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him, the way he longed for him when he wasn't there, the
hole in his life which Damien's absence caused. He knew he
loved Damien and always would, and he wanted to spend the
rest of his life getting to know him, being with him, and loving
him. He had to believe that Fate had brought them together,
despite the fact that they were born into different eras,
different times.
Fate was when two people were in the right place at the
right time, when something was meant to be. His being with
Damien went beyond chance or luck or a simple toss of the
dice. The odds against their ever meeting must be
astronomical. And yet here they were. Together. It had to be
Fate.
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"I love you, too, Jakob. I want to be with you." Damien's
lips caressed Jakob's forehead.
"Have you heard the laughter anymore?"
"Yes, it's been haunting me, until just a short while ago.
Jakob." He tilted the brunet's head back, looking into his
eyes. He wasn't smiling. "Jakob, if something should happen,
please don't forget me. And please know that you are the
only one I have ever loved. The only one."
"Sssh, don't talk like that." Jakob stilled the blond's words
with a kiss. "I'll find a way for us to be together. Please, don't
worry."
"I used to be afraid," Damien said, hesitantly. "For a long
time. I was afraid that I would never see my fathers again,
never find my way home, never leave this place. I know now
that I will not see them again. But I have found my way to
you. Your heart is my home now. And I know that I shall
always live inside of you."
A wrenching pain pierced Jakob's heart. Why did he sound
so final, as if this was the end? It couldn't be. He refused to
allow it to be. No matter what he had to do, he'd do it. He'd
sell his very soul just to have Damien with him, safe and
happy. No matter what it took.
"This isn't over," Jakob protested, wrapping his arms about
him more securely. "Not over. I won't lose you. I won't. I
need you, need you too much to let you go."
"I'm afraid we don't have a choice," Damien whispered.
"Something or someone is working against us."
Their lips met in protest of what was happening. Jakob
tightened his fingers in Damien's hair. He refused to accept
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what the other was saying. He would fight for Damien with all
of his life; as long as he lived and breathed, he would fight for
him.
"Jakob, it's happening again," Damien murmured against
his mouth. "I can feel it. Do you hear? Can you hear the
laughter? I'm afr "
"NOOOOOO!" Jakob instinctively clung to Damien, as if by
sheer dint of will alone he could hold him there. He could feel
him, so solid beneath his embrace, so warm, so wonderful.
And then he was gone, and Jakob was left with his arms
dangling in empty air.
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Chapter 15
Jakob opened his eyes at the sound of his alarm to find
himself in his bed at the hotel once more. The blankets and
sheets lay in a tangled snarl at his feet. And he was quite
alone. His heart beat wildly. His time with Damien had been
so short. That couldn't be good. He had to act, and he had to
act now.
He grabbed for the Nokia, flipped it open and pressed 1 for
Abram. His friend answered quickly.
"Jakob, what is wrong? What has happened?"
"Abram, it's getting worse. I have to find him now, or I'm
afraid I'm going to lose him forever."
"Alright, let's not panic." Abram's voice was the calm in the
midst of Jakob's storm, soothing and serene. "Hold on a
moment. Let me get my notes." There was an interval of
silence, before Abram returned. "Sorry, I had to turn on my
lamp so I could see."
"That's okay. What notes do you mean?"
"Notes from my talk with my rabbi. He says what we need
do to is to perform a hatavat halom."
"A what?"
"A hatavat halom. It's a Jewish ritual. It means making the
dream better."
"How do we do that?" Jakob asked.
"Normally you would need a rabbi, but in this case I think
we must improvise, in the interests of time."
"Improvise how? I don't understand?"
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"Well, a traditional hatavat halom would involve the rabbi
changing the interpretation of the dream, to give it a good
meaning. But in your case, we need something a little more
physical. Have you ever seen a movie called Nightmare on
Elm Street?"
That was one question Jakob hadn't expected. "With
Freddie Krueger and his finger knives? Sure, who hasn't?
What of it?"
"Do you remember how the girl brought Freddie back into
her world from his dream world?"
Damn. He hadn't seen that film in a very long time. Jakob
racked his brain, trying to remember. It didn't help. "No, I
don't remember."
"She grabbed hold of him, and she held on to him, and she
had her friend wake her up while she was still holding him,
and he came back to her world with her."
"Sounds fascinating, Abram, but this isn't a movie. What
am I supposed to do, look for some finger knives?"
"No, Jakob, use some of your famous common sense,"
Abram admonished him gently. "You're letting your emotions
take over. Something, I might add, I've not seen before with
you. Think. She brought him back to her world from his by
holding on to him...."
"And having someone wake her. I get it," Jakob finished,
catching on at last. "There's only one problem with that,
Abram. I'm the only one here. I don't have a friend close
enough to help, since you're in Karlsruhe. Not exactly a hop,
skip, and a jump, you know?"
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"Not a friend, no," Abram agreed, "but a cousin in the next
room." He let the inference work its way into Jakob's brain.
"Albert?"
"You got another I don't know about?"
"No, I mean, I know you mean Albert. I just mean, Albert?
Seriously?"
"Seriously, my friend, do you see an alternative? You don't
have time for me to get there, which I would if I thought it
would help; I'd leave right this minute. But I'm afraid I would
be too late."
Jakob couldn't help but see the wisdom in Abram's words.
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