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PostSubject: ~*That Special Someone*~ By: Ree   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptySun Feb 15, 2009 11:25 pm

THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE {an original fan fiction by E. Marie Crittenden 2006
Not meant for publication}





Prologue:

Urs

The rain was coming down heavier now and he hunched his shoulders in the brown leather jacket, a little uncomfortable with the drips that had soaked his long hair and was now trickling inside the collar and down his neck.

He supposed that he should go back to the flat, the guys already thought he was nuts to go out for a walk in this weather. He smiled a bit thinking of Carlos, in his usual loud voice saying that he must be mad, and if he caught a cold no one would feel sorry for him.

There wasn’t much to this small park, just enough for a few benches under the sparse trees. He thought he should have gone out into the countryside but it was such a long trip and they only had a couple of days here in the UK before heading out for more studio time in Ireland. He just had to get away and do some thinking, alone.

Urs stopped walking and leaned back against a huge oak, a little sheltered by the massive branches and thought about why he had come out for this walk in the first place.

His life wasn’t exactly the bed of roses that he had envisioned when he left Amsterdam. His relationship with his girlfriend had hit a very rocky time, in fact they seemed to be drifting further and further apart. Why?...he wasn’t sure, maybe the time they had to spend apart, maybe the differences he and Nicole had developed. He thought about the others: Carlos with his new bride, Geraldine. After 16 years of being together but separated a great deal of the time they had finally wed, in Disneyland of all places, in a beautiful ceremony that Urs actually felt pangs of envy over. Not for the glitz but the dedication, the deep love and commitment.

And David who was so in love with his Holly. They were so crazy for each other that it was almost something you could touch, the infrequent times they had managed to be together this past two years. Still they were close, loving, all the things that he had hoped for himself.

And now Sebastien. The relationship with Anna was getting more serious all the time, regardless of the fact that much of it had to be carried on by phone or computer.

He sighed and pushed himself off the tree and headed back to the flats, resigned, thinking that it wouldn’t be much longer before either Nicole moved on or he would, that maybe it would be a relief when it happened. He hated all the fighting, would do nearly anything to avoid it, but knew at the same time, because of always trying to keep the peace, that his confidence was ebbing, his feeling of self worth at an all time low.

Maybe he was destined to be one of those lonely men who went through life without a lasting relationship. Now, wasn’t that something to look forward to?

**
Honey

Honey settled herself in the comfy seat on the BWA flight, her first time to fly in Business Class, in fact only the second time she had ever flown anywhere. She smiled across the aisle at Carol as her friend got prepared for take-off. Carol was not good with flying, was basically scared senseless and if it weren’t for the comforting arms of her sweetie, Miles, she would by this time have been vomiting.

Sometimes she envied them their close relationship. There had never been time for Honey to develop a serious relationship with the very few men she had met. She shuddered as she thought, reluctantly, of the time when she first moved to Thunder Bay. She pushed that thought to the back of her memory. It was bad enough to remember it nearly every night, making the hours of darkness torture for her.

Perhaps she would never have the kind of relationship that seemed so natural for others. And anyway she had never, not once, felt the urge to be more than friends with anyone she knew, though maybe that was due to that terrible night as well. Not for the first time she wondered if there was something wrong with her, some recessive gene that turned her libido off and made her a ‘cold fish’ as she had been labeled a few times.

She laughed to herself, not one to dwell on negative thoughts for long. If it was to happen that she would meet someone and fall madly in love, it would happen…if not, well there was always her work and music for her to lose herself in. She inserted the ear phones for her IPod and turned on her favorite group, Il Divo, in her mind singing along with them, losing herself in the romantic music and thinking about the concerts they had all attended in Montreal and Toronto, up in the rafters of course, since they hadn’t signed the deal with Sony at that time, so money was a scarce commodity. Now there were some faces and bodies, and of course voices, that made her body heat up…especially the Swiss one, Urs, whose voice, when he sang his parts, made her quiver. Just for fun, as always, she made up harmonies to sing along with them, never out loud of course, but very real in her head. ‘Thank god for music’ she thought and lost herself in the counterpoint.

**


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PostSubject: Chapter 1 *Off To Ireland *   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 8:54 pm

Off to Ireland:

The vase hit the door with an all too familiar thud and tinkle of glass breaking. He paused for a moment then went on down the stairs, angry with Nicole, with himself, with the world in general. Their arrangement seemed to work well most of the time, though it wasn’t the close, loving relationship that any of the others enjoyed, still it worked…more or less. Today was just one of the less days.

Urs walked out to the main street and flagged a taxi, gave the driver the airport as destination and sat back in the seat to think about what had just happened.

Nicole was a dancer, belonged to a modern dance troupe and was often away on short gigs, sort of like he was. As a singer with a rapidly rising new group he was constantly doing meet and greets or TV or magazine interviews and recently they had completed their first world tour, nearly 7 months of hopping from one venue to the other with little time off. Still they had been together now and then, once he even flew her in to spend a weekend but she didn’t get along well with the others or their ladies so that had been kind of a disaster.

This time the argument was about her friends.

Urs had dropped in to say good bye since the group was off to Ireland for 2 or 3 weeks after a week in Sweden and a few days in the UK. When he arrived he could smell the sweet reek of pot even in the hall and found 3 of Nicole’s friends stoned out of their trees. He was angry and she was defensive, swearing that she hadn’t done any, that kind of life was long behind her, but he stormed out when she refused to have them leave, well aware of the trouble that it would cause him if he was linked to drug use, no matter how innocent.

He entered the business class Lounge after the usual ticket and Security checks and looked around for his friends. They were spread out comfortably in some of the soft chairs, having a last drink before boarding, laughing about something and looked up to greet him.

He threw himself into a chair and slouched, saying hello but not much else and David immediately picked up on his rotten mood.

“Trouble in paradise, Bro? Need to talk about it?”

Urs just shrugged and rose to search for the attendant to get him a beer. David wasn’t offended. They all knew how private Urs was, knew he found it difficult to share personal matters with them even though they had become close, more like brothers than partners in this great adventure of a new type of music.

Urs pretended to sleep on the short hop to Dublin and disappeared into his room right after dinner, moody and brooding, an attitude that David and Seb had no intentions of putting up with. They plotted for a while, left Carlos in the suite to shower and went out to the little variety store near the hotel, found just the thing and before they went to bed, put their plan in action, thankful as they set things up that Urs slept like the dead.

As usual the next morning Urs was up with the dawn, dressed in running shorts and a tank, grabbed his sneakers from the closet and went into the lounge to put them on. All three of the men woke to the Swiss/German roars of rage as he discovered that his shoelaces had been replaced with florescent pink ones with little sparkly silver tassels and pink teddy bears on the end, every pair. Carlos poked his head out of his room and yelled, ‘not me, I didn’t do it’ before running back inside to hide.

David and Seb were both cowering in their beds, muffling laughter when Urs stomped into the rooms, stripped the covers off the beds and promised retaliation. He searched David’s closet for his sneakers, thinking to switch laces but came up empty until he had an idea. He flipped the extra pillows off David’s bed and found the shoes. For some reason, David sleeping with his shoes struck him as funny and he fell on the bed laughing, started to get up, saw David holding his shoes tightly in his arms, protecting them, and that set him off again.

After a long time Urs sat up, put on his pink laced shoes with teddy bears, and went, still laughing, to the gym.


**
They were only a couple of days into the routine in Ireland when Steve Mac came to them with news. It seemed that Sony had arranged for a new control board to be installed and was sending the inventors over to personally take care of it.

“Why now? Can’t they wait until we finish our tracks?” Urs asked with the irritation evident in his voice. The others shrugged and hid their little smirks. They all knew how Urs hated to have a routine interrupted.

Steve shook his head. “They want to use it for some of the final mixes, they say the new stuff is phenomenal. Don’t worry, it won’t put us behind schedule. Just thought I’d warn you that as of this afternoon there will be three new faces in the house.”

“I hope some of them are girls. I’m tired of looking at unshaven men in the booth every day,” David joked, not really serious since he knew that the love of his life, Holly, would be coming over for a long weekend soon.

“At least I have my Gerald,” Carlos said gloating a bit since he was the only one married and Gerry was between contracts so often could be with him as she was now

Urs frowned at the three laughing men. “Women just get in the way when you’re working, always wanting something, never really satisfied.”

Carlos raised his expressive eyebrows at Urs. “That’s only if you’re hooked up with the wrong woman, my friend.”

Urs just turned his back on them and went into the other booth, donned a head set and waited to be needed by the engineers.

“I think they had a really big row before we went to the airport,” David said, not needing to elaborate since all of the men knew how volatile Urs’ relationship with Nicole was.

They got on with their work and missed the arrival of the components for the new boards and the entrance of the techs.
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PostSubject: Chapter 2 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 8:59 pm

Chapter TWO

***
Honey flopped down on the soft bed and sighed. It was such a relief to be able to relax for a minute and not have to be oh so polite and professional. The reception at the airport had been awesome, almost like they were something special and then to be whisked away to this posh hotel…. Well it wasn’t what she, Miles or Carol had expected after a busy week of meetings and papers to sign, tours of the studios in London.

Her cell phone rang and she scrambled for it, checked the call display and saw it was Miles.

“Hi kid, what’s up?” she expected him to be a little strung out but he was basically hysterical.

“Calm down. We have about half an hour to get changed and then they expect us at the studio. Do some breathing exercises, change your shirt and I’ll meet you and Carol downstairs in 30 minutes.”

She took one more minute to think about the amazing turn her life had taken, then stood, did a little ‘Happy’ dance and went to freshen the tiny bit of makeup she used and change her blouse and jeans.

For a girl from the one horse town of Long Lac in northern Ontario she had come a long way, and fast. A bit more than seven years ago she had finished high school, behind others her age because of taking two years off to nurse her ailing mother. After the sad passing of Maman, Honey had finished high school then moved to Thunder Bay, got a job in a music studio, also a part time one waiting tables in a diner, met Miles and Carol and the rest as they say was history.

Miles was the genius, could do anything with electronics, taught both Honey and Carol to operate the complicated sound boards he designed and found out that even though Honey lacked confidence in herself and was very naïve about life in general, she was a super business woman. She quit her waitress job, put in 15 hour days helping to develop the new equipment, pitched the newest sound board to Sony and after going through so many levels of people it was mind boggling, here they were at last, with a fat contract and supervising the installation and initial use of the new Sony 137A.

Honey brushed her long, wavy mahogany red hair until it gleamed, twisted it around on itself to form a low ponytail, dressed in a fresh emerald long sleeved shirt with a yellow polar fleece vest over it because of the damp weather, slid into fresh jeans and her favorite black leather boots and she was ready. She took one last glance in the mirror, decided, as usual, against makeup, trusting the light tan to see her through, a tan that was compliments of her mother, a full blood Ojibway Native Indian. Just for fun she inserted a pair of dangling crystal and silver ear rings, grabbed her oversized handbag, her glasses disguise and headed out the door, mentally turning on the cheerful, never ‘down’ attitude everyone seemed to expect of her.

She met Miles and Carol as arranged in the lobby, thought as she always did what an odd looking trio they were. Carol was very tall and willowy, her black hair cut very short in a cap of curls, at 5foot 4 in her boots, Honey’s curvy body only reached to Carol’s shoulders. The only similarity was the outfit, jeans, shirt, vest and for Carol, sneakers. Miles on the other hand looked like everyone’s pre-conceived notion of a ‘puter geek: thick glasses, short sleeved plaid shirt with pens in the pocket, his body short and soft, his dark brown hair unruly and in need of a cut. His fashion statement was an old military jacket that he had worn since grade 11, his one extravagance since they signed the contract, a new pair of blindingly white sneakers.

It wasn’t a long trip by cab to the Studio and very soon they were trudging up the path, all a little nervous though and Honey was putting on her business face, a pair of thick rimmed black plastic framed glasses that she thought made her look less girly and more ‘don’t fool with me, buddy’.

As it turned out they hadn’t needed to be nervous at all. Steve Mac met them just inside the door and welcomed them with smiles and handshakes all around. He introduced them to all the office staff and took them down the hall to the Studio where their equipment had been placed, the boxes unopened as requested.

All three took their jackets or vests off and started working in the dimly lit space, all wearing head lamps for the intricate work, through practice not having to discuss anything, just getting on with the job.

Three hours later Miles and Carol turned the backing tape on the mini cassette down so Honey could hear them and called out that they were going to try and find some coffee.

“I just want to finish with this section,” Honey called out to them. “Go ahead…I’ll catch up with you.” The music came back on and as she worked Honey sang along, a little more volume now since she was alone.

**

“OK guys go take a break. We need to do a bit of fiddling here,” Stan the tech called out to the four men and they took off head sets to leave the booth, not very happy with the tracks they had been working on but really wanting coffee at the moment.

“I think the piano is way too loud, in the second chorus…the mixers need to tone it down a bit,” Seb said as they headed down the hall.

“I agree…..Listen…” Urs said stopping and with his head on an angle, listening to someone singing.

“Over there,” David said and pointed to a studio that had a door partly open and the lights turned down to dim.

They went over and Carlos pushed the door open a bit further. They couldn’t see anyone, but there was a little mini recorder sitting on the console and feet were sticking out from underneath, feet that kept time to a mezzo soprano singing a track they weren’t familiar with and in a language that Urs whispered might be Gaelic.

David walked over to the console to see if he could see anyone just as the song finished and they heard the intro for May it Be from Lord Of The Rings starting. A mellow toned woman’s voice called out from under the console asking someone named Miles to push a Philips screwdriver under so he grinned at the others and gave the driver he could see a nudge and walked back to where the others stood, leaning against the wall with them listening to the lovely voice.

**
She stripped a blue wire and put it with the white one she had ready, pushed them into a plastic connector and tightened it down, singing an old Celtic song, but in English, Walking in the Air, keeping the beat as always with her booted feet waving back and forth, the only part of her visible from under the control board. She skooched over a bit to strip and connect another set of wires, tested the panel and found it slightly loose, looked for her Philips and saw it just out of reach, beside a pair of very white sneakers….Miles must have come back for something. The intro for May It Be from LOTR was just starting when she called out to him.

“Miles, be a love and push my Philips under a bit, I can’t quite reach it.” The screwdriver skidded across the floor toward her. She caught it, called out ‘Thanks’ and had finished both the track and tightening the many tiny screws as the intro for Gounod’s Ave Maria came on. She pulled herself a little further under, checked the next assembly, the ones beside it, all the while finishing Ave Maria and starting Nella Fantasie. In the interlude of the oboe solo she pulled herself out a bit by hooking her boots on the edge bending her knees and wiggling, caught the edge of the console in her hands, levered herself out and rolled to her stomach in one move, collecting her tools and standing. Her tool belt was on the top of the console beside her oversized bag that she carried everywhere. As the music came to a close she took off her headlamp, grabbed her glasses to stick in her hair, inserted her tools in the proper pockets and folded it up to put away for now, holding the last note for the 6 bar fade out as she stowed her gear.

Honey reached for the mini recorder and turned it down. “Perfect timing….Now for that coffee,” she said as she turned.

There were four men leaning against the wall of the control room, staring at her and grinning.

She slipped her glasses back down over her eyes, felt a spasm of fear pass through her in the dimly lit studio but suppressed it and glared at them, bracing her feet in a defensive stance and trying to steady her breathing.

“What are you doing in here? This room isn’t ready to be used yet.”

She took a step away from them, wanting to run, shivering as she put on a brave front. The one with long hair spoke up.

“We heard an angel singing and came to check it out. Sorry, we didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She trembled at the gentle, soothing timbre of his voice and held her ground, no longer so apprehensive, only a bit nervous now and couldn’t help but laugh at the way he backed off and showed empty hands, as if to show her he had no weapons.

“I was startled, nothing more. I’ve faced bears and skunks a couple of times….I don’t frighten easily.” ‘Yeah right, tell me another one!’ she thought. “Was that one of you that passed me the Philips?”

“Guilty,” the tall one said. “Did I hear you say something about coffee? That’s where we’re going too.”

The tall one opened the door and Honey stepped out first, turned and she saw them better in the hall light and gulped.

“You’re Il Divo. Brerjush!!! I never thought we would meet you. All three of us are major fans, caught your concerts in Toronto and Montreal, drove 2 days and all night to get there.” She stopped and had a good look at them, not in the least intimidated now, her hands on her hips and her gaze assessing, direct. Annoyed with the damn glasses impeding her vision, she took them off and squeezed them into the back pocket of her jeans.

The men looked like their promotional pictures only better: Spanish Carlos, the baritone, even cheekier in real life with his wide white smile, a curl falling over his forehead and wiggly eye-brows; Swiss Urs, her favorite, a lyric tenor, the quiet one, long hair that he refused to leave curly though the fans loved it, the soul of a poet and eyes that were twin pools that drew you into the depths; Sebastien, from France, sweet and warm natured, sensitive, a pop career behind him as he brought his tenor voice to the group; and the American, David, the youngest and tallest, the tenor with a marvelous high top, the prankster with a loud laugh that infected all around him. Il Divo, the group that was romancing the world with love and music.

“You look even better in person, even with the five o’clock shadows. I’m Honey Harper, here to help install the new Sony 137A.”

The four men introduced themselves, shook her small but long fingered soft hand, though they knew by her smiles that introductions weren’t necessary. They asked her about the sound board and as they went along the corridor to the little kitchen she explained how it worked. Miles and Carol were engrossed in a conversation with Steve when they entered and went over to the coffee machine.

“So, Honey are you a singer? We listened to you singing with the back up tapes. You have a lovely voice,” Carlos said as they headed for an empty table.

“That’s what everyone tells her but she won’t perform, except for friends,” Carol called out from the next table as the guys pushed the two tables together.

“You know I can’t…I get such bad stage fright that I can’t even speak. I need a few beer before I can even do it in front of friends.”

Honey threw herself onto one of the wooden chairs and immediately bolted straight back up with a startled look. She looked at Carol and started to laugh.

“Uh, Carol…I think I need some help. I swear this time I won’t replace them.”

Carol was doubled over with laughter and Miles dropped his head on the table laughing so hard the table shook. The five other men looked on in dismay while Carol and Honey walked, very carefully, to the rest room, Honey stepping very gingerly while a small patch of blood stain appeared on her jeans pocket.
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PostSubject: Chapter 2 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:01 pm

Miles gained control of himself and looked around at the confused men.

“That’s the third time Honey has sat on those damn glasses she doesn’t need and stabbed herself in the butt with the broken frames.”

“Then why does she wear them?” Steve asked though he could guess.

“Have you looked at the woman?” Urs said between breaths as he laughed.

“She’s stunning….she probably thinks the glasses make her look plain.”

“Like that would work.” David said. “Tell her not to worry, Miles. We’re all taken.”

They had all finished laughing and were talking when the women came back and sat down, Honey sitting carefully and glaring around the table, silently daring them to tease her.

“Steve, the board should be ready in half an hour. We just need to run a test on it.” Miles spoke up to take the attention off of Honey.

“Do you want one of the guys to go in the studio?” Steve asked.

“Not necessary, really. Honey usually does some vocals and piano to test for reverb. We have a few set pieces that cover a wide range.” He turned to Honey as he rose and smiled, not daring to ask if she was alright. “Finish your coffee, Babe, while we get the ‘puter warmed up. No hurry.”

“So you play piano too,” David commented when the others left.

“A bit, mostly by ear. And I do a lot of the mixing. Apparently I have something called perfect pitch. It’s handy since neither Miles or Carol can sing or play a note.”

“I love the piano,” he went on. “Urs used to teach piano in Holland, part time, while he sang with the Choral.”

“I’m sure you’re both way out of my class. I had a few lessons, can actually read music but as I said, play mostly by ear. There’s a few pieces that are great for testing the mixers. I could probably do them in my sleep.”

“So what are you doing when you finish here, going back to Canada?” Carlos asked.

“No actually we will likely base in London, at least for a few years. Sony offered us a lab in R and D, in exchange for first dibs on anything new we create. For a while we’re going to concentrate on training and do some work mixing. ….and for the first time in all our lives we don’t have to count every penny. It’s so nice to be able to go in the market and buy anything, not just soup to water down so it will stretch. I was actually thinking of buying a condo or flat in the city, I’ve been told it’s a good investment.”

“Don’t you ever miss the forests, the open spaces? London is so busy, it must be strange, coming from such a natural place to something so …so…” Urs asked, not sure what word he wanted.

“Congested?” Honey supplied with a laugh and Urs nodded, happy that she understood. “Desperately!! We were only in London for a week, signing papers and so forth and they kept us so busy, I felt like we were on a merry go round. Yes, I like London but I miss the peace and the trees terribly. Some day when making a living isn’t my priority I want to live somewhere with trees, snow some of the year, water and mountains. I’ve never seen mountains, except in movies, but I think I’ll like them. It’s just a dream for now.”

“Oh Merde…another Urs,” Seb said. “You two will maybe end up being neighbors in Switzerland.”

Honey laughed as she finished her coffee and took the mug to the kitchen, washed it, took everyone else’s and washed them as well when they brought theirs out.

“Don’t get used to the service guys. I wouldn’t want to spoil you,” she laughed as she dried her hands and headed for the door.

They all headed back to their studios to finish work for the day. Without being aware that he was doing it or why, Urs hung back a bit until Honey caught up. She found herself walking carefully beside Urs as they went down the hall and he grinned, was about to say something when she gripped his arm with a tiny, strong hand.

“Don’t tease…you can laugh all you want but no teasing. I feel dumb enough.”

He sobered immediately and shook his head.

“I was going to ask what you had planned for dinner. We’ve been here long enough to know some good places if you’d like to join us.”

“Casual?”

“Absolutely. There’s a great Irish Pub that has good food and Guinness if you’ve a taste for it……you are old enough to drink aren’t you?” He grinned at her with a playful look about him, knowing already that she must be early twenties.

“Ahhh, you’ve already kissed the Blarney Stone, I see. Yeah, I’m old enough, somewhere between 26 and 28, they aren’t sure.”

“What do you….” They had arrived at the studio and Honey waved, slipped inside with Miles and Carol without Urs having a chance to finish his question. For a few minutes the guys watched as Honey went to the grand in the booth, put the headphones on and without prompting started playing Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu, beautifully, they thought. They listened at the half open control room door until Stan motioned for them to come into their studio further down the hall and they left reluctantly.

**

Dinner that night was fun. Gerry had come over to be with Carlos, her long time boyfriend and new husband, arrived just in time to join them for dinner, and the two women from Canada bonded with her immediately. They quizzed her about the romantic wedding Carlos had set up to surprise her in Disneyland, admired her rings and amused the men with their chattering.

Geraldine was very interested in how they had come to be involved together so Carol and Honey took turns explaining how they had met, how Miles taught them all he knew about sound boards, computers, mixers and mother boards and how the three of them had invented this one between them, then Honey sold Sony on the idea.

“And what’s this Urs tells me about you not knowing how old you are? Do you not know your birthday?”

At the sound of his name the informer in question was jolted back from his intense study of the pretty red-head, only now aware that through most of dinner and the round of drinks they were waiting for now, he had been entranced by her voice,, that amazing laugh, the graceful way she moved and the quick flush that came to her cheeks when she was embarrassed.

Honey laughed and answered as best she could. “Spring sometime. Maman said the ice had almost all gone out. I was born in a small cabin far in the north of Ontario. Papa was a trapper, originally a University professor here in Ireland, my Maman was a French Canadian native Indian. They didn’t go south very often and I was either 5 or 6, maybe 7, they weren’t sure, when we moved to a tiny place called Long Lac. They thought maybe six because of my size, but I could speak four languages, read and write 3, so there was a lot of controversy.”

She felt someone staring and looked over to meet Urs eyes.

“What languages do you speak?” he asked.

“Ah, real useful stuff….English, French, Gaelic and Ojibway, or Anishinaabe as The People of the Forest call themselves,” she said with a laugh and he smiled when he heard her, thinking how pleasant the sound was and how often she laughed.

“Did you take any lessons for voice or piano?” Seb asked.

“None for voice and I learned the basics of piano when I was about 7 or so. I just like it so I practice a lot. Papa played guitar and fiddle and Maman had a lovely voice, was a good drummer at the potlatches and played a mean fiddle as well.”

“What is this ‘fiddle’ and what is this ‘potlatch’ thing?” Carlos asked and Carol giggled.

“A violin but it’s a special kind of playing, like they do here for the dances or back in Canada for the East Coast Music. If our gal here wasn’t so plagued with stage fright she could show you. And a potlatch is a kind of gathering of The People…every one brings something and whoever holds it gives gifts to the participants,,,,, lots of food and dancing and singing….it’s a good time.”

Honey was getting a little embarrassed being the centre of attention and as if he sympathized Urs came behind her chair and challenged her to a game of darts.

“Are you good? ‘Cause I haven’t played since I left Long Lac and that’s about 7 years ago.”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we,” he said with a cheeky grin and steered her over to a board that was free, borrowed darts from the bartender and they played 401.

He was good and helped her improve her stance, standing close behind her and turning her body at a slight angle to the board. He leaned in with his head close to her and breathed deep, laughing a bit when she looked up at him in question.

“You smell so good but I can’t identify it.”

She held her hand up to him and he breathed in the scent again.

‘It’s nothing special really…it’s a lotion I use to keep my skin soft, based on sage, lemongrass and chocolate.”

They played 2 games and he won both handily. Thirst drew them back to the table and this time they sat side by side. Honey tried some of his Guiness, looked like she wanted to spit it out but gamely swallowed and laughed as her eyes watered.

Urs laughed along with her infectious giggles, his face dimpling and eyes squinching at the corners. Seb and David, glanced at one another. It was good to hear their friend so happy for a change.

The friendly atmosphere of the Irish pub got even friendlier as the night wore on. A few different people played the piano and the fiddle, some sang, sometimes in English, some in Gaelic. Seb remarked on the number of Celtic tunes Honey knew, since he saw her quietly singing along with a few of them.

“Well, Papa was Irish, you know. And of course we didn’t have television, not even radio until we moved south. We had to make our own music with his guitar and fiddle and our voices.”

They watched some young men arm wrestling at another table, cheering for them based on shirt color since they didn’t know them at all. That started a conversation about fitness and it evolved into martial arts, of the group at the table Urs was the only one who admitted to having taken some training…. until Carol kind of forced Honey into admitting that she knew some things.

“I know, it’s not very girly but I’ve always been short and people think they can intimidate me. I needed to feel safer after I moved to Thunder Bay so I learned how to protect myself.”

“Tell them about that time in Thunder Bay, Honey,” Carol coaxed but she turned beet red and shook her head so Carol told the story.

“We worked really late one night and left Miles there finishing up. We didn’t have the money for a cab and the buses had stopped so we hoofed it home….that means we walked, Seb…. We were tired so we took a short cut through a park and about half way across this guy comes up behind and grabs Honey by the hair. I didn’t even see her move, it was so fast but suddenly she has his thumb in some kind of lock and made him run across the rest of the park with us, kicked his legs out from under him when we got to the other side, did this kind of pulling and jerking move that dislocated his shoulder and left him moaning on the ground while we ran the rest of the way home.”

“Wow, that thumb thing, that’s a handy thing to know if you get in trouble,” Gerry said. “I’ll have to get you to teach me that one.”

“It’s very simple really,” Honey said and before anyone could see her move she had grabbed Urs hand and bent the thumb back, not enough to disable but he could feel that if she wanted she could break it. She dropped his hand and apologized, her face red in embarrassment.

“Oh, Urs, I’m so sorry. Think I better cut out the beer before I do something I’ll regret tomorrow.”

He just laughed and asked to see the move but in slow motion.

**

Carol had downed a few too many and became a bit maudlin, begging Miles to have the current piano player do a couple of her favorites. He did and a couple of minutes later they heard the piano, fiddle and a harp playing the intro for a song in Gaelic that none of the singers knew…..except some of the patrons and Honey, Siul a Riun. She sang along with the few others in the pub, her cheeks flushing when one of the ladies came over and escorted her to the piano.

She had an amazing mezzo voice, clear and pure, and a good stage presence, mostly because she got right into the music and let it carry her. They went immediately into the other song Carol wanted, Danny Boy. Privately the tenors thought that she would probably squeak the top notes in such a high key or drop down an octave but she hit the E above high C right on and held it without waver.

Honey escaped back to their table after Danny Boy, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment from the compliments. Miles and Carol left soon after, Miles claiming that he needed to get his gal back to the suite before she crashed.

It wasn’t long after that when Urs noticed how uncomfortable Honey seemed. She was getting teased a bit about her voice and hiding such a talent, plus some of the other patrons came by and told her how they hoped to hear her sing again.

He leaned over to her and spoke so only she could hear.

“Do you want to get out of here, maybe walk back to the hotel?”

She hesitated a moment looking out the window at the side of the bar and thinking how dark it was. Then she looked at Urs strong body and calm eyes and knew she would be safe with him. She smiled at him gratefully, he took her hand and they both stood.

“Guys, we’re going to head back now, walk off some of this beer.”

“Don’t be a fool, Urs. It’s raining,” Carlos said and Urs just looked at him blankly.

“And your point is?”

The others all burst into laughter.

“So you finally found someone as nutty as you about walking, even in the rain. See you later, Kids.” David smiled at them, his boyish charm a façade that covered a very intuitive mind. He understood how Honey felt and also saw the attraction that was growing between them, at least on Urs side, Honey was a little too new to him to read her well yet.

David watched them don their jackets at the door, saw the way Urs turned her collar up against the wind and rain and placed his long arm around her shoulders as they left. ‘Be careful, Bro,’ he thought. ‘Nicole will rip you to pieces if she finds out.’

He thought about the woman Urs had been more or less with for a couple of years, thought about how much the others disliked her. She wasn’t good for or to the Swiss man but he just couldn’t see it, didn’t want to admit how manipulative and greedy she was. Someone jostled his back and David left his train of thought for more pleasant pursuits.

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PostSubject: Chapter 3 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:04 pm

Chapter Three

The rain wasn’t nearly as bad as the others had thought, more of a mist, bringing the tang of the sea into the city. They talked easily as they walked along the quiet streets, each easy to talk to or to just be with in companionable silence. He did notice that a few times when they met men coming the other way or passing them, she moved a little closer to his side but he didn’t really worry about it.

Urs asked Honey about her life before she moved to the city and she told him of her mother, of her father passing away in a mill accident the year after Maman took ill with cancer, of missing school and working waiting table to make the budget stretch, of going back after her mother succumbed to the dreaded disease, still working full time in a pub to support herself.

“It didn’t leave much time for socializing but still it was a good life. I had music and books for the few free hours and I had a goal…to get out of Long Lac and see what the rest of the world was like. Moving to Thunder Bay was the first step, but again I had to work two jobs so I never dated or even went to parties. Carol and Miles were my first friends. Then we got so busy with the new board, putting in long days, 7 days a week…..so I’m not really good at anything other than work and business, definitely not good at social events….and I don’t like to go out at night in the city unless I have to. Too dangerous.”

“And now you have a whole new group of friends. It’s kind of refreshing to meet someone who isn’t worldy wise. I think deep down you are a very social person, just selective.”

Honey laughed at him and looked up to his eyes with the mist dripping off her face. ‘She looks adorable’, he thought and hugged her tight, using his big hand to wipe the dewy drops from her forehead and cheeks.

“Cold?” he asked.

“No, I love walking in the rain. Especially in the forest. It’s like you have the whole world to yourself, like there is no one else near to enjoy the quiet, the solitude. I’m glad I’m not the only crazy one.”

“So am I,” Urs answered and they walked on.

**

That night as Carlos and Gerry got ready for bed, he asked what she thought of the Canadians.

“I like them. They seem very honest and open, hardworking for sure….except….I just get the feeling that Honey isn’t nearly as cheerful as she lets on, that it’s to cover something, some deep seated fear. I wish Urs wasn’t still with that *****. Honey would be so perfect for him, he needs some one who would look at him as a knight in shining armor.”

Carlos wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck. “No match making, Querida…..and don’t say anything like that about Nicole to Urs. They had some sort of disagreement before he left and he’s still hurting.”

“Good, then maybe he’ll get smart at last…..Carlito, if we’re going to talk then you have to stop doing that.”

“No more talking,” he said and pushed her back on to the bed, following closely behind to lay beside her and lean over to kiss her passionately. The talking ended for the night.

**

The next few days the guys recorded tracks using the new equipment. Miles and Honey argued a bit over the mixing, she won and when they finished Miles did a few playbacks for them and they were amazed at the improved quality. Carol and Honey installed equipment in 2 other studios while Miles supervised the training sessions for operators, an easy job since they were all pros and caught on to the new boards quickly.

Urs and Honey kept drifting together, their interests were so similar but different from all the others. The attraction between them kept growing, obvious to their friends but to Urs and Honey they were just having so much fun in each others company that there was no time to figure out why.

Most mornings they met up and went to the gym, Urs on the treadmill then moving on to the Universal and to lift weights. Honey had a set routine she did, stretches with Tai chi and some Ballet type moves, then the Universal for leg raises and the butterfly. By 7a.m. they were back at their rooms to shower and met up again for the hotel breakfast buffet. Urs was finding it more and more difficult to think of Honey without having his body react. At first he was amazed, then pleased….it had been a long time since he had felt these uncontrolled feelings about a woman. With Nicole sex was almost scripted, especially the past year. His morning showers after watching Honey in a tight unitard, doing her sinuous stretches and Balletic moves, had of necessity become COLD showers that sometimes helped.

Even in food tastes they were very alike, both being a bit of health nuts, preferring whole grains and fruit or yogurt over the heavy meals the others liked. And for snacks Honey got Urs addicted to something new to him.

She was in the little kitchen at the studio and in the process of pulling stuff out a bag she had brought back from a visit to the local market area.

“What’s this…you’re going to cook? Is this another hidden talent, Little One?”

She giggled and took the jar of wheat germ out of his hand.

“I’m sure a health nut like you has had wheat germ before, Urs Buhler, so don’t try to snow me. I’m going to make smoothies.”

He leaned on the counter and watched, intrigued as she began putting ingredients in a blender: Yogurt, wheat germ, a banana, a small handful of berries, a tiny splash of vanilla and some skim milk. She pulsed the blender 4 or 5 times, eyeballing the mixture until she was satisfied, took the top off and poured him a bit in a glass.

“That’s all I get?” He pretended to pout as he finished the taste she had given him. “I really like it….so I guess you could add anything you wanted, any kind of fruit, even chocolate.”

Honey laughed at his chocolate obsession. “I think adding chocolate would defeat the whole health concept, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand these scientists. Chocolate should be considered a food group all it’s own, as necessary as exercise or sunlight.”

“That’s only for people who work out constantly, my friend. Normal people don’t do enough to work off the amount of Toblerone you consume. Speaking of which…” She poured him another full glass and reached in the remaining bag, pulling out a giant bar of Toblerone.

“The confectionary next to the newsstand sells them. This should keep you going for …maybe 15 minutes.”

He grinned and dropped a thank you kiss on her cheek, then left with his smoothie and chocolate while she laughed at his exaggerated walk while he belted out Staying Alive, and did the John Travolta Disco walk.

Carlos came in the kitchen with a huge smile.

“It’s only 10 in the morning…..has Urs been drinking already?”

She just laughed and Carlos thought that whatever was the reason he liked seeing his brother so happy.

**

They biked out into the countryside one off day on a Harley that Urs rented locally, found the coast and lunched on some rocks along a wild beach with the water crashing on the cliffs nearby.

Honey tried climbing up on some boulders to get a better view and kept slipping back until Urs boosted her. She stood on the top raising her arms to the sky and drinking in the wind and mist, enchanted by the moist sweet Irish air.

“Now how are you getting back down?” he called up to her after a while and she just grinned at him.

“I’m going to jump and you’re going to catch me…simple.”

He began to protest but she laughed and jumped, He stepped forward and managed to catch her but the force of her hitting his arms knocked them both to the ground and they both laughed as they scrambled upright again.

She asked Urs about his home in Switzerland and he told her of his Mami and Babi, his siblings and friends, the rock band he had played in from 17 to 20. She could see the love he had for family and envied it since she no longer had any. They talked about his years in Amsterdam and about music that they both loved, some groups from Canada that he had never heard of and some from Europe that she was not familiar with. She was entranced, thought she could listen forever to his soft, mellow voice with the slight accent when he was enthused about his subject.

He told her about the motorcycles he was refurbishing and she listened quietly though she knew nothing about points and carburetors.

“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before,” Honey admitted as they watched the waves.

“Really? I thought you were a pro, you seemed so relaxed riding behind me.”

She laughed and flirted with him a bit shyly.

“That’s because I trust you. I just held on and gave you my life to play with.”

Urs laughed and reached over to stroke her cheek with a gentle hand.

“Be careful who you trust, Little One. I may have a different ‘agenda’ as David would say.”

She just looked at him solemnly. “I don’t think so, Urs. I think you are at heart, a very honest and honorable man.

He thought about that for a while, feeling guilty now, since he had let his feelings for this woman escalate. It wasn’t fair to her when nothing could ever come of a relationship with him. But she was just so pleasant to be around. He stood and held his hand out to her.

“We better get back. The others are expecting us for dinner.”

He helped her to her feet and when she leaned against him a bit for balance, kissed her mouth lightly without thinking. And all his good intentions vanished when his body betrayed him, stirring and sending a rush of yearning through his flesh that screamed to be fed. With great difficulty he released her from his arms and turned to lead her back to the bike.

After dinner and a while spent chatting with everyone they went for one of their usual evening strolls, winding their way through the city streets, chatting about the day, about music, laughing about the trouble Seb had pronouncing ‘the’, although Honey thought his ‘zee’ sounded cute, and talked about the many guiding trips Honey had done during her Canadian summers.

They arrived back at the hotel, had a quick night cap in the bar and took the lift up to Honey’s floor first. She gave Urs the room key card and he opened the door to let her in, paused a moment in the open doorway to arrange a meeting for the gym and in the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

Before he had realized he was doing it Urs pulled her into his arms and trailed his mouth over her face, watching her eyes glaze with surprise, then pleasure, thinking how much easier it would be to stop if she resisted. He groaned softly and teased her lips with his tongue until they parted and he tasted the sweetness and heat of her. His hands strayed up under her shirt to cup her breasts and through the lacy bra he could feel the throbbing nipples, felt himself stiffen even more when she moaned and pushed into his hands. They were both breathless when he released her mouth and her hands, which had been twined in his hair, fell to his shoulders.

He was shaking as he held her away from him and stepped out of the doorway into the hall.

“Sweet dreams, Little One,” he said just above a whisper as he let the door swing closed.

Honey wasn’t at all sure what had just happened, only that she was infused with feelings she had never experienced before. She leaned against the closed door for a few minutes, her lips still tingling from his kiss. She laughed as she thought how the ladies on the Forum would carry on if they knew the Swiss Rock God had just hungrily kissed a woman from the one horse town of Long Lac, that she had felt the bulge in his jeans as he pulled her tight against him and fondled her breasts gently. Well, she would never tell, that was for sure. Sweet dreams… Honey knew exactly what she would dream about this night and shivered at the thought, a little frightened, more than a little filled with longing.

**

Urs lay on his back in bed, thinking about the day, in fact about the last few days. He didn’t remember ever enjoying a woman’s company as much as he enjoyed being with the pretty little red-head. Still nothing could come of it, of that he was sure. She was too young for him, for starters, probably just was having a little fling, new to most things outside her small circle, new to this side of the world and all the difference in the cultures; that or maybe she was more of a rabid fan than she let on. Could be…. No it couldn’t. No-one was more honest and direct than Honey, he doubted she even knew how to be a tease or to dissemble. Lying didn’t seem part of her makeup.

Images of her at the coast, working on the consoles, laughing at some silly thing David had done, flitted through his mind like a fast forward video. He could still taste her sweet mouth when she opened her lips to let him explore the velvet softness, the firmness of her breasts that pressed against him, the way the nipples were enlarged and throbbing when he lay his hands gently on them….he threw the covers off and with a soft curse stomped in to the lav to have yet another cold shower.

**

“There’s just something missing and I don’t know how to fix it…not yet anyway,” Steve said, looking up at the standing Divos clustered around the mixing board.

It was an old Chris de Burgh track, Where Peaceful Waters Flow and it was good but didn’t quite have the WOW factor they were used to achieving. Miles spoke up at last and had a suggestion.

“Play it again but turn the sound on in the booth.”

Steve raised his brows at the Canadian who just grinned and nodded toward the glass between control room and booth. Honey was up on a ladder working on one of the boom mikes.

Steve keyed the sound on and started the track again. For the first 8 bars it was just Seb singing then they could hear a soft counterpoint similar to the Io Te Amero track when the others joined in, but this was Honey singing along with the track. She sang along with the rest of the track, sometimes a harmony that would be David’s, sometimes Urs’, but beautiful and perfect. The two men looked at each other, grinned and went in the booth to lift Honey off the ladder and sit her at the piano.

“That harmony…. Would you let us have it for the track?”

Honey laughed at David who was on his knees pleading and looked at Urs.

“You’re kidding, right?”

He shook his head and grinned. “Deadly serious. It’s just what we need to make the track perfect.”

She giggled. “I was just fooling around. I like to sing along with you guys….and how did you hear it anyway?” She looked up at the window and saw Miles try to duck out of sight. “Miles!!! You owe me for this, Lefty!!”

“Lefty?” Urs queried.

“As in both feet, ‘cause he can’t dance worth a damn.”

They worked on the harmony for a while, then Honey left them to it and finished working on the mike while they fine-tuned and when she had finished and left the booth they recorded the new music to be mixed.

The end result was outstanding.

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PostSubject: Chapter 3 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:07 pm

When they walked home after work that night, Urs thanked her again for the music and she shrugged it off. “I like to sing with you guys, especially if there’s a chance for a counterpoint. Your Christmas Album is great for that. Miles brought me back a copy from the States.”

“So who’s your favorite artist?”

“You mean other than you?” she answered with a grin and vaulted up on a stone wall beside the sidewalk. Urs held his hand out for her to grasp and keep steady as they walked along.

“I’ve wanted to do this every night when we came this way. Favorite artist….well that depends on the mood I’m in….. sometimes pure classical, like Vladimir Ashkenazy or Kiri Te Kanawa or Yo Yo Ma, other times Waldo de Los Rios….then I might be in the mood for Deep Purple or Dire Straits or even the Weather Girls….or maybe Abba or the Bee Gees….but always I come back to yours. I love the songs the four of you sing but someday I’d like to hear you sing solo. Your voice is so pure, it makes me shiver.” She grinned at him and without warning said “Catch” and jumped off the wall, again trusting that he would catch her.

‘She weighs next to nothing, fits perfectly in my arms’ he thought when he caught her and let her slide down his body to stand in front of him. ‘And I better stop thinking like this!’

“You know, someday I might not be there to catch you,” he said and left his hands around her waist while hers rested on his shoulders.

“Then I won’t do it. You’re the only one I trust to not let me get hurt.”

She smiled up at him and he was drawn to her, couldn’t stop himself from brushing his lips across her face, caressing her lips with his. He drew away and they walked on in silence for a while.

“Urs, why do you call me Little One? Is it because I’m so short?”

He laughed and hugged her to his side.

“Not really…. though you are vertically challenged.” He laughed when she jabbed him in the ribs. He stopped walking and swung her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin.

“It’s because you fit so nicely, like this, under my chin, in my arms, and you make me feel big and strong, like I can do anything.”

“I know you can,” she said, hugged him and moved away again, looked at him out of the corner of her eyes and smiled a wistful smile, thinking how safe she felt to be out in the city in the dark so long as she was with him.

“It reminds me of what Maman used to call me, my middle name…Petite Etoile.”

“Little Star…You still miss her don’t you?”

“Only every day, and Papa too, more so since we came here to Ireland. It’s one of the reasons I don’t like to sing Danny boy….Papa’s name was Daniel, Daniel Lucas Harper.”

“You need to remember them, mein Schatz. They will never be really gone if you keep the memory alive.”

**
David was too excited to be of much use that afternoon so they took a break early. He rushed off to the airport to meet Holly’s flight, the news that she had enough time off to join him had infused the young American with far too much energy.

When she finally made it through Customs and Security he swept her off her feet and hugged her so tight Holly thought she would be crushed….but she didn’t care. It was just so good to feel his strong arms about her.

“So, how long can you stay?” he asked as they cuddled in the taxi on the way to the hotel.

“A whole three weeks, so I should still have a few days left when you guys return to the UK. How is the recording going?”

“Great, especially now. There’s a team at the Studio putting in new control boards and mixers, 3 Canadians. The equipment is fantastic ….and Urs has made friends with one of the women, a cute little redhead named Honey, so he’s in fine form, laughing and smiling all the time, not broody like usual.”

“Maybe he’ll finally dump Nicole….that would be so good for him. This Honey and Urs…are they…more than friends?”

David laughed and kissed her on the brow. “Not yet but I think it’s inevitable. I think they’re enjoying each other too much, anything more hasn’t yet occurred to them. And no match making, Babe.”

“Who me? Seriously, I really like Urs, I’d like to see him as happy as we are.”

They arrived at the hotel and disappeared into David’s suite, not reappearing until dinner time.

**

Honey and Holly liked each other on sight when they joined the others in the Hotel dining room. All the men gave the newly arrived American hugs and kisses and Gerry pulled her down into the next seat to chat and catch up.

She was very like David, comfortable, open, likeable, a pretty blonde that clearly adored her man.

Holly discreetly watched the interplay between Urs and Honey, saw how they teased and laughed with each other, smiled when she saw how happy Urs was and hoped it would last. He was dear to all of them and she thrilled to see him clearly in love with the beautiful redhead, even if he didn’t know it yet. She glanced over at David and saw him frown, a reminder that she had sort of promised not to interfere. Holly sighed and started thinking about how she could get around the promise.

Gerry and Holly had a brief discussion in the Ladies. Holly had come up with an idea and needed assistance.

“You know how when we watch movies, Urs likes to sit on the floor…..well what if…”

They returned to the others and Gerry gently steered the conversation around to what everyone wanted to do that night. It didn’t take long for Step One of ‘The Plan’ to be put into action.

They all decided that since the next day would be an early start they would all crash in one of the suites and watch a movie, maybe even indulge in junk food. Miles and Carol were invited as well and they all headed for Gerry and Carlos suite.

The lounge was full when all nine of them sprawled on the chairs, sofas and floor to watch the video, the new Pirates of the Caribbean with Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom.

“Ohhhh, Eye Candy!!” Honey crowed when she heard what the movie was and all of the men scowled while the girls cheered. Gerry asked Honey to help her and she was sent to the little kitchenette to get some beer, delivered them movie waitress style, on a tray held high above her shoulder while she pranced to the music that was on the preview, never spilling a drop or even rattling the bottles. {Step Two accomplished} She emptied the tray to the cheers of all and was looking for a place to sit when Urs took her hand and pulled her down to sit with him. {Step three…isn’t it wonderful when a plan actually works}

He had made a little nest with pillows on the floor, as he always did, his back against the cushions of the sofa. He moved her between his raised knees and she leaned her back against his chest, her head just nestling by his chin, almost on his shoulder.

“Comfy?” he whispered in her ear and she nodded and whispered “Very”.

Neither of them could have told anyone much about the movie after that.

They sat together, aware suddenly that the attraction between them was more than just similar interests, both remembering the kisses they had shared and wanting more, much more.

Urs could feel her breath when she turned her head, warm and sweet from the glass of wine she was sipping on. He rested his hands on her bare arms and felt a shock go through him, a warmth that started at his hands and swept through his body, increased his heart beat and caught his breath. And he knew she felt it too, heard her gasp when she had to have felt his growing arousal against her bottom, felt her tremble under his hands.

He slid down a bit but that made it worse. Now his face was beside hers and with each breath he took, his senses were assaulted with the light scent she wore. He nestled his face against her and felt her sigh, moved his arms to wrap around her and she lay hers on top of his, stroking the dark hair on his long arms, touching his hands lightly until he was nearly ready to scream. He turned his face slightly and rested his mouth against her neck, kissing her softly like the caress of a butterfly and she clenched her hands into fists, not breathing for a moment.

When she could form a coherent sentence she turned her head to him and whispered. “Don’t…it tickles.”

Urs grinned at her discomfort and put his lips against her ear and whispered “It’s supposed to,” and gently stroked his warm tongue into her ear. He felt her whole body shiver and pulled back, his hair caressing her cheek as he moved.

Half an hour into the movie, Honey couldn’t stand it any longer and moved away from Urs, stood and whispered to Gerry that she had a headache and was going to go now. She almost made it to the door when she felt his hand on her back.

“I’ll see you safely to your room,” he said quietly and when she nodded her head in acceptance they both knew it was for more than just an escort home.

As the door shut behind them Holly and Gerry exchanged grins and high 5’s that they wouldn’t explain to the others.

Two floors down they reached Honey’s small suite and she gave him the key-card, he opened the door and she went in first.

She walked into the dark lounge area while he shut the door. She heard him put the security chain on…it made her tremble. She dropped her bag on the chair, turned to face him and waited to see what he would do, hoping, wanting to be held but frightened, unsure of herself, nervous that he would find her inadequate.

He came to her, his enticing eyes gleaming in the light from the balcony doors and gently cupped her face with his hands, touching his warm mouth tenderly to her brow, her cheeks, her mouth, teasing her lips with a gentle tongue until she moaned and opened to invite him in. Her hands came up to clutch at his chest, slipped up to his neck when he deepened the kiss and crushed her body against him. She lost her fingers in his long hair, met his passion with her own and took what he offered, nipping his lip, stroking the inside tenderly. They broke apart, he buried his face in the hollow of her neck, pulled her tee shirt up with trembling hands and touched her silky, warm skin, making her moan.

The front closing bra was no challenge to him, opened easily and he feasted his eyes, then his eager mouth on her breasts, gently kneading, stroking, circling the nipples with a hot, wet tongue then pulling first one, then the other into his mouth to suckle while she moaned at the shivers of lust flowing over her with each pull of his lips. She was shaking with desire when he came back up to nuzzle her neck and rain soft kisses over the hollow of her throat, the corner of her mouth.

“Honey, let me love you,” he whispered against her neck. He felt her stiffen for just a moment then relax and press her trembling body against his.

“Will you show me what to do, Urs? I’ve never….” She stopped what she had been saying when he drew back and looked in her glazed eyes.

“Never?”

“I’m sorry…. I came close once…some guys grabbed me on the way home from work one night and they tried to……I was lucky, the owner forgot something and came back, scared them off…….that why I get a bit nervous out after dark…Maybe this is a bad idea….I might not be able to please you ..….are you disappointed that I’m not experienced?”

“Disappointed? ….not bloody likely…I’m honored…this isn’t about pleasing me Liebe, this is all about sharing…..but are you sure? If we’re going to stop it has to be now.”

Honey leaned into him and took his mouth with hers, pulled back and looked in his eyes, hers glazed with passion.

“I’m sure, Urs. I’m on fire….I need you. ”

He moaned and kissed her gently, a kiss of longing and promise.

“Liebe, I don’t want to hurt you…but I will.”

“I know…Urs, I need you to be the one…Teach me about sharing love, Urs.”

He moaned and picked her up to enter the bedroom, closing the door with his foot, steeling himself to be patient, wanting desperately for this first experience to be good for her.

Urs stood Honey beside the bed and crossed the room to turn on a small lamp that left a soft, dim glow in the room. He came back and held her eyes fast with his as he slowly, carefully, took off her remaining clothing, welcoming the sight of each new exposure with gentle hands that skimmed lightly over her skin and made her shiver. When there were no barriers left he stepped back a half step and slowly ran his gaze over her from her glorious hair to her small feet, smiling when her toes curled under as his hands caressed her strong legs.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured when he came back to her and stroked her silky back, cupping her bottom and pulling her tight against him. Once again she could feel his arousal and this time it excited her to think that she could make this gorgeous man want her.

He pulled his shirt up and over his head exposing his sculpted chest with the sprinkle of dark, curly hair that trailed down in a Vee, disappearing under his belt.
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PostSubject: Chapter 3 Part 3   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:08 pm

Honey smiled as she stared at his broad chest and stroked her hand so gently over the curls that it tickled. She giggled when he quivered and looked up to his eyes.

“The UBT…I never thought I would get to see all of it, to touch the solid feeling of you…”

“The UBT?” he said with a smile.

“The Urs Bermuda Triangle…that’s what the girls on the Forum call it when you let them see that little triangle of chest hair….right here…” She leaned forward and ran her mouth, then her tongue over the expanse of chest, paused at his flat male nipples to stroke them, each in turn, with her tongue. Her hands drifted to his belt and undid it, ran the length of it through the loops and dropped it on the floor. Next, the dome at the top of his jeans, then she slowly pulled the zipper down, watching his eyes, continuing when he shuddered then licked his lips in anticipation. His jeans were tight but she wiggled them down over his narrow hips, down his long legs and he stepped out of them, now only his shorts between them.

Urs pulled her close in his arms, invading her mouth again, pushing her back to lay her on the bed and stroking his big hands over her flat stomach and hips.

“Baby…” he murmured in between kisses. “Have you ever seen….a naked man?” He needed to know just how limited her experience was, not wanting to frighten her.

It was a minute before she could get her breath when his hands stroked along the inside of her legs, stopping just short of the aching need between her thighs.

“MMMMM…ah, in high school, biology text books….oh, Urs….and some of the boys would pee outside…..Oh, Oh….Oh that feels so good.”

“Liebe, I am not a boy.” He leaned his chest on her body and held himself up on his elbows, caressing the curls off her face with loving hands.

His hand left her face and slipped his boxers off with a fluid move, then he came back to drink from her moist mouth once more, pulled back when he felt her quivering with desire again.

“Trust me, Liebling. Come with me to paradise.”

He slowly, patiently, worked his way down her body, tasting, sucking gently, dipping his tongue into her innie, kneading her waist with his strong hands, making her shudder and cry out when his hand cupped the bushy mound between her thighs.

He lowered his head to breathe in the scent of her, spread the swollen lips with his fingers and kissed her on the tiny nub of pleasure, stroking it lightly with his tongue then sucking while his tongue flicked across the surface.

She was writhing under his hands, moaning, and he moved down to plunge his tongue into the wetness, felt her reaching the peak and smoothly moved up to lay full length on her, took her mouth again and thrust inside with one sharp movement of his hips. He felt the sharp intake of her breath at the pain she felt, waited a moment then when he felt her hips moving slightly under him, rocked inside further, slowly, smoothly, building to the peak again.

“Put your legs around my hips, Liebe,” he whispered and groaned at the building feeling in his body, needing to hold on and wait for her. She wrapped her legs up around him and moved her hips in an automatic rhythm that her body knew even if her mind didn’t. Urs kept his body tight to hers, their motion rubbing the tiny clitoris, intensifying the mounting anticipation as they reached for that elusive peak. He felt the clenching deep inside start as she reached her first orgasm and let himself go, thrust against the pressure of those deep muscles spasming, once , twice, three times and he exploded, frozen into place deep inside her body as she tried to catch her breath, tried not to die from the pleasure flooding her in waves, her body arched like a bow up against his.

Slowly the spasms faded to aftershocks and their bodies relaxed against each other. Urs curled his arms tight against her sides, his face tucked into the curve between neck and shoulder, his breathing ragged. He listened to her heart still racing, the gasps for air that evolved to almost a purring sound. Her hands were clasped tight to his waist and when he tried to shift his weight off of her she resisted.

“I’m too heavy.”

“No. I like the weight of you on me.”

He stayed in place but raised his upper body on one elbow and pushed the damp hair back off her face.

“You alright?” he asked softly, desperately wanting her to say yes.

She brought one hand up to caress his face. “Perfect. I didn’t know it could be like that, Urs. Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, it was my pleasure.”

He clasped her tight to him and rolled them both over, leaving her stretched out on top of him and pulling the sheet over their cooling sweaty bodies.

“Urs?” Her soft voice vibrated in his chest and made him smile.

“Ja, Liebe?”

“Why wouldn’t you let me see you?”

He chuckled again.

“A fully aroused male can be a little…intimidating to someone who has never….never made love before. I didn’t want you to be nervous.”

She was quiet for a few minutes but he knew she wasn’t sleeping. Unbidden, an old memory of Nicole intruded on the after glow he felt from loving this special woman. They had never made love, not like this. They had sex, usually fast and violent, the way she liked it, very little tenderness and after loving Honey he knew now how much he had missed. Tonight he felt fulfilled, complete, pleased with the pleasure he had given her, thrilled with the heights she had taken him to. He felt his body begin to respond at the thought of what they had done and smiled.

“Urs?”

“Ja, Little One?”

She raised her head up and smiled at him.

“Do we have to wait until tomorrow to do it again?”

He burst out laughing, pulled her up to his mouth and kissed her thoroughly. When they broke apart once more she raised her head up with her hands on each side of his head.

“What? Am I abnormal or something?”

He rolled her over and leaned onto her, his eyes glistening with building desire again.

“No…you’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful. But I can’t promise to always be so gentle. You build such a fire in me, it’s hard to control.”

She reached up and tugged on his hair to bring his face down to her mouth.

“Sounds like fun,” she whispered as their mouths met and they started the climb again.

It was dawn before they fell asleep, totally sated, wrapped in each others arms.

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PostSubject: Chapter 4   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:15 pm

Chapter Four

**

Honey woke first in the morning. She felt the warmth of an arm across her waist and remembering their night felt her heart begin to race at the heat of the memory. Very carefully she turned her head to look at Urs laying beside her, on his stomach, his hair messy, falling over his closed eyes, that long, muscular, smooth back uncovered, begging to be touched. OMG he was so beautiful, even with those hypnotizing eyes closed she felt herself drowning at the memory of his loving gaze. She turned to her side carefully and his arm about her waist tightened, drawing her closer, though he didn’t wake.

She brushed his hair back, tucking it behind his ear the way he liked and ran her hand gently over his shoulder, down his back and up to his neck again, smiling at the way he shivered under her light touch.

When she looked back at his face his eyes were open and staring at her.

“I dreamed that we made love. Is this still my dream?” he asked and she leaned in to kiss his smiling mouth gently.

“We seem to both have had the same dream,” she said.

Urs raised up on one forearm and pulled her under his chest, caressing her face with his other hand.

“You alright?”

Honey smiled as she answered. “Perfect.”

“I agree. You are perfect, perfectly amazing.”

She ran her hand up his side, laughing when he trembled, tugged lightly on his sprinkling of chest hair and looked at him with her eyes full of laughter, wetting her lips and wiggling her other hand under his body. He raised his hip slightly to give her access to the part she had finally seen just before dawn and she smiled when she felt him becoming aroused.

“Urs, how do you feel about encores?”

His dimples suddenly appeared as he smiled at her, his eyes squinching at the corners and he leaned in to almost touch her lips with his.

“Love them,” he said and fed his growing hunger with her eager mouth.

**

Over the next two and a half weeks they were seldom separated except by work, once when Urs and the other Divos had a TV show to appear on, once when the men wanted a guy’s night out, no women.

That night the men all got so drunk that they all, except Miles who actually made it home, ended up asleep in Seb’s suite, in chairs, on the couch, on the floor, Seb curled in the fetal position on the coffee table.

Urs woke to find himself sagging in the middle, his head and shoulders on one chair and his feet on another, somehow he had pushed the two chairs apart and was jackknifed with his butt on the floor. He staggered out of Seb’s suite with his head pounding and eyes red rimmed, wearing all his rumpled clothes but only one shoe, banged on the door of Honey’s suite until she answered and took him in her arms to help him in to the bedroom.

She was kind enough not to laugh, well, not too loud anyway, brought him a cold cloth and aspirin, took off the lone shoe, his jeans and shirt and darkened the room to let him sleep.

Honey phoned Holly and found that she also had spent the whole night alone. They called Carol and Gerry and all left their sleeping mates to go for breakfast.

They met in the hotel restaurant and signed for the buffet, got their usual table and all sat down to juice with laughter about their partners.

“I do love it when they go out like that,” Holly said as she buttered some toast. “David is always so loving the next day…after he gets over the hang-over. He was in pretty bad shape this time, actually fell asleep with his head in the john. I’ll be able to tease him about that for months.”

They all laughed and Gerry told them how Carlos had sort of sleep walked to his bed, not even giving her his usual hug, just found the bed and collapsed.

“Well you guys were lucky to have the whole night to sleep. Miles came home and kept pestering me but he also kept falling asleep before finishing…very annoying.” Carol scowled then laughed as they all sympathized with her.

“No guys here this morning…it’s a perfect time to ask the questions we all want to know. Honey, you absolutely have to tell us what Urs is like.”

She looked confused for a moment then blushed furiously.

“Uh, I think that’s a bit personal, ladies. I don’t feel comfortable talking about….you know.”

Gerry raised her brows at Honey, reminding everyone of Carlos. “Baby Sister we don’t want a play by play. Just is he any good, slow, fast, patient…. That sort of thing.”

Honey looked around at the expectant faces and laughed a bit. “Okay. All I’m willing to say is that he’s…amazing. Very patient, very considerate and takes my breath away with joy at least twice a day, sometimes more…a lot more.”

They were all silent for a long moment, then Carol spoke up.

“Wow. It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”

Honey looked at the smiling faces of her friends and was a bit puzzled.

“Are we abnormal or something? You seem surprised.”

Gerry reached over and took the red headed Canadian by the hands, gently.

“Honey, were you a virgin, that night we watched the video and Urs took you home…..You had never been with a man before…Right?”

Honey flushed again and nodded and Gerry came around the table to hug her.

“You should have talked to one of us first, Babe. We could have told you what to expect.”

“It’s alright, Gerry. Urs knew and he was incredibly gentle with me. I don’t even remember anything….unpleasant.”

“What I don’t understand is how you could live for 26 or more years and not lose it,” Holly asked.

Honey shrugged. “I’ve always been too busy to have a boy-friend. First I was too young, then I was busy with work and school, then work and Maman, then I didn’t know anyone and worked two jobs, and then the new board took too much time to have a life. So I had never met anyone before that made me want to experience love. By the time we got around to it, I already loved Urs so it was a natural decision for me. I’m glad now that I waited for Urs. He makes my body sing.” She realized what she had said almost immediately and flushed bright red when she heard them all sigh.

“I’ll just bet he’s incredibly romantic too, am I right?” Carol asked and Honey nodded that yes he was but then changed the subject. They stopped teasing her, knowing that she wouldn’t say anything further.

They finished their breakfast and coffee and wandered back to see if their partners had risen from the dead yet.

When Honey got back Urs was awake and in the shower. He came out with a towel wrapped around his hips, ready for a verbal attack but all he got was sympathy, mixed with a little gentle teasing.

“Sit down, Love. I’ll get you some coffee. I assume that you guys had a great night, judging by the red eyes and painful heads. At least you aren’t sick like David this morning. Holly said he fell asleep with his head in the toilet.” She laughed as she commented and came out of the little kitchenette with a cup of steaming coffee for him and two more aspirin cupped in the palm of her hand.

“Can you handle a glass of OJ or would your stomach rather wait a while?” she asked with a grin, kissed him on the cheek when he mumbled that he could drink it and downed the coffee, feeling it working already.

She refilled his mug and when he caught her hand and pulled her onto his lap for a proper good morning kiss, she leaned against him, deepening the kiss with such a hunger that he felt his body heat.

“Hold that thought, Rock god…I need to go find your missing shoe.”

He watched Honey as she bustled about, getting him more coffee and juice from the small fridge, leaving for a few minutes to go in search of his other shoe. For only a second he thought about how different this morning would have been if he was with Nicole, the screaming, the threats, having to promise something special from the jewelers for her to make up for his ‘depravity’.

He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, determined to enjoy the time he could have with Honey, tentatively thinking about how he could break it off with Nicole when he returned to London. He heard her unlocking the door and laughed at her as she entered waving the missing shoe triumphantly.

Time enough back in London to think about the complication of Nicole.

“How much time before we have to leave for the studio?” he asked as he left the small table and came toward her.

“Lots of time, Luv. It’s only a half day so we don’t have to be in for another 3 hours.”

“Good,” he said and let the towel fall to the floor.

“Oh my,” she said with a huge smile, not in the least intimidated by the sight of a fully aroused man. She stepped closer and before he could fold her into his arms she dropped to one knee and placed her tiny hand around his shaft, making him moan and clutch at her hair.

“Baby, you have too many clothes on,” he managed to gasp and plucked at her shirt but couldn’t make himself move away from her hand and now her busy mouth.

She ran her hot, wet mouth along the length of him and smiled up at him.

“No panties,” she said and laughed, sitting back on her bottom, releasing his member and pulling her skirt up.


They didn’t talk much after that.
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PostSubject: Chapter 5 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:23 pm

Chapter Five


The next few days were filled with routine in the Studio. The techs from Canada had completely finished 3 of the studios and moved on and Il Divo spent all their remaining time recording and listening to the final tweaking of their tracks.

Still, even with the busy days there was time to cycle into the countryside and picnic in a farmer’s field, watched closely by a flock of sheep and the guardian dogs.

Urs had planned this trip, not telling Honey where they were off to, just saying that she must bring a change of clothing and a warm jacket. He stopped them at the field and unpacked their meal from the hamper on the front of his bike, spread out a blanket and invited her to sit while he served their simple meal of wine, fruit, Irish soda bread and cheese.

Honey cut off some cheese for each of them and leaned back on her elbows to watch the sheep.

“This is such a beautiful country. I wonder sometimes why my Papa choose to leave it.”

He grinned at her as he popped the cork on the wine.

“I’m glad he did or you would not have existed, then I would have to die a very lonely old man.”

Honey laughed at him but she saw that he had a shine to his eyes, not the usual teasing look.

“Are you sure you have not kissed the Blarney stone? You say these sweet things to me with a ring of truth that confuses me.”

Urs laughed and leaned over her to kiss her tenderly.

“Charm isn’t limited to the Irish, Liebe. The Swiss have been known to charm a few women over the years.”

She raised her brow at him.

“And I’m sure you have had more than your fair share, Swiss Rock God.”

“Not really. I was very shy and awkward as a young man….”

“Right….you’re so old now…”

“Hush woman, let me finish,” he said and lay across her chest trying to look serious.

“…and it wasn’t until I moved to Amsterdam that I really discovered women. I still tend to freeze up at times though, it’s hard for me to let go and just be myself.”

Honey raised her hands up to stroke his face.

“I never noticed that when we met. Quiet, yes, and a little shy at first, but you really had no awkward moments with me.”

“No, because you weren’t judging me, or looking at me like a prospective boyfriend, just a friend.” He dropped a light kiss on her nose and pulled his head back to smile down at her.

“I’ve felt comfortable with you right from the first moment I saw your feet sticking out from under the console, waving back and forth in time to the music.”

They lay together in the field for a while longer, just looking at the sky, so quietly that the more adventurous sheep came over to investigate, so they packed up and went back to the bicycles, heading down the road again.

“Will you tell me where we’re going now,” Honey called out to him as they coasted down a long hill.

“Nope, just follow along like a good girl,” he yelled over his shoulder at her and looked back. That was a mistake. His front tire hit a large rock and twisted sideways, the bike tilted and Urs was thrown over the handlebars to land on his back in the dusty road.

Urs lay quietly for a moment, just long enough for Honey to drop her bike at the side of the road and rush over to kneel beside him, her face pale with shock and concern.

He moved his arms to push himself up to a sitting position but Honey leaned onto his body and held him down.

“Urs don’t move….you may have broken something.”

He grinned at her but lay back in the dust.

“Nothing hurt but my ego, I think. I should have seen that coming.” He laughed and tilted his head up to brush her mouth lightly with his.

“Let me up, Bush Baby. We are in the middle of the road. Not a good idea. And I need to see if the bike is damaged.”

Reluctantly she backed off and stood, watching carefully as he got to his feet and brushed the road dust off his bike shorts.

They inspected the bike and found that the frame of the front wheel was badly twisted, unusable.

“It’s a good thing we both like walking. I figure it’s about 5 K to the town. I’m sorry, Honey.”

She laughed at his contrite expression. “For what? Having an accident? That’s why it’s called an accident, Urs, because it wasn’t planned. Five K is nothing to champion walkers like us. You’re sure you aren’t hurt?”

He tried to look in pain. “Well this arm is kind of aching a bit…..” he continued when she grinned and kissed it better “…and it hurts right here and …..maybe a bit here.”

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to her to kiss him as he began laughing.

“Don’t push your luck, Swiss Boy. C’mon, pack the stuff on my bike and we can take turns carrying yours.”

They headed off down the road, Urs with his stripped bike on his shoulder and Honey walking beside him pushing hers easily with one hand. As they walked along she asked him to tell her again about Switzerland and listened intently while he told her about the Alps and the lovely lakes, a bit about the history and the amalgam of languages. He told her about the folk festivals and the traditions, the movement of the cattle from the low pastures in winter to the high meadows in summer and how it had become a party when this happened.

“People think of us as a logical, stern country of citizens who have a fetish for being on time, but it really isn’t true. Yes, it’s almost a sin to be late but that’s only so you don’t miss out on all the fun. We like to party, mostly with family and friends, just get togethers that turn into parties with everyone for miles around dropping in.”

“You sound homesick, Urs. How long since you went back?”

“Far too long. I’m really looking forward to Christmas. Hopefully I’ll even get in some skiing over the holidays. Do you ski?”

“Down hill is a very expensive sport in Canada so I’ve not often done it. I still have cross country skis and snow-shoes back in Long Lac, in storage behind the house.”

“You have a house…you didn’t tell me that.”

She laughed. “I always have trouble remembering that it’s mine. Papa bought a small house for us when he went to work in the mill. After they both died, it came to me and I rented it out to the Housing Department of the Mill when I left for Thunder Bay. I just kept the garage for storage for some things, photo albums sealed in plastic, a few pieces of furniture, Papa’s Indian….”

Urs stopped walking and stared at her, dumbstruck.

“You have an Indian? An Indian Motorcycle?”

Honey was confused at his reaction.

“Yeeees….why is it unusual or something?”

“Does it run?”

“Well it did…Papa used it all the time to go back and forth to work. After he died I had it drained and put up, covered, to keep. I thought maybe some day I’d learn how to ride it.”

He shook his head in wonder and they began walking again.

“Indian motorcycles were the ultimate in bikes. During the second World War they were used extensively by the troops as dispatch transportation and by the police forces of most of the world. Then in the late 40’s Harley bought the company and phased the Indian out. They have always been considered the best of bikes but almost impossible to find anymore. If you ever get around to it, I’ll teach you how to ride.”

“Thank you, Urs. I may take you up on that offer.”

They reached the first buildings of the little town and one of the first things they noticed was a garage that advertised bike maintenance. They took the damaged bike in and the owner promised to have the front wheel fixed for him and delivered by the evening.

Not much further on they came to a side road and further down it a lovely little house with a discreet sign on the gate:

ROSE COTTAGE
Bed and Breakfast

Urs took Honey’s bike and leaned it against the white washed stone wall around the property and led her through the gate, carrying their small overnight bags, through the lovely scented rose garden and up to the front door of a squat, long, white washed cottage.

The upper half of the green painted door was open and an orange tabby sunned himself on the ledge of the bottom half, looked up at the arrival of strangers and calmly shut his eyes to nap once more.

Urs rang the little bell to the side of the door and the cat jumped down, irritated at having his siesta disturbed. He jerked his fluffy tail at them as he stalked off into the garden and a cheerful voice called out to them from the interior of the cottage.

“Do come in, Luv. I’m up to me elbows in bread dough so just trundle on back here.”

They had taken their helmets off and walked through the cozy lounge into a large room at the back, leaving their bags and helmets near the front door.

It smelled heavenly in the warm Kitchen….cookies and fresh bread and something else…maybe a hearty stew in the heavy pot simmering on the stove.

The woman, who was literally up to her elbows in bread dough, was short and round, her slate grey hair pulled back from her rosy cheeks into a tight braid but her eyes were cheerful and her smile broad. She wore jeans and a white cotton man’s dress shirt on a mature figure, dazzling white sneakers on very tiny feet.

“You must be Mr. Buhler. Forgive me for not shaking your hand but as you can see, mine are a little occupied. I’m Amy, Amy Spooner. Welcome to Rose Cottage.”

Urs introduced Honey and inquired if their bikes would be alright leaning against the wall outside.

“Oh for sure Luv. No one here will touch anything don’t be theirs. You have about 3 hours before supper is on table….there’s lots of hot water if you want a bath before and maybe a nap. Your room and bath are at the left, mine on the right. I don’t stand much on all that formal stuff. Just make yourselves to home.”

“What a beautiful Kitchen this is Mrs. Spooner…and it smells heavenly in here,” Honey said as she looked around her. The low rafters were hung with bunches of dried herbs which lent their scent to the house. An open door into another room showed shelving lined with jars of preserves and canned goods, bins of other supplies, a huge freezer along the back wall and more shelving that could just barely be seen behind the door.

The room itself was the kind that urged you to sit a while with a coffee, read the paper or chat with the cook. In the center was the big, worn wooden table with a patina that is only achieved by many, many years of hands wiping the surface. Amy was working at a counter to one side, enameled metal for the working of doughs, the shelving in here was neat and stocked full of dishes, mostly white but with an assortment of colorful bowls in various sizes and platters stacked where they could be easily reached, thick mugs and tea cups with saucers shared a ledge just under the upper cabinets in the same general area as an electric kettle and a coffee machine, next to a large double-door refrigerator but the piece de resistance was the stove.
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PostSubject: Chapter 5 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:24 pm

It was old, they could see that at once, well maintained but old, a large cast iron appliance with two ovens, a warming closet across the top, squat little legs of cast iron forming supportive feet. On closer inspection they could see that the top had been modernized, but not glaringly. One side still held the firebox with rack for coal or wood and a cleverly designed grate for grilling, while the other had solid burners with white knobs for controls along one side.

“There’s some fresh cookies on the racks over there. They should still be warm if you’re interested,” Amy said and motioned with her head to the far counter.

Urs immediately checked them out and groaned with pleasure when he bit into the first one.

Honey laughed and took his hand. “Amy, never, never turn this one loose with sweets. His sweet tooth is very greedy. He never gets enough.”

Amy laughed as Urs surreptitiously took two more cookies and grinned at her.

“This house always has fresh cookies, it’s no problem. Lad, what have you done to yourself? There’s a bit of a scrape on your leg.”

Urs looked and sure enough there was a scrape from knee to ankle on his left leg. He hadn’t even felt it before.

“Hit a rock and went flying off my bike.”

“Well you two go on and clean that up. Are you tea or coffee drinkers?”

They both admitted to preferring coffee and Amy said she would leave a tray outside their rooms in about half an hour.

They wandered back into the lounge and found their quarters easily enough, again low ceilinged with beams running across. There was a cheery sitting area with windows that looked out on the heath behind the cottage and an overstuffed sofa in front of a stone fireplace. Easy chairs with soft pillows had been placed with small tables and lamps in conversation areas, or for relaxing with a book, and once more bunches of dried herbs, this time in stoneware that lent a scent of lavender and roses to the room. The stone floor was thickly carpeted with a rug in colors the same as the many pillows, rainbow colors of soft yellow, rose, sea blue, leaf green and the pale mauve of lilacs.

They went through to find the bedroom, just as cozy but done in crisp white linens on the high soft bed, a duvet with embroidered white cover and real white linen cases on the pillows. This room was completed with one soft chaise in front of the white curtained windows, bedside tables and a sideboard that would serve as a dresser. A door near the bed led into the bathroom and separate lav.

There was no shower but Urs was impressed with the tub. It was huge, at least six feet long and deep, deep enough to submerge completely. Amy had provided an assortment of bath oils and immediately he started the water running to fill the tub and poured in a couple of generous capfuls of oils.

Honey was unpacking their few clothing changes when he came back out from exploring and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Mein Schtute…were you surprised that this is where we were going?”

She leaned her head back against him and smiled up at him.

“You know I am….this is a delightful place, Urs. How ever did you find it?”

“Steve Mac. I asked if there was somewhere nice but different where we could have some privacy, just for a day or so. Then I talked to Amy on the telephone and she sounded so….so down to earth. Come….” He released her but took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

“I’m injured and need you to take care of me,” he said with a cheeky grin and started to pull her top off.

Honey glanced at the filling tub and began to laugh.

“Urs how much bubble bath did you put in the tub?”

He looked and started to laugh as the bubbles reached the high top of the tub and began spilling over onto the floor.

“Hmmm….you think maybe I used too much?” he said as he turned the water off.

Laughing like children they finished stripping and Urs bravely stepped first into the foaming depths, holding his arms out to Honey after he made a little clear spot in front of his chest and face so she wouldn’t completely disappear.

“You want me to share your adventure do you?” she asked with a grin.

“I’m lonely,”

She stepped in carefully, felt her foot touch his leg and slide off and he pulled her the remaining distance to sit in front of him. The end of the tub had a hollow for resting your head and Urs leaned back pulling Honey tight against him and relaxing in the comfortably hot water.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as she sighed.

She was lightly trailing her hands over his hard thighs under the caressing water.

“You’ll think I’m being a silly female.”

“No I wont….You are never silly…cute, fun, adorable…lots of things but never silly.”

“I was just thinking how even something as simple as a bath with you makes me happy. I guess I’m not very sophisticated,”

“Now you are being silly. Why would you need to be ‘sophisticated’? It’s better to be genuine and happy with every new experience.” He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed her exposed throat, traveling up to her brow as he murmured to her. “I can think of a new experience we could share now.”

His voice was husky and she felt his body responding.

She rolled over gently, bracing herself on the side of the tub until she was kneeling astride his legs, the bubbly water cascading off her body, leaving it glistening as she leaned toward him. He raised his arms and held her on each side, high up on her ribs, smiled and wet his lips in anticipation, laughing when she shivered.

“Time for another lesson, Ekinamadi,” she said and leaned forward to plunder his mouth.

Urs lifted her body gently and moved her forward, set her back down and impaled her on his erect shaft with a moan of pleasure. He raised his knees to give her a wall of legs to lean back against and stopped breathing when she swirled her hips in circles to create a spiraling sensation in his body.

Her eyes were closed and her head back, her breathing ragged and fast as they both moved in harmony, the angle of her body meaning that he was thrusting at the back wall inside of her creating unusual, intense tremors of lust and she clenched those inner muscles in a near painful grip on his shaft, making him cry out softly.

They could feel the peak just out of reach. Honey threaded her arm under Urs thigh and reached between his raised legs to stroke the silken sacs gently, to cup them in her soft hand, he moved his hand between them to rub the swollen nub of her clitoris and they swept over the top, not breathing, clutching each other as the pain/pleasure of orgasm once more consumed them.

Urs made a mental note to have a tub just like this if he ever had his own home.


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PostSubject: Chapter 6 *That Special Someone *   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:26 pm

Chapter Six

True to her word Amy had left a little cart with a covered tray of cookies and small cakes, a thermos of hot coffee, mugs, spoons, sugar and thick cream, all guarded well by another cat, this time an enormous fat, black cat with blinking emerald eyes.

When Urs opened the door to check for the cart, the cat stretched, meowed politely and trotted into the room, leapt to the bed and curled up at the foot to nap.

Honey hadn’t dressed yet, unlike Urs who had actually put on his jeans to open the door and she crawled across the bed to lay on her side near the cat, reached out to pet it gingerly, thrilled when the feline stretched out full length to expose her belly.

“Someday I’m going to have a cat…and a dog, maybe 2 of each. And a horse.”

“Do you ride? I love to ride but I’ve only done it once in the last couple of years and that was for a photo op.”

“I used to do it a lot in the summers, but not with a saddle. I do better bareback or with a blanket.”

He held up the coffee mug and raised his brows in question…when she nodded yes he poured another for her and sat in one of the chairs in the lounge area, followed closely by Honey after she pulled a tee shirt over her head.

Urs was on his third cookie and had finished two of the tiny cakes when she sat in the other chair and laughed at him.

“What? It takes a lot of energy to keep up with you, woman.”

She blushed and he laughed as always.

“Are you going to try to look up relatives while you’re here in Ireland?”

Honey sighed and looked out the window. “No. I thought about it, but decided not to. Papa didn’t talk about his life here, at least not to me but I always got the feeling he was in some sort of trouble and had to leave…., maybe something to do with the IRA. I just don’t know. I know he never tried to get in touch with anyone and he was happy with his life in Canada. He had his Indian then, left it with friends just outside of Long Lac when he went Bush, then when he decided to move south got it back. So the answer is no…I decided to just let things be.”

Urs was quiet for a moment then started talking about his family.

“I’ve been very fortunate…if you count all the cousins and nieces and nephews, there’s so many of us. It’s almost too much sometimes. When we all get together it’s quite a crowd. On the tour when we played Zurich there were 43 of my relatives in the audience.” He laughed as he thought of it. “Actually sometimes I have to get away from them and just be alone for a while, to breathe. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all, but sometimes I crave the solitude, just to hear my own thoughts, ‘to sing to the trees’, as David always says. The guys tease me about it but I need the space, the quiet of not having to keep the conversation going. Like when I’m with you. I think that’s what’s so refreshing about you. I don’t have to be ‘on’ around you, just myself.”

Honey reached over and clasped his hand in hers.

“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank you, Urs.”

He seemed a bit embarrassed about baring so much of his inner feelings and changed the subject, asking if she was up for exploring the heath behind the house before dinner.

Shortly after, they took the cart back to the kitchen and told Amy that they were going to walk on the heath for a bit.

“Well, you be careful now. It’s close to dark and the fog creeps in when the sun goes down. Don’t want you to get lost. I’ll click the big light on when I see the fog, if you aren’t back. Supper in one hour…don’t be late.”

Honey laughed. “He’s Swiss, he won’t be late.”

They went out the kitchen door and headed on a faint trail through the low brush onto the rolling hills behind the house. The scent of wild heather and late lavender was intoxicating as they walked along. Twice they frightened a wild rabbit which bounded away and then disappeared, likely down a hole. They saw distant birds landing in the brush, some coming fairly close until they saw the walking couple. It grew cooler and suddenly between one breath and the next the light was gone and they stopped, startled.

The fog began to creep in, ‘on little cat feet’ as the poet Sargent said, circling around their legs and creating an island of the area they stood on.

“Maybe we should have started back earlier,” Urs said a bit uneasily.

“No problem, City Boy. The cottage is north/west of us. And if we do get lost, at least we have each other. C’mon, just don’t let go of my hand.”

She set out at a brisk pace, hand in hand. Urs was totally lost, was having trouble deciding which way they should go, gave up trying and just trusted Honey to know what she was doing.

They walked for about 20 minutes and then through the now dense fog, could see a glow ahead. Drawing closer it intensified until they could actually see the large spotlight on top of the cottage.

Amy looked up from where she was setting places at the table when they came in the Kitchen door.

“Ah, so you didn’t get lost. Well done. I don’t know how many of my guests have had to spend the night out in the fog. Not bad at this time of year, though. Click that light switch off by the door would you, Lad, then as soon as you wash up we can eat.”

They had a pleasant and very filling meal with Amy, asking her questions about her life. It was obvious from her accent that she wasn’t originally from Ireland and in answer to Honey’s gentle question she told them about her life.

“I came here from Maine, oh it must be about 40 years back. That really tells my age I suppose but I’ve never been one to worry about how young or old I am. It’s how you feel inside that matters. I came to Ireland on a whim after a very nasty break up with a man I thought I would be with forever. He had different ideas. I wandered the island for a while but always kept coming back to Balbriggan. After a time I just gave in to the fates and stayed. I took a job cooking in a local pub and met Sam Spooner and that was it for me. We married as soon as they posted the bans and then got to know one another. Not the way it’s supposed to go but it worked a fair treat for us. I loved it here….the sea at your doorstep and the heath going for miles inland. The people are friendly and life was good. Sam was a fisherman, away a lot in summer, home most of the winter and he had this little cottage. I put the roses in the first year when he was at sea so much….they like the soil here and I cart in manure from one of the farmers every year to pep them up.

“In the course of time we had a son, Connor. My days were full with the joy of being a wife and mother. Then the summer that Connor was 15 he went to sea with his Da. A storm came up and they were lost along with the rest of the crew.

“For a while I wanted to die too, but I had my roses to care for and the grand mother of Clarence and Tootsie, my cats, and I survived, one day at a time.

“Now I open my house to strangers for the company and a bit of extra. I bake for the hotels in Balbriggan, collect herbs for the Natural Health stores in Dublin. And I carry on.”

“And you never thought of re-marrying?”

Amy looked at Honey with a smile in her eyes. “No, Love. I’ve had the one great love in my life. Some day I’ll join my Sam and our son in the next world….until then I keep busy.”

**

They sat before the fire in the main lounge for an hour or more, visiting with Amy. She asked about their work and how they had met and was intrigued when she learned that Urs was a singer and Honey a technician. Amy told them that she loved music, especially the classics and oldies but had lost touch with modern technology and didn’t even have radio or television since the reception this far out of a major center was terrible.

Amy said good night around 10:30 and they sat watching the flames a while longer, then went off to their quarters as well.

“You know I keep trying to feel sorry for Amy but I can’t, not really,” Honey said as she changed into the usual long tee shirt.

“She’s happy, misses her husband and son but I got the feeling she believes she will join them later.”

“Exactly….it must have been hell when she first lost them but she’s coping with it. I really like Amy, Urs.”

He cuddled her close to his bare chest and she ran her fingers through the curls, giggling when he shivered.

“Maybe we’ll have time to come visit her again,” he murmured, a little distracted when her soft hands ran along his thighs and around to the back, gently kneading his flesh before moving on.

Urs leaned to her and trailed his mouth over her chest and neck, touching her softly with a warm, wet tongue and grinning at her when she sighed and tilted her head back to expose more throat.

“Tell me what you want, Liebe,” he murmured as he reached her ear-lobe and nipped lightly.

“More…”

“Tell me….” He demanded again, softly, his breath in her ear making her tremble.

“Just love me, Urs….Love me.”

He took instruction remarkably well.

**

They were up early in the morning, before the fog had completely drifted away with the morning sun, running along the road that led to the beach and along the sand to the end of the cove where rocks lay in a protective jumble, keeping the surf away from the pristine sand. They sat for a while watching the waves pounding the boulders, then jogged back, damp from the mist and the wind but feeling rejuvenated by the day of peace and the lovely location.

Amy was up and bustling about the kitchen when they came in the kitchen door, removed wet runners and huddled by the old stove for warmth. She handed them each a coffee.

“So that’s how you lot keep in such good shape. I used to run, as a teen…now I can’t run as far as the mail box at the end of the garden…I still remember how good it felt though.”

By the time they were warm again Amy had breakfast on the table, old fashioned Irish porridge, bread toasted on the old part of the stove with a wire rack, fresh butter from the farmer down the road and Amy’s homemade preserves with fresh clotted cream.

“We don’t really want to leave, Amy,” Urs said as they finished their coffee and got ready to go back to their rooms to pack up.

“I’ve enjoyed having you here. Know that my door is always open to you when you want to come back.”

“We’re going to get ready to go….I need to settle the bill with you, Amy if you could be so good as to have it ready for me.”

“Ah Love…there’s envelopes in your bedstand. Just put what you feel is fair in one and leave it on the sideboard. I don’t like having money come between friends and I do like to think of you and Honey as my friends now.”

She wouldn’t talk about it further and bustled about cleaning the kitchen from breakfast.

They tidied the room as best they could, stripping the bed and cases into a neat pile with the towels they had used, left the envelope with a short note and about twice what Urs had been told originally in payment and took their helmets and bags to the kitchen again.

Amy saw them out, passing Honey a brown paper wrapped parcel when they reached the bikes, Urs ready with the new wheel that the shop keeper had delivered the night before. Soon they were on their way, paused at the corner to wave at Amy as she stood at the gate with her two cats on the stone wall, keeping her company.

**

They stopped again at the field full of sheep, noticed that the flock and guard dogs were further out this time and set out the picnic Amy had packed for them on the same spot.

They finished the tasty sandwiches she had made them and nibbled on the cookies, then lay back on the blanket to rest for a bit.

“Urs, are you happy?” Honey asked him and he raised his head to prop himself up on one elbow.

“With you? Of course I am. The happiest I have ever been, ever in my entire life.”

“That pleases me like you couldn’t possibly believe but it isn’t what I meant. Are you happy being part of Il Divo?”

“Instead of having a solo career?.....I wasn’t sure when we went into this, it just didn’t seem logical to me but as the days passed and I learned more and met the guys, I thought maybe. Then all four of us got so close. We’re different in a lot of ways but in the important ones, the same. We all live for our music, we are all perfectionists. And I think we are all proud of what we have achieved by blending our talents. So yes, I am happy, very happy.”

She rolled over and snuggled against him.

“I thought so. I can hear it in your voice when you sing and in your eyes when you talk music with the guys. You have a very expressive face and eyes, Urs. Your eyes especially. They mirror what you feel.”

He chuckled. “And what do my eyes tell you right now, Little One?”

She studied his face for a moment, trying to be very serious.

“That you want another cookie….” She dissolved into laughter when he tickled her mercilessly.

Somehow after a few minutes the tickling changed into kissing and when they finally broke apart, both were breathless.

“I could stay here just like this for ever….but if we don’t get back on the road we’ll be in busy traffic in Dublin and after dark. Ready to get back on the bike, Honey?”

She sighed and tried to wiggle out from under his chest.

“First you have to move so I can get up,” she teased.

Urs laughed at her and stood, reaching his hands out to pull her to her feet.

They packed up the little remaining food and folded the blanket, watched carefully by one of the dogs until they climbed over the stone fence to their bikes.

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PostSubject: Chapter 7 *That Special Someone *   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:31 pm

Chapter Seven


The first part day they had free from the studio Urs asked Honey to go with him into Dublin on a shopping expedition. She didn’t ask questions, just went, enjoying being with him, no matter where.

They went to a large electronics store and there he told her what he wanted.

“We had such a wonderful time at Amy’s…I want to do something special for her. I though maybe we could get her a small, easy to operate stereo and a bunch of CD’s since she said she likes music. What do you think?”

Honey hugged him and gave him a quick kiss, much to his embarrassment but to the delight of everyone in the store.

“Brilliant!! I think it’s a brilliant idea and so typically thoughtful of you.”

They browsed through the aisles and finally settled on a sleek unit that the clerk claimed could be operated by anyone with an index finger. Honey read the manual and agreed…it was the one…sleek, compact, easy to use and to understand.

Then they loaded up on CD’s: an assortment of classical, light classical and operettas, stacks of 50’s and 60’s CD’s, tracks by the Celtic women and Waldo De Los Rios, Christmas Albums and a couple they found of tunes from WW11, Vera Lynn, Jo Stafford, Glenn Miller. Urs found a nice CD rack that he thought would look good in the cottage and added some special Il Divo tracks that he had brought with him, then asked that the whole thing be wrapped and delivered personally to Rose Cottage, Balbriggan, AND installed for Amy. Of course he paid extra for this service but the point was to have it made usable for her and he didn’t care what the cost was.

Honey tucked a little note into the package saying that this was an early Christmas present since they would both be gone from Ireland by that time. Urs wrote on the bottom: But we will be back!!

On the way back he stopped them at a jewelers and picked up a small package for Honey, dragged her to the park and presented her with what he hoped would cure her constant tardiness.

“What do you mean tardy? I’m never late. I just have to move really fast to be on time. And you know it’s because I can’t wear a watch….they don’t work on me.”

“Well, this one will.” He opened the box and took out a pendant watch, small and silver, dependant from a delicate silver chain. The face was a soft copper color with silver hands, a tiny diamond chip at the twelve and a tiny window that displayed the date. It hung upside down so that the wearer could read the dial or date and on the back it was engraved:

Mein Liebling
* Honey *
August, 2006

**
The time they had together was heaven for them, though they tried to be very discreet in the company of the others, holding hands or gentle hugs the limit of their tenderness. But whenever they could manage there were stolen moments out of their work days, kisses shared in elevators, on balconies, in the rain. And of course the long moments of passion assuaged in Honey’s bed, in the shower, on the studio piano, on the thick carpet of Urs’ suite, in the hotel pool, in the car on an outing to the countryside, any time or place that they found to be alone. It seemed impossible to get enough of each other but now their idyllic days were coming to an end.

Il Divo was returning to the London Studios for a couple of weeks, doing promos for the release of the new CD and then they were off to the USA for the Il Divo/ Striesand tour. Anna, who had come from Paris to spend a few days with Seb, had to return to work as did Holly, and Gerry was eager to audition for a new show at the Royal Albert. Honey, Miles and Carol would spend 2 more weeks in Ireland and then return to the UK as well, needed to look for permanent quarters since they would work out of London in the future.

**

Except for a couple of hours the next day to tidy up, this was the last day in the studio. Anna, Geraldine and Holly came by taxi in the late afternoon, eager to listen to the tracks that were finished, afterwards going in the small cafeteria to share coffees and talk.

Geraldine and Honey were talking about the group of women Honey belonged to back in Canada. Gerry was fascinated by the concept and asked Holly if she had ever heard of it.

“Actually one of my sisters belongs to one in the Denver area. My hair grows so slowly that it would take me 20 years to have enough to contribute,” Holly said

Anna asked what they were talking about and Holly explained that the women who were in the groups let their hair grow until they had 10 or 12 inches of healthy hair they could spare, had it tied in a long tail and cut carefully, then sent to a wig maker to make free wigs for Cancer patients after chemo therapy. {Hair to Spare in the Toronto area}

“Mine is nearly ready to be cut again,” Honey said. “I don’t like to go shorter than my shoulder blades and then it takes me about a year and a half to get from there to my waist again.”

Urs came in the room as they were talking, ran his hands over her hair and sighed. “I love your long hair, Bush Baby. It will seem strange to have it so short.” He loved to tease her about being a bush guide, just to see her blush.

This time she just grinned at him. “You could do the same thing, Herr Toblerone….Simon could hardly complain if you let your hair grow for a good reason.”

“Right …I’m afraid it wouldn’t be very peaceful around him.”

“Ah, Peaceful…..I love that chant that you and David do in ‘Peaceful Waters’,” Holly said as she snagged the last cookie off the plate and shared it with David when he pouted.

“That’s thanks to our little Canadian songbird,” he said and smiled at Honey. “I just wish I had the top that she does…I’d give anything.”

Honey looked at him seriously.

“It is possible Davey, but it involves a sex change,” she said, managing not to laugh.

“In that case, no, he doesn’t want to sing that high. I like his gender just the way it is,” Holly said when she stopped laughing. “Anyway I can’t think of how to convert David into a feminine name.”

“Did you know that Honey’s Anishinaabe name is Little Red Bird? How do you pronounce it in Ojibway, Hon?” Carol said with a grin.

“Animi Misskwa Banaysheug,” Honey answered with her cheeks going red. Urs put his arm around her shoulder and laughed, always amused at how easily she blushed.

“Wow, that’s long…is that on your birth certificate or…?” Anna asked.

“No. It’s a name the elders of your family give you when you’re old enough for them to see what your personality will be. It used to be a secret name that you only revealed to your spirit guide, but almost no one believes in that anymore. My birth certificate just says Honey Petite Etoile…and Harper of course.”

It was later in the evening, when they were all out for dinner, that an unfortunate revelation slipped out.

Miles and Carol had left early and the others were enjoying an after dinner drink. The girls had all gone to the Ladies Room together, lending credence to the belief men have about women only being able to pee in a group. Teasing aside, they left together and clustered about the mirror, fixing their hair, tidying makeup, reapplying lipstick. Honey finished making her long hair neat and waited while the other girls did the little makeup they wore.

“This is so much easier than when Urs is out with Nicole,” Anna said. “She wears so much makeup that she takes forever…and anyway I really dislike her.”

Gerry and Holly nudged Anna, none too gently and glanced at Honey hoping she hadn’t heard. The fact that her face had paled and her eyes looked distressed made Gerry moan.

“He hasn’t told you….Damn Men anyway! They all pull stunts like this.”

She came over to hug Honey and try to soothe her. “Listen ‘Miga, they never got along all that great anyway. I’m sure he’s planning on going home and breaking up with her. Urs is so different, so happy when he’s around you.”

“Then why didn’t he tell me? Does he do this sort of thing all the time when he’s on the road, find a handy girl to keep him from being lonely then move on to the next? Was I so wrong when I read his character and thought he was a kind and honorable man?”

Anna came over and put her arm around Honey’s shoulder.

“I am so sorry. I should think before I open my mouth but I thought that he would have broken up with her and told you. And this isn’t like Urs. I don’t think he’s ever taken advantage of any of the women on the tour that threw themselves at him, and there were a lot.”

Honey moaned as if in pain. “Is that what you all think of me? That I’m another crazed fan ‘throwing herself’ at Urs? Is that what he thinks?” Her voice was quiet, soft but filled with the pain she was trying to keep inside.

Anna was almost in tears as she grabbed Honey and shook her. “Stop it!! No-one thinks that, least of all Urs. You two are good together. He can hardly stand spending time away from you. And you love him don’t you?”

Honey took a deep breath and pressed her palms on her eyes before they could spill tears.

“I don’t really have any choice. I love him so much, more than I ever thought possible..…I’m just going to wait and see how it all plays out. If this is all the time we’ll ever have together, at least it’s going to be memorable.”

They took another few minutes for every one to dry eyes and try to look like nothing had happened, then they rejoined the men.

If the men noticed the difference in them after that brief exodus, they didn’t say anything, at least not in a group.

**

Seb and Anna were cuddling on the sofa when she told him what had happened in the Ladies. She felt so bad about letting it slip, really guilty about causing Honey pain.

“Cherie, how could you know? Urs should have told her long ago that he was going back to Nicole or called Nicole and broken up with her, though I doubt he would do it on the phone. That’s not a very classy thing to do.”

“Is he going back to Nicole?”

Seb shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know, I do not think anyone does, maybe not even Urs. He has been with Nicole since we first started out and even though they fight, a lot, they keep drifting back together. Maybe habit, me, I do not know.”

**

In David and Holly’s suite the same conversation was happening. Holly had relayed to David what happened and he was tempted to call and let Urs know, just so he would be forewarned.

Holly put her foot down on that and they came the closest ever to having a real argument.

“We can’t interfere, David. I know I joked about match making before but this is serious. All that can happen if you interfere is to make bad friends out of both of them. This is Urs responsibility, not ours.”

“But…..”

Holly slipped her nightie off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. David immediately stopped being concerned with the love-life of his friends and concentrated on his own.

**

Carlos didn’t know why Gerald was so angry but he took advantage of it, wrapped his arms around his fuming wife and swept her into the bedroom, onto the bed and rained passionate kisses and caresses on her until she responded, no longer angry at anything.

**

Urs was already on the bed, quietly lying naked with his arms behind his head when Honey finally finished putting her clothing away and came from the lav wearing the long tee that she always started the night in.

Both of them still had damp hair from the long shower they had taken together, both beginning to curl as they dried.

“Why do you put that on when you know I’ll only take it off you?” he gestured towards the tee shirt with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

She laughed at him and came to the side of the bed.

“Because I know how much you enjoy removing it. I like to watch your eyes, like you had just discovered something new.”

He reached up to grab her and pull her on top of him, laughing as he rolled them both over and started exploring under the shirt.

“Everything about you is new, each time I touch you I find some other delight I haven’t found before.”

He pushed the shirt up over her smooth, flat stomach and followed his hands with an eager mouth, tasting, tickling, teasing his way up to her neck and she raised her arms to slip the tee shirt over her head as he found her mouth and feasted.

Honey trailed her hands over his sides lightly, over his ribs, making him shiver and he broke the kiss to snuggle with his mouth against her neck.

“I’ve decided what your Ojibway name is,” she murmured as he left his mark at the base of her tender neck. “I will call you ‘Ekinamadi’, the Teacher, because you have taught me about love.”

“That’s what you called me at Amy’s…in the tub.”

She giggled as his husky voice so close tickled

He moved his head and breathed gently in her ear, making her tremble.

“You are my only honor roll student ever, mein Schatz!”

The advanced class took hours of practice before they got it just right.

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PostSubject: Chapter 8 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:34 pm

Chapter Eight


Honey was working on the mother board the next afternoon when Urs came in the studio. She flashed him a smile but he knew enough to not interfere when she was doing such delicate work and stood to one side with his hands in his pockets, watching quietly.

He thought about waking this morning to find her smiling at him as she ran her soft hands lightly over his body. It was the first time she had ever initiated love making with him and he found it very sensual. He let her take control and treat them both to an exquisite pleasure he remembered now with a racing heart. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind before they got out of control and grinned at her wiggling bottom as she kept time to whatever was playing on her IPod.

He enjoyed watching her work, her intensity almost scary as she peered through magnifying lenses to see the intricate wires and chips, aligning them, connecting with a special iron, easing the board back into place carefully and her face lighting up when the test she ran showed perfection.

She was so small, not in the least skinny but short and curvy, fit perfectly when he held her, yet was strong and agile from all the walking and the frequent gym workouts. Today she was dressed for work, jeans, tight long-sleeved tee shirt with a scooped neckline that showed off her gorgeous, full cleavage, her hair controlled in a high braided ponytail and as always that smile. It made him happy just to see her, touching her made him lose his mind……he didn’t ever want to stop.

“The gang all want to get together for a farewell party. I wondered what you thought about it?”

She looked over at him, leaning casually against the wall, the long athletic body as always impossibly elegant though he wore his off stage ‘uniform’: tight Italian jeans, boots, and a tight Tee, this one black and with the Harley crest on the front and a black leather vest over top. She couldn’t resist, needed to run her hands through the hair curling from his shower and to breathe in the light scent of Bulgari that he used sparingly. She came over, put her arms up to touch his hair, stretched out against the length of him, then dropped her hands to his shoulders and lay her head on his chest.

“Ok, but can we leave early? I want you all to myself for a few hours before you have to leave. With our schedules I won’t see you again until after the US tour.”

He laughed and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Exactly what I was thinking. Baby, it’s going to be so hard to leave you. I’ve had more happiness with you than I’ve had for a long, long time.”

She looked at him strangely but reached up to pull his head down to be kissed. “And I’ve never before known the happiness and love you have shown me, Urs. No matter what happens we will always have that.”

Urs thought it was a funny way of putting it but was saved having to figure out what she meant by the arrival of Carlos and Gerry.

“You two ready to go to the hotel? The transport is here.” Carlos was impatient to get going. Gerry raised her brows at Honey who shook her head the slightest bit but said nothing as Gerry shot Urs a scowl and left the room quickly.

“I just have to tidy up, then I’m ready,” Honey said and Carlos began helping her while Urs jogged down the hall to catch up to Gerry.

“Geraldine, wait up…Gerry, are you angry with me about something?” He looked genuinely confused as she turned to face him.

“You haven’t told Honey yet about Nicole have you? Don’t you think she deserves to know? And what are you going to do about the situation? Actually she knows, Anna let it slip yesterday….. you should have been honest with her, Urs. It was quite a shock.”

Urs looked at the floor for a moment and then shrugged. “I don’t know what to do. I love Honey, more than I’ve ever loved anyone, I’m so happy when I’m with her. But she’s so young and Nicole and I have history with each other. She stood by me when we were just starting out….and I guess I still care for her, but not the same way I love Honey. I thought I’d try to break it off with Nicole when we get back to London.”

“Urs, you are going to have to make a definite choice, one or the other, not just ‘I thought’ or ‘I’ll try’. There are no ‘Maybe’ options…you’re playing with the woman’s heart. It isn’t fair to either of them for you to try to have both. One of them will end up being cheated and since she’s the one with a pleasant attitude I fear it will be Honey. She’s young Urs, too young to be involved as the ‘other’ woman in a triangle. Pick one and let the other one go. I like her, Urs, and you already know what I feel about Nicole. She’s a manipulative ***** and has the morals of a cat in heat.”

Gerry stomped off down the hall and left him reeling from her blunt statements. Moments later Carlos and Honey joined him and they left the studio.

**

“You left a mark on me, you fool….look, it’s a hicky….how the hell will I explain that?”

Nicole was nearly spitting with fury but the naked man on her bed wasn’t worried. She was tall, yes, but model thin and even though she liked to scratch, he could handle her, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Just give him…’ he made an obscene gesture with his hand and she snickered….. “he won’t even see it…..or you could tell him to take a hike.”

“Oh sure, toss out the gravy train…that would be smart. Never mind, I’ll think of something. He’s back in London tomorrow night so make sure you take all your stuff with you. I’ll meet you at Hades Friday night.”

“You sure you can dump Swiss boy?”

Nicole laughed, not a happy sound. “Oh yes, he wouldn’t dare make me unhappy. He knows what kind of scene that would be and he hates scenes.”

**

For a last night type party they had all dressed a little more formally than the usual jeans. The girls had all opted for skirts and tops, the guys in nicely cut pants and shirts but no suit coats.

It was the first time that any of them except the Canadians had seen Honey in a dress or skirt and they all teased her about it. She had decided on a short, fitted black leather skirt suit with a beaded black silk cami, a waist length black leather jacket and black heels, an outfit she had bought on impulse after their first Sony cheque, talked into it by a very bossy sales clerk who swore that Honey could carry off the look with only her red hair for color. She never had the chance to wear it until tonight. She was going to leave her hair down but Gerry dropped by and before she left had piled it up loosely to tumble down her back in waves and expose her neck and ears so that the dangling ear rings she wore would show.

Urs was almost speechless when Honey came out of the bedroom to retrieve her jacket and tell him that she was ready. He rose from the sofa where he had been waiting, none too patiently, and walked to her, taking her hand and smiling as he turned her in a circle to have a good look.

“Incredible. I didn’t think you could look more beautiful than you do every day…I was wrong.”

He kissed her very gently, caught her jacket off the chair and helped her into it, letting his hands stay on her shoulders for a moment as he leaned down and caressed her neck with his lips.

“I’m a very lucky man to have found you, mein Liebe.” His breath on her neck made her shiver.

They met the others in the lobby and took a limo to the restaurant, causing a bit of a stir when they entered.

All of the group looked amazing, the woman in their skirts and glittery tops, the guys wearing Armani, even Miles, but no suit jackets, just raw silk shirts in either black or white, the collars undone of course, looking very male and polished.

“I think we’re going to need to be on guard tonight, Ladies,” Honey said as the men seated them at the round table. “These guys look so incredible we may have to fight the women off.”

Urs smiled at her and put her jacket on the back of the chair before he sat himself.

“It’s more likely we’ll have to beat the men off,” he said looking at the five lovely women around their table.

“Honey why do you not dress like this for work? It would make the day so much more interesting?” Carlos wiggled his brows at her and laughed as she tried to frown, then grinned.

“Right, Carlito. This is the perfect outfit for crawling under control boards and climbing ladders.”

“Works for me,” David quipped.

Honey watched as Urs and Seb got into a discussion about a new work they were composing. She was trying to be dispassionate and analyze logically why she loved this man so much, wondering what he really felt about her but a little afraid of knowing the answer.

Of course there was no denying that he was probably the best looking man she had ever seen, on screen or off: high cheekbones and chiseled features, those incredible eyes and the sculpted body, the silky, long hair, his long fingered, strong hands that made her tingle just to look at them…..no, it was more than that, much more than the surface features. He made her laugh with his wry sense of humor and his playful attitude. He was amazingly intelligent, well versed on a wide variety of subjects, kind, gentle yet strong, quick spoken but not in a vindictive or cruel manner and loyal without reservations to his friends. And of course there was that voice….the sound of him singing made her shiver, when he spoke his voice was mellow, sometimes husky, especially when they were loving one another…..that was something she couldn’t think of here among the others, not without losing her mind.

Urs turned to look at her, caught her staring and grinned when she flushed bright red. He had some kind of intuition that always told him when she was thinking about the times when they shared their love.

Urs was a little quiet and broody through most of dinner, not entering into the discussions unless it was about music. He appeared distracted and was drinking more than eating but no one spoke up about it since it took a lot to make Urs legless.

They finished the appetizers and went on to the main course, assorted Italian dishes that made everyone happy, though there were some comments about garlic.

“We seem to have a layover in Toronto on the tour, something about Detroit having to cancel. Are you three familiar with Toronto at all? We were only there for one concert before and had to leave almost immediately after,” David asked.

Carol and Miles started to tell the group about the many things on offer in Toronto, both knowing it well as they had attended Ryerson after high school.

Honey leaned over to Urs and whispered to him.

“You’re so quiet tonight and you hardly ate anything. Are you alright?”

Urs smiled at her concern and took her hand in both of his.

“Just thinking. I don’t have much of an appetite tonight. Why, are you feeling ignored?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m not that shallow. You don’t have to dance attendance on me 24/7. Don’t worry so much, Urs. You’ll give yourself frown lines.”

She laughed and tried to smooth the lines out when he wrinkled his forehead.

After dinner they went on to a club that Carlos and Seb claimed was the best in Dublin. Their fame and the monetary ‘gift’ Carlos passed got them in the door past an immense bouncer and they put three tables together to form a little area all their own.

It was loud in the club and dim, a DJ was in control of the music and when he spotted Carlos and Gerry, set up a Latin track for the next set of three. Carlos and Gerry went straight to the floor and sambaed or tangoed or whatever the music called for while David and Urs lost the toss for who bought the first rounds.

They went up to the crowded bar and got the attention of one of the female bartenders to place the order. They had to say it three times before David jabbed Urs in the side and warned him.

“Stop with the smile and the eyes, man…I know you don’t mean anything by it and you know you don’t, but those ladies behind the bar think it’s their lucky night.”

Urs burst into laughter, and of course David laughed too, which had the opposite effect to what he was after when the woman helping the bartender and staring at David, overflowed the glass of Guiness she was pulling from the tap and didn’t even notice the strong brew flooding over her hand. A third barman rescued the two bemused women who now were blushing furiously and mopping up the spilled Guiness, hoping that David and Urs hadn’t noticed.

Urs mood was better when they returned to the table. He teased Honey that she would be cut off after 2 drinks since it was a known fact that Canadians couldn’t hold their booze. Of course that meant war as the three Canadians at the table claimed they could drink anyone from another country under the table, any time. Urs opted out of the war, though he had started it, claiming that Switzerland was neutral and of course that meant he got teased for being chicken.

“Why chicken?” Carlos asked as they arrived back at the table for the last of the challenge. “Why not goose, or duck, or swan?”

No one knew but the idea bounced around the table as all the English speakers thought about it, out loud.

“It can’t be a goose….goose is used up as in you silly goose,” Holly said.

“And swans can be very aggressive…besides it’s used too …graceful as a swan.” Honey contributed.

“And turkey is kind of like goose…don’t be a turkey…” Miles said as if he had heard it many times and they all laughed at his grimace.
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PostSubject: Chapter 8 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:35 pm

David and Holly went up to dance to the swing music on now and Anna wanted to but Seb claimed he couldn’t do that kind of dancing. Honey took pity on Seb and promised to show him how but he still wouldn’t go out on the floor. The next set was slow and romantic and to the surprise of the other singers Urs asked Honey to dance with him. Urs didn’t dance, or so they thought, at least not sober.

It wasn’t so much that he wanted to actually dance as it was that he needed to have his arms around Honey and stop torturing himself with trying to make logical decisions.

When they got on the floor and she was snuggled against him, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck, he stopped brooding and felt more at peace with the world. All the confusion and problems in his life melted when he held her. She completed him and he didn’t ever want to be with anyone else.

He lowered his head to rest beside hers and whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Honey.”

She pulled back and searched his eyes for a moment then held her mouth up to be kissed. When his lips nearly met hers she answered “And I love you Urs, no matter what, I always will.” To her surprise and delight, he really kissed her, not the little friendly peck she had expected in public, but for the first time in front of others, a real kiss that took her breath away.

They left the others shortly after, returning to the Hotel, made it just inside the door and came together fast and frantic on the carpet in the foyer. When Urs had calmed he picked Honey up and carried her into the bedroom. They helped each other finish disrobing and lay under the fluffy duvet in the large bed, spooned together, talking.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know, Love, and I don’t want you to go but we both have work commitments. And you have things that you must think about and make some hard choices.”

Urs’ breath caught. “You mean…. About Nicole?”

He felt her sigh. “Yes, Luv. I wish you had told me Urs, but that’s the past. I know now.” She turned over to face him and he saw the tears glistening in her deep green eyes, making them shimmer like emeralds. “I will not share you. The decision is yours, Urs.”

She stroked his face and kissed him lightly, then deeper, so full of passion for him that he felt no pain when she nipped his neck and moved on to his broad chest, her mouth leaving a trail of fire everywhere it touched. With a moan of pleasure he rolled her completely on top of him and lost himself in the rapture of being loved by this precious woman.

**

Nicole gave the flat a final check before she dressed to meet a friend for brunch. She had already changed the sheets, just in case, removed the different condoms from the beside table, checked that there wasn’t anything in the laundry that would give away the presence of another man in the flat and tossed out the tell tale cigarette buts that whatever his name was, Ricky or Robbie, she couldn’t remember, had left in her candy dish last night.

She gave the flat a last good spray with air freshener, smiled and went to meet Connie. There should be good news today, she hoped. Connie was excited on the phone earlier but wouldn’t say why. Maybe she had managed to get a good price for the sapphire earrings that Nicole had told Urs she lost. She hoped so since all the partying lately had been expensive, not to mention that ‘dime bags’ didn’t really cost a ‘dime’. Never mind, Christmas was coming and she was sure that Urs would be generous, as he always was.

One last check in the mirror…..it was getting harder to maintain the illusion of youth. She added a bit more blush to her cheeks and tweaked her brows a bit to coax an errant hair back into place. For a moment she wondered how much longer she could attract the young crowd, the firm, good looking men like Urs and whatever his name was. Urs didn’t seem to care that she was older, in fact he seemed to prefer women older than himself, though she hadn’t been completely honest about how much older she was.

Nicole sighed. He was just so damned good looking and generous and could open so many doors for her. If only he wasn’t so straight-laced.

**

Honey was sleeping in the morning when he hauled himself quietly out of the bed and went to his suite to pack. He showered, finished packing, had the desk send some-one for his cases and went back to wake her gently, that moment when she opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile, a magic time he wanted to carry with him over the next few months.

“Is it time to go?”

He nodded and lifted her to press her upper body against his chest. She nestled against him, her breath light and warm on his neck and he caught her hair to pull her head back and kissed her smiling mouth.

“If I’m not careful, I’ll miss the flight.”

She just smiled and tightened her arms.

“Baby, I have to go,” he said but made no move to rise.

She moved back and pulled the top sheet around her body, stepped out of the bed and took his hand to leave the bedroom.

“When are you back from the US?”

“I think the end of November, unless they add some concerts. Definitely before Christmas.”

They reached the door and he picked up the only luggage he had left, his carry-on.

Honey looked at him as if memorizing his features, came into his arms when he opened them to her and nestled her face into his chest breathing deeply.

“The scent of Bulgari will always remind me of you. I have a confession to make…I stole one of your work-out tee shirts, I’m going to sleep in it to feel closer to you.”

“And the guys accuse me of being a hopeless romantic. I forgive you….I took one of your little bottles of hand lotion, that sage and chocolate stuff that drives me wild.”

They laughed at each other, came together to kiss again, tenderly, then passionately and he wrenched the door open to leave while he could, turned back and dropped his carry-on in the hall and reached her before the door closed all the way.

“I love you, Little One. I love you,” and he crushed her lips once more, bruising her mouth, tasting her sweetness one more time, his eyes open and watching as hers glazed with the passion of his embrace.

This time he ran before he could change his mind, took the stairs all the way to the lobby and jumped in the transport that was waiting for him.

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PostSubject: Chapter 9   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 9:37 pm

Chapter Nine


Holly fell asleep on the short flight to London and David left her to come and sit beside Urs.

“Need to talk, Bro?” he asked as he settled in the seat.

Urs pulled his eyes away from the window where he had been basically looking at nothing. He rested his head against the back of the seat and rubbed his eyes.

“When I’m with Honey everything is so clear. It feels right, good, like we were meant to be together. But now all I can think is how selfish it would be to trap her in a relationship where we hardly ever are together. One minute I think I have it figured out what to do, to call her and ask her to be with me always, no matter what we have to do. The next, I think how unfair it would be. We will be on the road so much, even though the World tour is sort of over. I just can’t believe that it would be right for Honey to continue our relationship ….I mean I can’t even see her again until maybe December. We’ve only been together for 23 days. How hard would it be for us to move on? She’s so beautiful, so talented, so young, too young to be tied to someone like me…..she deserves more than the few minutes of time we could be together.”

David looked at him. “Did you tell her this? Did you give her a chance to say what she wants?”

“I thought about it but I doubt that she can be objective…..David, I’m the only man that Honey has ever been with…ever, David…she has no history to base a decision on. I really think she deserves better than I can give her.”

“You’re selling yourself short again, Bro. The rest of us manage to work out the separations, e.mail, text messages, meeting up on the tour….there are ways if you are really committed to each other. And you keep saying how young Honey is. She’s very mature for a young woman, Urs, life has made her so.”

Urs looked at David for a moment then sighed.

“And I don’t want to add to the hard life she’s had up to now. She needs to experience life, travel, meet lots of people. Do you know she’s only been on a plane twice in her life?”

David shrunk down in his seat, clearly disappointed. “So you’re going back to Nicole.”

“I think it’s best for everyone. In the couple of months we’re away Honey will have moved on. I couldn’t stand to make a commitment and then find that she’s grown and changed, met someone else. The arrangement with Nicole has worked, sort of, so far. At least she seems content to be alone so much of the time. And her dancing takes her away too.”

David turned his face away from Urs and grimaced in disappointment.

“For a man known for his logic and analytic ‘wisdom’, I have to say that to me you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, like you’re afraid of commitment. Your logic in this case sucks, big time, my friend.”

He stood and leaned over Urs before he left, getting right in his face.

“I think you’re making a very big mistake, Bro, huge!! At least let the girl know. Don’t just leave her hanging.”

He went back to Holly and pulled her into his arms, waking her but she snuggled against him, smiled and drifted off again while he sat holding her and thinking how very lucky he was.

**

Nicole was happy to see him when he dropped his things at his flat and went to see if she was home. She flung herself on him and kissed him eagerly, then asked what he had brought her. Urs produced her favorite perfume that he had purchased at duty free, a musky, sultry scent that reminded him of the red light district of Amsterdam. Not that he would ever say that to Nicole, she would explode with anger if he did.

He sat back and watched her quietly as she went on about parties she had been to in his absence, the couple of gigs she had danced in, the 6 weeks that she had booked starting next week, a party she wanted to go to on Saturday night if he wasn’t too tired. If he was she would go stag and tell him all about it.

Nicole was tall, in her stiletto heeled shoes or boots she was eye level with him, but model thin. This week her hair was black, her pale skin perfectly made up to look like a magazine model. Her nails were long and painted to match the vivid red lipstick she favored.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked and she pouted.

“I’m sorry dearest…I forgot you were back today and I have plans. A bunch of us are going clubbing, the real sleazy places. I know how you hate it, so you don’t have to go. The girls are used to me going stag, it’s not a problem.”

She stood and came over to nudge his knees apart and leaned onto him to kiss him and run her hands over his lean, strong body.

“I have time now, but we have to be fast so I can go get my hair done.”

Urs leaned into her kiss but felt nothing. He drew back and shook his head.

“I have to go to the office to talk to Simon. Something about the Striesand tour. Have a good time tonight, I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He was out the door with a wave before Nicole could react and took the stairs two at a time, eager to be out in the air.

He hated lying, did it seldom, preferring to be direct and honest when he could, even if it was painful. He thought about the conversation with Nicole, what little of it there had been, and how, while she went on and on about her parties, he had compared her mentally to Honey. He felt like he was seeing Nicole with newly uncovered eyes and the picture that formed was not pretty. And then for him to leave so abruptly….. What else could he have said to her…’I don’t feel anything when you kiss me or touch me’ …?

He got in Seb’s car, borrowed since Seb and Anna were busy saying farewell for a while, started it and pulled out into traffic. Well Nicole had forgotten he would be back, that was a valid reason. They would go to the party on Saturday and then things would get back to normal.

By the time he reached the flat he felt better, not wonderful, but better, changed and went to the local gym for a good workout, hoping that if he tired his body out totally, his head would follow. Perhaps then he would stop thinking about the special woman he had left behind in Ireland.

**
It was a week before Honey heard from Urs, a long week when she schooled herself to do her job efficiently and not give in to the urge she had to call him. The decision he had to make was something he had to do alone and though she hoped it would be one that made her happy, if it wasn’t she would cope…somehow.

As it turned out she didn’t actually get to speak to him until very late at night though she saw by the logged calls that he had tried to call 3 times earlier in the day. She was still dressed and laying on her bed reading when her cell chirped at her and she answered it immediately, a little breathless in anticipation when she read the caller ID.

“Hello, Urs. How are you?”

“Fine, Honey and you?” His voice sounded strained, not as mellow as usual and she felt her shoulders tense.

“I’m good too. We have the last board nearly finished. Urs, I miss you,” she said without planning to….. ‘oh well done…sound desperate, that’ll impress him,’ she thought and bit her finger to keep from moaning.

He was silent for just a shade too long.

“That’s why I called. Honey ….I think you should get on with your life. Nicole and I are back together. The time you and I spent together will always be very special to me. I hope that someday we can meet again as friends.” He spoke unemotionally, almost as if he had rehearsed what he was going to say so often that he could do it without thinking or feeling.

She felt as if someone had stabbed her with an ice cold knife but after a long pause when neither of them said anything, managed to reply, saying everything quickly so she could disconnect and stop being civilized.

“Thank you for calling me, Urs. I wish you all the best in life. Good bye.”

She put the cell down quickly, tempted to throw it against the wall but tried desperately to hold herself together.

Instead she put her jacket on and went out of the hotel to walk in the rain that was falling steadily, not caring that it was dark out and she was alone in the city. There was no reason to fear being attacked since she had no more reason to live anyway.

She walked for hours, was soaked through to the skin when she sat on a bench by a small park and wept until she fell asleep from exhaustion. The increased street traffic woke her after sunrise and she walked again until she found a coffee shop, used the Ladies and bought a huge coffee to sip while she made her way back to the hotel.

**

Urs closed his phone slowly when she disconnected, feeling the bile in his stomach rising. He swallowed several times trying to keep his stomach settled, poured himself yet another vodka to join the three he had consumed in order to make the call and it reacted immediately, causing him to sprint for the lav, just in time.

After he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth he went back in the lounge and sat for a long time, trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing. It wasn’t working and he stood, threw on his brown leather jacket and left the flat, walking out into the damp night, went in the first bar he came to and drank himself senseless.

Closing time came and the bartender called the super in Urs building, in this area of Chelsea every one knew everyone else. Mr. Weatherbee went up to David’s suite and roused him out of bed to go rescue his friend.

Since he hated to suffer alone David decided to wake Carlos and Seb to suffer with him…anyway, they would whinge later if he didn’t call on them.

David dressed and went up one flight to Seb’s flat. Seb came to his door, rumpled and groggy, obviously having been asleep.

“David?”

“Seb, Urs is in trouble. We have to go rescue him.”

“Merde….I will get dressed…get Carlos.” No questions, no hesitation, just as David had known the reaction would be.

Seb shut the door and David went back down to Carlos door, tapped on it and Geraldine answered, wearing a robe and concerned but didn’t look like she had been sleeping.

“David…… ‘Migo, que pasa?”

“Gerry, Urs is in trouble. We need to go help him.”

“Dios!! Come in David, I’ll wake Carlos.”

Within 10 minutes all three friends were walking swiftly down the street toward the bar and David relayed what Mr. Weatherbee had said.

“Apparently Urs has been in there for a few hours, drinking vodka, straight, as fast as the barkeep can pour them. He’s at the state where he’s looking for a fight, already cold ****ed one guy but the barkeep said the guy had it coming so he didn’t do anything except have some buddies take him home. He expected Urs to collapse long ago but Urs just keeps tossing them down, speaking Swiss to everyone and getting pissy when they don’t understand.”

**
They entered the low ceilinged room and spotted Urs instantly, sitting alone at a table near the back, the few others still in the place keeping their distance as he glowered at the table and tossed back another drink, pounding the glass on the table for more.

Perhaps he was in a vile mood and looking for a fight, but not with his brothers. He took one look at their concerned faces, his face twisted in a lopsided smile and he tried to stand to hug them.

“Hey…my legs are asleep. Carlos, how could my legs be asleep….my head isn’t?”

“We need you to come home, Urs. Uh, Seb has a new wine that he wants you to try. He doesn’t trust us. Says we don’t have good taste.” David took Urs under one arm and motioned for Seb to go to the other side.

“Oui, mon ami. You know how this American will drink anything and the Spanish…well I do not want to even think about it.”

“Let’s go…the wine here is terrible anyway…tastes like Vodka. Hey…did you guys get really tall or am I getting shorter?”

“Urs, you’re still sitting. Let’s go, buddy, on your feet.”

Urs tried to look at David but his eyes wouldn’t co-operate, kept crossing or seeing two, sometimes three David’s and he found this immensely challenging, raised his hands and with an effort captured one of David’s heads and laughed. “Gottcha!”

David and Seb helped him to his feet, Carlos settled the bill and collected Urs jacket from the back of his chair and they staggered under his weight out of the bar.

He finally got his legs to work but kept slipping into Swiss/German which no one understood, so they took a chance and just agreed with everything he said.

They walked quietly for a few minutes then Urs began to sing, perfectly, on key and loud, singing to the back of the opera hall, but a pop tune, Missing You, a Chris de Burgh track. He sang to the street lights and the moon, though it couldn’t be seen tonight, the words and music coming from deep inside his soul, until his sadness made his voice crack and he stopped singing to stare at his feet blindly, in silence.

When they reached the building they went straight to Urs’ flat, found that he hadn’t even locked the door and managed to get him in as far as the sofa where he sprawled in an ungraceful heap.

“Is this guys night again? Let’s have one more,” he said pushing himself up into a sitting position and looking around at his friends. His gaze fastened on David and he stared, not smiling.

“I did it, Davey….I called her….I wanted to tell her to come to me, to be with me for ever but I couldn’t…I love her too much…did you know that? I love her so much that I thought I would die when she said Good bye. But it’s best, right?...She deserves more than I can give her…so much more… she too young, too special for me….”

He wasn’t aware of it but his eyes were streaming tears. He fell back on the sofa looking up at the ceiling and rubbed his hands over his eyes.

“Whoever she finds to love had better treat her right or so help me god, I’ll kill him!!” He surged to his feet and the room spun. Before any of them could catch him he melted to the floor. Between the three of them they carried him to his room, stripped him and rolled him into bed. They brought one of the easy chairs into the bedroom, tossed a coin for who would Urs-sit and Seb stayed over the night, keeping an eye on Urs in case he got sick….choking was a real concern with anyone so blind drunk.

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PostSubject: Chapter 10   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 10:21 pm

Chapter Ten

Honey took one quick look at her image in the bathroom mirror and regretted it. She looked like death. For a while she ran on automatic, showering to get warmed up more than anything, brushing her teeth and hair, dressing for work. It was still early so she walked, arriving just before Miles and Carol who teased her about beating them in, then quit when they saw what kind of shape she was in. They spent the morning finishing in one of the studios, just working, no chatting or talking at all, certainly no banter back and forth like usual

Carol knew that it was the departure of Urs that was upsetting her, hoped that he would call her soon and relieve the tension but Honey refused to talk about it though her friend could see that something was seriously wrong.

Honey’s face was drawn, circles under her eyes and not once during the long day did she smile. She took her breaks for a quick coffee alone, going at a different time than the others to avoid talking, left quickly when the work was done, not waiting for transport as usual.

In a brief break Carol phoned Gerry in London and asked if she knew whether or not Urs had called Honey. All of the singers knew what Urs had done, had seen and heard how devastated he was after talking to Honey but no amount of talking could convince him that he was wrong to break it off with the pretty Canadian. It got to the point that when they tried to talk to him about the break up he would walk away and not return for hours.

Carol disconnected after she had talked to Geraldine for about 10 minutes, promising to keep in touch but unrelieved now she knew how Honey would be suffering.

The third day after the phone call from Urs, Honey fell asleep under the control board she was working on, not having slept at all for the previous nights, just walking and weeping, hating herself for being too cowardly to end her life, hoping that maybe someone else would. They left her in the studio, pulled out from underneath and with a jacket over her for warmth and the next day both Carol and Miles had a heart to heart with their friend.

They came in to the studio early and found her still sleeping, hardly having moved at all during the night. Carol had brought a change of clothing for her and they woke her and sent her to the small bathroom to change, then before anyone else arrived sat her down in the cafeteria to talk.

“Honey, you know how much we love you. You’re our friend as well as partner and it’s tearing us up to see you suffering like this,” Carol said, putting her hand over the quiet woman’s.

“We know that Urs has broken up with you, Carol talked to Gerry and we’re both so sorry. We thought there was a kind of magic between you two.”

She looked up at them with pain filled eyes. “So did I. But I guess I was wrong.”

“You have to get over this, darling,” Carol said. “You need to move on. Talk it out with us if that will help.”

She looked at her concerned friends and tried a small smile, not the grin they were used to but at least a slight improvement.

“He never made me any promises, you know, never said it would be forever or that he was coming back to me. I think I was just a little naïve and a lot in love and he was lonely. Bear with me guys. I’ll learn how to live with this…somehow.”

That night there was a wrap party at the Studio and the next morning they would be leaving for London. Carol took digital photos of everyone and everything, absolutely thrilled with the new toy Miles had bought for her and when she had them printed back in London, sent a few to Gerry, now in the US with the band getting ready for the Striesand Tour.

They got to work looking for places to live, temporarily sharing a 2 bedroom flat and getting on with life though it seemed doubtful that Honey would ever become the cheerful, giving person of old, never again. She worked, stayed home evenings or walked for hours. Though several times she was asked out by people they met she always politely refused. Several times Carol found her in the Lounge at 3 or 4 in the morning, on-line, crying silently as she scanned through the photos on the forum.

**
They had all gone back to the suite after sound check, Geraldine stopping at the front desk to ask if there were any messages or mail. She brought a large handful up to the suite lounge and joined the men as they clustered around the dining table, sharing drinks and some of the silly things they had seen at the venue.

“Here you go, Seb, two for you, probably filled with kisses from Anna; Urs… just a message from Wardrobe; David, this looks like something about PlayStation, the rest are junk or Carlito’s.”

She sat on one of the dining chairs with her legs crossed, yoga style and sorted through the junk mail until she found a letter from Carol.

“Lovely, Carol wrote…and it feels like photos inside. Yes, Oh look this must have been the wrap party and this…….” They could all see her face pale then flush with anger, then crumble in tears as she left the room in haste.

Carlos reached over and took the letter and photos to see what had caused such an out burst. The first photo was of Miles and Steve and the new board, then two of the wrap party, a bit blurry since most of the guys and gals were dancing, the next was a closeup of Honey, date stamped after they were back in London and even Carlos drew his breath in when he saw it.

She had lost a lot of weight, and far too fast so her bright green tee hung loose on her body, as if it belonged to some larger, more robust person. Her eyes were deeply sunk in a thin, ash grey face and darkly shadowed and the tiny smile she showed was forced, not the usual gleeful open mouthed grin that everyone loved. She had raised her hand to the camera as if trying to block the shot.

Carlos tossed the photo to Urs who paled as he picked it up. Carlos read part of the letter then began reading it aloud.

“I told you I would let you know how Honey is doing but I think the photo says it all. She isn’t doing well at all, isn’t eating or sleeping, surviving on coffee and red wine, and when she does catch a few hours sleep she has those nightmares again about some guys attacking her. She just walks for hours and works, that’s the extent of her life. I haven’t seen her really smile or heard her sing at all for two weeks and it’s tearing me apart.

“Miles and I are going to drag her in to see a doctor before she makes herself really ill or does something stupid. I didn’t realize just how much she loves him…I wonder if he did? She may never get over him, Gerry, it’s killing her, maybe to be more accurate she wishes it would. We had a big row last week when Miles dragged her back just as she was stepping off the curb right in the path of a bus. It’s like she’s lost the will to live or just doesn’t care anymore, like she’s sleep walking through life. Anyway I got my face slapped for saying he wasn’t worth dying over so I won’t do that again. I just don’t know what to do to help.”

“The rest is about their search for an apartment and about work,” Carlos said as he put the letter down.

Urs had left the table and moved to lean on one arm against the glass doors of the balcony but they could tell he was upset by the bent head and shaking shoulders.

David went to him and put his hand on the Swiss man’s shoulder.

“Urs, I know you still believe you did the right thing for both of you. I wish there was something I could do, both for you and for Honey. Maybe when we get back to the UK you should see her and try to work things out.”

He shrugged David’s hand off his shoulder and went to his room, stopped at the door and asked Carlos to give Gerry a message. “The nightmares….ask Gerry to tell Carol…when Honey first moved to the city three guys attacked her and tried to rape her, got scared off by her boss. She has nightmares about it…when she has to sleep alone.” He went in his room, not re-appearing until time to go to the venue for the night’s concert.

**

Three weeks later Gerry got another note from Carol which she was careful to share only with Carlos at first. There were no photos but the news was good.

“….almost like a miracle. We did drag her into a doctor’s and he ran a bunch of tests and then a couple of days later she started to eat sensibly, and sleep regular hours. She’s even smiling now and then, not as much as before but a great improvement. She’s taking vitamins and not drinking except for one glass of red now and then. You still can’t say anything bad about Urs around her, she still claims she will always love him but at least she doesn’t look like an extra in Tales from the Crypt anymore….”

Gerry wanted to withhold the letter from Urs in punishment for what she still felt was unfair treatment of the Canadian woman but Carlos over-ruled her. It was a good decision since his performances and attitude in general improved a bit when the good news reached him.

**

That first weekend after she had seen the second doctor Honey took the train out into the countryside north of London and for four days stayed in a small inn in the first quaint village she came across. She needed to be alone for a while to make plans and think things through and with her two well meaning friends hovering she couldn’t do that.

The news from the doctor hadn’t been expected, though she should have realized sooner. They had never, not once, used protection and she wasn’t on the pill, there had never before been a need. So now she was pregnant.

The doctor had been very kind, told her, then left her alone for a few minutes to absorb the shock, came back and tried to discuss options with her but she interrupted at once.

“Please, I don’t wish to discuss abortion or adoption, though I appreciate that for some women that would be a viable option. I want this baby. We didn’t plan for this to happen but I love the father and though I can’t be with him, at least this small part of him will always be with me. Now if you could just refer me to a good obstetrician, I’ll be on my way.”

It was early October now, Il Divo would already be in the States getting ready for their first concerts. She walked along the quiet country roads and lanes, sitting occasionally by the streams that criss-crossed the area and thinking of all that would be happening in her life in the next eight months and beyond.

Fortunately money wouldn’t be a problem, the residuals and monthly contract with Sony would assure her of that. She would begin looking immediately for a house, something she could afford from the lump sum payment they already had received and she needed to access information on the Internet about childbirth and parenting since she knew very little about either.

Honey walked back into the village after one of her rambles and sat on the bench outside the inn watching families as they collected children from playschool, did the shopping, visited with friends. She had always liked children, never had a lot to do with them but now she was fascinated, watching them and laughing at the antics, laying her hand on her still flat stomach and thinking about having her own child to cuddle and play with, to protect and love and care for.

She stood, smiling, and entered the inn, somewhat at peace with herself and life now, the pain of losing Urs still sharp and she knew it always would be. He was part of her soul and she would never be quite complete without him.

But now she had a reason to live, to be healthy and strong and somehow she would cope.

**

Honey waited another week before telling Carol and Miles about the baby. The announcement stunned both of them, then angered Carol when she realized that Honey had been far too innocent to even think about taking the pill.

“Damn that man! He’s older and more experienced. He should have insisted on protection. I’ll never forgive him for doing this to you.”

Carol had shot to her feet and was enraged, wanted Urs to be there so she could hit him but felt the sting of a slap as once more Honey hit her on the cheek, hard.

“Don’t ever take that attitude about Urs again, Carol. I’m not completely naive and was just as much at fault. And I’m happy to be carrying his child. If you still want to be my friend, then you can help me through this pregnancy and be happy for me….and for yourselves since you will gain a little niece or nephew.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Miles wanted to know.

“I’ve thought about it and I think that he has the right to know. But I don’t want him to make any emotional decisions about it, things that he might regret later. When he comes back from the tour will be time enough I think and by then I should be able to do it, calmly, and let him know that I’m going to keep the baby and that I don’t ask anything of him. Right now I couldn’t bear to face him, the wound of losing him is too fresh.”

She stood to let them mull over the news and had only one request.

“I know you keep in touch with Gerry. I think news like this would be very upsetting and affect the performances….. and it should come from me …so please don’t tell her. I will when they come back.”

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PostSubject: Chapter 11 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 11:06 pm

Chapter ELEVEN

**

Carol and Geraldine did keep in touch, most often via instant messages on the ‘puter while the band toured all across the States with a couple of jaunts up into Canada.

She mentioned that they had found a flat and that maybe Honey had her own place now too but couldn’t move in until the end of December if the deal went through. She was going to work from home as much as possible, where-ever home was going to be but didn’t want to jinx the deal by talking about it yet.

It wasn’t a problem really since they had finalized the development of a translation chip for military computers and Honey was going to be traveling for a while demonstrating it to the various military departments that wanted it. It was all so very hush-hush, they didn’t even really know where she was going.

Urs was never mentioned by either of the women, though Carol passed on a warm ‘Hi and well done to the band’ from Honey nearly every time they chatted. Just before they came back to the UK Miles and Carol went on a week long vacation to Austria and the messages stopped for a while.

**

Honey made a detour on her way home from Germany to finalize the paperwork for the house. Her last stop had been at the NATO base in Ramstien where she demonstrated Babel one more time and was treated royally by the brass. It had been a whirl-wind trip, visiting so many different bases, selling Babel and though it hadn’t been hard to do, she was exhausted.

She walked through the house one last time, picturing herself and the baby living here, maybe even having Urs visit now and then to participate in the raising of his child.

She laughed at herself. ‘Wake up, Girl…he won’t likely be around much if at all.’

At least she could think of him now without dissolving in a puddle of tears…. most of the time. The trip to the different Bases had kept her busy enough to not think of him 24/7 like she did at first….now it was only a permanent pain that lived in her heart and jabbed once in a while in her quiet moments.

She locked up and went back out to the waiting cab, took one last look and headed for the airport. It was time to go back and face him. She hoped she could do it calmly.

**

They had been back in the UK nearly a week and already had fallen into a routine that felt good, no more airports, restaurants and busy schedules ….home cooked meals being the favorite food for them all these days.

The phone rang as Gerry was putting the dishes in the dishwasher and being the closest she answered it, not familiar with the number on the call display.

She recognized the voice immediately though.

“Honey…Babe, it’s so good to hear your voice. How are you?”

“Hi Gerry. Yeah it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it what with you guys trotting from one venue to the other. I was so pleased to hear that you were able to join Carlos. Carol kept me up to date on your travels. I’m Okay, how about you and Carlos?”

“Fantastic. We had such a good time on the tour, but it’s really nice to be back home. Listen, we really have to get together, catch up on everything from the last 2, no I guess it’s been 3 months.”

“Actually, Gerry that’s why I called. I know you’ve only been back less than a week, but I have a problem and need some help. It’s something I can’t put off any longer. Could I possibly come over to see you and Carlito, tonight, right now?”

“Of course, Querida. You are always welcome here and we’ll do anything for you, you know that.”

“You better wait until I explain, Luv. I’m just at the corner box…I’ll be there in a few minutes.” They disconnected.

She turned to Carlos who was now beside her, his expressive brows raised in question.

“’Migo, I have a bad feeling about this,” she said as she rested her head on his chest and his arm crept around her waist. “She sounds so….I don’t know…cold, unemotional, not at all like the girl we knew in Ireland. And what about this fear she has of being out at night in the city? It gets dark so early now that winter is here. It’s dark out now.”

A few minutes later the bell rang, Carlos pushed the buzzer to open the downstairs door and waited in the flat doorway for the elevator bearing Honey to arrive.

She stepped off the lift taking her gloves off and unwinding a thick white wool scarf from around her neck. It was less than two weeks before Christmas and the weather was co-operating nicely with a Christmasy snowfall, not heavy but enough to lay a dusting on cars and coats. Honey was dressed for it though, wearing a heavy black, hip length pea coat and high boots in addition to the scarf and gloves. Her flaming hair was sprinkled with melting flakes and she bent over to shake some of them free before reaching the flat and Carlito.

“Come to Carlos, my sweet, you look frozen and I will warm you….if Gerald doesn’t catch us.”

Honey smiled at his still cheeky ways and returned the hug he offered, turned her cold, rosy cheek for a kiss, and smiled at him again.

“It’s so good to know that some things never change. You look wonderful, Carlos. I think touring and married life agrees with you.”

“Don’t let Gerald hear that or she will stop spoiling me. I like to keep her on…some kind of hooks.”

Honey smiled at him as they went in and she turned for him to take her coat.

“I think you mean tenter-hooks although I don’t know what it means really.”

Gerry raced out into the hall and embraced Honey, took her shoulders and held her away for a moment, looking in Honey’s bright eyes.

“Are you….?”

Honey sighed and then smiled. You never could keep a secret from Gerry.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Mid May.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Mujeres….they speak a secret language we men can not understand,” Carlos mumbled and stomped off to the kitchen, calling back to the two women who were now hugging again.

“Coffee, wine, fruit juice, Diet Coke…what would you ladies like?”

“A nice red, por favor,” Gerry called out and drew Honey into the lounge, sitting on the sofa with her and taking the Canadian woman’s hand.

They had their heads together talking when Carlos came back with the wine and goblets, poured the wine and sat in the easy chair waiting for an explanation.

He watched them, his beautiful tiny blonde wife and the little redhead he well remembered from Ireland, the woman who had seemed like a sister to the band for the two or three weeks that they shared at the Studio. Well at least to three of them. He wiggled his brows as he thought about Urs and how everyone knew that Honey and Urs had become lovers. Her gentleness and cheerful, loving ways made Urs happy and it showed in his work, in his attitude toward the others, toward life in general. He laughed and smiled more than in the two years, almost three that the guys had been together. Now he was back with Nicole and had lost the air of confidence he had in Ireland, become the same old broody, silent Urs of the old days before Ireland, before Honey. He wondered if the break up with Urs was why Honey seemed so different. She certainly didn’t laugh like she used to.

“Carlos…Carlito,” Gerry’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts and he smiled at her waiting for her to continue.

“Honey is pregnant.”

Carlos felt like a hammer had hit him. He looked from Gerry to Honey, then said the first thing that came to mind.

“And the father is…?”

“CARLOS!!” Gerry exploded with anger but Honey put her hand on Gerry’s arm to calm her.

Honey sighed in disappointment that he did not know but knew this would not be the first time she would have to answer the same question.

“Carlos, I have only been with one man, ever……just Urs.”

“What are you going to do?”

She straightened her shoulders a bit and met his almost angry stare.

“I am going to have my baby, raise it and try to be the best mother I can be. For me there could be no other decision.”

Gerry took her hand again and asked “Honey, are you happy?”

“About the baby?” They saw her face light up with an almost ethereal glow, the first sign of real emotion they had seen since she arrived.

“So happy, I can’t begin to explain it. I will always have this precious bit of Urs in my life….I feel…blessed.”

Gerry wept a bit while Honey comforted her and handed her tissues to dry her face.

“I do have a small problem that I need help with. If you don’t feel you can get involved I understand but I just didn’t know where else to turn except to his friends. I believe that Urs has the right to know. I will never ask anything of him, and I don’t want to cause trouble between him and…Nicole. So you see I can’t phone and this isn’t something you announce by e.mail or a phone call anyway. And before you ask, Carlos, no I will never go to the press or Simon. This is something very personal, something not to be shared except by the few who knew that Urs and I were together for a while.”

“Do you want us to tell him, Little Sister?” Carlos asked and Honey knew he was willing to accept her again as a friend.

She smiled and shook her head. “No, Carlito. This is my responsibility. What I need is for you to help arrange a meeting with him. I need only a few private moments to tell him and assure him there will be no demands, no trouble.”

“When?”

“Very soon, before someone else sees beyond my baggy clothes and mentions it to him. I haven’t gained much weight but I am showing. He doesn’t need that kind of a public shock.”

“He is home now, not at Nicole’s. They are having some sort of dispute about his Harley.”

Carlos walked over to the phone and speed dialed Urs number.

As if reading his mind Gerry kissed Honey on the brow and went to the door.

“Hermano, I need a hand with something…can you come down?”

Carlos waited a moment and then continued.

“Wonderful. The door’s unlocked, just come on in.” He disconnected, gave Honey a quick kiss on the cheek and they scooted out the door, calling back “We’ll be at David’s, 2 doors down on the right.”
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PostSubject: Chapter 11 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 11:14 pm

Chapter Eleven


The flat was ominously quiet when they had gone. She couldn’t sit still waiting and paced a bit, had just made the turn at the bookcases a second time when the door opened and Urs stepped in.

He looked so good it took her breath away for a moment, his usual casual outfit of tight tee shirt and even tighter jeans, barefoot, his long hair a riot of curls from his recent shower.

“Carlos…Gerry?” he called out as he shut the door and the sound of his voice made her tremble.

“They went to David’s flat,” she said and saw him freeze in place at the sound of her soft voice.

Urs turned to her and held his breath at the beauty he had tried so hard to forget, for her sake as well as his own. No makeup, but then she never wore much anyway, her hair a wild froth of waves and curls from being out of doors, her cheeks rosy, likely from the snow, dressed very casually in loose jeans and a large white hip-length cashmere sweater. She looked wonderful and it made his traitorous heart ache to see her.

“Honey…It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Urs. How was the tour?”

She moved into the lounge and sat on the sofa, knowing that he wouldn’t sit unless she did.

“Great…we had a wonderful time, learned a lot from Miss Striesand.”

He sat but in one of the easy chairs and tried to look at ease but she could tell he was uncomfortable.

“Urs, I asked Carlos to create a private time for us. I need to talk to you, only for a couple of minutes. I need you to understand that I do not want to cause any trouble for you with Nicole, or Simon or the Press and I will never make any demands on you.” He was sitting forward in the seat now, uneasy at what was coming.

“Some time in mid May, I am going to give birth to our child. I felt that you have the right to know and I couldn’t just phone or send an e.mail.”

He was too stunned to speak at first then had a single question.

“When?”

Honey misunderstood at first.

“Near as the Doctor can figure it will be Mid May, about the 20th.”

He met her eyes and asked again.

“No…when did we….”

She laughed a bit and blushed very lightly. “I’ve had 6 weeks to think about that. I’ve narrowed it down to that day….at the beach, then on the Studio piano, and later….. well, you probably don’t remember.”

He had leaned back in the chair and rested his head on the back, now sat forward again and tried to capture her eyes with his. “I remember every day, every moment of the 23 days we were together,” he said, his voice husky with memory, and when she wouldn’t look at him, he dropped his eyes to stare at his feet…..until a terrible thought occurred to him.

“You’re not going to…get rid of it, or give it away, are you?” he asked, his eyes filled with pain.

“Never!!!” She lowered her voice, after that one explosive word, wrenched her eyes away from his and finished telling him her plans. “I’ve found a house, nice yard, trees, near good schools and day care. I’ll fix it up and live there with our baby and be the best mother I can possibly be.”

Honey stood and rested her hand on his bowed head as he held his face in his hands.

“I know how you feel. It’s a lot to take in all of a sudden. Don’t panic, Ekinamadi. I won’t cause any trouble. I just thought you should know.”

She had reached the coat closet and was putting on her pea jacket before he realized that she was leaving. He stood and walked over, watching her as she buttoned the jacket and wound the scarf around her neck. He lifted her collar up to cover a bare spot and left his hands on her shoulders.

“Honey, I…..” She put her hand on his mouth and hushed him.

“Don’t, Urs. Don’t say anything now. Take some time to let this all sink in. I may have to do some traveling so I left Carol’s address and cell number on the coffee table if you need to get in touch with me or want to know how the baby is progressing. It will all work out.” Her hand brushed his cheek and she said something softly that he didn’t understand.

“Gi zah gin, Urs.”

She smiled at him and left, taking the stairs instead of the lift and he went to the balcony and watched her walking down the street, looking so tiny and defenseless. She never looked back, watched the other people on the street, especially the men, passed quickly from one street light to the next until she reached the corner, turned and disappeared.

Honey leaned against the building when she had made it around the corner, letting the tears she had refused to shed in the flat fall now. Not looking back had been so hard, she knew he was watching, could feel his eyes following her as she looked straight ahead and tried to keep herself from falling apart in a million pieces.

She knew that passers by were looking at her, wondering if they should help and she managed to wipe her face and continue towards the bus stop, feeling like she was sleep walking, nearly in a panic when a well meaning man asked if she needed help.

Carol kept saying that the pain of losing Urs would fade, that eventually she would be able to get on with her life, but Honey knew that would never happen. His picture in a magazine or on the forum could still reduce her to a puddle, her heart ached to be able to touch him, to be close, to share his life. She looked at her hand, could still feel the silky texture of his hair when she had put her hand on his head, could see in her mind the confusion on his face when she told him she loved him, in Ojibway so he wouldn’t understand, not wanting to confuse him any further. If he decided at last that he wanted to be with her, it had to be because he loved her, not just because of the baby.

She thought of him again, of the playful look he would often get when they were together back in Ireland and whispered to the memory ‘Gi zah gin, Ekinamadi.’

Get over him? That was never going to happen.

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PostSubject: Chapter 12 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 11:20 pm

Chapter Twelve

There was something going on, she knew it, could feel it in the lack of response she received from Urs. His few e.mails were cool and distant, the scant days before they left for the US he had been preoccupied….even sex hadn’t interested him. That damn trip to Ireland had changed him somehow and Nicole didn’t like it.

She discussed it with Connie a couple of times while Urs was back in the US again and through her network of friends in the business Connie found out that Urs had been seen keeping company often while in Dublin with a young red haired woman. He had never had another relationship, that she knew of, since they got together…was this red head the reason for the difference in him?

Connie got her friend to dig a bit deeper and finally, the week before Urs was due back, came up with a name…Honey Harper…and an address of sorts….R and D, Sony BMG, London.

She was in a vile mood when Urs got back from the tour. He came over the first night back and before she could curb her temper she accused him of cheating on her. Of course Mr. Honesty wouldn’t deny it and was brutally open but claimed that it was over, that he had told Honey that he was back with Nicole.

She lost it completely, screaming and fighting about everything and anything while he just watched her rant with a calm, accepting look….until she began carping about his Harley, claiming that he should get rid of it and get a car, one she could drive while he was away.

Urs stood and pulled his jacket on.

“I will call you in a few days. Maybe by then you can be more rational. I can’t stand all this fighting Nicole. If it continues…..”

In two days Nicole had decided that maybe she had pushed him too far. She was sweet and loving when he took her out to dinner, upset, though she didn’t show it, when he didn’t spend the night and fuming when he had gone.

Several days later Nicole got more news that set her off again.

Connie had been doing a little sleuthing as she liked to call it, more like stalking if the truth be known. She had followed Honey home from the R and D lab and saw her stop in a bookstore, followed inside and saw the books she purchased. She could hardly wait to tell Nicole.

“Pregnant!…she bought books about being pregnant and raising a child.”

“That b..ch!!! I wonder if he knows yet?”

“My friend at Sony says that she’s only been back from some trip for a couple of days. I don’t think she would have had time to tell him.”

Nicole was beet red with anger, she snapped the stem on her wineglass, then flung it against the wall.

“I need her address. She’s not getting him without a fight. That gold tennis bracelet Urs gave me, the one you like so much….it’s yours if you can find out her address.”

**

It had been almost a week since Honey had met with Urs. There had been no attempt from him to make contact and the faint hope she had initially had was growing dim. Each day it was harder and harder to go to work and be cheerful, to not let on how her heart ached, to do her job and hope that Il Divo would not be in the offices or the cafeteria or the halls at Sony.

Honey talked with Miles and Carol about working from home and they agreed that it was sensible…she didn’t need to work in tandem with them, her knowledge of the work they did was equally as good as theirs now. She had decided to give herself 2 more days to decide whether or not to move out of London and into the house, two days when perhaps Urs would call. After that her priority had to be the baby and keeping their relationship secret. How the scandal sheets would love to trash Il Divo, the clean cut image was like a red cape in front of a bull. Well, she wasn’t going to be responsible for causing Urs or the others any bad press.

She arrived home at the townhouse well before Miles and Carol, unlocked the door and was stepping inside when someone shoved her violently, from the back, sending her staggering into the hall and crashing against the wall, scraping her cheek on the mirror frame.

“So you’re the little b..ch that thinks she can trap Urs. You don’t look like much to me.” The woman was thin and tall and had shoulder length bleached blonde hair, nicely cut, was well made up, though a little heavily and Honey knew without a doubt who she was.

“Nicole…..please come in. We can talk in the Lounge.”

“TALK….I don’t want to talk with you. I came to warn you. Stay away from Urs. He isn’t interested in you or your brat. You were just someone to keep his bed warm while he was away from me. He told me about the baby, laughed about how stupid you were, not even knowing enough to get an abortion. If you don’t want to see yourself and Urs splashed across all the rags in the UK, then you’ll stay away from him.” Nicole stepped closer and swung her hand at Honey, her long red nails ready to scratch, but she found her hand caught and twisted painfully up behind her back and was forced, screaming with pain and rage, to the door.

“You made your point. There’s no need to act like a cat. Don’t ever try to come near me or my baby again.”

Honey pulled the door open with her free hand and gave Nicole a shove that had her tumbling down the steps on to the sidewalk. The door was firmly closed when she stood, both hands scraped from the concrete and her stockings laddered. For a moment she cursed at the door, then became aware of people staring at her and rapidly left the area.

**
Anna left the firm she had worked for during the past 4 years, when they were absorbed in a hostile take over. Seb was over-joyed. He was tired of having to share her time with the office, wanted her all to himself and when she came over from Paris after clearing out her office for the last time, he made plans.

He warned the others not to come visit the first night Anna was in the UK, confided in Urs that he was going to propose and asked Urs help him with a menu and flowers and candles, all the romantic things he knew Urs was good at. Urs hesitated. There was something he had been working at doing the past few days, unsuccessfully, and he was desperate to get it done but he did want to help Seb. He smiled at the eager look in Seb’s eyes and agreed to help anyway he could.

Seb chose the wine, something he was very good at, opened it to breathe while Urs performed some kind of magic in the kitchen with seafood and sauces and a towering chocolate mousse creation.

They had already made the bed with sheets borrowed from Urs linen cupboard, smooth black satin with matching pillow cases, sprinkled with rose petals for the aroma and a romantic touch. The entire flat was lightly scented with candles on tables and mantle, and roses arranged in vases here and there.

Urs ran through the serving of dinner one more time with Seb, checked the stack of CD’s in the stereo and left with a sad smile just as they heard Anna’s cab pull up in front of the building.

Seb took a deep breath, turned the stereo on and went downstairs to meet his love. He couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. Normally he could handle cooking, was actually quite good at it but his brain seemed to be scrambled at the moment. All he could think about was Anna and how much he wanted her to say ‘Yes’.

She was standing on the sidewalk waiting for her luggage when he came out the doors and raced up to her, sweeping her into his arms and off her feet to kiss her.

“I’ve missed having you in my arms, Cherie,” he murmured against her ear as he snuggled her close and she stroked her hands over his hair.

“And I have missed you too, my Angel. I actually had to carry my own cases at Orly.” Anna grinned at him, teasing.

Seb paid the driver and took her cases to enter the building, Anna walking close enough to rest her hand on his waist. He looked so good tonight, but then he usually did, especially when he left off the silly hats he loved to wear. Tonight his eyes sparkled with mischief, his hair was freshly washed and styled and he wore semi casual clothing, a nice medium blue jumper and black pants and shoes.

He asked about the flight and if she was hungry, knew she wouldn’t have eaten and told her that he had arranged a surprise for her. At the flat he put down the cases and unlocked the door, letting her go in first. He put her cases in the hall and took her coat, admiring the way she looked in a flame red pant suit with black heels and black silk blouse and then she looked up and noticed the candles and the flowers.

“Oh, Seb….this is lovely…you have gone to so much trouble.”

“Nothing is too much trouble for you, my love,” he said and pulled her into his arms to kiss her properly. They were both shaken when he drew back from her mouth and without waiting for the planned time, or dinner or anything else, asked her.

“Anna, you are the most important being in my life. I bless the day that we met for you fill my heart with love and I never want to let you go. Will you marry me?”

She leaned back a bit in his arms and smiled at him. “Oh Sebastien….what took you so long? Yes, of course I will marry you. I love you and have since we first met.”

They found out later that Urs’ dinner was just as tasty reheated.

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PostSubject: Chapter 12 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 11:48 pm

Chapter Twelve

“Gone? What do you mean she’s gone?” Gerry fairly shrieked the words into the phone.

Carlos rose from where he had been reading their flight information and came over to watch his distraught wife as she listened to Carol on the other end of the line.

“But that doesn’t apply to us does it? We’re her friends.”

She was silent for a moment again then finished the conversation a little more calmly.

“I see, yes, yes, I guess I understand. Okay, then if you talk to her tell her we are thinking of her. Have a nice Holiday in Canada, Carol. Bye.”

She turned to Carlos and he could see that she was upset.

Gerry drew a deep breath as if trying to get her thoughts in order.

“Honey is gone. She took her lump sum advance out of the bank, packed up and is gone, Carol won’t say where. Apparently she thinks it will be easier on Urs if he doesn’t run the risk of seeing her all the time at the studio and she doesn’t want to put us in the position of having to choose between him and herself. At least that’s what Honey told Carol before she left.”

“It isn’t like Honey to run away like that….I don’t understand,” Carlos said, frowning and running his hand through his hair.

“The woman from the coffee shop across the street told Carol that a tall, skinny blonde woman went into the house right behind Honey the other day and there was yelling then Honey threw her out the door onto the sidewalk. I think that had to have been Nicole. I wonder what kind of trouble she was stirring up. Anyway, Carol says Honey had a bruise and a scrape on her face and the next day she packed up her stuff and she’s gone and Carol doesn’t know where, or at least that’s what she says.”

“What if Urs wants to see the baby?”

Gerry glared at her sometimes naïve husband.

“He’s had more than a week to think about that and didn’t so much as call her or talk about it with any of us. He obviously doesn’t care.”

Carlos put his arms around Gerry, trying to calm her.

“Urs doesn’t talk about personal things much with us, that’s just not his way. He cares, I see it in the shadows under his eyes, the way his voice sounds when we sing any of the sad tracks. Perhaps he just doesn’t know what to do.”

Gerry sighed as she rested her head against Carlos strong chest.

“I wonder if he’ll be happy or upset when he finds out this bit of news.”

**

Honey unpacked the last box and put the dishes away in the freshly scrubbed cupboard. It had taken less time than she thought to put the place to rights after arriving. Sitting empty for so long had meant a thick layer of dust everywhere, so the first order of business was a thorough cleaning, then relining shelves and drawers. Then a trip into the village to buy necessities and voila she had a home.

She sat down at the heavy old kitchen table, running her hand over the worn surface. What a lot of history would have gone into the smooth surface. How many hundreds of little hands had caressed this exact same spot over the years? The house was old, but well-preserved and partly furnished. She had fallen in love with it instantly when she saw the photo online.

Outside of town but close enough to walk in for supplies or mail, an open concept main floor of huge lounge, kitchen, utility room and upstairs 5 large bedrooms and five full baths, plus a balcony to sit on in the good weather to enjoy the marvelous view. There was also a nice big garage/workshop and just at the back of the 10 acres of property a lovely stand of trees bordering a small brook. Perfect.

She rose to fold up the boxes and pile them neatly to go to the garage for storage, mentally listing the things she should attend to next: find out about cable hook-ups, not for TV but for the internet, get the phone turned on and find an obstetrician. As if agreeing, the baby let loose with a series of firm kicks and she smiled, resting her hand on her bump. As always, she thought of Urs, of how she would have loved to share this experience with him. But he had made his choice. Though she didn’t believe everything Nicole had said, it just wasn’t in character for the Urs she knew and loved, he hadn’t called, so it was really over for them……now she just had to learn how to live with it.

**

Urs knocked on the door to Carlos and Gerry’s flat. He hated to bother them, disliked getting his friends involved in his problems at any time and now he was pretty sure he would get a bit of a tongue lashing from Geraldine. She was almost as bad as he was with being direct. Sometimes, if you were on the receiving end of her barbed words, it could be pretty painful.

Carlos answered the door and smiled his usual wide grin.

“Just in time…you can help get these cases closed. Gerald is taking half of London to Madrid for Christmas.”

Urs laughed, entered the flat smiling and nodded at Gerry, then knelt on the case while Carlos struggled to get the zip done up.

“Are you going home for Christmas too, Urs?” she asked.

He looked up, thinking ‘Great!! She’s in a good mood.’

“Ja, but only for 3 days. I need to come back and work things out with Honey.”

There, he said it and it hadn’t been nearly as hard to share as he thought.

Gerry just stared at him for a moment. “And what about Nicole?”

The case was closed and he stood back up to face her.

“Finished….should have been long ago, but the news finally made me realize what a fool I’ve been. I was so afraid to take a chance, afraid of commitment, nearly lost the best thing that’s ever happened in my life because of my stupidity. I broke up with Nicole two days ago, got all my stuff out and I’ve tried a bunch of times to call that number for Carol that she gave me but all I get is ‘this line is not in service at this time’.”

Gerry put her hand over her mouth but he could clearly hear her gasp and the murmured ‘Oh dear God’.

“Damn you!! You’re too late!” she cried and ran from the room.

“Carlos, what the hell is going on?” Urs said, his imagination working at top speed, the scenarios that flashed through his mind very unsettling.

“Gerry talked to Carol a couple of days ago, just before they left for Christmas with relatives back in Canada. Urs, Honey is gone. She took her money out of the bank, packed up and she’s gone and has sworn Carol to secrecy as to where.”

Urs shook his head, not willing to accept what he heard, sank down onto the sofa and dropped his head into his hands.

“NO!!!”

“Lo siento, Hermano. Apparently when you didn’t call she took that as meaning you don’t care about her or the baby and she told Carol that it would be better for you if she wasn’t around to bump into you. And Nicole went to see her…I don’t think that went well …witnesses say Honey’s face was bruised and scraped and that she literally tossed Nicole down the front steps. Gerald says she didn’t want you to come to her out of guilt and it was too painful to be near you but unable to be with you… she thinks you don’t want her, so she’s gone.”

Urs looked up at him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, full of an anguish that made Carlos’ heart twist.

“Where? Carlito, if you know, please, for the love of Gott, tell me.”

Carlos shook his head. “I do not know, Hermano. Carol did not say.”

Gerry came back out, clearly had been crying and she sat beside Urs on the sofa and pulled the tall Swiss man into her arms.

“We can do nothing now, Urs, not until Carol and Miles come back from Canada. Go home to Switzerland, get some rest and think things through. When you come back, if you still want to find Honey we will do everything we can to help.”

He sighed and wiped his face, took a deep breath and nodded to her.

“I wanted to come to her, free, so we could make a clean start….it just took so long to corner Nicole, sober, and end our relationship. She seemed to have an intuition that told her why I wanted to talk, so she kept avoiding me or drinking herself blind. Then I couldn’t get Carol and had no other way to contact Honey. How could this happen? I finally try to take control of my life but it’s too late….. Oh my god…that’s what Nicole meant…she babbled something about warning Honey off….that she would never accept me now.”

He rose and went to the door, looking defeated, lost, and it broke their hearts to see his pain.

**

Christmas was finally over. All of the Divos had a problem keeping up the Holiday spirit this year due to concern for their brother and the little sister who now was lost to them. They were all back in the UK for New Years Eve and spent it together, getting so drunk that not one of them could leave Seb’s flat to go home.

It was a time of waiting, everyone on edge, anxious for Miles and Carol to return so they could try everything to convince Carol that she had to break her promise.

“Try her again Gerry,” Urs said from the depths of the easy chair in the lounge. “The studio is open again tomorrow so they should be back.”

She frowned at him and sighed but picked up the phone and speed dialed Carol’s number for the umpteenth time.

“Urs, I really think you should go to Simon, tell him everything, see what he suggests. He always seems to be able to work some kind of magic and get things done.” David was trying to be logical and doing pretty well.

Gerry held her hand up for quiet when the phone was answered.

“Carol. I’m so happy to finally get you. When did you get back? …… Wow…. is my timing good or what? Look there’s been a kind of development in the Urs/Honey situation. Can we come over and see you? …..yes, all of us….we’re going to gang up on you.” She laughed to lighten the mood and smiled as Carol told her to come on but bring something to drink since they had only been back 10 minutes and hadn’t shopped.

Seb raided his wine rack and they headed out, taking both Seb’s car and a cab because of the numbers. Urs was sandwiched in between David and Holly in the back seat with Seb and Anna in the front.

David dragged his arm out from where it was crushed into his side and threw it around Urs shoulder.

“Now listen, Bro. You have to be calm, no trying to bully Carol no matter how much you would like to. Be your usual logical Swissness and appeal to reason.”

“My ‘Swissness’? Is that a word you just now made up?” Urs said and grinned at his friend.

“You know what I mean…that damn logical way you have of trying to analyze a situation. If you can get Carol on your side, then there might be a chance.”

Holly reached over and took Urs hand but said nothing, just rested her head on his shoulder, an action that spoke louder than any words could.

They trooped into the townhouse en mass, distributing hugs and kisses but not the usual boisterous joking. Carol invited them into the Lounge and they made small talk about Christmas while Seb and Miles opened and poured the wine and sat with the others, Carol in an easy chair with Miles on the wide arm, Urs alone in another, Anna, Seb and Holly on the sofa and David and Carlos on chairs brought in from the dining room.

There was a silence as they ran out of small talk and Urs cleared his throat to speak to Carol.

“When Honey told me about the baby, it didn’t seem real. It took a couple of days before it really hit me and I did a lot of walking trying to figure out how I had let things get so out of control.

“I realize what a fool I’ve been. Trying to keep peace isn’t the important goal. Living life to the best of our abilities with the bounty we are given, that’s what is important. I stopped being afraid of committing to Honey, wanted to accept what we had in Ireland, what she believed and I do now too, that we could work things out, we could be happy, we were meant to be together and happy.

“I wanted to go to her, but not until I proved to her and myself that I was serious. I needed to end the relationship with Nicole and come to her clean, free. But it took too long. Nicole knew something was up and she avoided me, seldom came to her flat and when she did she was drunk. But I did it and then called you to set up a meeting with Honey, but I couldn’t get through. After the third day of trying, I went to Gerry and found out that you were in Canada and Honey was gone.”
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PostSubject: Chapter 12 Part 3   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyMon Feb 16, 2009 11:49 pm

He looked up at Carol and she could see that his eyes held unshed tears. Even Carol wasn’t immune to the famous ‘SRG’ look and she moaned and put her hand over her mouth as he pleaded with her, using his expressive eyes and soft voice.

“Please Carol….I need to see her, to tell her how much I love her and want to make a life with her and the baby. Please tell me where she is.”

Carol was startled. Not only was Urs sensitive enough to want to come to Honey with no attachments, he was publicly stating his feelings and desires, something she knew the private man seldom, if ever, did. She started to cry and Miles put his arm around her and hugged her tight, caressing her hair with his free hand.

He looked around at the intense stares of the others in the room and knew that he was going to make them all very sad, still he had to tell them.

“She doesn’t know, Urs. Honey told us she trusted Carol but she knows how soft hearted Carol is. For now we only have contact with her by e.mail and she has one of our inventions on her ‘puter, a little program that removes the sender address and makes it extremely difficult to trace the transmission back to the sender. So we don’t know where she is and we can’t even send her an e.mail.”

Carol sat forward now and abruptly rose to her feet, ignoring the sad faces around her and the look of despair on Urs’ face that had prompted David to move over to sit on the arm of his chair and place his strong hand on Urs’ shoulder.

“I didn’t take my ‘puter to Canada and haven’t checked it since I got back…hang on, there may be something on it.”

She sped out of the room and they could hear the familiar beeps of a ‘puter booting up. A few minutes later they heard the clacking and whirring of a printer and just as Seb finished pouring another glass of wine for all, Carol came back in bearing several print-out sheets.

“She’s using ‘Spector’ so I don’t know where it comes from but there were three messages.” Carol hesitated then asked Urs….”do you want them or should I read them out loud to everyone?”

Urs laughed a bit. “Read them, Carol. There don’t seem to be any secrets left among us any more.”

She sat in the chair again and began.

“This one is dated December 26th.

‘Hi Carol and Lefty:

I suppose you didn’t take your laptop with you, not being brainwashed into the electronic world quite that much …YET. Anyway you’ll get this when you return from what I hope was a lovely Christmas.

Mine wasn’t much different from usual…not having a family means that Christmas is just another day except for the lovely carols and services in the churches. It will be so nice next year to have the baby to celebrate the season with. I actually moved into the house out of the hotel on Christmas Eve day, then went to a beautiful midnight service in the small village church.

Christmas Day I finished cleaning the house…the “experts’ were supposed to do it but it wasn’t quite enough…you know how picky I get about dust and clean windows. I went for a lovely walk, about 4 K….it’s so nice to have all this beautiful clean snow to play in and the air is so pure…someone should bottle it.

I’m working on something that I think we can sell but I don’t quite have it done yet. When you guys get back I need you to somehow trick Urs into doing a few tracks solo, say you need to check equipment or something and send them to me, I’ll tell you how later, as many as you can. I’ll explain if my idea works out the way I think it will. And if it doesn’t at least when I try to sleep at night I can listen to his sweet voice and pretend he’s singing for me alone.

Will write again soon.

Love….Honey’”

“That doesn’t narrow it down much…she’s somewhere cold and with clean air, outside a small village…..it’s winter, half the world has snow right now.” David shook his head in disappointment.

“And what’s this about Urs doing tracks alone? What could she be working on?” said Seb.

“And how will she get them sent to her without an address?” Gerry added.

“The next one is fairly short,” Carol said and began reading it.

“Dated January 1st.

“Happy New Year, you two and the Divos and Ladies if they’re back and you see them.

God how I miss you all, nearly as much as I miss Urs. Okay, I can just see you making a face, Carol, but get used to it.” Carol paused and looked at Urs but he had his head on the chair back and his eyes closed. “I will always love him and you might as well get used to me saying it for the next 50 or 60 years. I really believe that there is one person in this world that completes you as a person and if you screw it up and lose that special someone, no one else will ever be good enough.

Anyway, I just wanted to assure you that Baby and I are fine…..I almost typed in Baby Buhler but I guess I can’t do that. How I would love to give him or her his/her father’s name.

I did find a handyman who lives fairly close for things I won’t be able to do much longer, shoveling the drive and the path to the garage, bringing wood in for the fireplaces and so forth. He’s a nice older man and his wife is absolutely adorable, keeps trying to mother me.

Yippee!!! It’s snowing and it’s time for my last walk of the day.

Love you all….Honey’

“This last one is dated today and it’s really short too.

‘Hi guys: Have to be fast, I’m going somewhere today and won’t be back for a week. Don’t panic, nothing is wrong, it’s just some business and I can’t take a chance on flying after about April 1st. Plus I may have some astounding news for you when I get back. Don’t forget those solo tracks for me before Urs goes to Tokyo.

I debated with myself whether or not to tell you this but I think in all fairness you should be forewarned. Nicole came to see me at the townhouse the day before I left. She was very angry, said a lot of things, some I believe, most I don’t and she actually tried to attack me. Remember the bruise and scrape I had on my cheek? That was from our little meeting. What worries me though is that she might come back and harm you or might go to the press and try to hurt Urs. She was so irrational and I just don’t know what she’s capable of. So be careful.

Love, Honey”

There was silence for a moment when Carol finished reading the e.mails.

Urs cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Carol, could I have a copy of those?”

“Sure,” she said and Miles took them to the office to copy.

“Anyone have any suggestions what we can do now?” Carlos asked but no one had a clue.

Urs sat forward with his forearms on his thighs.

“I feel like my brain has turned to jelly. Tomorrow, I’m going to try to see Simon and tell him everything, see if he has any ideas.”

Miles came back with the copies and Urs looked at them for a few minutes then asked: “The time that it says here at the top…is that the time here or wherever she is?”

“What it was here I think…why?”

“Then the timeline is off for Canada or the US. She writes these as if the day is over or partly over and yet here where you receive it the time is early, very early in the day. That means Europe.”

Everyone crowded around to look at the times on the e.mails and congratulated Urs since they thought he had a tiny clue to the puzzle.

For the rest of the evening they chatted about their holidays and tried to figure out what tracks they could get back up music for so that Urs could pretend he didn’t know he was being taped. He tried not to think about what she had said about the music, it was counter-productive to fret over it right now. Later, when he was trying to sleep would be the best time since he knew how thinking about it would make his heart ache.

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PostSubject: Chapter 13 Part 1   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyTue Feb 17, 2009 12:05 am

Chapter THIRTEEN

Honey was really tired after the trip and the session at the bank but now it was all done, everything set up perfectly. They had been so professional, so accommodating at the large Geneva bank, but of course that’s what they were famous for, that and secrecy.

Her account was open, the monthly cheques from Sony would automatically be deposited with a 10% portion sent to the small bank in the village and arrangements for re-routing any parcels to the postal station in the village had been taken care of.

And she had seen the specialist that the doctor had asked her to see, should have the results of his tests in the morning.

She lay back on the soft bed in the hotel, resting her hand across her bump, thinking of baby names and drifting off to sleep.

**

Jonas and Katja were happy to see her back, fussed around helping with her coat and boots, laughing over the little treats Honey had brought them from Geneva.

“Katja, the doctor in Geneva says that Doctor Mueller was correct. So I have to be very careful not to gain too much weight. Did Jonas get me those sno-shoes I asked for?” She asked the older woman in slow but adequate German which made the woman laugh a bit.

“Very good, Liebling. You get better all the time. Next you must ask Jonas to teach you Italian as well, I think he still has some books like the one he gave you for German.”

She hugged the short round woman and laughed. “I’m so lucky I found you and Jonas….friends, mother and father, handyman and bossy cook, AND language teachers as well. My cup runneth over.”

**

Urs had asked to speak to Simon and they met in the office for what was to be 15 minutes and ended up being over an hour.

Simon was intrigued when Urs asked to speak to him on a personal matter, adding that he didn’t think it would have an adverse effect on the group.

When Urs arrived, on time of course, they sat in easy chairs in the large office, each nursing a brandy that Simon had poured them and he sat back in his chair waiting for Urs to get to the point.

Urs downed his brandy and leaned forward on his arms, took a deep breath and began.

“I don’t know how much of this you know so I’m going to start at the beginning and tell you everything.

“When we went to Ireland to work with Steve Mac, I was involved in a rather strained relationship with a woman named Nicole. Shortly after we got there, Sony sent a Canadian team over to install the 137A and I met this Canadian woman…Her name is Honey and she’s incredible…funny, cheerful, beautiful, talented. We fell in love and things escalated to intimacy, but then I came back to the UK and I thought it would be better for her and for me if we called it off and I stayed with Nicole. Honey is young and has so much to give…I can’t offer a woman much except lonely nights while I travel with the group.”

Simon was sitting up now listening intently.

“I can see you have guessed where this is going. Yes, after we got back from the Striesand tour, Honey told me she’s pregnant. She said she was asking nothing of me, just felt I had the right to know. By the time I sorted my head out and realized that I wanted to be with her more than anything in the world, she was gone, didn’t want to run the risk of causing me trouble. I can’t find her, she covered her tracks well.

“Simon, I need help. I have to find Honey.”

Simon rubbed his eyes with his palms then stared at Urs.

“You sure it’s yours?”

“Absolutely!! Honey was an innocent before…… the baby is mine, Simon.”

He stared at Urs for a while longer then asked a quiet question.

“Urs, do you want to find this woman because she carries your child or because you love her desperately and want to care for both her and your baby?

Urs didn’t hesitate or lower his eyes.

“I love her more than life, Simon. I need to take care of Honey and our child, to marry her if she’ll have me.”

“That, my young friend who obviously has never heard of condoms, was the right answer. Tell me whatever you know about where she has gone, who her friends are, her family, what she likes and hates.”

Urs started by showing him the e.mails and they went on from there. Simon cancelled an appointment and they talked until dinner time, then he abruptly sent Urs home and said they would talk again, he was not to worry about bad press. It wouldn’t be the first time Simon and Sony had dealt with such threats.

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PostSubject: Chapter 13 Part 2   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyTue Feb 17, 2009 12:08 am

Chapter Thirteen Part TWO

The girls had decided to have a hen party, facials, nails etc., no guys allowed so all the guys, except Miles who was frantically trying to meet a deadline, tossed a coin to decide between clubbing or a movie. Carlos won and they went clubbing. Urs wasn’t really thrilled with the thought but they convinced him he needed a break in his routine, just one guys night while he waited for Honey to come back from wherever she went and send another e.mail.

They hopped from club to club, totally at the mercy of Seb and Carlos, the only two of the Divos who had made a point of visiting every club they could in each city they went to on tour. The Striesand tour had been particularly good for that since they had few concerts on back to back nights.
Not that they ever did anything they couldn’t tell the girls about but it was fun, dancing with different women, flirting harmlessly then going back to the suites to talk to their girls on line.

The last club of the night was supposed to be the one called ‘Carnal Sins’. Carlos claimed that it wasn’t as bad as the name indicated and when they arrived it was to see Simon and Steve just going in the door.

They went in right behind Simon and David called out to him. Within minutes they were all sitting at his reserved booth, ordering from the scantily clad, buxom server.

“Well, this is a rare treat. I didn’t think you lot ever got out without the ball and chain anymore,” Steve teased them as they waited for their drinks.

“Actually it was their idea,” David said with a chuckle. “They’re all doing the facial and manicure things tonight and tomorrow we have to tell them how gorgeous they are…..like that’s going to be difficult.”

“I’ve never understood how such a bunch of ordinary looking guys managed to attract such gorgeous women,” Simon said and was saved from verbal or physical abuse by the arrival of the server.

The music had been silent when they came in and now the DJ came back and started up a set of Latin music that had Carlos’ feet tapping. He gazed around the dimly lit room and saw several women on one of the tiers moving to the music, without partners, and that was it, he was gone.

Over the next couple of hours the place filled, probably over capacity. The servers had a hard time keeping up, the dance floor was packed with writhing bodies and the noise level was deafening.

Urs was alone at the table when a woman sat down beside him in the booth and he turned to politely send her away, not interested in a pick up. But he knew this woman in spite of her curly, newly dyed red hair

“Nicole….”

“Urs, I saw you come in and wanted to come talk to you but this is the first time the others have left you alone. I am so sorry for the way we broke up. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and neither did your friend. I am truly sorry.”

He was wary, really didn’t believe that she held any remorse. It was more likely that she had an ulterior motive. But it wouldn’t cost him anything to be polite.

“Thanks, Nicole. Have you been keeping busy?” He took a gulp of his Guiness, put it back down and smiled politely at her.

“Sure, you know me, always on the go. I’m here tonight with Connie and two friends. You remember Connie I think. She’s the little blonde in red on the second tier,” She indicated a tier of tables behind him and he turned around to glance that way, after a moment saw Connie and did indeed remember her, one of the ‘friends’ who had hit on him at a party they all attended.

“Oh yes…I remember Connie,” he said as he turned back and looked up with relief as Carlos and Steve wandered through the crowd back to the table.

Nicole left immediately when Carlos sat down without even acknowledging her presence. Steve glanced at him, surprised at his lack of courtesy until Carlos asked Urs what was going on.

“Nothing. Nicole said she wanted to apologize, which I don’t believe. She was only here about 2 minutes.”

The others returned and they finished their drinks, talked about leaving but Urs was laughing and moving to the music and said he wanted to stay a while so they decided on one more round. Carlos and Seb got up to dance again and part way through the next fast track were amazed to see Urs near them on the floor, dancing with a small blonde woman, really rocking and grinning, having a great time.

The music went right into the next track and they wandered through the dense crowd back to the table.

“Do you know where Urs is?” Seb asked as he sat down.

“He seemed a little antsy…went to the lav,” Simon answered as he lifted his drink to his mouth.

Seb shook his head. “Non…he’s out there on the floor dancing like a crazy man with a little blonde.”

“Urs? Are you sure it’s Urs?”

“I saw him too,” Carlos said as he sat down.

“When was Nicole at the table?” Simon asked with a frown, his face deadly serious suddenly.

Steve looked at him. “Oh sh*t…you don’t think?...”

“I do think! I wouldn’t put anything past her.” Simon stood and started scanning the crowd while the singers looked puzzled .

Steve stood as well and leaned over to speak quietly to them.

“Ruffies….she may have slipped Urs a ruffie…..it lowers inhibitions…they call it the date rape drug.”

David pushed the table back and stood on the banquette while the others looked out at the crowd in vain. There were just so many people.

Seb and Carlos melded into the crowd, trying a search on foot but came back in a few minutes without Urs.

Simon pulled his cell out and keyed in his driver/butler, Phil asked him to watch for Urs coming out of the club and to intercept him if possible.

“He might be with a woman, or maybe two, just watch for him Phil. I think he’s been Ruffied.”

He had just clicked his phone closed when David called out.

“I see him…almost at the door…with two guys and two women.”

David leapt into the crowd and began pushing a path through. It wasn’t easy. The fastest route was across the dance floor and out there elbows and feet were flying, bodies were packed tight, not eager to give way to the group trying to reach their friend who they now believed had been drugged. There was no way that Urs would have willingly gone off without them, especially with Nicole and her friends

Finally they broke free of the last of the crowd, pushed out the entrance past the latecomers still in line and raced out to the street.

Simon spotted Phil staggering towards them with his hand to his face and raced over to help him.

“Hurry, they aren’t much ahead of us,” Phil cried out as they reached him and they all piled in Simon’s town car. Steve got behind the wheel as Phil told them what he knew.

“I saw them blokes come out with Mr. Urs between them and two women trotting along, a little blonde and a tall one with red hair. They headed down the street and I yelled and followed, then one of the blokes, the biggest one, he turned and hit me with something hard and down I goes. I saw them getting in a black van, red stripe down the side and Mr. Urs didn’t want to go, he was trying to come see if I was alright but grinning like a fool and they had to sock him one to get him in. Turn left here. I saw them drive away, just when you came out. They can’t be far ahead.”

They drove fast but everyone was watching out the side windows for a glimpse of the van Phil had described and within minutes Seb called out, “Right….. I saw them down the lane on the right!”

Steve screeched to a stop did a three point turn with the long car and sped down the lane on the right. There was no sign of the van. They cruised down to the end and saw nothing, turned around and came back…again nothing.

“Try the alley,” Simon said and Steve turned into the side lane then down the alley and there it was…empty.

They were in an area of cheap bars and hotels, the door that the van was parked in front of had a small hand lettered sign that just said ‘Hotel’ and was unlocked when David tried it.

It opened onto a dimly lit hallway that reeked of illicit smoke and old urine. They could see right to the front of the 3 storey building and further, out the open door onto the street. The light grew brighter as they all filed quietly along the hallway, not speaking, listening carefully, nervous but determined.

The hall opened into a front lobby area, stained, peeling wallpaper on the walls, tiles on the floor that hadn’t seen a mop for a long while and the fattest ****roach any of them had ever seen scuttling across the tiles from under the bench to the swing gate at the tiny desk on the other side. Stairs wound up to the upper floors to the side of the hall and a lift with an Out Of Order sign stood beside it, the door permanently braced open.

Simon strode purposefully to the desk and leaned in to speak to the young man who was sitting on a tilted chair staring a small color TV, watching a porn video. He smiled as his fist closed over the clerk’s shirt and pulled him to his feet, almost pulling him over the narrow counter.

“My friend, there’s two ways we can do this…..I can give you a hand full of money, you can tell me what I need to know and you can go back to watching your educational video or two of my friends here can take you out in the alley and beat on your skinny body until you tell us what you know…and then you get no money.”

Somehow Simon’s quiet, smiling manner seemed more dangerous than if he had yelled and the clerk, tried to smile back.

“What do you need to know….Sir?”

“That’s a good boy….a few minutes ago two men and two women came in, assisting another man. Where did they go?”

“The suite…room 303…they paid earlier.” He handed Simon a key without being asked.

Simon looked surprised then amused. “She followed you guys until she saw her chance, the devious *****.” He patted the clerk on the cheek then thought of another question. “Is there a phone in the room?”

The clerk shook his head then answered, wanting very much to avoid going to the alley. “No, sir…just the lights and camera stands….”

“Of course. I want you to sit down now and watch your video. Phil is going to keep you company until we come back down the stairs and then you aren’t going to see us, just the money we will leave on the desk, right here.” Simon patted a spot on the counter, nodded at Phil who put his hand in his jacket pocket and leaned against the wall, staring at the young man.

“Let’s go….quietly,” Simon said to the group of men and they all started up the stairs, trying to be very careful about noise, especially when they went up the last flight of dirty stairs.
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PostSubject: Chapter 13 Part 3   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyTue Feb 17, 2009 12:10 am

Sounds drifted out from behind some of the closed doors, porn movies, noisy sex, sometimes violent, laughter, on the second floor a drunken argument that ended with someone being slapped, hard. The third floor was quiet. They clustered silently in the hall outside Room 303, listening at the door while Steve put the key in the door and gently began to work the lock

Two women were talking, the sound coming clearly through the thin door.

“…never be able to do anything, Nicki…he’s too out of it…how much did you give him?” They heard something hit the floor then another thud … sounded like shoes.

“Well, duh…I don’t know how much he weighs now do I? I gave him a hit of Special K and a 2mg Ruffie….I think….plus he’s been drinking. C’mon Urs, C’mon pretty boy…let Nicki get your pants off…that’s a good boy.’

“Honey?....Baby, when did you get so tall?”

One of the women started to laugh. “The red hair worked…”

The woman the singers recognized as Nicole called out to the two men who had been silent up to now.

“You guys have the camera ready yet? Then Claude, get your clothes off and Bryce you work the camera while Claude does him. Make sure you can see his face…we need to be able to recognize him.”

They heard the sound of a body falling on a bed and a giggle as someone ripped Urs shirt off.

“That tickles…..,” his speech was slurred, but they knew it was Urs.

The singers were getting desperate to get in the room. Simon glanced at David and saw that he was ready to try and kick the door in, held his hand up for calm and Steve nodded and whispered, … ‘almost’.

“Sit up Urs, here we’ll help you…that’s it, now on your knees…c’mon Urs it’s a game, don’t you want to play a game?”

“No……. I just want to love you, Honey….”

They heard a slap and then she demanded that Claude come help her.

“Even drugged he’s obsessed with that whore!!! Set him up however you want before he passes out.”

Steve stood and nodded. Simon swung the door open and they all rushed in.

The room was large, not any cleaner than the rest of the building but likely a lot larger than the other rooms. A bed with gauzy curtains hanging at the headboard took center stage, the windows were blacked out with heavy old draperies and near the door as well as on each side of the bed, bright lights shone on the dark spread and the man who had been drugged, taken, stripped and thrown down on his stomach with several cameras on tripods pointed at him from various angles.

The biggest of the other men in the room was naked except for his sox and boots, stood at the foot of the bed reaching for Urs but freezing when the door burst open.

Both women screamed and Nicole flew across the room at Carlos who was the closest to her. The other woman cowered against the wall crying. The second man tried an end run around the singers but Seb took him out with a right to the jaw while David flew across the room and beat furiously on the naked man until he went down.

Carlos had both of Nicole’s wrists in his hand and forced her to her knees, not speaking just looking at her with loathing.

Simon came over to Nicole where she knelt still screaming curses at Carlos.

“Shut up or we’ll knock you out too,” he said just loud enough for her to hear.

She quieted immediately.

Simon nodded to Carlos to bring her over beside the other woman, Connie he learned.

He looked around the room and motioned to Steve to shut the door, then to Seb to put some clothes on Urs. He took a few steps over to the still man, rolled him over, lifted his eyelids to see if the hazel eyes were dilated and felt his pulse.

“We need to get him treated, that Special K is nothing to fool around with.”

Simon pulled his cell out and spoke into it for a few minutes then folded it up and looked at the woman again.

“Two can play your little game, Nicole. No, don’t move or Carlos will have to hold you down again. When my friends get through with you, you’ll be lucky to get a job in a porn movie…very lucky since you don’t really have the body for it. I don’t take kindly to people who do nasty things to my friends.” He turned his back on her and spoke to the singers.

“Gather up all of Urs things and the films just in case, then take him down to the car. Wait there for Steve and I.”

Steve had taken the belts of the two downed men and tied their hands behind their backs. Now he helped the Divos get Urs on his feet and started him walking in a shuffle between David and Seb. Urs eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face, kept giggling but not saying anything they could understand.

They took Urs down the 3 flights of stairs, moving slowly as he kept drifting in and out between lethargic and agitated. Phil was still in the lobby and tossed David the car keys as they went past.

Carlos had followed them down with the rest of Urs things and the films out of the cameras in the room and they waited, trying to keep Urs more or less awake and as calm as possible, though it wasn’t easy. He wanted a drink, then wanted to sleep, then bounced back and demanded a woman, any woman and right now, then collapsed again and when he came back wanted to dance and complained that his skin hurt.

Half an hour later a group of six hard looking men in dark jeans and jackets suddenly appeared from nowhere, 2 got in the van and the other four went in the hotel. Ten minutes later they came back out herding the two men, one still naked and the two women ahead of them, put them in the van and drove off.

A few minutes later Phil, Steve and Simon came out, Steve got in to drive again and they left.

They drove to Simon’s townhouse, all went inside and he had them take Urs to a guest room, where David put him in a cool shower that made him scream that his skin hurt, then he rubbed the circulation back in his friend’s body with a fluffy towel. Again he screamed and tried to swing at David, saying that his skin was on fire. David wrapped him in a soft blanket before forcing him into bed and stood back listening as Urs raved in Swiss, tossing and turning, alternating between wanting to get up and crying that he was on fire. A few minutes later Simon brought a middle aged man in the room, a doctor he learned and they discussed Urs symptoms.

“Stupid woman…she gave him too much Ketamine…it’s meant for horses, not people. He could have died. And on top of the Rohypnol…..anything strenuous could have killed him, sex, dancing, fighting. This should fix him up but you call me if he starts to vomit or has convulsions. And he has to be watched for the next eight or ten hours.”

He gave Urs a shot of something called Flumazenil, closed up his bag and went over to the sofa against the far wall, lay down and was asleep instantly.

David sat in the chair beside Urs bed and glanced at Simon.

“What’s going to happen to Nicole and the others?”

Simon sighed and leaned against the bedpost with his hands in his pockets.

“I called in a few favors. The two thugs are no problem, they go with the money so we will just scare the hell out of them and pay them off, send them somewhere out of London. Nicole and Connie are going to think we killed them and that it was filmed in such a way that they will be blamed IF we send the evidence to the police. There won’t be any more trouble with Nicole or her friend. I’m afraid they are going to find a lot of doors closed to them in London and be happy to move on, I suggested Florida…nice climate.”

David grinned and shook his head in wonder.

“I’m sure glad you’re not my enemy.”

Simon laughed. “Well I saw the way you clocked that big guy tonight. I’m glad you’re on my side too. Get some rest, David. I’ll stay with Urs for a couple of hours, then some one else can take over. I think the others have crashed in the Lounge…. And you might want to call Holly so she doesn’t send out a search party.”

They were all flopped on furniture in the spacious Lounge, working on a carafe of coffee and a tray of sandwiches that Phil had magically made appear.

“How is Urs?” Seb asked the second that David came in the room.

“The doctor gave him a shot of an antidose, flu something or other….he said Urs could have died, that she gave him stuff that’s meant for horses and gave him too much.”

He sat on a sofa and pulled out his cell to call Holly.

“I already called the girls,” Seb said. “I told them we’re staying at Simon’s, that we went clubbing with him and Steve and can’t make it home. We can fill in the blanks tomorrow. Should Urs be alone now?”

“No, we have to watch him for vomiting and convulsions. Simon’s with him now. One of us can take over in a couple of hours.”

“And what about Nicole and her merry band?” Carlos wanted to know.

David rested his head on the back of the sofa and just said: “Simon will explain tomorrow.”

**

The Divos woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Phil was just placing the tray with coffee and mugs on the low coffee table when David suddenly realized he had slept the whole night in Simon’s comfortable leather chair. Seb and Carlos were gradually coming back to life as well, so that meant that they had let Simon carry the burden of staying with Urs all through the night.

“Mr. Simon said to tell you your friend is doing fine, sleeping normally now. There was one episode of convulsions in the night but Doctor Shapiro gave him another shot and he’s ‘out of the woods’,” Phil said with a soft smile and using his fingers for quotation marks around the last words.

Phil disappeared and a few minutes later Simon strolled into the Lounge, a little haggard from the wild night and the sleepless aftermath. He helped himself to a coffee and cut David off when he apologized for not spelling him.

“It isn’t a problem, David. He’s awake off and on but doesn’t remember a thing….that’s apparently quite common. Sometimes the memory never comes back.” He lounged back in one of the chairs and waited for the questions he knew were coming.

“What did Nicole hope to gain from it? Why was she doing this to Urs after he was so good to her all those years?” David looked confused and young, not very experienced in the convoluted logic of the seedier element of society.

“Money. She told my friends that she spotted the group of you early in the evening when she and Connie were clubbing. They hatched this little plot and followed wherever you went, hooked up with Bryce and Claude at some point and waited for a chance to drop the K and Ruffie in Urs drink. They were going to tape Urs and Claude performing indecent acts, set up so that no one would know that Urs wasn’t aware of what was happening. Then she would threaten to sell it to the tabloids unless Syco or Sony paid her for the film and the negative. It was payback for dumping her, but I think she misses the money and the status of being his girlfriend more than she misses Urs.”

Seb had paled at the thought then grew angry and looked like he wanted to punch someone again.

“If he doesn’t remember should we tell him what happened?”

Simon looked thoughtful for a moment. “I think we should give him a slightly edited version, leave out the part about the two men, tell him that we got there just after the two women got his clothes off, that nothing happened. It wasn’t his fault but he’s going to feel embarrassed about the episode anyway.”

Shortly after they finished a leisurely breakfast Dr. Shapiro popped his head in the kitchen and said Urs was showering and would be down soon.

“He doesn’t remember anything about last night and I told him nothing. I’m off. Simon, we still on for poker on Saturday?”

“You bet! Bring your cheque book.”

Urs joined them about half an hour later, a little the worse for his experience, with shadows under his eyes and pale skin but clear headed even though he asked what had happened and why had they stayed at Simon’s.

“You don’t remember anything?”

He sat at the table with a coffee that Phil poured for him, looked again at Phil’s bruised cheek and temple and asked if he had hit Phil.

Simon smiled. “No, that was someone else. How much of the night do you remember?”

Urs concentrated while he sipped his coffee. “The clubs, and then the one where we met up with you and Steve…Nicole was there…she tried to talk to me but only for a moment. The rest is kind of blurry……Dancing with someone, bright lights, Honey was there but it wasn’t her….it’s all so jumbled.”

Gently Simon told him what had happened, leaving out the part about the 2 men and what really had been planned. His face grew paler as he absorbed what Simon said. He looked to David, Seb and Carlos for confirmation, flushed bright red and hung his head.

“Hey, Bro…you have nothing to feel bad about. She drugged you with stuff they use on horses as well as that date rape stuff. Let’s all just be thankful that we found you in time…..NOTHING HAPPENED Urs, ……except you flashed us when we found you.”

David’s little joke made him smile.

“Sorry about that, guys. I hope you don’t feel…inadequate now,” he joked back and they all laughed.

It was early afternoon when the four singers finally made it home.

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PostSubject: Chapter 14   ~*That Special Someone*~  By: Ree EmptyTue Feb 17, 2009 12:27 am

Chapter FOURTEEN

It was a week almost to the day before Carol got another e.mail. It came in the morning just after she went to work and she used her remote to access it from the office, read it and raced to the Studio to give a copy to Urs.

They were working and she waited impatiently until she caught his eye through the glass of the booth and held the paper up. She could see him say something over the mike, take off his headset and come out to her. The 3 other Divos came out of the control room and watched as Urs read part of the e.mail and sank back against the wall, crouched down with his head in his hands, his legs suddenly weak.

David took the sheet from Urs nerveless fingers and read it to the others.

“January 10th

Well, I promised news and do I ever have some. The doctor here was concerned about the baby’s heart beat and had me see a specialist when I took my trip. The trip absolutely exhausted me, so I think I won’t be willingly doing such a long haul again until after May. Two planes and a bus, each end of the trip, having to lug my own bags....…it’s too much.

Carol, Urs and I are going to have twins, boys they think, but definitely twins. I’m still in shock, not upset of course, but this is going to take some getting used to. If my memory serves me I think Urs mentioned once that his mother was a twin.

So that’s why I’m showing so much at not quite 5 months. Carol, at this rate by the time May gets here I’ll need a crane just to get out of a chair. All joking aside, I have to admit that I was scared before, doing this alone is not for chickens, believe me. Now I’m absolutely terrified and I have to somehow calm myself since it isn’t good for the boys. There are too many things that can go wrong with twins, early delivery, underweight babies and more. I so want to do this well, give our boys a fighting chance to be born healthy.

I can’t write anymore now, my head is just too full of mush. Katja is making me some hot Ovomaltine and her specialty in times of emergency, something she calls ‘Zuger Kirschentorte’. She says it’s sure to help me sleep tonight and unscramble my brain so I can think what to do now.

Love to all of you….Honey”

There was silence in the hall as they all absorbed the news. Urs slowly pushed himself off the wall and had a determined look in his eyes.

“She’s in Switzerland. I should have realized it before. We talked about Switzerland and she was intrigued, said she had never seen mountains but wanted to. And she loves the snow. She’s gone to Switzerland so the baby…babies will have Swiss nationality. It makes sense and it would to Honey too.”

“What makes you think that, Urs?” Seb asked.

“Ovomaltine is nearly impossible to get except in Switzerland…and the Zuger Kirschentorte isn’t often made outside of the area around Zug, on Lake Luzern. It’s the cherry growing region of the canton.”

**

They were leaving for Tokyo in ten days. Much of the time up to their departure was spent making arrangements for Carol to forward e.mails on to Urs and to Simon who was pulling strings among his many contacts trying to narrow down the search.

Urs finished the tracks that he wasn’t supposed to know were going to Honey and Carol drafted a letter to go with the CD’s when Honey eventually sent the information of how to transport them. Urs worked on the letter with her, both of them being careful to not scare Honey into moving again, but making tentative moves to let her know how much she was missed and how much he loved her. It was a delicate balancing act.

The next letter came from Honey on the 13th, exactly one week before Il Divo would fly to Asia.

“January 13th.

Gruezi…..{Hello, in Swiss-German}… Jonas is teaching me that, Spanish and Italian, while Katja is trying to teach me German. It’s really a lot of fun. We do this thing where we only speak one of the languages for half a day…they ignore me if I slip into English. LOL

Sorry for that last letter. You know I’m not usually so down. Thank goodness I got over that mood.

Today was a remarkable, lovely day. No snow but the air was almost solid with cold. Jonas had to rescue me today…I forgot how difficult it is to get up now and made snow angels…getting down in the snow is easy, just fall. But then I was stuck and started laughing so hard I couldn’t call for help. Finally he came around from the garage and noticed me. Of course he teased that I need a shepherd to keep me out of trouble but it was worth it. I haven’t made snow angels for years.

Oh, Yes….Jonas was in the garage polishing MY CAR!!! I finally bought my first vehicle and I think Miles would be so proud of my choice. I know Urs would approve. I bought an Audi A-6 allroad quatro, in a sleek gunmetal grey, with Bose speakers and stereo system, I even had them put Pirelli tires on….nice and reliable, safe and roomy, good on snowy roads and of course with all the safety features plus GPS etc. I bought it when I was away and we took delivery yesterday. Now I guess I should get a license….I’ve only been driving since I was 12 or so. LOL

When I was away on business it was to Geneva, to see the specialist about the twins and for banking. I opened an account with the bank listed at the bottom of this letter. You can send any packages to me there and they will see that I get them. I’m so sorry for all this cloak and dagger stuff, Carol, but I worry so much about the press finding out and printing nasty things about Urs. I couldn’t stand to hurt him like that…… And I’m sure Nicole would not be happy.

I suppose the guys are all getting ready to leave for Tokyo. I do hope that at least some of the girls can go with them. It would be a lovely honeymoon sort of trip for Seb and Anna, that is if they are engaged now as I’m ready to believe they are. They were so meant for each other. Oh how I wish I could catch up on the news of everyone but I can’t figure out how to do it privately. Going on the Forum just doesn’t tell me enough, though I get a taste at least of the current photos of the SRG. Why do I keep torturing myself like that?

I’m sending an attachment with this letter, the specs and blueprint of my little invention. See what you think…I call it Baby Music, which is maybe too logical but defines what it’s for. One of the books I read claims that introducing the fetus to music helps encourage appreciation for the arts in early development. I wear mine on a long velvet cord and so far the boys seem to love classical and Il Divo, but kick like crazy when I play jazz or the blues. LOL. That’s why I want Urs’ voice on tape, to get the boys familiar with the sound of their father. Oh and they love heavy metal and rock….maybe they’re dancing, who knows.

Wish the guys a safe and wonderful Asian tour for me will you? I know it’s too much to ask you to give Urs a secret hug from me, so I won’t. {Is that a subtle enough hint?}

Love from Honey and the boys”

“She sounds so lonely,” Gerry said as she finished reading the copy of Carol’s e.mail.

“If only we had some way of contacting her, of telling her what’s happening, of how hard Urs is trying to find her, and that Nicole is no more,” Holly said as she glanced at the guys clustered around the piano in the lounge.

“He’s holding up better than I thought he would,” Anna said. “I wondered how he would be able to perform with all this hanging over him.”

Gerry just looked at the non performing French woman and smiled. “He’s the ultimate professional, that’s how he does it. Only those of us close to him can see the stress and pain.”

“Well, at least the CD’s and letter are on the way. Maybe that will make a difference,” Holly said and prayed that it would.

**

They got one more e.mail before the band had to leave for Tokyo, just a short one and it was clear that the parcel had not made it to her yet. Gerry received a copy from Carol and printed it early in the morning of their last full day in London and rushed up to see if Urs was back from his morning run yet.

He was just out of the shower, clad only in his jeans when he opened the door and she waved the sheet of paper at him.

“I’ve got to wake Carlito…read this and then come down for breakfast.” She left and raced back to get Carlos up and in the shower, leaving Urs to read the short message himself.

“January 19th:

Hi Carol and Lefty:

I shouldn’t be up this late but the boys are doing a tango and I can’t sleep.

I hope that music I wanted is on the way. It’s relatively difficult in the village to get anything current and I so want to hear the guys voices again. I wish they were doing a tour close to here…..I’d crawl naked over live coals to see them and hear them sing again…..way in the back of course so no one would notice me.

Getting my hair cut tomorrow, well today I guess, it’s that time again. It will seem funny to have it to my shoulder blades again. I meant to do it in London but you may remember I was wallowing in self pity and didn’t take care of things like I should have. Anyway, I’ve been assured that the beautician here in the village is very good.

The tango has stopped for the night…now I think they’re both sleeping, on my bladder, of course, so I have to tinkle every half hour. LOL. Just wait until they are all grown up with pregnant wives…LOL. As Urs always says when the guys tickle him ‘Payback is a *****’.

Love you and I MISS YOU ALL, SO MUCH!!!

Honey and ? ?...maybe Peter and Lucas for Urs’ Papa and mine…what do you think?”

“Sounds wonderful,” Urs whispered and sat on the sofa to read it again.

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