Title: After The Mirrors

Author: Carol

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Pairing: Kelly/Scotty

Rating: PG; M/M

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; no infringement intended.

Note: This is a WHN for the episode, It's All Done With Mirrors.

After The Mirrors
by Carol

Kelly Robinson stood at the windows of the sitting room in their hotel suite. The moon was shining through the large windows, but it would have been impossible to see Robinson's eyes, hooded as they were. Normally, Kelly Robinson always insisted that he and his partner, Alexander Scott share the same room, if not for security, certainly for comfort, but since his brainwashing by Dr. Zolton Karolyi, Robinson had felt uncomfortable in his friend's company.

Robinson's thoughts were in such deep turmoil that he didn't even hear his partner wander into the sitting room between the bedrooms. Scotty, like Kelly, wore only pajama bottoms. The two agents discovered very early in their careers that agents were often called upon at odd hours, so pajamas were necessary. As Scott wandered out, a touch of apprehension shivered down his spine as he saw the normally laid-back Kelly Robinson standing shadowed by the suite's windows.

"Hey, Jack, what's going on?"

For a moment the slender figure froze, then in an exhausted voice Robinson queried," I thought I heard a noise, . . . . might I inquire why you've appeared in the dead of night?"

"Yeah, well, I got insomnia so I came out lookin' for some hot milk or somethin'"

With those words Kelly Robinson turned around and looked penetratingly at his friend. "Insomnia? You, Mr. Out Like a Light Scott? Pull the other one, old buddy. The truth is that you wanted to check and see what . . . your less than trustworthy partner was doin'"

"What you talkin' about, Kel? Trustworthy - man, you are the most trustworthy guy around - just 'cause that Karolyi dude messed with your head doesn't make you less trustworthy. I would trust you with my life. . . and do."

Kelly stood there stunned. In the hours since Kelly Robinson had led his partner - at gun point - to a scenic overview where he had tried to shoot his best friend, he had run through the scenario hundreds of times. Even the capture of Karolyi and Vanessa hadn't relieved his mind. Now, his partner was telling him that he trusted him."

Robinson let out a small snort of disbelief. "Yeah sure. I pull a gun on you; try to shoot you, and yet you still trust me."

Scott's face filled with sadness. He looked at the slender frame that was slouched over trying to compensate for the pain in his ribs - another psychological gift from Karolyi. "Kelly, as I told you then, you couldn't harm a hair on my head. You fired all those shots at me from very short range and yet you missed. Now, what's the matter?"

Robinson let out a huge sigh. He slightly moved away from the window so that his handsome face was more in shadow. In a voice filled with incredible sadness, Robinson said in a whisper, "Yeah well Jack, what would you say if I told you that I don't want to partner with you anymore?"

Dismay filled Scotty, then panic hit him, but he knew that his friend was still suffering from the psychological effects of what had been done to him so he knew he had to take it slow. "Kelly Robinson, I would say no way. You ain't leavin' me."

Kelly looked angry for a second then questioned, "How come Jack, you always start usin' bad language when I say something you don't like? And, here you have that college education and all? How come, Jack?"

Now Scotty was mystified. "What bad language, Kelly?"

"AIN'T, I'm talking about AIN'T, how come you with your university degree use such words, how come PAL? You aren't usually so uncouth that you interro . . .gate me with such language."

Now, Scott could feel his anger rise. "I'm not interrogatin' you, I'm just concerned. 'Course maybe you don't recognize that kind of thing. After all you were the one with the gun."

Scott stopped frozen, realizing what he had just said. He also realized that he had fallen into Kelly's trap and lost his temper when he had told himself to go slow. "Kelly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Robinson stood with his eyes closed, trying to get breath into his body because he seemed like he was suffocating. Finally, he whispered, "I'm getting on the next plane, Clyde; you just can go your own way."

Slowly, Robinson shuffled towards his bedroom but was stopped by Alexander Scott's arm reaching out and pulling him into a warm, comforting embrace. For a second Robinson tried to fight the closeness then slumped into the warm body. Scotty looked down at his friend and whispered, "I told you that you are not leaving me. If you want to go somewhere, fine, but you're going with me; do you hear? Now, let's get you back to bed."

Holding Robinson tightly in his arms, Scott led his friend into the bedroom, laid him down on the double bed and tucked him in. For a few seconds he stood above the man, looking directly into the troubled brown eyes. Robinson's eyes were filled with many strange emotions. "Clyde, you are one stubborn dude, but I'm telling you this is it between us - it's over. I know that the powers-that-be wanted you to take me out of the picture, when I tell them that I want out; they'll accept my resignation. Then . . . then, you'll be safe. No more fear that your nutzy, brain-washed partner will come gunnin' for you."

"Is that what you think, partner? I guarantee you if you do that, I will come gunnin' for you. Where else will I find a partner who can put up with me? I don't want no one else's creaky bones to fix up after every tennis tournament. Just you - so you better forget your plans. We can take some time off, and then you'll feel better and we can hit the old tennis circuit again."

Robinson shivered slightly as if foreseeing the future. "Yeah, and what about the day you can't fix up my creaky bones anymore? You know I can't stay on the circuit forever? It just doesn't happen that way. It's better we make a break now than be forced into it. There are lots of guys who would love to be your partner."

"Is that what this is all about? You mean it has nothin' to do with what Karolyi did to you. You want to get rid of me. You're tired of me, being your partner, is that it?"

Robinson shivered again, but quickly the emotions in his eyes slammed closed. "You know for a supposedly bright guy; it sure took you long enough. Karolyi actually did me a favor. I don't mean shootin' you, but this woke me up to what I really want and it's for you and me to say adios and go our separate ways before one of us kills the other."

Scott could see that Robinson was near to collapse. Mere talk could not break through to the man that he had come to love in their years of partnership. Something desperate had to be tried. After standing next to Robinson's bed for several seconds, Scott unbuttoned his pajama bottoms and stepped out of them. He stood for a moment, letting Robinson get a full view of his body. The two men had showered together many times, but rarely had Scott posed sensually for his friend.

Scott could see that Robinson was trying to control himself, but the slender body was shivering uncontrollably with hunger and lust. "Hmm so that got you going, huh? Are you cold? You sure are shivering." With those words, Scott picked up the edge of the blanket, covering Robinson and scooted his way into the bed. He reached over and took the slim figure into his arms. Robinson had tried to fight the comfort once again but quickly succumbed to the warmth. Kelly buried his face into the warm, sweet body and hung on for dear life. After a few minutes, the shivering stopped but the two continued to cling together.

Leaning over to kiss Robinson's disheveled hair, Scott said, "Listen partner mine. I can't honestly say that I've thought about our future. I don't know what's going to happen when you and I get too old to stay in the field, but I do know that as long as we are in the field, I want to be with you." Tightening his arms around Robinson, Scott began to caress Kelly's back. He could feel Kelly beginning to relax under his gentle hands. Once again, Scott leaned over and kissed the brown hair.

In a slightly muffled voice, Robinson finally spoke, "Clyde, you don't know what you're doing. I . . . I can't face this anymore. You better go back to your own bedroom." Scott noticed, however, as Robinson said that that he snuggled in even closer to his partner.

Scotty smiled, "Mr. Robinson, you are a fake. You want to be with me; just as I want to be with you. I know this brainwashin' has been hard on you, but we're going to get through this - you'll see." With those words, Scott took his hand and very gently lifted Robinson's chin.

Looking directly into those moist brown eyes, Scotty smiled, "Kelly Robinson, you are my world, my life, and my soul. If you don't want me, I'll just hang around you anyway, until you get so sick of me that you take your wheelchair and push my wheelchair down the old folks' home steps."

Scott then leaned over and gave his friend a very gentle kiss on the lips, waiting to see what would happen next. He didn't have long to wait. Robinson stared at him in amazement for all of three seconds then leaned forward, giving his friend a mind-boggling kiss. The embrace lasted for a long time, but the need for air finally broke the two apart - slightly.

"Clyde, you must be crazy. I can't believe you. Do you honestly think it will take until we're both in our wheelchairs for you to drive me crazy? You kiss me like that again and I will be in a straitjacket in a few minutes."

Scott smiled, "Well, since we don't have a straitjacket, how about I keep you locked in my arms so you can't go running wild?"

"Sounds good to me. I like your thinkin' . . . .that is. . . if you're sure?"

Internally, Scott breathed a sigh of relief but only said, "Oh, I'm very sure, Mr. Robinson, except for one thing."

Fear quickly spread on the handsome face but Scott hastened to reassure the man he loved, "I love what we're doin' right now but how about losing the pajamas? As they say, I want to get up close and very personal."

Sitting up quickly, Robinson gave his soon-to-be-lover a kiss, then grinned and replied, "Allll rigggghhht, Mr. Scott, I knew you got all those degrees for some reason."

With that the pajama bottoms flew to the other side of the room, and the games began.


THE END