Act III

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fill! A Parliament of Owls (15/?)

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"If Hague hadn't walked in, what would you have said?"

Nick opened his mouth then quickly closed it again. Unable to meet David's eyes, he focused on his neck instead, the stripe of skin exposed by the open collar. His mouth dry, he wet his lip before speaking.

"I value your friendship, which had been unexpected, but one of the greatest in my life. I'm honoured to know and call you my friend."

David laughed. "Fuck you, Nick Clegg," Nick looked up in surprise and was caught by the strain on David's face, "You would have been nothing without me. An obscure party leader with untenable goals, a great joke! I gave you the chance to make the changes you want."

"Likewise and with all due respect," Nick said tightly, "I am your Deputy Prime Minister, your coalition partner, not your-" He was shaking with barely suppressed rage and David Cameron was standing very close.

"Nick, you are a hypocrite," stated David. And at that, Nick had nothing to say. He was. Anyone who aspired to political office must be, at some level, and grow used to the habit that the knowledge no longer skirted awareness, but David wanted something he couldn't even admit to himself. Nick had time to think when he realised that everything would be normal again. And everything would be. He had made a decision.

"Better a hypocrite who admit his own hypocrisies than an unashamed scoundrel," He said. Then, because David Cameron was his friend and because they had survived and shouldered the worst disasters in British history together, and more importantly, because perhaps a part of him had always been the boy who thought nothing of doing something inadvisable and even not allowed, he closed the space between them.

David, initially tense, relaxed into the kiss. Nick could hear the sigh into his mouth.

"You are right, I would not have been here without you," He said against David's ear, his own body relishing the half-familiar warmth, "Thank you," And stepped away.

He left David blinking owlishly after him, silent. Nick didn't look back when he closed the door.

-=-=

The words were starting to blur in front of his eyes. They usually come easier than this, but David found himself unable to concentrate.

The agreement had been all he had hoped. The cargo ships were due to arrive next month. Security teams would have to be put in place but the leaders of other European nations were, for the first time since Britain declared national emergency, extending their good will. David Cameron had never underestimated the Bilderberg Group's influence, but to see it displayed still made him wary. Of course, George had been part of the group. It was likely he had a hand in it as well though he had not said much to the effect.

This fact should be mentioned in his speech, though perhaps without the conspiracy-inspiring club, which still had sinister associations in most people's minds. It wouldn't go over well and David Cameron would like to see his friend well-received, though he was certain George was harbouring a secret with Nick.

The jealousy was surfacing again. And even knowing it was irrational --George Osborne and Nick Clegg, to his knowledge, had neither the time nor inclination to be much in each other's company -- David was still frustrated. The two people he should be trusting more than anyone else in the world he was now finding suspicious, even contemptible.

So much for the waiting, David though, and the writing, he thought wryly, putting down his pen. The sheer audacity of the man had left him dumbfounded. Well, he had made his position clear and David was not going to challenge it. At least, not at the moment. He could wait. He had a lot of practice.

There was knock at the door.

"Come in."

George Osborne entered, followed by Nick, who wasn't looking at him, but was pulling at George's elbow, "It's not what you think!"

"Was it you?" George demanded. David had never seen him so angry, his face red and twisted, his fists clenched.

"What?" David had no idea what he was talking about. Nick was looking frantic.