Room 226, early Saturday evening

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Christian left the common room with Peter returning later so he didn't totally joss himself, checking out the doors lining the hall. "They all have numbers, like this used to be a hotel or something," he said, trying the doors. And what do you know, door 226 opened up. How convenient.

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Peter drank more of his beer. "I just like knowing there can still be a connection. In spite of everything."

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"Makes you feel alive, doesn't it?" Christian said. "We all need that."

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"Reminds us of what we're fighting for," Peter said. "I take it you've been kept out of most of the danger so far?"

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Christian nodded. "I haven't made a secret of who I am, but I haven't gone out looking for trouble, either."

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Peter nodded. "Gotta admit I stay invisible when I can. Fine line between helping people and hurting those I care about."

Like Niki, who'd probably be freaking out if she didn't know where he was.

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"We shouldn't have to hide what we are," Christian said, finishing off his beer.

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"Or who," Peter said, by way of agreement. He finished off his beer and tossed the can into the trash. It landed in a perfect nothing-but-net fashion. "Don't tell anybody but I think I can fix this. I think that's why I'm here."

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Christian grabbed two more beers and offered another to Peter. "What do you have in mind? And how can I help?"

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Peter took the second beer feeling an almost magical transformation happen when he did. "It's better if I don't tell you. You'd only get hurt."

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"You expect me to do nothing while people like us get hurt or killed?" Christian said. So what if he fainted at the sight of blood?

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Peter actually had something like a smile when he heard that. "You got something impressive you could bring to the fight?"

Which, if he did, Peter had now too. But it was useful to know in advance what his new powers were. Plus two were better than one.

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"I'm not much of a fighter," Christian admitted. "But . . . I don't like to brag, but I can suck the engine block through the tailpipe of a '58 Chevy." He cracked open his beer, scooped some of the foam on his finger, and quite deliberately sucked it off.

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Peter stared.

"I'm not exactly sure how that would be useful in battle."

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"What can I say, I'm a lover, not a fighter," Christian grinned. "But I could show you just how useful my skills are." He glanced sideways at the bed.

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More staring.

"You're not the kid who sucked all the oxygen out of that school, are you? In Santa Cruz?"

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"Never done a whole school," Christian said. "That'd be a little much, even for me. Why don't I show you?" He set down his beer and took hold of Peter's shoulders, trying to pull him against him for a kiss.

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He was seeing someone. And he was supposed to be stopping the bomb. But the day's events had him feeling turned upside down and damn if physical contact didn't make it better.

Besides, if he succeeded in stopping the bomb Niki would never know they'd been together in the first place.

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And not like Christian would let a possible drag-queen boyfriend/girlfriend stop him. So when Peter didn't pull away, he took this as a good sign, and tried to deepen the kiss.

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Peter was okay with that. Might as well be hung for a lion, right? He kissed back, figuring if he was going to end it all tomorrow, he might as well enjoy tonight.