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"He's left Islam, and besides that, he's accepting of me being gay. He won't have a problem with you. In fact, I think you'll be good for him. I get the feeling he wants to experience life for a change. He was sheltered his entire life, living under Sharia Law. If he joins, take him out for a beer, talk him into getting a tattoo." Beau grinned. "Seriously, he's way cool. He's down to earth and a damn good doctor. You'd be lucky to add him to the team."
"Well, we aren't going to have an easy time finding someone, so if he's willing, he's in." D glanced at Jeremy. "Right?"
"Yeah, as long as he can handle us, we can handle him. He's welcome to use one of the rooms here until he gets a place. He'll probably want to be here a lot at first anyway to get the room set up how he wants it." Jeremy shrugged.
"Speaking of which, thanks for all the stuff you sent us. I've left most of it boxed until we find a doctor, but you sent anything we could need on our own." D stood, going to the fridge, and pulling out another beer. He lifted it towards Jeremy. "Another?"
"No thanks." Jeremy still had half a bottle left.
"I wanted you to be prepared. I know you well enough that be it a sprained ankle or a deep papercut, you are one I know can't be without some medical supplies for long," Beau teased.
"You're clumsy?" Jeremy asked. He hadn't seen any signs of it, but then again, they hadn't really left the house much.
Beau laughed. "Careless might be a better word."
D sat down again. "Hey, I'm not careless. I just play hard."
"You'll learn how to wrap a sprained ankle quickly with him around." Beau nudged D with his hand.
"If I ever get to go hang out in public again." D sighed.
"You will. The news is slowly forgetting about you back home. If they aren't talking about you, the rest of the country won't be either. Just give it time. Dyeing your hair back dark probably wasn't the best idea you had." Beau tugged on a long lock of D's hair.
"You know I love Faith, but her hairdressing skills are lacking. I had like four different colors in my hair, besides, I looked like an idiot with blonde hair. That wasn't me," D argued.
"That was the point." Jeremy sighed.
"Hey, you're not the one everyone's looking for." D glared.
"No, but I also didn't escape from jail, and I moved a lot farther from home than you did. My face wasn't on national news either." Jeremy rolled his eyes at D. They'd argued this all before.
"Well, I am glad to see you two are getting along. When you left California, D, you were so tense I worried you'd pick a fight with whoever they tried to team you up with. You'd either beat them down or fuck them hard to alleviate all that shit you were carrying with you." Beau leaned back in his chair.
D laughed.
Jeremy swore his cheeks were on fire. He was too old to blush, wasn't he?
"Oh, really?" Beau caught on right away. "So that's how it is?"
Jeremy shrugged and grinned. "It was better than being beat down."
Beau laughed. "I don't know. I've heard Dys… D having sex before. It sounded about like the same thing."
Jeremy dipped his head as his cheeks heated even more. He wasn't used to talking about his sex life with anyone, let alone joking about it.
D didn't seem to mind. "Can you blame us? We were both uprooted from our lives and tossed into this house together to create an impossible team. We had to work off some of the stress."
"I agree, you did. I just didn't expect it to be with each other. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing. Right now, if you can get what you need here and not go putting yourself out in public, then I'm all for it. The last thing you need is for your addiction to get you caught." Beau stared at D.
"Addiction?" Jeremy raised a brow.
"You mean you haven't noticed? He needs it almost daily or he becomes a bear. Even when he was stabbed, he was trying to figure out how he could still perform. I don't know if it's really an addiction, but he's a hell of a lot easier to deal with when he's getting some." Beau watched the two of them closely.
Jeremy glanced at D. "I didn't know that, but it's good information to have. I know how to talk him down now if he gets worked up."
D flipped him off.
Beau laughed. "You two will work great together. I can tell already. You'll be even better than Bryon and Carter in no time. Don't let those two tell you how to run things. Follow their plan, do what works, keep the rules strict, but make this team yours. What works for us out in California might not work here. Make this your own."
