Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 14:18:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Salem, Part 4

  Advisory: This story is pure fantasy and doesn't
reflect the actual characters or actors on Days of Our
Lives. The show and characters are trademarks of and
copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with
Columbia Pictures Television.

  Note: Once again, sorry for the delay. As someone
wise once said, shit happens! I'm still way backed up
on answering emails, but I will get replies out to
everyone who wrote. I couldn't continue without
feedback, so please keep it up! :)


   I shook my head slowly, a smile spreading across my
face. The Brady Pub, a building that only existed on
some sound stage in a studio in California, was
directly before me, the lights from it's windows
spilling out into the darkening evening.

   Inside, I could see patrons sitting in the booths,
laughing and talking with each other, enjoying an
evening meal out.

   Opening the door, I stepped inside and was met with
the delicious smells of the Pub. My stomach rumbled a
little and it hit me all over again how real being in
this body, Philip's body, was.

   "Hello, Philip," a friendly voice broke into my
thoughts. It took me a few seconds to realize the
voice was talking to me, since I still wasn't used to
being called by Philip's name.

   "Oh, Car... Mrs. Brady!"  I stopped myself just in
time from addressing Caroline by her first name, which
probably wasn't something Philip would do. "How are
you?"

   "I'm wonderful, thanks. Would you like a table?"

   "Yes, please, I'm starving!" I laughed, feeling a
little giddy still at the experience I was having.

   "Right this way. How is your father doing?"
Caroline asked, making conversation as she showed me
to a booth. I recalled quickly that Caroline and
Victor had a history, including a son, together.

   "He's great, Mrs. Brady. Better than ever," I
smiled at her as I took off my jacket and sat down.

   "Well, tell him I said hello. Now, what can I get
you?"

   "Some of your delicious Brady Chowder, please," I
said, my mouth already watering in anticipation.

   Caroline moved over to the bar, where I spotted
Shawn Brady- Grandpa Shawn, that is- filling up some
mugs for customers. I let my eyes drift over the other
people in the pub, but none of the faces were
familiar.

   Caroline returned with a steaming bowl of chowder,
which smelled great, and a glass of soda. I thanked
her and took a bite, but before I could even swallow,
the door to the pub opened and Shawn Brady came in
laughing, followed by Belle Black and Mimi Lockhart.

   "Phil, my man! What, is it the cooks night off?"
Shawn asked, a sexy grin on his face. I looked up into
his eyes and felt my heart quicken just a little and a
stirring in my pants.

   "Something like that," I smiled back. "What are you
guys up to?"

   "Food! I need food!" Mimi moaned falling into the
booth across from me.

   Belle sat down next to her and I scooted over and
let Shawn sit down right next to me. He smelled
incredible and I could feel the warmth radiating off
his body, which was now only a few inches away from my
own.

   "No date tonight Phil?" Shawn asked.

   "No, I'm solo," I smiled at him, feeling like I
could just melt into him.

   "Where is Ghoul Girl?" Mimi asked, her voice
registering her dislike of Chloe.

   "Meems! Don't call her that. Chloe is our friend!"
Belle chastised, words I'd heard from her mouth many
times on the show.

   Caroline arrived to welcome her Grandson and take
his and the girls orders and then left us alone. I
sighed a little, wishing that it was just Shawn and I
and not the girls.

   As we talked, I stole as many glances at Shawn as I
could. His sleeves were rolled up to just beyond his
elbows, showing off his tanned arms, with their sexy
dusting of dark hair. He was so close to me in the
booth that if I moved my leg by just a few inches, it
would be touching his under the table.

   I let my mind drift, imagining my hands caressing
those arms, and the beautiful upper body that I knew
was hidden behind Shawn's shirt. I could almost hears
his moans of pleasure and feel the way his fingers
would run through my hair as I coated his body with
kisses, licking my way down to the ultimate prize,
which was waiting for me, packed deliciously into
Shawn's jeans. I wondered, would it be boxer shorts?
Or briefs? What would be the last layer, touching him
in all the places I couldn't wait to touch him?

   "Are you okay? Philip! Hello?" Belle's voice
brought me out of my fantasy world and I quickly
looked around, noticing that all three faces at the
table were locked onto mine. I swallowed quickly,
finding my throat had gone very dry. That, much like
that aching hardness in my own pants, was a definite
side affect of my thoughts of Shawn.

   "Sorry, Belle, what?"

   "Phil, are you sure you're okay? You've been really
weird today," Shawn said and I felt a tingle run up my
back at the look of concern in his eyes. Eyes which
were looking back into my own.

   "Is it Chloe? Did you two have a fight?" Belle
asked, sounding concerned.

   "No, it's just.." I paused. Just what? Just that
I'm not really Philip Kiriakis and you guys don't
really exist because you're all characters on a soap
opera? Just that in this purely straight world created
by people too cowardly to introduce a gay character I
was lusting after just about every guy I saw? And
lusting after Shawn Douglas in particular? What could
I tell these people?

   "Philip, you know you can always talk to us. We're
your friends, we're here for you," Belle said
earnestly. I felt a rush of annoyance at her goodness.
Why must she always be Saint Belle? How annoying was
that? Of course, I had to admit that my dislike of her
also stemmed from the fact that Belle and Shawn were
head over heels in love and had been from the first
scene they'd had together. Only, they were too
stubborn to admit it on the show.

   "I really can't talk about it right now, Belle.
Anyway, I'd better go, I've got some things to do
tonight."

   Shawn gave me another look and then scooted out of
the booth to let me pass. I slid over, feeling the
warmth of the seat where he'd just been sitting. I
paused for a second, wondering if my still erect state
would be too noticeable.

   I solved the problem by grabbing Philip's- my-
letterman jacket off the seat where I'd tossed it and
placing it strategically as I stood up.

   Shawn slapped my arm lightly as he sat back down at
the table. "Are you sure you're okay, man?"

   "Yeah. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow," I
smiled briefly at the girls and then let my eyes feast
on Shawn one last time before I tossed some money on
the table to pay for my dinner and turned to leave.

   Philip's friends called out a final goodbye and I
turned to wave as I left the pub. The chowder really
had been the best I'd ever tasted, and the company had
been pretty good, too, even though I could have done
without the girls.

   I walked on, my thoughts still on Shawn's hot
little body. After a few minutes I looked up and found
myself on the darkened pier. It was a set I'd seen
many times on the show, usually set an night. Only
now, it really did front a large river, complete with
anchored boats and a light fog.

   In spite of myself, I felt a little creeped out.
This place, though familiar, wasn't exactly the Brady
Pub or the Kiriakis mansion. I turned to head up the
rickety looking wooden steps and stopped short, my
heart rushing into my throat.

   I was looking directly into the eyes of another
man, someone who'd come up behind me without making
any sound at all. My heart raced as I experienced a
sudden adrenalin rush and it took me a several seconds
to catch my breath and find my voice.

   "Brady! Damn it!" I finally managed to spit out.
The words brought malicious sounding laughter from the
hunky blond standing in front of me.

   "Scared you, didn't I?" Brady sounded very pleased
with himself. In spite of my anger at being caught off
guard by the smug Mr. Black, I was taking in all the
details of this sexy guy I'd only seen on tv until
now.

   His blond hair was a little over long, especially
in the back. I'd been shaking my head at the tv screen
for weeks, wishing he'd get it cut. Still, even with
his hair too long, he looked good. His eyes,
especially, were arresting. And right now, they were
sparkling with amusement.

   "I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you
lurking in the shadows," I said, trying to make
Philip's voice hard.

   "Seems to run in the family, huh Uncle Phil?" Brady
laughed again. I shuddered slightly at his use of the
'Uncle' as it reminded me again of the fact that I was
now related to most of these hotties.

   "Don't call me that. You're older than me, it
sounds stupid," was the only thing I could think to
say. My heart was still racing, only now it was more
from the excitement of meeting yet another Salem
hottie face to face. I noticed that Brady had a strong
scent about him, a mixture of cologne and sweat that
was almost as intoxicating as the clean and natural
scent of Shawn.

   "Whatever. So what are you doing, hanging out on
the pier at night? Waiting for you little wannabe
Opera Diva?" Brady sneered, which seemed to be his
usual facial expression.

   "No. I just got some dinner at the Pub. And what
about you? What are you up to now?" I asked. With
Brady, it had to be something that was anti-Marlena.
Not that I minded that, it was nice to see someone
loathe the sainted Doctor Evans for a change.

   "Out for a walk. So where is your little
girlfriend, anyway?" Brady's eyes still gleamed with
some private joke that was amusing him.

   "She's not my... I don't know where she is," I
said. God, I hated all these Chloe questions! If I was
really going to be Philip from now on, the first thing
I had to do was break it off with the girl.

   "Trouble in teen paradise? What's the matter, she's
not satisfying your needs?" Brady laughed.

   Unbidden, my mind flew to my session that afternoon
with Jason. I could almost seen his tight, sexy body
lying back on the bed and feel his cock in my mouth.

   "Ah, that's it, huh? She won't put out for you!"
Brady continued to laugh and I snapped out of my
thoughts with surprise at how they'd engrossed me so
totally. This being Salem, I guess I was now prone to
flashbacks.

   "Who cares, Brady? I get my needs satisfied in
other ways," I snapped. He was sexy as hell, but damn
was he annoying!

   "Oh, really! What, some little cheerleader putting
out for Mr. Popularity?"

   "Wouldn't you like to know? What's with all the
interest in my sex life, Brady? Could it be because
you lack one of your own? When was the last time you
got any?" I asked.

   "I get plenty! The girls at school go wild for me.
I'm sure I've scored more times than you've ever
dreamed of, unless of course you count your right hand
as a date," Brady shot back. I noticed that most of
the amusement was gone from his eyes and knew I'd
touched a nerve.

   "School? Brady, you've been home from college for
months! I think you're the one who's been dating Mr.
Hand lately!" I laughed, enjoying the turn of events.
Now it was me getting under his skin.

   "Like you have this hot sex life! In your dreams,
maybe. When was the last time you were with a girl?"
Brady demanded.

   I paused, an image of a certain girl in the back of
my parents car flashing in my mind. My one foray into
heterosexuality, it had been a disaster and I'd never
looked back. That had been years ago, in high school.
Only now, I was back in high school again, in a
different body.

   "A long time ago," I admitted. Brady's amusement
came back quickly, mixed with a look of triumph.

   "I knew it! You're all talk, aren't you? Say hello
to Mr. Hand for me when you see him tonight, okay
Uncle Phil?" Brady laughed and pushed past me, walking
off in the direction of the Pub.

   "Oh, I won't be needing Mr. Hand, Brady," I called
after him. "I'm too tired from this afternoon. Sex can
really take it out of you."

   I watched as he slowed down and then turned to face
me, a confused look on his face.

   "You asked about girls. Not about guys," I
enlightened him as I turned and started up the steps,
enjoying the look of complete shock that had spread
across his face before I turned away.

   I bounded up the steps and started for home,
laughing to myself. I'd outed myself, or rather,
Philip, to Brady Black, but I really didn't care. The
guy could be a real jerk and I'd just managed to one
up
him in the most perfect way.

   Besides, this was my life now. I was Philip
Kiriakis, yeah, but I was still me. And I was going to
enjoy myself.


   Tune in next time, as they used to say. Here's a
little preview of what I have planned for the next
chapter: Philip is going to get it on with a certain
hottie who turns out to be a little kinky!! Plus,
since this is my story and I can pretty much do what I
like with the Salemites, look for a few past hotties
to return to town as the chapters progress. :)

 As always, I'm open to ideas and suggestions, and I
love to just here what you think, about my story or
the show, or whatever. You can write me at
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