Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 19:13:39 EDT
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer, Part 8

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"THE FINAL DAYS"
Part Two
by Rychard on June 3, 2001

	Shawn Brady walked into his bedroom.  It had felt like so long
since he'd felt the comfort of what he once considered the restriction of
these four walls.  He sat on his bed, and became overwhelmed with
relaxation.  It was good to know that after all he had been through the
last few days, he could simply sit on his bed and forget.  Forget about his
ill-fated trip to Harmony.  Forget about finding out that his boyfriend
Jason had cheated on him.  Forget about falling and hitting his head.
Forget about everything. All he wanted to do now was sleep.

	Shawn's mom, Hope, was downstairs tending to his baby brother, and
his dad, Bo, was at work at the Salem Police Station, so he knew he had
plenty of time to himself.  As he laid back onto his bed, the second his
head hit the pillow, he heard the phone ring.

	"I'll let my mom answer it," he thought to himself, as he yawned.

	A few moments passed, before he heard his mom's voice calling to
him from downstairs.

	"It's for you, honey," Hope announced.

	Shawn groaned, and sat up, picking up his phone.

	"What do you want," he mumbled.

	"Shawn, it's me, Jason.  We need to talk."



	Brandon Walker sat in the airport lounging area.  His sister,
Nicole, was supposed to pick him up an hour ago.  He had no doubt that she
was probably off somewhere trying to seduce big bucks out of some
unsuspecting millionaire.  In the meantime, though, he had plan to go over
his plan of revenge in his mind.  He had been driven out of Salem after the
internet broadcast of his sexual tryst with Dr. Craig Walker had been shown
to everyone he knew.  That had ruined his reputation, and dashed whatever
chances he had of seducing Sami Brady into his bed.  It would have been one
thing if he was gay, but he had been forced into getting sexual with
Dr. Wesley.  By Bo Brady.

	"Damn cop," Brandon muttered.

	"My brother's a cop," a male voice said.

	Brandon turned around in his seat to see a young man in his late
teens standing behind him.  He recognized him as the same young man who was
on the plane with him out of the Harmony Airport.  Miguel
Lopez-something-or-another.

	Brandon smiled politely at Miguel.  "Well, I hate cops.  They do
nothing but make bad situations worse."

	"That's not always the case," Miguel said, "I know when I was
trapped in hell, my brother did all he could to help save me."

	"Trapped in hell?  You mean that figuratively, right?"

	"No.  You see, it all began with my girlfriend Charity, who has
these special psychic powers--"

	"Hey, I don't need your life story, man," Brandon said,
interrupting the young man.  If there was one thing he had learned during
his brief stay in the town of Harmony, it was that everyone there felt the
need to burden you with the story of their background.  At every possible
chance they got.  Repeatedly.  And to no end.

	"Oh, I'm sorry," Miguel said, "it's just that, well, right about
know you're the only person I know in Salem.  Besides my friend who is in
the hospital.  And I tried getting a cab, but I'd have to wait another two
hours..."

	"What are you trying to get at?"

	"Well, I was just wondering how you are getting into town?"

	"My sister.  But you'd probably be better off waiting for a cab."

	"Brandon!!"  Brandon and Miguel turned around to see a beautiful
young blond woman approach them.

	"Sis!"  Brandon stood up and hugged his sister.  "What the hell
took you so long?"

	"A girl's gotta look good," Nicole smiled, eyeing Miguel.  "Who's
this cutie?"

	Miguel blushed as he introduced himself.  "I am Miguel
Lopez-Fitzgerald."

	"I met him on the plane," Brandon put in.

	"And where ya headed," Nicole asked, smiling flirtatiously at the
young man.

	"University Hospital."

	"Oh, well, that's right on our way to my home, we can drop you off
if you'd like."

	"Niki, it's a mile out of your way, plus we`ve got stuff to
discuss." Brandon said.

	"Do you want a ride with me or not," Nicole asked, completely
ignoring her brother.

	"Sure," Miguel said.



	"What do you want, Jason," Shawn asked, as he and Jason stood in a
secluded corner of Dot.Com.

	"I'm so glad you're okay," Jason said.

	"Jason, get to the point."

	There was a hostile wall of tension between the two young men.

	"Your father knows," Jason said.

	"My father knows what?"

	"About you.  Being gay, I mean."

	Shawn grew speechless.

	"I was talking to Craig Wesley yesterday, and he told me that it
was your dad who posted that sex scene between him and Brandon Walker onto
the internet.  Apparently in was revenge for the two of them having sex
with you."

	"I have to go," Shawn said, as he realized that he had to go talk
to his dad.

	"Shawn, wait.  Can't we talk about us?"

	"What's there to talk about Jason?  You slept with John Black.
There is no more us."

	"You're gonna punish me like this for one mistake?"

	Shawn thought back to the weird dream he had had in the hospital.
In the dream, he had seen Jason on a secluded beach.  And Jason had
mentioned something about making another mistake.

	"Was it just one time," Shawn asked.

	Jason thought back to the day before...back to his encounter with
Brady Black.

	"Not exactly..." he muttered.

	"Do I even wanna ask," Shawn asked.

	"Probably not."

	"You know, Belle was right all along.  You're nothing but trouble.
And a pathetic jerk."

	Shawn stormed away as Jason's eyes filled with tears.

	As Shawn left Dot.Com, he literally ran into Belle Black.

	"Shawn," she exclaimed, as he almost knocked her over.

	"I can't talk now Belle," he said, walking past her.

	"You going to see your boyfriend Jason?"

	Shawn froze, then turned to face her.

	"Does everyone in freaking Salem know I'm gay?"

	"I only found out yesterday," Belle said.  "And it really hurt
Shawn, to think that you couldn't tell me yourself."

	"Well, I was kinda in a coma yesterday."

	"That's not what I mean, and you know it!  I thought we were best
friends.  Friends don't keep secrets from each other."

	"Belle, listen, I have to go do something really important right
now.  Can we talk later.  Please?"

	"Sure," Belle said, "but I just have to say one thing."

	"What is it?"

	"Well, now it all makes sense."

	"What does?"

	"You making fun of my different hair styles all the time.  Only a
gay guy would care so much."

	Shawn looked at Belle, then simultaneously they both broke into
laughter.  It was the first time the two of them had laughed together in a
long time.

	"Just don't expect me to do any interior decorating any time soon,"
Shawn joked.

	"Right," Belle laughed.

	"Oh hey," Shawn said, getting serious for a moment.  "How did you
find out yesterday?  About me?"

	"Oh," Belle said, a look of apprehension filling her face.

	"Just tell me," Shawn said.

	"Well, me and my dad sort of found Jason and Brady in a
compromising position."

	"Brady?  Your brother?"

	"Yep.  He `announced' it to me and my dad about you and Jason."

	"Your dad was there," Shawn asked, not knowing if she knew that it
was her father that Jason slept with first.

	"Yes, he was.  I don't really wanna talk about that though."

	She knew, he realized.

	"That's alright," he said.  "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

	"Okay, Shawn."

	She hugged him.



	Brandon sat in the back-seat of Nicole's car, as his sister and
Miguel sat up front, talking and laughing.

	He looked outside the window, at the peaceful town of
Salem. Everyone who lives here are nothing but hypocrites, Brandon thought.
And the people who tried to destroy him would all pay.

	It all began simply enough, he thought.  It was just him and Shawn
Brady watching a simple movie.  Then came the porn.  Then came the jerking
off.  Nothing too out there.  Just random guy stuff, like in college.  But
then they began to touch each other.  Luckily they both came before
anything could really happen.  But apparently that was enough for Shawn's
father.  Bo Brady had blackmailed him and Craig Wesley into sexual
situations while he secretly videotaped the entire thing.

	Once everyone in Salem had seen him being sucked off by another
man, Brandon fled town.  He couldn't walk down the street without public
ridicule.  He caught the first flight out of Salem, which just happened to
be to Harmony.  He laid low while in Harmony, spending every hour of every
day trying to find a way to take his revenge on Bo Brady.

	It wasn't until he met a strange old woman in the park, though,
when plans finally began to truly emerge in his mind.  It was that strange
old woman with the funny wooden doll that finally gave Brandon the
motivation to go back to Salem.

	"Well, here we are," Nicole said from the front seat, disrupting
Brandon from his thoughts.

	"Thank you so much for the ride," Miguel said to Nicole.

	"Well, anytime you need a `ride,' you know who to call," Nicole
replied, winking at Miguel.

	Miguel smiled back at her uncomfortably, then looked out the window
towards the hospital.

	"I just hope Shawn is okay," he said to himself.

	"Shawn," Brandon asked from the backseat.

	"Yeah," Miguel replied.

	"Shawn Brady?!"  The mention of Shawn's name brought Brandon's rage
to the forefront.

	"Yeah," Miguel repeated, intimidated by what could only be
described as the hate in Brandon's eyes.  "I should get going..."

	Miguel reached for the door handle, but immediatly felt Brandon's
firm grip grab onto his arm from the back seat.

	"How do you know Shawn," Brandon demanded.

	"Let it go, Brandon," Nicole urged.  "Let it go."

	Brandon held tight to Miguel's arm for a moment longer, then let
go.

	"Get the hell out of my sight," he spit out.

	Miguel hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

	Nicole looked over her shoulder at her brother.

	"Well," she said, "what was that about?"

	"Nothing."

	"Brandon, I think it's time you told me the real reason you're back
in Salem."



	Brady Black stood on the balcony of his step-mother's penthouse.
He looked down at the city below him.  He thought back to the day before,
when he was trapped in the elevator with his sister's friend Jason.  After
witnessing Jason having sex with his father (John Black), Brady had been
dealing with many numerous emotions and temptations that he had long buried
deep down inside of himself.

	He had confronted his father about Jason being so similar looking
to himself.  John's reaction had not been what Brady expected.  John almost
seemed pleased that Brady was intrigued by that.  He remembered walking out
on John, freaked out by his father's implications...and by his own
"unnatural" thoughts.

	Hours later he had found himself trapped in an elevator with the
same young man his father had fucked.  More than any rage, Brady felt
attracted to him.  It wasn't too long before they were pressed against the
elevator wall kissing and touching each other.  Of course, in a matter of
minutes, the elevator door opened, and there stood his father John and his
sister Belle.

	He had walked away from them, and went straight home, locking
himself in his room, until he could make all the thoughts in his head make
sense.  Now his step-mother was away at work, his sister had gone away to
Dot.Com, and his father had not been home all night.

	Brady took a deep breath, and tried to determine what his next move
would be.  His thoughts were disrupted by the doorbell.

	When he made it to the door and opened it, he was greeted by the
last person he expected to see: Jason.

	"I'm so glad you're here," Jason said, tears in his eyes.

	Brady looked at him, confused.



	"Tell me what's going on, Brandon."  Nicole stared at her brother,
waiting for a response.  He just sat on her sofa, drinking from a can of
beer.  "What kind of plan are you forming?"

	"Nicole, it's probably best if you didn't know."

	"Like hell.  You think that answer's gonna fly with me?  Then you
don't know your big sister very well!"

	"Fine, I'll tell you," Brandon said, "but you have to swear to me
that what I'm about to say stays between you and me."

	"Okay, whatever, I swear.  Now tell me."

	Brandon looked into her eyes, believing that he could trust her.



	Miguel approached the Nurse's Desk at the hospital.

	"Can you tell me in what room I could find Shawn Brady," he asked.

	"Let me look for you," the nurse said.

	"Never mind Brenda," said a man's voice.  "I'll take care of this."

	Miguel turned to his right to see a doctor approaching him.

	"I'm Craig Wesley," he said, "what can I do for you?"

	"I'm looking for Shawn Brady," Miguel said.

	"Well, you won't find him here. He went home this morning."

	"Oh," Miguel said, relieved that Shawn was okay, but disappointed
that he wouldn't have a chance to see him.

	"Are you...a friend of his," Craig asked.

	"I guess," Miguel said.  "Not really, though.  I should go."

	Miguel turned and walked away from Craig.  Maybe he was wrong to
come all this way, he thought.  Maybe fate wasn't on his and Shawn's side.



	Shawn walked down the street in the direction of the Salem Police
Station.  He was relieved that he had worked things out with Belle.  He
only wished that he had believed her when she said that Jason was bad news.
If he had, maybe he wouldn't feel so bad.  And maybe he would have been
able to pursue that kiss he had with the young man he met in Harmony.
	"Miguel," he said softly to himself, smiling at the memory of him.



	"What happened," Brady asked Jason.

	"Can I come in," Jason asked.

	"Sure."

	Jason walked past Brady into the apartment.

	"Shawn's never going to forgive me," Jason said, turning to face
Brady.

	"And you care about that why?"

	"I love him."

	"Oh yeah, I forgot.  And that's why you went around screwing with
me and my dad?"

	"It wasn't like that--"

	"Listen, I don't know you that well," Brady said, "but I do know
this.  When you love someone, you don't cheat on them.  Not if you TRULY
love them.  End of story."

	"But--"

	"And besides, if you really cared, you'd be with him right now,
trying to work things out, instead of here with me."

	"I tried, but he doesn't want to see me!"

	"And you just gave up, right," Brady asked.  "And of all the places
you decided to go, you came here.  Now I have a question for you.  By
coming here, who did you really hope to find?  Me?  Or my dad?"

	Jason looked away from Brady.

	"I can see right through you," Brady told him.  "You tell yourself
that you're in love, but at the end of the day, you'll fuck the first
person to look your way!"

	"Fuck you!"

	"If you want," Brady smiled slyly at the young man.  "I'm the same
way, Jason.  Only difference between us is that I'm man enough to admit
it."

	Jason walked up to Brady and looked him directly in the eyes.

	"I came here," Jason said, "hoping to see your dad.  I could give a
flying fuck about you."

	Brady was taken aback.

	"I'm glad to hear that," said an older man's voice from the
hallway.

	Jason and Brady both turned around to see John Black standing in
front of them, wearing a black robe.

	"Dad," Brady stammered, "I didn't know you were home--"

	"Well, as much as you'd like to think you do, son, you don't know
everything."

	John approached the two young men, but his eyes remained fixed on
Jason, who grew suddenly very uncomfortable.

	"I should get going," Jason said.

	"Not so fast," John said, placing his hand on Jason's shoulder.  "I
really don't think we should pass this opportunity up."

	"What opportunity," Jason asked.

	"The three of us," John responded.  "Alone together."

	"What are you talking about Dad," Brady demanded.  "I'm not gonna
do anything with you, that's gross."

	"I'm not asking you to son," John replied.  "You just have to
watch."

	In an instant, John grabbed Jason and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Before Jason could protest, he found himself giving in to the older man,
opening his mouth, letting his tongue explore his.

	Brady watched, remembering what it was like to kiss Jason, and
trying not to wonder what it would be like to kiss John.  He decided to let
all those thoughts out of his mind, and just sit back and enjoy the show.
He sat back on the chair behind him, unbuttoned the top button of his
shirt, and watched.

	John pulled away from kissing Jason, and lifted the young man's
shirt over his head, revealing his smooth chest.  Immediately, he knelt
down and begin licking Jason's chest, focusing on his sensitive pink
nipples.  Jason moaned with delight as John worked him over.

	John moved down from Jason's nipples, and refocused on his abs,
moistening the trail of hair that led from Jason's belly button down to his
privates.  John then tore at the buttons on Jason's pants.

	Brady rubbed his hardening cock through his pants as he watched his
father seducing the young man.

	John tore Jason's pants and underwear down, letting his fully erect
dick pop out.  It was already leaking with precum.

	John looked up and Jason and smiled, then looked back to the young
man's cock, and within a second had swallowed it whole.  He generously
sucked on the sweet meat.

	Jason's knees began to buckle as John blew him.  He closed his eyes
in ecstasy, then without warning, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around
him from behind.

	Brady held onto Jason tight, grinding his clothed cock against the
teenager's firm round ass.

	Being sucked off by a father, and dry-humped by a son drove Jason
over the edge.  He began to moan and groan without restraint.

	John took his mouth away from Jason's stiff dick, stood up and
began to kiss Jason, letting him taste his own cock from the older man's
mouth.

	Jason now stood between the father and son team.  John wrapped his
arms around both Jason and Brady, and soon, they were sandwiched into a
sweaty grasp.

	John pulled away from Jason, and turned him around.

	"Your turn, son," he told Brady.  "It's waiting for you."

	Brady smiled, as he knelt down and began to suck on Jason's cock.
He couldn't tell which was turning him on more: Jason's dick, or the fact
that his own father's mouth had been on it just moment's ago, and his
saliva still seasoned the meat.

	John stood back and admired the way his son took care of Jason.  He
watched closely as Brady bobbed back and forth on Jason's tool.  When he
saw Jason's balls begin to tighten up, he stepped forward and pulled Brady
away from Jason.

	"Not yet," he told Jason.

	Jason and Brady turned to face John, as John untied his robe, and
let it fall to the floor, revealing his naked hairy body.  Brady stared in
disbelief, as he had never seen his father naked and fully aroused before.

	John motioned for Jason to approach him.

	"You want to get off," John asked the youth.

	"Oh yeah," Jason answered.

	"I want you to cum on my dick," John instructed.  "Then I'm going
to use your cum as a lubricant to fuck that tight ass of yours."

	Jason smiled at the thought, while Brady took the moment to tear
his clothes off.  Within seconds, the three of them stood naked in the
living room.

	"You've got a great body, son," John told Brady, noticing him.
John realized that their dicks were both similarly shaped and sized.

	"Thanks dad," Brady responded.  "I inherited it from you.
Everything except the hair."

	"That's okay," John said.  "I like the smooth look.  Now here's
what I want you to do, while I stroke Jason, I want you to get down and
lick his ass, so that both my dick and his ass will be well lubricated for
a real good fuck.  Can you handle that?"

	"Sure thing, dad."

	Brady knelt down behind Jason and spread his cheeks, and began
working on that pink hole of his.

	John took a firm hold of Jason's cock, and began stroking.

	With this older hunk giving him a hand job, and that hunk's son
rimming him, it was only a matter of moments before Jason's body began to
tingle, and he felt his orgasm approaching.

	John smiled as he aimed Jason's dick towards his own.  Soon, load
after load of Jason's cum was being spurted onto John's cock.

	As Jason's body shook uncontrollably, Brady continued to eat away
at his ass.  It wasn't until John pulled him away from his mouth, that
Brady stopped.

	Without wasting a second, John got Jason down on his knees, and
bent over on the couch.  His wet ass was begging to be fucked by John's
prick.

	John rubbed Jason's cum into his cock, then plunged it into Jason's
tight hole.

	Jason let out a loud moan.

	John paid no attention to Jason's moan, and continued to deeper
into the young man.  Before long, Jason could feel John's hairy balls
slapping across his ass.  John began to move in and out of Jason.

	All the time while he fucked Jason, he kept his eyes focused on his
own son, Brady.  Brady stroked himself while watching his father fuck the
other guy.

	John motioned for Brady to join them.

	Brady walked over to Jason, and turned him to the side, so that now
Jason was on his hands and knees while John fucked him.  Brady got down
onto his knees and positioned his cock in front of Jason's mouth.  Jason
eagerly began to suck on it.

	John and Brady faced each other now, with only Jason between them.
Brady noticed that John's motions were getting faster and faster.  They
maintained eye contact the entire time.

	"Son," John said, "I need a favor from you."

	"What's that," Brady managed to get out, while Jason continued to
suck him.

	"Being inside this tight ass is about to make me lose my load, but
I really want to feel you touching me.  I know you get weirded out about us
being father and son, but I just want to feel your hand on me."

	Brady smiled, as he put out his arm, and placed his hand on John's
hairy chest, gently rubbing his father's nipple.

	John smiled back at his son, and began fucking Jason at full force.
Brady watched as John's face squinted up, and he began to shoot his load
inside Jason's ass.

	Watching his father cum, sent him over the edge, and he began to
lose his own load in Jason's mouth.  Jason willingly swallowed it all.

	The three naked men, all breathless, started to pull away from each
other, but not before they heard the door open.

	All three turned to the doorway, and saw Belle Black facing them
with a look of horror across her face.



	"I'm so glad you're here," Bo told his son.

	Shawn managed to force a smile at him, hoping to have a private
conversation with his father, but at the moment, the police station was
buzzing with activity.

	Bo sensed that his son wanted privacy.  "Hey, why don't we go into
Abe's office."

	"Yeah," Shawn said, following his father.

	Bo shut the door behind his son, then looked at him with concern.

	"What's the matter son," he asked.

	"We're both such hypocrites," Shawn said.

	"What?"

	"I remember not so long ago, we decided, you me and mom, we all
decided there would be no more secrets in our family.  After that whole
Billie-situation, and the Princess Gina-stuff, we decided to always be
honest with each other."

	"I remember that."

	"Well, I haven't done my fair share of being honest.  I've actually
been lying for quite some time now.  Every time you and mom tease me about
being with Belle.  Every time Grandma and Grandpa ask me about why I don't
have a girlfriend.  Every time I try to pass myself off as something I'm
not.  I tried to play it off, saying that I didn't want to be tied down by
some relationship.  I'd say I didn't want to end up all whipped like
Phillip is with Chloe.  I'd say anything, just to avoid having to confront
the truth."

	"I know, Sailor-Man, I know what you're going to say."

	"I know you do, Dad!"  Shawn's voice cracked with the emerging
tears.  "And I know that you've known for such a long time now!  And I know
that I lied to you, and I kept this huge secret from you, but now, you've
robbed me of the chance to stop the lies.  In fact, you just kept them
going.  And by doing that, you made me look like a fool! You've robbed me
of my words.  And I don't understand why!"

	"Shawn..."

	"I prayed for so long that we'd be a family again during all those
hard times, but what kind of family are we if we can't be honest with each
other?  Or we can't confront each other when obstacles come up?  I mean,
instead of talking to me, and working things out with me, you took revenge
on two people who didn't deserve it.  You ruined two people's lives...not
to mention ruining any chance that I'd ever respect you again as my
father."



	Nicole's eyes widened as she listened to Brandon finish explaining
the last detail of his plan of revenge against Bo Brady and his family.

	"You can't be serious," she said.

	"I am," he reassured her.  "Dead serious."

	"But it doesn't make any sense.  It's too extreme, Brandon, you
have to realize that."

	"All I realize right now, sis, is that Bo Brady and his son ruined
my life.  Now I'm going to do the same to them.  And thanks to that
mysterious old woman with the wooden doll I met in Harmony, I have the
perfect plan.  They're gonna pay big time for what they did to me."



	Meanwhile, in the New England town of Harmony, resident witch
Tabitha Lennox sat in her living room, talking to her living doll Timmy.

	"Oh Tim-Tim," she cooed, "things are about to heat up in Salem."

	"But Princess," Timmy said, referring to his best friend by his
nickname for her, "Timmy doesn't understand why would want to hurt the good
people of Salem."

	"Well first of all, you have to understand why I would hate any
town named Salem, being a witch and all.  That goes without saying."

	"But what else?"

	"Well, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald is in Salem right now.  And he
caused me enough grief here in Harmony with his wholesome goody-two-shoes
girlfriend Charity, that it's time I returned the favor.  They stopped my
plan to bring Hell to Harmony with the power of their love.  And then what?
He goes and decides that he's gay, and breaks up with the girl, leaving me
without my witchly powers.  Now he thinks he's in love with that Shawn
Douglas Brady boy, and I will make sure that their love is destroyed before
it ever gets a chance to begin!"

	"But Timmy doesn't know why you persuaded that mean Brandon Walker
man to do what he's about to do to those people."

	"It's simple, Tim-Tim," Tabitha replied, "I don't have my powers of
dark magic anymore.  But I do have my powers of persuasion.  All I had to
do was plant a few seeds of pure hate into Brandon Walker's mind, then
plant that phony newspaper article about Shawn's accident in Miguel's
kitchen, and voila! Miguel and Brandon are on the same plane to Salem.
It's all a matter of doing the right thing at the right time."

	"Timmy doesn't like what's going to happen.  If you're plan goes
right, innocent people are going to....oh, I can't even say it."

	"What do you mean `if?!'  My plan will go perfectly.  And yes,
Tim-Tim, those innocent people will DIE."



	Nicole Walker paced back and forth in her apartment.  She was
having to deal with something she wasn't used to at all: a moral crisis.

	"How can I let this happen," she asked herself.  "I don't really
give a damn about Bo or his family, so then why do I care so much now?"

	She thought back to the affair she was having with Victor Kiriakas,
Bo's father.  Victor would never forgive her if he knew she let his son be
Brandon's victim.

	"Damn it," she said, "I have to stop this."




	Brandon Walker stood outside Bo Brady's house, hiding among the
oversize bushes.  He had a look of satisfaction across his face.

	"Any minute now," he said to himself.

	He heard Bo Brady's car pull up in the driveway, and knelt down to
avoid being seen.



	Bo stepped out of his car, his head hanging low.  After the
confrontation with his son, he left work and drove around town for an hour.
All he could think of now was going home, and flipping through old
photo-albums of the times when he and his son had a healthy relationship.

	As he approached his front door, he saw a small brown package
resting at the doorstep.

	"What's that," he thought to himself.



	Shawn Brady approached his house.  In the time that Bo spent
driving around town, Shawn had taken the long walk home, and dreaded having
to see his father again.  He was truly sorry for the harsh words he had
told his father, but didn't know how he could apologize without coming
across as a dopey fool.  As he got closer to the house, he saw his father
standing on the front porch, holding a brown package.



	Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald was in a taxi back to the airport.  He felt
like such a jerk for flying many miles just to check up on a guy he had
only met once.  He blamed his sister Terasa and her strong belief in fate
for his foolishness.  He had believed that it was fate that he and Shawn
met, but now he wasn't so sure.  Shawn wasn't at the hospital, and he had
no idea where to find him.

	"So much for fate," he said, looking out the window.

	But as he looked out the window, the first sight he saw was Shawn
Brady standing on the street in front of a house.

	"Stop the car," Miguel shouted to the driver.

	The car stopped, as Miguel opened the back door.

	"I'll be right back," he said.

	"You better be," the driver said.  "'Cuz you ain't getting out of
paying your fee!"

	Miguel rolled his eyes and started towards his fate.

	"Shawn!" he called out.



	Shawn turned around to see Miguel moving towards him.

	"Oh my god," he said.  "Miguel."



	Across the street from the house, Jason was walking home from the
Black Family Penthouse, feeling content in the fact that he was full of
lust, and not love.  He felt in character.

	He looked towards Shawn's house, and saw Shawn talking to an
attractive young man.

	"Now who the hell's that," Jason said to himself.

	At that moment, he felt someone bump into him.

	"Move the hell outta my way," a female voice said.



	Nicole Walker pushed past the young blond kid on the sidewalk, and
moved towards the Brady house, looking for her brother, who she determined
must be hiding somewhere.



	Belle Black was running towards Shawn's house.  After walking in on
her father and brother having sex with Jason, she needed to talk to her
best friend more than ever.  She had been all over town looking for him,
and had run into his mother and his baby brother at the mall just a few
minutes ago, and she had suggested she check at home.  Now she was hoping
that he was there, she needed him, before she exploded from the inside with
her overwhelming emotions.



	Bo Brady looked towards the street as he saw the young Hispanic man
approaching his son.  The young man didn't look familiar to him, but Shawn
seemed to recognize him.

	With the brown package in his hand, he moved towards the two young
men.



	"What are you doing here," Shawn asked Miguel.

	"I read about your accident in the paper," Miguel answered.

	"I made the newspaper in Harmony," Shawn asked, confused.

	"Yeah, front page."

	"That's bizarre."

	"I don't care about that," Miguel said.  "I had to make sure you
were okay.  I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left Harmony."

	"Really," Shawn asked.

	"Really.  I know we just met and all, but I think I--"

	Shawn waited for Miguel to answer, but Miguel looked distracted.
Shawn looked over his shoulder and saw his father Bo approaching them.



	Miguel watched as Bo approached them, holding the brown package.
Suddenly, Miguel felt very at unease.  Then something caught his eye in the
bushes in front of the house.  It was a person hiding.



	Brandon Walker saw that Miguel had spotted him, and determined that
it was time to get things started.  He pulled out a small remote control
from his pocket, and got set to press the red button in the middle of it.



	Miguel recognized the person hiding in the bushes as the same man
he met on the plane.  The same man who had vowed revenge against people.
The same man who seemed to hate Shawn Brady.

	Miguel saw the remote control in Brandon's hand, then looked over
to the plain brown package in Bo's hand.

	"Oh my god," Miguel said, as he rushed towards Bo.



	Shawn watched as Miguel ran towards Bo, confused by why he would do
so.  Suddenly he became very aware of everyone around him.  Across the
street he saw his ex-boyfriend Jason, in the middle of the street was
Nicole Walker walking past Miguel's taxi, down the street there was Belle
Black running towards him, ten feet from him was his father holding the
package, and there was Miguel was running towards him.

	Shawn watched as Miguel grabbed the package from Bo's hand, then in
an instant everything went crazy.

	There was a loud boom.  A bright flash.  Something flew from the
sidewalk towards the street.  People were screaming.  A car horn blasted.

	And Shawn was flying through the air.

	The bomb had gone off.

TO BE CONTINUED.......................
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One more chapter to go, and then this story will come to it's final close.
Here's a small preview for the next chapter: at least one of the characters
featured in this chapter WILL die as a result of the bomb.  Send your
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