Love Though Any Time (12/?) Torchwood NC-17
Chapter Eleven
James
Emmett and I had a huge chat that night about our families, friends and our lives in general. Emmett’s face seemed to light up when I talked about my life and various events that had affected my well being over the years. I even told him about my bipolar which was hard to do. He noticed my tears but said nothing. He probably didn’t want to offend me but it seemed that he was supporting me by the look in his eyes.
Emmett’s stories though were very interesting and even better than mine. He talked about flying with Jack’s plane beside him and how they looked after each other up in the air. He told me the story about how he had once saved Jack in a bar but didn’t elaborate about why Jack had told him about his immortality. I decided that I didn’t want to know since it wasn’t really my business.
Over the next few weeks our friendship started to grow. I took him out to cafes and restaurants but I kept him away from the gay nightclubs since I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The subject about gay relationships was avoided but I really wanted to discuss it. He never asked me about it but I hoped that he would talk to Jack since he knew about the subject better than anyone. The flirting continued between us but that was where it had stopped. I really was starting to fall for him.
One night I woke up to music coming from across the corridor. It seemed to be the soothing, jazzy sounds of Glenn Miller which I loved with a passion. I pushed back the sheets and grabbed my robe from the door handle. Quietly I made my way across to Emmett’s room and opened the door. The record player was playing while sitting on the table up against the opposite wall. Emmett was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands sobbing to himself.
It reminded me of what I would go through when I was alone sometimes. Though it would be Radiohead playing on the laptop while I lay on the bed with tears slowly running down my cheeks. I sat down beside him and put my arm around him. He looked up from his tears.
“Oh I woke you up,” He said with a frown, “I’m so sorry.”
“No don’t apologise,” I told him with a smile, “Glenn Miller is very soothing,”
“It is isn’t it?” He said with a smile, “Sorry I’ve been having very bad dreams.” He confessed with a shrug, “About the war, I know it’s over now but to me it’s still going.”
“I completely understand,” I replied removing my arm and looking down at the ground, “You’re a WW2 pilot who supposed to be fighting.” I went on with a sigh, “You’re not suppose to be here.” I finished and looked back at him.
“Well I am, aren’t I,” Emmett said putting a hand through my hair, “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Well is it?” I asked rather angrily, “I mean wouldn’t you like to be back there fighting for your country?” I went on, now with tears forming in my eyes. Emmett sat there stunned.
“Are you alright James?” He asked now very worried, “I’m not lying when I say I would love to go back but for these past couple of weeks I....” He began but I interrupted.
“Sorry, it’s just I’ve noticed that you still feel uncomfortable,” I confessed rather embarrassed. Emmett started to smile.
“Yes I am but it’s not because I do feel I’m not coping, because I am,” He replied standing up, “It’s because I’m in love with someone,” He said grabbing my hand.
“Who would that be?” I asked standing up and feeling myself being lead into the dancing position. Emmett held me closer to him as Moonlight Serenade played on the record player. “Do you want me to give you advice?”
“No I think that I can tell him myself,” Emmett said with a smile, “As he is dancing with me right at this moment.”
I pulled back and didn’t know what to say. I knew that Emmett was attracted to me and that it was why he wanted to get to know me. I noticed though that he looked ashamed.
“James, I love you but I have this feeling that I shouldn’t be,” Emmett confessed running a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry I even told you.”
“Emmett, please don’t feel ashamed,” I told him taking his hand. Emmett looked up at me before pushing me back towards him. Instead of dancing I felt his lips touch mine softly before he pulled back with his head down.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t of done that,” He said before sitting back down on the bed, “I know you are also attracted to men but I don’t deserve you.”
Those last words seemed to hit me hard causing me to hurry from the room. Back in my bedroom the tears started to fall as I just sat on the bed staring at the door.