching the seasons in Wisconsin, season one of our sitcom, we write as one. We are one.


I looked up from the coffee table and silently thanked the cab driver for bringing me here the day after Thanksgiving. I thanked my lawyer, too. 

I still couldn't believe that Austin admitted it all to the press. 

Just proved that miracles do happen-- with a really good lawyer.


He looked at me over his reading glasses, and I got all hot. I sat on the bed with my laptop between my legs and Heath next to me. I'd like to fuck him silly right now, but our sitcom needed attention. 

"I could take dictation," I suggested as I cracked my knuckles.

"Dick-ta-tion," he giggled. "You can dick-take from me anytime."

"Um, you're being junior high," I said, shoving him. "Besides it's take-dick, not dick-take. No archaic syntax in bed. How many times do I have to tell you that. Besides, we need to get this episode hammered out."

"It can wait." He nuzzled my neck.

"Your mom is down the hall--" 


"So? She's your mother. Wouldn't you feel-- self-conscious? guilty even?"

Pete banged around in his cage. I swear he got turned on watching us. I needed to throw a sheet over his cage.

"Guilt? Not me! That's a Catholic thing," he said. "You can say three Hail Mary's after, then you'll be kosher."

"Catholics aren't kosher," I laughed.

I felt my guilt slip-sliding away with his hand slip-sliding up my leg.

I decided I could live with the guilt and be a kosher Catholic as long as he kept that hand on Mr. Happy.

I set the laptop on the night table, then wrestled him down on the bed. Our legs and arms wrestled for dominance until I distracted Heath with a long, hot kiss. I flipped him under me and pinned his arms above his head. 

"Cheater!" he cried out.

"All's fair in love and war." I decided that red flannel shirt needed to come off fast. I'd been inspecting those Blue Boy magazines under the bed, and there was a story on how to undress your man with your teeth. I looked at those white, pearly buttons and thought, "Why not?" 

Off with the top button!

"What the fuck are you doin?!"

The next two I bit off fast and furious; they were about to come off anyway. On the forth button, I realized that chewing thread with your front teeth was hard work. Damn! But I was committed. By the time I was on the last two, I had threads stuck between my teeth like big chunks of old dental floss. The upside was that I had Heath begging. 

Know what's harder than buttons? Zippers. But I managed. Heath kept laughing at me the whole time: first I nipped his dick through his Levis , then I bit down on the tab of the zipper, and tooth-by-tooth I yanked it down. Tell you what, that was tricky. Between Heath's groans and giggles I managed to free Mr. Happy's best buddy. 

"Yeah, that will teach you to laugh at the Master of Your Domain," I said, winking up at him. Fortunately for me, no underwear between my mouth and that mighty-fine dick of his. I got to use my teeth on the real thing. Nice little nibbles, too. He was moaning and groaning and begging nonstop. I completely forgot all that thread in my teeth. 

I worked Heath over good, sucking him hot and hard, my head bobbing up and down faster and faster. He cussed between moans and grabbed my hair with enthusiasm-- didn't take long, and I had him coming in my mouth. Kissed him with the spunk on my lips too. He loved it. His mouth had just started in on me when a knock came at the door.

I groaned. 

"Heath? Are you hurt?"

I froze. His mother! Shit! 

"No," he answered. "I just stubbed my toe."

"Stubbed my toe?" I whispered. "Is that all you can think of? Jeez, that's gay."

"Things aren't gay," Heath whispered back, nipping Mr. Happy. "People are."

Heath flicked out his hot tongue. Mr. Happy jumped for joy.

"You be careful in there," she called out.

"I will," he answered, then kissed Mr. Happy.

"You better be," I hissed at Heath. "Don't want to damage the goods."

"The goodies," Heath corrected, licking Mr. Happy with Mr. Magic Tongue. "Damage the goodies." 

We listened for his mom's departure. Her door closed.

"Now, where was I?" Heath asked. "Oh, yes." Then he sucked me off  better than a Eureka Boss SmartVac with on-board attachments.


The next morning our shoes were wet with dew as we walked to the old garden. I smiled up at the clear sky. Only a few fluffy clouds with a light breeze: a perfect day.  Our final mission? To reunite the lovers. The sun warmed my face as I watched Heath digging. I'd offered to help, but Heath felt it was important that he do this for Henry. A few feet away, a robin watched us as she perched on a limb of an old oak tree. 

Heath removed the sod carefully, then dug in the middle of the plot. With each shovel-full, Heath was closer to Henry's heart. In my left hand I held a hefty posthole digger upright, and in my right hand I held Johann's urn against my chest. I'd tied it up in a silk scarf long enough to lower it down onto the casket. 

We'd decided the initial hole only need to be a few feet deep before using the post hole digger. I stood next to Heath's dirt pile and was surprised when the brave little robin flew down and snatched a plump night crawler from the freshly-turned soil at my feet. She cocked her head and looked at me, then flew off. I watched her disappear into the sun.

Heath wiped his brow with his shirt sleeve and nodded. The hole was deep enough. He set the shovel aside, and I handed him the posthole digger. Heath stood with legs apart, chopping the ground with the digger's jaws, then he'd take step, rotating around the hole. With each step he pulled out a jaw-full of earth, and he did this until we heard a hollow thump. He'd found Henry.

I knelt and carefully inched Johann down to Henry. When the urn touched the casket, I let the end of the scarf go, and it fluttered down. At last they were together. As I stood and brushed off my jeans, Heath took a shovel-full of earth and dropped it down the hole. Then he handed the shovel to me, and I did the same. We took turns until the ground was mounded up where they both rested. 

Heath replaced the sod over the grave, fitting the pieces of the grassy puzzle together, and we took turns patting the sod down with the shovel. 

When done, we stood side-by-side. 

"May you love each other well," he whispered. We bowed our heads. I prayed that wherever they were, they were together and happy.

The weeks passed. Heath's mother stayed, and Heath and I settled into our lives together: We wrote, we loved, we dreamed. One day in early June, we took one of our regular visits to see Henry and Johann. The grass was greener, the sky bluer, and the robin watched us from her nest high up on a bough of the old oak tree. I thought of Walt Whitman's words, "The smallest sprout shows that there is really no death." We stopped in front of the grave, and there bloomed two violets, one pale white and one rich purple, their throats both a blaze of yellow. I reached for Heath's hand and gave it a squeeze. I knew then that they were happy. 

We turned and walked hand-in-hand back to our home. When we stepped inside the door together, I turned to Heath and kissed him. All the ghosts were at rest. Heath's parents and Austin. Johann and Henry. And all the magic? That was still there. 

But it was all our own.

The End

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From: [identity profile] ifyoucantfixit2.livejournal.com

Thank you for this beautiful story. I loved the mystery. I loved the pictures you painted in my mind. All the carving on the bed. The beauty of their love. And how they found the answers they were searching for. Heaths parents. Jakes problem with Austin. And the ashes of the lost lovers. How they could finally put them together, through all eternity. Now Heath and Jake can be forever together. It was a beautiful ending, and a lovely beginning. You always give more than is ever expected. You are such a lovely writer. Thank you again, for all of this, and all the others that you have done. Janice

From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com

I loved the pictures you painted in my mind. Knowing I've succeeded creating that imagery makes it all worthwhile for me as a writer. I've loved writing this story-- some call their writings their children, to me their more like lovers: some you coddle, some you spurn, and some you keep close in your heart. This fic was the latter. Thanks so much for loving my story and taking time to comment. I appreciate it.


From: [identity profile] eandj.livejournal.com

Oh my god - this was perfect, beautiful and perfect
I'm so glad for Henry and Johann and it's good to hear the news about Austin
but the best is:
'The family was together, and I was a part of it.'
thank you for this story

From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com

Thanks so much, Paula. I think that whole idea of the home with the white picket fence appeals to the romantic in most of us. Thanks for reading and commenting.


From: [identity profile] anjelmati.livejournal.com

Oh,it's over.I always looked forward to your updates of this unusual story.Thanks for sharing.Nice to hear from Jorge and Linden again,you can feature them in a story of their own any time you like!Humour,ghosts and mystery,can't ask for anymore from this one,and any further tales from this world would be much appreciated.

From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com

Thanks so much. I will write a few one shots in this universe. As for Linden and Jorge, I don't think I'd write a whole fic around them, but a one shot would be fun to write one of these days.

Thanks again for reading and commenting.


From: [identity profile] roby100.livejournal.com

I really loved everything of this story and this final chapter is simply perfect!
I am so glad that I had the opportunity to read it :)
Thanks for leaving in my mind the beautiful image of them as a family. Peaceful, lovely and sexy!!

A tight hug from Italy

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Thanks so much. I tried hard to get those last lines right (and Jen really came through for me. I knew it needed more work when I sent it to her for beta).

Thanks for reading and taking time to comment. It means a lot.


From: [identity profile] kikiruki.livejournal.com

absolutely beautiful.

man, I don't know how I'm gonna go on living now that this is done xDDD
but I'm happy that they're together, that they got their happy ending...

I really really hope that you will write more about this pairing, 'cause they are SO sweet and SO perfect for each other, and you totally showed it with this fic ;รง;

"but it was all our own".


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Awww. Shucks! Thanks so much. And thank you for your awesome artwork too. I'm glad you liked the last time. I will write some one shots!


From: [identity profile] camillar.livejournal.com

So perfect! I loved this ending so much! What a wonderful way to wrap things up for everyone. I'm gonna miss this story, but I'm so glad you shared it with us! Thanks!

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Thanks, Camilla. Always great to get pats on the back from writers you love. Appreciate it!


From: [identity profile] suzysue2.livejournal.com

Thank you for such a wonderful story and with happy endings all round. I hate endings though... but looking forward to reading your next story or are you continuing with 'None So Blind'? Or more Jorge and Linden? lol


From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com

Thanks, for the compliment. I've got two short chapters of The Weathermen being beta'd right now, and I'm working on the next chapter of None So Blind. I plan to concentrate most of my fan fic energies on None So Blind from this point on. Hope that makes you happy!


From: [identity profile] anony-mouse19.livejournal.com

omg that was a perfect ending.the last paragraph is so wonderful.aah all the fuzzies :]

this was a brilliant story.funny and hot and sweet.and a bit supernatural.
Both Johann and I redeemed in the same magazine. oh i loved this.wonder what made Austin admit that to the press.hey maybe he's becoming a better person.
i love Pete.aw he didn't get a Mr. or Mrs. Pete :( but maybe they can get a partner for Pete in one of the one shots you mentioned. :D

thank you very much.hope you got many more stories coming.

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Glad you liked the magazine twist. I couldn't help myself doing that one. It seemed only fitting. And about Pete, you're right, I should make sure in a one-shot that Pete gets his Mr. or Mrs. Pete.

Thanks for taking time to comment.


From: [identity profile] bbmcowgirl.livejournal.com

What a wonderful ending. Having Austin admit what he'd done had to make Jake feel vindicated (I wonder if Jake will get back royalties?). And now Heath and Jake are writting stories and spending their lives together. How much more perfect could life be? And Johann and Henry are together forever now. Those 2 little violets gave me happy chill bumps. I hope we can go back and visit from time to time and see how everyone is getting along.

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Thanks, Judy. Interesting when you said having Austin admit what he'd done had to make Jake feel vindicated (I wonder if Jake will get back royalties?). Now that's a good idea. Jake deserves the $$$ too. Just think of what he could do for that old home to help with the up-keep!

Those 2 little violets gave me happy chill bumps. Violets are one of first sign of Spring and new beginnings; the idea of them blooming there fit for me. Thanks for appreciating it!

From: [identity profile] mira986.livejournal.com

Too bad this is the end. I loved this story so much, from beginning to the end. Thank you for sharing it.


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

It's always sad to end a story. As I've said before, it's hard to leave them.



From: [identity profile] ramona4jake.livejournal.com

Beautiful and perfect happy ending and ever funny ! And in your face, Austin !! And I'm happy for Johann and Henry, and for Heath's mom staying !
Thank you so much for a wonderful story !!

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I'm all for your whole in your face, Austin !! Jake needed vindication even if he got his man.



From: [identity profile] lovewithstands.livejournal.com

awesome ending to a awesome story :)

Hope you write another story when you get the chance

From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com


Actually, I'm working on a few different stories right now. One is the Weathermen (a superhero farce) and the other is the sequel to Love is Blind. I'm also currently in the process of writing a fic with another writer, too-- so you'll have a lot more of el_wing's writing to read.

From: [identity profile] trekfan.livejournal.com

beautiful. I loved this story from beginning to end. I am glad we got to see Pete (yeah he needs a mrs pete or mr pete, he's horny alright. and voyeur! (I say move over Pete I wanna watch too :D)

And I am glad Johann and Henry are together at least and that Heath and Jake have a happy life.

this made me feel good

thank you


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Hi! Thanks so much. I knew you'd like Pete in this last chapter. He still needs a life-partner, but hey, it's already been suggested that this would be a good idea to include in one shot. I think I'll do it. And as for your voyeuristic needs-- I say move over Pete I wanna watch too :D-- move over and make room for me too!

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From: [identity profile] equally-dour.livejournal.com

Oh, what an ending! ♥ I loved that story from the start and I can't wait to read your future oneshots. :)

Then he sucked me off better than a Eureka Boss SmartVac with on-board attachments.

:D!:D!:D! Your sense of humor is killing me!

So, what's next?

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Yes, I felt inspired during that line. Sometimes I laugh at my own jokes when I'm writing. I did it when I wrote that line.

So, what's next? Well, I have two chapters of the Weathermen beta'd and ready for the next few weeks. I intend to write about eight more parts to that, but my main drive is to write None So Blind and another piece I'm working on with another writer in this fandom. (And in real life, I'm writing a textbook for $$$, but that's over half done. I should be done with it this summer)

From: [identity profile] my-lil-darlin.livejournal.com

Aaaahhhh, what a lovely, quiet, peaceful ending. You made me so happy! ::glows:: Thanks so much for finishing this unique tale, for all the humor, all the lovin', all the care and finesse you used to tell us their story. *hugs*

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Thanks so much for finishing this unique tale, for all the humor, all the lovin', all the care and finesse you used to tell us their story. *hugs* Gosh, thanks so much! I appreciate your compliments.

Hugs in return,

From: [identity profile] mrs-spamlad.livejournal.com

You have created a magic all your own with this story!
Thank you so much for sharing it- it was unique, intriguing and well-written. I enjoyed every word!
So, what's next? ;)

From: [identity profile] el-wing.livejournal.com

Thanks so much, Jill! I appreciate your comments and interest!

To answer your question: I have two short parts to the Weathermen being beta'd and I'm writing more of None So Blind (the sequel to Love is Blind).

From: [identity profile] hoosier67.livejournal.com

I really enjoyed this story and I hate to see it end. But it was a great ride.
" I stood next to Heath's dirt pile and was surprised when the brave little robin flew down and snatched a plump night crawler from the freshly-turned soil at my feet. She cocked her head and looked at me, then flew off. I watched her disappear into the sun."
I just loved that part because it reminds me of a scene from my favorite movie Blue Velvet. Just like in the story it happens at the end when everything is resolved. I don't know if you intended this or not but it certainly was a nice touch.
Thanks so much for sharing your witt and great writing skills.


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I've never see Blue Velvet. I just googled it and it looks interesting. I actually used it from personal experience-- it happened at my grandfather's funeral when I was about 13 years old. I kind of felt like it was a sign then. It doesn't surprise me though. The robin has been used in literature and in children's stories a lot.

From: [identity profile] fridayblues.livejournal.com

I loved the ending. It's so peaceful and I love how Jake can fit in the family like he belongs from the very beginning. I know I will miss these boys *sniffs* But I'm happy you promise us oneshots :)
Thanks for sharing, dear. I'm so going to reread it from now!! Damn the papers on my desk heh heh

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

Thanks, Blues. I know about papers all over my desk. I have a ton of them to get to also. Darn that real life always getting in the way of what's important, like slash ;)

From: [identity profile] smittenkitten45.livejournal.com

Loved it! What a perfect ending! I was hoping you would bring Austin back and make him pay for what he did. And the scene with Heath "stubbing his toe" was hilarious. Great story, I'm sad to see it end.


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I got Austin to pay back in the very best way-- retraction! Glad you laughed at my slapstick humor. I love it, too. Chevy Chase falling always cracks me up.


From: [identity profile] bentgyro.livejournal.com

What a lovely ending to this story! All the ends neatly tied up and Jake and Heath happy and secure together - even with Heath's mom there with them! I'm sorry to see this story end as I enjoyed every chapter.
Thank you for this!

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I'm sorry it's coming to an end too. Alas, but on to different stories...

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.

From: [identity profile] koyaniskaski.livejournal.com


Thanks for a wonderful and engaging story. Very creative and I love the happy ending.

From: [identity profile] sweetje.livejournal.com

I'm so glad that everything turned out well for everyone. I love happy endings, or, in the case of Jake and Heath, a happy beginning.
Thank you so much for this wonderful story. I thoroughly enjoyed it. : )

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

You are so right about a new beginning. That's point I was making. Thanks so much, Debra.


From: [identity profile] fl1789.livejournal.com

This was a great story, I'm sad is over but I'm glad
the boys got such a happy ending :)

lots of hugs,


From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I'm a bit sad too, but happy that the boys are together.

hugs in return


From: [identity profile] lawgoddess.livejournal.com

Oh my, what a sweet and satisfying ending. Just lovely.

I liked the "undressing with my teeth " thing a lot.And the mom at the door was very funny.

My favorite line: Just proved that miracles do happen-- with a really good lawyer.

I loved that you could do plot and smex and humor all together. Thank you.

From: [identity profile] elwings-things.livejournal.com

I figured you'd appreciate that line ;) It's very true, too!

Thanks for reading. It's been a pleasure to write and thanks for all your praise and encouragement.

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