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Title: Only family left
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Xander gets a phone call he never wanted to get
Warnings: Not mine, Don’t own. Just playing
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
The moment Frank stepped into their home, he knew something was wrong. It was quiet. Whenever Xander was home there was always noise; be it from the t.v he left on when he napped on the couch to the music blasting from the garage while he worked on his bikes. Now, the house was as quiet as a cemetery.
“Xander,” Frank called out as he searched the rooms. He found their three felines napping in the sun in the playroom. Bagera woke up long enough to look at Frank before yawning and falling back asleep.
Then he heard it. He heard scratching and whimpering. He followed the noise and found their Pomeranian, Charlie, scratching frantically at their bedroom door. When Charlie turned and saw Frank, he began to run around Frank barking. Frank gave him a few scratches to calm him down before trying the door. To his surprise it was open. To his relief when he pushed it open he saw Xander sitting on the bed with his back to the door.
“You scared poor Charlie to death Xander. Next time just let him in,” Frank chastised as he stripped out of his suit and tie, heading to the bathroom to shower. He expected some kind of witty comeback. Instead he was met with silence. He turned back around and saw Xander still sitting on the bed, staring at his cell phone in his hands.
“Xander?”
Frank carefully kneeled in front of Xander, trying to get him to look him in the eyes.
“Xander talk to me.”
When Xander looked him in the eyes, there was such heartbreak and sadness in his eyes. He had to know what was wrong.
“Please…talk to me.”
“J.J…she…she’s…”
The more Xander struggled with the conversation, the more Frank’s heart broke. J.J was the one person from his past that Xander still kept in contact with. She was the closest thing he had to a sister and loved her so dearly. She was also someone who had become very dear to Frank as well. If he was this upset, the phone call couldn’t have been a good one.
“What happened to J.J?”
“Died…she died. She was robbed and shot…”
Xander broke down into sobs as Frank stood up and wrapped his arms around Xander. It seemed like hours before Xander calmed down. He looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and Frank felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything. It wasn’t long before Xander had fallen asleep. Frank reached for his cell phone. He had to book them plane tickets and see if anyone was taking care of the funeral arraignments. He also wanted to see what kind of information was out there about whoever shot J.J. He would find whoever stole her away, and he was going to make them pay in the most painful and brutal way he could.
Title: Then there were none
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: E-mail
Rating: R
Summary: Xander gets an e-mail and Frank has to tend with the aftermath.
Warnings: Language Violence M/M relationship
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Frank was working on his expense accounts when an email message notice popped up on the computer. It was from Xander’s boss Gibbons. Why would he be e-mailing Frank? Xander was home, not on a mission and usually Gibbons would just call. Frank clicked on the e-mail to open it.
‘Sent an e-mail to X. Received word his mother is dead. Giving you a heads up.’
Frank stared at the computer, unsure of what to do. Xander didn’t have a good relationship with his mother. In fact he hadn’t spoken to his mother since he was 18 and moved out. How would he take the news?
Frank saved his work and went in search of Xander. It didn’t take him long. He found Xander in their weight room, with one of the heavy metal bands he was introduced to on one of his missions blasting. He watched as Xander pummeled the heavy bag they had hanging. He hadn’t heard Frank come it but Frank doubted that he would have even without the music. The look on his face told Frank that a bomb could go off in the room and he wouldn’t notice.
Frank turned off the music.
“Xander?”
Xander continued to beat on the bag, his punches getting more violent with every throw.
“Xander.”
The punches get more violent. Frank wondered who Xander was picturing on the bag. Was it his mother? Was it whatever killed his mother? Frank hoped it wasn’t him, but given the situation he wouldn’t be that surprised.
“Xander!”
“What!”
Xander gave the bag one final swing, harder than any of the ones before. The bag rocked violently as Xander stood in front of it, tense and breathing heavy. Frank carefully approached Xander, unsure what his presence would do. He wasn’t worried that Xander would actually hurt him, and if he did swing Frank could easily subdue him. He put a hand on Xander’s shoulder, causing Xander to tense a little more but didn’t have any other reaction to it.
“I’m sorry love.”
“She was a horrible mother. The happiest I was around her was when I left her behind. She didn’t give a damn about me. Why does it hurt so much? Why do I care that she’s dead?”
“No matter what she did, she was still your mother. You wanted to love her even though she made it hard for you to do that. And that is just being human.”
Xander smiled slightly and Frank squeezed his shoulder slightly. When he saw tears make their way down Xander’s face Frank simply brushed them away.
“She died alone. If I had known I would have seen her, tried to make peace. No one deserves to die alone.”
“We’ll visit her. Let you say everything that you want to. You might not be able to make peace with her but you can make peace with yourself. “
Xander squeezed the hand on his shoulder, expressing much with a simple gesture before he turned back to the heavy bag. It had come off the hook and needed to be placed back. While Xander was busy Frank pulled out his cell phone to send an e-mail to Gibbons.
‘Thank you for the notice. Where is she buried?’
Title: Little yellow square of hate
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Post-it-note
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fighting via post it notes
Warnings: Language, M/M Relationships
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Frank heard them before they even opened the door. No matter what they went out to do, they always came home bickering. The first time it happened he’d thought they had a serious disagreement, but as he watched the two of them interact he came to realize it was just part of their relationship. Most of the time the bickering was because Xander wanted to try something and J.J had to talk him out of it because she just always seemed to know what would work and what wouldn’t. So far every time she said no she had ended up being right, and she didn’t let Xander forget it.
When Frank entered the living room, he saw J.J helping Xander to the couch. Well, it wasn’t helping as much as dropping. She looked up and saw Frank. Before he could say anything, she pointed her finger at Xander.
“Your man…is an asshole.”
"And this is news how?"
That really didn’t tell Frank much, as she always said that about Xander. Xander chuckled and J.J turned to face him. She glared at Xander, who just shrugged his shoulder. When he winced, Frank noticed that Xander’s arm was in a sling and there was a cast on his wrist.
“What happened to you?”
Before Xander could open his mouth, J.J jumped in.
“Oh this genius decided to try a new stunt at the show. Did he try it out before hand? Of course not! Did he even plan it out before hand? Of course not! He thought he could ‘wing it’. Now he’s got a busted shoulder and wrist. Dumbass.” She finished with a glare at Xander.
Now it was Frank’s turn to be mad. Xander had told him that he was going to lunch with J.J and do a little shopping, not a show. Xander was supposed to be keeping a low profile. He was working for the government, or at least he was until he was ‘killed’. Dead men couldn’t do shows. J.J must have seen in Frank’s face his building anger because she turned to Xander and started smacking him.
“You told me you told him!”
“Christ, J get off me!”
Frank knew that Xander would let J.J smack him until she was finished. They have been friends for as long as they both could remember, but he would never shove her. He would never, ever put a hand on a woman. After a few moments Frank gently pulled J.J. off of Xander and helped her to the door.
“Thank you for bringing him home J.J. He’ll call you tomorrow when he gets up.”
She glared at Xander over Frank’s shoulder before grabbing her coat and leaving. Frank sighed
and rested his head against the door for a few seconds to compose his thoughts. And today he was hoping for a day of peace and quiet.
He turned to face Xander, who looked like he was trying to sneak away but J.J had stuck him at an angle that was difficult for him to get out of with only one hand.
“Lunch huh? Just lunch and shopping because J.J was in town.”
“Look...it’s not as bad as it seems…”
“You have a busted shoulder and a broken wrist! How is that not as bad as it seems?!”
“They are hairline fractures at most.”
“That’s not the point! You lied to me.”
“Because I knew you would have reacted like this. Look I’m a big boy now. I don’t need permission to do the things I want.”
“You are supposed to be keeping a low profile Xander. What if they found you out?”
"Oh yes because I am completely incapable of taking care of myself,” the sarcasm was practically dripping off the words.
“Not with a busted shoulder and wrist you can’t.”
"You think a shoulder and wrist would stop me? I beat a man in Columbia while hanging from a rope while going through that damn test."
"That may be so, but you don't need to do that now. Especially when you're supposed to be under the radar."
"Why since I was 'blown up' and confined to this prison? I don't do good staying under the radar."
"That's why you have me here!"
"Why? So you can let me out of the cage every once in a while when you say it's ok? I've been in prisons with less rules than here."
"You're no prisoner and you can come and go. I just need to know you're going to be okay. Even more so with someone after you so much that Augustus had to fake your death to protect you."
“What is that one of your ‘rules’,” Xander spat out bitterly. Frank was a little taken aback by the bitterness.
“Rules?”
“Yeah…rules. I can’t do this, I can’t do that. Hell this isn’t even my home. I don’t feel like a partner, I feel like I roommate you sleep with. You know what? When you decide what I can do, you let me know.”
Xander managed to push himself off the couch and past Frank, heading towards the guest bedroom. The door slamming echoed throughout the house. Frank sighed and sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. Now what?
When morning came Frank had hoped the previous night was just a bad dream. He reached out across their bed hoping to encounter the comforting presence of his mate. All he found was cool sheets proving that last night hadn't been a dream. They hadn’t had a fight this bad in a while. The last one was after one of his missions and he wasn’t sure if they could get past this fight. He hoped they did. He couldn’t picture his life without Xander in it.
He got out of bed, hopeful that he would find Xander and they could talk about what happened. When he reached the bathroom to shower he saw a yellow post it note stuck to the mirror.
‘Out. X’
His heart sank at the note. Abandoning his shower he went back into the bedroom to grab his cell phone. He wasn’t giving up without a fight. He tried to call Xander’s cell phone, and it went straight to voice mail. When a few more attempts ended in the same result, he went to his laptop and activated the GPS installed on Xander’s cell phone. The GPS showed that the cell phone was still in the house. He growled in frustration and called J.J. She was sure to know where Xander was.
J.J apparently had no idea where Xander was. She was either lying to Frank or Xander really didn’t tell her what he was doing. Frank was leaning more towards the first option especially since she did yell at him for almost half an hour about fighting with Xander. Once again proving she really would defend him to the end. Frank sighed to himself and started to go about his normal day, or as normal as it could be. It felt like he was working at half the speed and not nearly as efficient.
He went out to the garage and worked on tuning up the cars as a way to keep him mind from going back over their argument. After several hours Xander still wasn’t home. Frank made his way out of the garage to the bathroom to clean up. Before going to bed he stuck a post it on the guest bedroom door.
‘Let me know you got in ok. Frank.’
‘Made it home ok. Cars look good. X.’
‘How long are you going to stay mad at me? Frank.’
‘As long as I want. X’
‘Talk to me. At least let me see you. Frank.”
‘Why? X’
‘Because I love you and I miss you. Please? Frank’
When Frank woke up a few days later, he did not see a post-it-note. Usually Xander would leave him some kind of response. Maybe he had moved out. The thought of Xander not being there was like a punch to Frank’s gut. He didn’t think he could live without Xander, he wasn’t even sure that he would want to. A throat cleared and Frank looked up to see Xander standing in the doorway, arm still in a sling.
“Hey.”
"Hey, back"
Xander walked into the room and sat down at the corner of the bed, putting some space between himself and Frank. He played with the comforter for a little bit before looking up at Frank. The tired look in his eyes showed that he had been having as hard of a time sleeping as Frank had.
“Been thinking.”
“About?”
“I might have over reacted a little. But…I still think I was right.”
“Go on.”
“Well…I’m not exactly used to having people…ya know...”
“Keep you out of trouble?”
“Tell me what to do.”
Frank sighed and pushed himself up to a sitting position to get a better look at Xander.
“I don’t tell you what to do…at least I try not to. You just don’t think things through,” Xander raised a hand to interrupt but Frank continued. “I know you plan your stunts and events, but there are other things you don’t think about. If one of your enemies had seen you there or heard you were there…it could have been a disaster. Gibbons killed you so you would be safe and not have to worry about watching your back.”
“And you think it’s your job to protect me.”
“Not think. Know. It is my job to protect you. Not because I think you can’t do it, but because I’d be no good without you.”
Xander smiled softly and reached over to thread his fingers with Frank’s as he shifted over enough to put his head on Frank’s shoulder. Frank smiled softly and kissed Xander on the head, happy everything was finally right in his world.
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Xander gets a phone call he never wanted to get
Warnings: Not mine, Don’t own. Just playing
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
The moment Frank stepped into their home, he knew something was wrong. It was quiet. Whenever Xander was home there was always noise; be it from the t.v he left on when he napped on the couch to the music blasting from the garage while he worked on his bikes. Now, the house was as quiet as a cemetery.
“Xander,” Frank called out as he searched the rooms. He found their three felines napping in the sun in the playroom. Bagera woke up long enough to look at Frank before yawning and falling back asleep.
Then he heard it. He heard scratching and whimpering. He followed the noise and found their Pomeranian, Charlie, scratching frantically at their bedroom door. When Charlie turned and saw Frank, he began to run around Frank barking. Frank gave him a few scratches to calm him down before trying the door. To his surprise it was open. To his relief when he pushed it open he saw Xander sitting on the bed with his back to the door.
“You scared poor Charlie to death Xander. Next time just let him in,” Frank chastised as he stripped out of his suit and tie, heading to the bathroom to shower. He expected some kind of witty comeback. Instead he was met with silence. He turned back around and saw Xander still sitting on the bed, staring at his cell phone in his hands.
“Xander?”
Frank carefully kneeled in front of Xander, trying to get him to look him in the eyes.
“Xander talk to me.”
When Xander looked him in the eyes, there was such heartbreak and sadness in his eyes. He had to know what was wrong.
“Please…talk to me.”
“J.J…she…she’s…”
The more Xander struggled with the conversation, the more Frank’s heart broke. J.J was the one person from his past that Xander still kept in contact with. She was the closest thing he had to a sister and loved her so dearly. She was also someone who had become very dear to Frank as well. If he was this upset, the phone call couldn’t have been a good one.
“What happened to J.J?”
“Died…she died. She was robbed and shot…”
Xander broke down into sobs as Frank stood up and wrapped his arms around Xander. It seemed like hours before Xander calmed down. He looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and Frank felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything. It wasn’t long before Xander had fallen asleep. Frank reached for his cell phone. He had to book them plane tickets and see if anyone was taking care of the funeral arraignments. He also wanted to see what kind of information was out there about whoever shot J.J. He would find whoever stole her away, and he was going to make them pay in the most painful and brutal way he could.
Title: Then there were none
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: E-mail
Rating: R
Summary: Xander gets an e-mail and Frank has to tend with the aftermath.
Warnings: Language Violence M/M relationship
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Frank was working on his expense accounts when an email message notice popped up on the computer. It was from Xander’s boss Gibbons. Why would he be e-mailing Frank? Xander was home, not on a mission and usually Gibbons would just call. Frank clicked on the e-mail to open it.
‘Sent an e-mail to X. Received word his mother is dead. Giving you a heads up.’
Frank stared at the computer, unsure of what to do. Xander didn’t have a good relationship with his mother. In fact he hadn’t spoken to his mother since he was 18 and moved out. How would he take the news?
Frank saved his work and went in search of Xander. It didn’t take him long. He found Xander in their weight room, with one of the heavy metal bands he was introduced to on one of his missions blasting. He watched as Xander pummeled the heavy bag they had hanging. He hadn’t heard Frank come it but Frank doubted that he would have even without the music. The look on his face told Frank that a bomb could go off in the room and he wouldn’t notice.
Frank turned off the music.
“Xander?”
Xander continued to beat on the bag, his punches getting more violent with every throw.
“Xander.”
The punches get more violent. Frank wondered who Xander was picturing on the bag. Was it his mother? Was it whatever killed his mother? Frank hoped it wasn’t him, but given the situation he wouldn’t be that surprised.
“Xander!”
“What!”
Xander gave the bag one final swing, harder than any of the ones before. The bag rocked violently as Xander stood in front of it, tense and breathing heavy. Frank carefully approached Xander, unsure what his presence would do. He wasn’t worried that Xander would actually hurt him, and if he did swing Frank could easily subdue him. He put a hand on Xander’s shoulder, causing Xander to tense a little more but didn’t have any other reaction to it.
“I’m sorry love.”
“She was a horrible mother. The happiest I was around her was when I left her behind. She didn’t give a damn about me. Why does it hurt so much? Why do I care that she’s dead?”
“No matter what she did, she was still your mother. You wanted to love her even though she made it hard for you to do that. And that is just being human.”
Xander smiled slightly and Frank squeezed his shoulder slightly. When he saw tears make their way down Xander’s face Frank simply brushed them away.
“She died alone. If I had known I would have seen her, tried to make peace. No one deserves to die alone.”
“We’ll visit her. Let you say everything that you want to. You might not be able to make peace with her but you can make peace with yourself. “
Xander squeezed the hand on his shoulder, expressing much with a simple gesture before he turned back to the heavy bag. It had come off the hook and needed to be placed back. While Xander was busy Frank pulled out his cell phone to send an e-mail to Gibbons.
‘Thank you for the notice. Where is she buried?’
Title: Little yellow square of hate
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Post-it-note
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fighting via post it notes
Warnings: Language, M/M Relationships
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Frank heard them before they even opened the door. No matter what they went out to do, they always came home bickering. The first time it happened he’d thought they had a serious disagreement, but as he watched the two of them interact he came to realize it was just part of their relationship. Most of the time the bickering was because Xander wanted to try something and J.J had to talk him out of it because she just always seemed to know what would work and what wouldn’t. So far every time she said no she had ended up being right, and she didn’t let Xander forget it.
When Frank entered the living room, he saw J.J helping Xander to the couch. Well, it wasn’t helping as much as dropping. She looked up and saw Frank. Before he could say anything, she pointed her finger at Xander.
“Your man…is an asshole.”
"And this is news how?"
That really didn’t tell Frank much, as she always said that about Xander. Xander chuckled and J.J turned to face him. She glared at Xander, who just shrugged his shoulder. When he winced, Frank noticed that Xander’s arm was in a sling and there was a cast on his wrist.
“What happened to you?”
Before Xander could open his mouth, J.J jumped in.
“Oh this genius decided to try a new stunt at the show. Did he try it out before hand? Of course not! Did he even plan it out before hand? Of course not! He thought he could ‘wing it’. Now he’s got a busted shoulder and wrist. Dumbass.” She finished with a glare at Xander.
Now it was Frank’s turn to be mad. Xander had told him that he was going to lunch with J.J and do a little shopping, not a show. Xander was supposed to be keeping a low profile. He was working for the government, or at least he was until he was ‘killed’. Dead men couldn’t do shows. J.J must have seen in Frank’s face his building anger because she turned to Xander and started smacking him.
“You told me you told him!”
“Christ, J get off me!”
Frank knew that Xander would let J.J smack him until she was finished. They have been friends for as long as they both could remember, but he would never shove her. He would never, ever put a hand on a woman. After a few moments Frank gently pulled J.J. off of Xander and helped her to the door.
“Thank you for bringing him home J.J. He’ll call you tomorrow when he gets up.”
She glared at Xander over Frank’s shoulder before grabbing her coat and leaving. Frank sighed
and rested his head against the door for a few seconds to compose his thoughts. And today he was hoping for a day of peace and quiet.
He turned to face Xander, who looked like he was trying to sneak away but J.J had stuck him at an angle that was difficult for him to get out of with only one hand.
“Lunch huh? Just lunch and shopping because J.J was in town.”
“Look...it’s not as bad as it seems…”
“You have a busted shoulder and a broken wrist! How is that not as bad as it seems?!”
“They are hairline fractures at most.”
“That’s not the point! You lied to me.”
“Because I knew you would have reacted like this. Look I’m a big boy now. I don’t need permission to do the things I want.”
“You are supposed to be keeping a low profile Xander. What if they found you out?”
"Oh yes because I am completely incapable of taking care of myself,” the sarcasm was practically dripping off the words.
“Not with a busted shoulder and wrist you can’t.”
"You think a shoulder and wrist would stop me? I beat a man in Columbia while hanging from a rope while going through that damn test."
"That may be so, but you don't need to do that now. Especially when you're supposed to be under the radar."
"Why since I was 'blown up' and confined to this prison? I don't do good staying under the radar."
"That's why you have me here!"
"Why? So you can let me out of the cage every once in a while when you say it's ok? I've been in prisons with less rules than here."
"You're no prisoner and you can come and go. I just need to know you're going to be okay. Even more so with someone after you so much that Augustus had to fake your death to protect you."
“What is that one of your ‘rules’,” Xander spat out bitterly. Frank was a little taken aback by the bitterness.
“Rules?”
“Yeah…rules. I can’t do this, I can’t do that. Hell this isn’t even my home. I don’t feel like a partner, I feel like I roommate you sleep with. You know what? When you decide what I can do, you let me know.”
Xander managed to push himself off the couch and past Frank, heading towards the guest bedroom. The door slamming echoed throughout the house. Frank sighed and sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. Now what?
When morning came Frank had hoped the previous night was just a bad dream. He reached out across their bed hoping to encounter the comforting presence of his mate. All he found was cool sheets proving that last night hadn't been a dream. They hadn’t had a fight this bad in a while. The last one was after one of his missions and he wasn’t sure if they could get past this fight. He hoped they did. He couldn’t picture his life without Xander in it.
He got out of bed, hopeful that he would find Xander and they could talk about what happened. When he reached the bathroom to shower he saw a yellow post it note stuck to the mirror.
‘Out. X’
His heart sank at the note. Abandoning his shower he went back into the bedroom to grab his cell phone. He wasn’t giving up without a fight. He tried to call Xander’s cell phone, and it went straight to voice mail. When a few more attempts ended in the same result, he went to his laptop and activated the GPS installed on Xander’s cell phone. The GPS showed that the cell phone was still in the house. He growled in frustration and called J.J. She was sure to know where Xander was.
J.J apparently had no idea where Xander was. She was either lying to Frank or Xander really didn’t tell her what he was doing. Frank was leaning more towards the first option especially since she did yell at him for almost half an hour about fighting with Xander. Once again proving she really would defend him to the end. Frank sighed to himself and started to go about his normal day, or as normal as it could be. It felt like he was working at half the speed and not nearly as efficient.
He went out to the garage and worked on tuning up the cars as a way to keep him mind from going back over their argument. After several hours Xander still wasn’t home. Frank made his way out of the garage to the bathroom to clean up. Before going to bed he stuck a post it on the guest bedroom door.
‘Let me know you got in ok. Frank.’
‘Made it home ok. Cars look good. X.’
‘How long are you going to stay mad at me? Frank.’
‘As long as I want. X’
‘Talk to me. At least let me see you. Frank.”
‘Why? X’
‘Because I love you and I miss you. Please? Frank’
When Frank woke up a few days later, he did not see a post-it-note. Usually Xander would leave him some kind of response. Maybe he had moved out. The thought of Xander not being there was like a punch to Frank’s gut. He didn’t think he could live without Xander, he wasn’t even sure that he would want to. A throat cleared and Frank looked up to see Xander standing in the doorway, arm still in a sling.
“Hey.”
"Hey, back"
Xander walked into the room and sat down at the corner of the bed, putting some space between himself and Frank. He played with the comforter for a little bit before looking up at Frank. The tired look in his eyes showed that he had been having as hard of a time sleeping as Frank had.
“Been thinking.”
“About?”
“I might have over reacted a little. But…I still think I was right.”
“Go on.”
“Well…I’m not exactly used to having people…ya know...”
“Keep you out of trouble?”
“Tell me what to do.”
Frank sighed and pushed himself up to a sitting position to get a better look at Xander.
“I don’t tell you what to do…at least I try not to. You just don’t think things through,” Xander raised a hand to interrupt but Frank continued. “I know you plan your stunts and events, but there are other things you don’t think about. If one of your enemies had seen you there or heard you were there…it could have been a disaster. Gibbons killed you so you would be safe and not have to worry about watching your back.”
“And you think it’s your job to protect me.”
“Not think. Know. It is my job to protect you. Not because I think you can’t do it, but because I’d be no good without you.”
Xander smiled softly and reached over to thread his fingers with Frank’s as he shifted over enough to put his head on Frank’s shoulder. Frank smiled softly and kissed Xander on the head, happy everything was finally right in his world.