Twitter Log 4-18-11 John & Trevor discuss the compromising position John & Amy were in.
Takes place immediately following these events.
John: We were playing and she shot me, so I shot her back.
Trevor: *pulls him aside and gives him a hard look* You do understand how much that woman you put a bullet in means to me, don't you?
John: I could have killed her if I wanted to. I didn't. She'll be fine.
Trevor: *shoves him hard against the wall* Why? What the fuck did she do to warrant a bullet?
John: *doesn't fight him, but growls* She shot me first! She could have killed me!
Trevor: Where? *starts feeling around John's body for a wound* I don't see anything on you and she was very clearly wounded. How come?
John: Hey, hey! *strangled sound, not knowing if he should move into it or away from it* I told you why!
Trevor: If she shot you first, where's the wound? *leaves his hands on John’s chest, looking him over* You look -fine- to me.
John: *smirks* Glad you think so. Maybe you wanna take off the pants and check there too?
Trevor: *pulls back from John with a glare, drawing a small handgun from his waist* Drop 'em. -Now- *Doesn't care they're in the hall.*
John: *grins and does, even stepping out of them, looking at the gun* What are you going to do with that, Trevor?
Trevor: *looks him over* Donno. Maybe I should give you the gunshot wound you claim to have. One Amy gave you seems to have gone missing.
John: Never said it was a bullet. But if you insist. *is a pain kink and already half-hard, thanks*
Trevor: *Oh, he noticed* Let's....*coughs* Get your pants up and we'll talk about this in my Dad's office. *waves his gun down the hall*
John: That sounds great. *picks up his pants and marches off in the direction Trevor indicated, still naked*
Trevor: *eyeroll, ignores the Black Suits that look shocked by John in his all together* Be good.
John: Trust me, this is being good. Being bad would be shoving you against the wall and snogging you senseless.
Trevor: *scoffs* As if I'd let you snog me after you shot one of my best friends!
John: Don't be like that, love.
Trevor: *narrow eyes* Don't try and flirt to get out of trouble, -sweetheart-. *opens the door to Dad's office.* Go.
John: Trevor, come on now. *goes in though* Never figured you for the 'sex on Daddy's desk' type, but...
Trevor: *glares at him* Not today. Not -ever- unless you come up with a -really- good reason for why Amy is down in medical right now.
John: I already told you, Trevor. We weren't trying to hurt each other. It was a game.
Trevor: She didn't look like she had that much fun. *sits on Jack's desk and keeps his eyes on John* How'd she end up without clothes?
John: Oh, you ask about her and not me?
Trevor: You look just fine to me, she's the one bleeding. *firmly* Not asking again, John. What happened?
John: Fine. The truth? It was foreplay. We had sex. Happy?
Trevor: *firmly believes Ames wouldn't cheat on Nathan* Don't lie to me, Hart. *Yup, won't call him John*
John: I'm tellin' the truth! Ask her!
Trevor: I would, but she's a little busy -bleeding- right now, so you're the only one to ask. *glares* She tell you she was married?
John: Yes, actually, she did. To Petrelli.
Trevor: And you slept with her anyway? *That's actually not as upsetting as the fact that AMY slept with him, if she did.* Why?
John: I...she was there. I was there. *shrug*
Trevor: That's a pretty shitty reason to sleep with a married woman.
John: It's not all my fault, you know.
Trevor: You saying this was all her idea? That a married woman just threw that away to sleep with -you- ? *wow, mean Trevor.*
John: It was consensual. I'm not saying it was all her idea, but she could have said no. As I recall, you didn't object, either. *bitter John is bitter*
Trevor: *Trevor steps forward, an angry glare on his face* It was -different- with you and me. *or it was -supposed- to be*
John: I'm not saying it was exactly the same, but how was it different?
Trevor: I thought that I was...*Pauses. Special? Apparently not* Never mind, just get your pants on and... go. I...just. Go, John. Please. *Trevor sounds WAY too much like his Ma for his liking* I gotta check on Amy.
John: Trevor. Amy will be fine. And you... *he pauses, not knowing what to say. Trevor is special, in his own way, but John doesn't really know how to say that* I'm sorry, alright? *sorry that Trevor is upset with him, at least*
Trevor: Should have thought about that before you fucked my best friend, John. *won't look at him* Just...go. Please.
John: I didn't know she even knew you! Trevor....
Trevor: *dismissive* Would it have mattered if you did?
John: I don't know. Maybe.
Trevor: ...might as well just say no, John. *headshake* Just go, OK. I need to go check on Amy.
John: *sighs* Fine. Trevor...I do care about you, okay?
Trevor: *shocked face* You have a pretty fucked up way of showing you care.
John: *rubs his head* Maybe I do. But I still do care about you, Trevor.
Trevor: *sighs*...how can I even believe that? You're so different than you were when we...*trails off, sounding regretful*
John: I'm both. I'm capable of more than you think, Trevor.
Trevor: You -can't- be both, John. You can't...*grumbles and shakes his head* You can't be what I need, I'm sorry. You just CAN'T.
John: Says who? What, suddenly I'm not good enough for you, is that it?
Trevor: *has no idea what to say, this is an entirely new situation for him* Maybe you never were.
John: *glares* I shouldn't have bothered with you. *let's watch John be an ass, shall we?*
Trevor: Yeah... I was just thinking the same thing. *can't look at him* You should go. I have work to do.
John: So that's it then?
Trevor: Looks like. *still won't make eye contact with him*
John: Fine. Have a nice life. And good luck getting your dad back. *bitter much?*
Trevor: *just stares, because wow, mean John.*
John: *he does not respond well to rejection* *leaves!*
Trevor: *does not like rejecting.*
John: We were playing and she shot me, so I shot her back.
Trevor: *pulls him aside and gives him a hard look* You do understand how much that woman you put a bullet in means to me, don't you?
John: I could have killed her if I wanted to. I didn't. She'll be fine.
Trevor: *shoves him hard against the wall* Why? What the fuck did she do to warrant a bullet?
John: *doesn't fight him, but growls* She shot me first! She could have killed me!
Trevor: Where? *starts feeling around John's body for a wound* I don't see anything on you and she was very clearly wounded. How come?
John: Hey, hey! *strangled sound, not knowing if he should move into it or away from it* I told you why!
Trevor: If she shot you first, where's the wound? *leaves his hands on John’s chest, looking him over* You look -fine- to me.
John: *smirks* Glad you think so. Maybe you wanna take off the pants and check there too?
Trevor: *pulls back from John with a glare, drawing a small handgun from his waist* Drop 'em. -Now- *Doesn't care they're in the hall.*
John: *grins and does, even stepping out of them, looking at the gun* What are you going to do with that, Trevor?
Trevor: *looks him over* Donno. Maybe I should give you the gunshot wound you claim to have. One Amy gave you seems to have gone missing.
John: Never said it was a bullet. But if you insist. *is a pain kink and already half-hard, thanks*
Trevor: *Oh, he noticed* Let's....*coughs* Get your pants up and we'll talk about this in my Dad's office. *waves his gun down the hall*
John: That sounds great. *picks up his pants and marches off in the direction Trevor indicated, still naked*
Trevor: *eyeroll, ignores the Black Suits that look shocked by John in his all together* Be good.
John: Trust me, this is being good. Being bad would be shoving you against the wall and snogging you senseless.
Trevor: *scoffs* As if I'd let you snog me after you shot one of my best friends!
John: Don't be like that, love.
Trevor: *narrow eyes* Don't try and flirt to get out of trouble, -sweetheart-. *opens the door to Dad's office.* Go.
John: Trevor, come on now. *goes in though* Never figured you for the 'sex on Daddy's desk' type, but...
Trevor: *glares at him* Not today. Not -ever- unless you come up with a -really- good reason for why Amy is down in medical right now.
John: I already told you, Trevor. We weren't trying to hurt each other. It was a game.
Trevor: She didn't look like she had that much fun. *sits on Jack's desk and keeps his eyes on John* How'd she end up without clothes?
John: Oh, you ask about her and not me?
Trevor: You look just fine to me, she's the one bleeding. *firmly* Not asking again, John. What happened?
John: Fine. The truth? It was foreplay. We had sex. Happy?
Trevor: *firmly believes Ames wouldn't cheat on Nathan* Don't lie to me, Hart. *Yup, won't call him John*
John: I'm tellin' the truth! Ask her!
Trevor: I would, but she's a little busy -bleeding- right now, so you're the only one to ask. *glares* She tell you she was married?
John: Yes, actually, she did. To Petrelli.
Trevor: And you slept with her anyway? *That's actually not as upsetting as the fact that AMY slept with him, if she did.* Why?
John: I...she was there. I was there. *shrug*
Trevor: That's a pretty shitty reason to sleep with a married woman.
John: It's not all my fault, you know.
Trevor: You saying this was all her idea? That a married woman just threw that away to sleep with -you- ? *wow, mean Trevor.*
John: It was consensual. I'm not saying it was all her idea, but she could have said no. As I recall, you didn't object, either. *bitter John is bitter*
Trevor: *Trevor steps forward, an angry glare on his face* It was -different- with you and me. *or it was -supposed- to be*
John: I'm not saying it was exactly the same, but how was it different?
Trevor: I thought that I was...*Pauses. Special? Apparently not* Never mind, just get your pants on and... go. I...just. Go, John. Please. *Trevor sounds WAY too much like his Ma for his liking* I gotta check on Amy.
John: Trevor. Amy will be fine. And you... *he pauses, not knowing what to say. Trevor is special, in his own way, but John doesn't really know how to say that* I'm sorry, alright? *sorry that Trevor is upset with him, at least*
Trevor: Should have thought about that before you fucked my best friend, John. *won't look at him* Just...go. Please.
John: I didn't know she even knew you! Trevor....
Trevor: *dismissive* Would it have mattered if you did?
John: I don't know. Maybe.
Trevor: ...might as well just say no, John. *headshake* Just go, OK. I need to go check on Amy.
John: *sighs* Fine. Trevor...I do care about you, okay?
Trevor: *shocked face* You have a pretty fucked up way of showing you care.
John: *rubs his head* Maybe I do. But I still do care about you, Trevor.
Trevor: *sighs*...how can I even believe that? You're so different than you were when we...*trails off, sounding regretful*
John: I'm both. I'm capable of more than you think, Trevor.
Trevor: You -can't- be both, John. You can't...*grumbles and shakes his head* You can't be what I need, I'm sorry. You just CAN'T.
John: Says who? What, suddenly I'm not good enough for you, is that it?
Trevor: *has no idea what to say, this is an entirely new situation for him* Maybe you never were.
John: *glares* I shouldn't have bothered with you. *let's watch John be an ass, shall we?*
Trevor: Yeah... I was just thinking the same thing. *can't look at him* You should go. I have work to do.
John: So that's it then?
Trevor: Looks like. *still won't make eye contact with him*
John: Fine. Have a nice life. And good luck getting your dad back. *bitter much?*
Trevor: *just stares, because wow, mean John.*
John: *he does not respond well to rejection* *leaves!*
Trevor: *does not like rejecting.*