#{verse 3}

Malekith was always on guard these days. Granted, he'd been on guard before regenerating, but at least as Leader of the Dark Elves, he'd had eyes and ears in every crevice. Now, he walked solo, stranded on Earth with a human (Time Lord) face while the rest of the realms believed him long dead. If he wanted to survive, he'd need to watch his own back.

The calculative steps he'd begun a ways back slowed to a stop. His right hand, the dominant one, slid into his lapel, gripping the hilt of a dagger he carried now for self-defense. One of many, he reminded himself, and he would use them in need be. Malekith may have lost his stature and endurance but he was still quick on his feet and his strength outmatched that of the average human (Time Lord) Cut that out.

There were no Time Lords. He'd seen to that a long time ago. Malekith the Accursed was the last of both races now and it was with this thought in mind that he spun around, brandishing the slender blade in front of the stranger's face.

It was the first working day after the trip to Amsterdam, and Trent Crimm was feeling quite cheerful entering the Doghouse. He felt good because he no longer had the burden of accidentally discovering someone else’s secret. Seeing something he shouldn’t have seen; unwillingly violating the privacy of others. He wasn’t supposed to find out Colin’s secret, and when he did, he wanted to tell him about it and assure him that he wouldn’t tell it to anybody, but he didn’t know how. A football club wasn’t the best place to discuss the topic of homosexuality. He tried giving him signals like bringing in a rainbow-striped mug or blasting first the soundtrack of Le cage aux folles and then Y.M.C.A. while working in his office when Colin was around, but he didn’t seem to get the clue. (On the other hand, at least half of the team had the song stuck in their heads.) Trent had to follow him to a gay bar in Amsterdam to finally tell it to him, which was pretty dramatic, but he didn’t see any other way to let him know his secret was safe with him. But it went well, and in the end they had a great time drinking and dancing in that gay bar. It was a bit like the good old days with Archie Westbrooke, his high school best friend. He was actually happy with the way the events turned out.

Walking through the locker room, he saw Colin was already there, so he stopped to greet the footballer. “Good morning, Colin,” he said, holding out his hand for a handshake. “How are you?”

Someone was knocking at his door. It wasn’t early- 12ish, maybe, but the knocking was still too loud and self-important to be anyone but Betsy. 

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Going back to Ohio for spring break was stressful enough, what with April’s three sisters crowding her space, and Mom and Dad insisting she go to church every waking moment, but April had added more to the equation by bringing Indie along. 

As they walked up the gravel driveway, April pulled her fingers out of Indie’s grip and shot her a forlorn look. “We... can’t,” she said. “Not in front of them. I’m sorry.” 

She chewed her bottom lip and found it hard to meet her girlfriend’s eyes. “My parents... um... they don’t know about me being... you know.”