Aint This Awkward [Kyle/Augy]

[Kristopher Roberts]

Room number three had been rather silent as of late. But that was because the two brothers had been off doing their own things for a time. But today, both brothers where home and not really doing anything. For a change they had the day off and Kristopher took this time to take some well needed sleep. But he wasn't in his room, he was in Kyles.

The blond had been talking to his older brother about random things, here and there. Some amusing and others just kinda of what needs to be done. However, during Kristopher's moment of talking about the patient he met at work, someone by the name of Abel and how nice to was to meet new people...Kris had fallen asleep right on poor Kyle.

The blond was out like a light really. Sleeping and cuddling in his big over sized sweater that he liked to lodge in all the time. So it was no surprise that Kristopher did not stir from his brothers body, even when the front door opened of room three.

Augusta hadn't been back in the place for a long time and a lot of his stuff was still in his room. However, Kristopher made sure that his old loves room was still in order, everything folded, neatly put away and clean. He was taking care of Augusta even when he was not around. It was sweet but sad at the same time. Kristopher was still so very miserable and depressed, unlike his older brother that found some light at the end of the tunnel.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta didn't want to do this. In fact the only reason he was doing this was because he was tired of wearing the same pair of sock for three days in a row. But courage was not on Augy's side as of late. Piper had to literally push him out of the room to get him to go. It wasn't like she was going to let him back in without some new clothes. So he thought he might as well try. He prayed and prayed that nobody would be home and he could just get in and out without running into Kyle... or Kris for that matter. Little did the Frenchman know how wrong he was.

Augusta slipped through the door, closing it behind him, trying to stay quiet. He was hesitant as he looked around. Everywhere he looked made him remember things he wasn't sure he wanted to remember. He didn't bother taking off his shoes or his jacket as he slowly took the first step. He hadn't been back here in awhile, Piper had gotten him clothes but... that was it. He slowly got the bravery to walk through the room and passed right by Kyles on the way. He didn't stop walking, in fact he didn't notice Kyle was even in there, let alone Kris.

Augusta walked into his own room and was surprised at the sight of it, it was clean. He knew he had left the place a mess before but now, someone had cleaned it. He looked around and he noticed that Kristopher must have been the one to clean it... All he could imagine was Kris slowly picking up his things and setting them back into place. The dark-haired man pushed the visions aside and started to gather some clothes. " I don't think I can take much more of this..." he said softly to himself, after mumbling something in French.

[Kyle Roberts]

Believe it or not (and most everyone that had ever met him wouldn't), but Kyle was actually happy. His chores were done and his mistress had set neither him nor Kris any additional tasks, effectively leaving the day open for them to relax and catch up on old gossip. Even now he never lost the opportunity for a bit of teasing, though it was lighthearted enough to lose all of its bite. Kris was all he had left, and he couldn't risk losing him.

Eventually though the younger Roberts had fallen asleep, his golden locks strewn across Kyle's scar ridden chest. Kyle just smiled softly, idely patting the boy's head as he imagined what things would have been like had they all never been taken. Perhaps things would have been just like this, as near to perfect as they could get. He liked to think so at least.

Just as he himself was dozing, his keen ears picked up movement from outside. Now most people were scared to come around anymore, now that Kyle was staying here of course, and the few that weren't would have went directly to either his or Kris' room. But whoever it was bypassed his room completely, going to that of his brother's ex. The only person that Kyle could imagine would be going there was Piper, he hadn't seen the french bastard that used to reside there in days, and he was all the happier for it. However if it was Piper then he wanted to talk to her about something, she being about the only sensible person in this madhouse.

Slowly he slid his body out from under his little brother's, taking extra care not to wake the young blond up. He didn't bother to put on his shirt or boots, afterall she's seen his brother and Augusta in the same state of dress many times before, instead he just lightly padded to the door. There he stepped out into the main room, quietly closing the door so as not to disturb Kris, and moved to the room across the way. He was rather surprised to see not Piper, but Augusta. For a moment he stared at the frenchman, before his eyes unwidened, scarred body leaning against the doorframe. It was several minutes before he spoke, and when he did it was in a way that the other would find very hard not to notice. "Bien, bien. Se croire un chat cambrioleur faisons-nous?"

Trans: Well, well. Fancy ourselves a cat burglar do we?

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher personally did not like his large and fleshy body pillow sliding away from him. No, indeed he did not and so when Kyle pulled away from the sickly blond, he tired to hold onto his brother with his small hands. But he could not keep hold of him and so his weak fingers gave up and captured one of Kyle's pillows, using that instead. But it wasn't the same.

Kristopher was only barely awake when Kyle had closed the door. His green eyes opened for a moment and then closed once again. Hmm, he hoped Kyle would be back soon. It was nice staying with his brother and having someone to fall back on, talk to and just be around.

"Hmm." He moaned and put an arm over his face. The blond let out a sigh and listened to the silence of the room. Only hearing the light foot falls of his brothers feet. Then he caught the faint sounds of speech, or rather french.

"Bien, bien. Se croire un chat cambrioleur faisons-nous?"

Kristopher put no thought into it, he merely figured Piper was here again to get things for Augusta who might as well just move in with her at this rate. Really. So, to try and not get depressed. Kristopher tried to drift back into sleep and it was seeming to work...or so he was hoping.

Because if he heard Augusta's voice, even once, the blond would of jumped out of bed and go to see him. But he had no heard Augusta nor anyone but his brother and so he remained in the warm bed with his overly baggie sweater and shorts with warm knee high socks.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta piled a little bit of clothes and a book before he suddenly stopped and looked out the window. He sighed, and when he turned his back to the door he heard a voice. Not just any voice, the voice of somebody he did not want to deal with, Kyle. At the sound of the voice Augy jumped back and looked at Kyle with wide eyes. He gasped out before noticing who it was. He relaxed before his head actually processed what Kyle had said to him. Augy's face turned dark as he turned away and grabbed a black shirt.

"Cat cambrioleur? Je suis en désaccord, c'est ma chambre, je me suis permis d'être ici." he said before pulling out some socks. He sighed and started to pile the clothes he pulled out. " What do you want Kyle?" he asked, his voice a bit snappy. If Kyle was going to lecture him he just wanted ti to be over with. " I'm not going to be here forever..." he was masking his pain with anger. It was usual for Augy as of late.


Trans: Cat burglar? I disagree, this is my room, I'm allowed to be here.

[Kyle Roberts]

Kyle just chuckles in response, amused at the other's reaction to his mere presence. "Si vous êtes vraiment la bienvenue, alors pourquoi êtes-vous faufiler au sujet comme un voleur dans l'obscurité?" He was rather enjoying this little game of pissing off Augusta, it had always been one of his favorite pasttimes. Mainly because the man always took everything to heart so easily. Should think he'd never learned to develop a sense of humor wouldn't you?

A look of feigned shock crossed his features, as though he were surprised at the question. "Me? Why I'm just here to say hello Augusta." His face hardened, not dark like Augusta's, but cold. "You clearly don't like me, and I can't really say I'm all that fond of you all things considered. But your not an idiot Augusta. And I want to know what the hell was in that head of yours."

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Cat cambrioleur? Je suis en désaccord, c'est ma chambre, je me suis permis d'être ici."

"Si vous êtes vraiment la bienvenue, alors pourquoi êtes-vous faufiler au sujet comme un voleur dans l'obscurité?"


Okay, seriously, that was too much french going on in this home. He knew his brother could speak it but he knew Piper could not. Furthermore, that didn't sound at all like a female voice Kyle was speaking too. The blond rubbed his green eyes for a moment and sat up, staring at the slightly closed door, listening.

" I'm not going to be here forever..."

"Me? Why I'm just here to say hello Augusta."


Wait. That sounded like Augusta...but what would he be back here for? Was he coming to apologize? That suddenly made Kris perk up and then fall right back into hell when he stated he wouldn't be here long. So he did not come to see him at all. Kristopher felt his shoulders hunch over in depression. But he smacked himself on the side of the face.

"Don't be a sissy." he whispered to himself. "Go out there, say hi at least. Show him you're not upset. That...that your...your...who am I kidding." The blond muttered to himself and slowly slid his feet over on the side and moved towards he bedroom door. He slowly cracked it open, listening to the words.

"You clearly don't like me, and I can't really say I'm all that fond of you all things considered. But your not an idiot Augusta. And I want to know what the hell was in that head of yours."

Kristopher chewed on his lip for a moment as he slipped out from the doorway and into the hallway. Kyle wouldn't be able to see him at this angle, let alone hear him. Kristopher was a softer walker anyways and with socks he was as silent as a mouse. The blond pulled his sleeves over his thing fingers, tugging at the fabric as his eyes locked onto his brother leaning onto Augusta's door frame.

Should he approach his brother and the doorway to his hell or just go back and pretend to be asleep. To not see Augusta. The blond decided not to get too close for the moment and stay off in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Watching, waiting and listening. Trying to decide.

He wanted to hear what Augusta had to say anyways...even if it would just be french. It was nice to hear him again. But if Kyle or Augusta looked at him or came by, he would smile softly, wear the mask again.

He would do it.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta sighed softly, Kyle was right, if he was welcome he wouldn't have to sneak around. But he didn't think it was that he was unwelcome, he was just scared to be here. He looked over a Kyle before returning back to the clothes. He patted down the pile before stopping and staring at the clothes. He sat there for a second, it was obvious at this point that Augusta was trying o hide his sadness with anger.

"You clearly don't like me, and I can't really say I'm all that fond of you all things considered. But your not an idiot Augusta. And I want to know what the hell was in that head of yours."

Augusta frowned and nodded at the fact that he didn't particularly like Kyle. He sighed and picked up one of the shirts he had in his pile. It wasn't a dark fabric, in fact it was white and long-sleeved. He held it in his hands before glancing over at Kyle. " Your not the only one..." he said and held the shirt in his slightly pale hands. " I really have no idea why I did that... personally I think I was just... angry..." he said and threw the shirt casually over to the top of the bed, away from his pile of clothes. He glanced over at the window again and then sighed once more. " He kept saying all these things, they were true but... I guess I just didn't want to hear it... " he said and sighed for the millionth time.

[Kyle Roberts]

He simply stood and stared in silence as the man went about moving around his clothes. It was really pretty obvious why he was here, afterall it was just recently that he himself had been in the same sorry state. It wasn't very fragrant to be sure.

When the words finished he bowed his head, eyes closing against his own pain. Thoughts of Kris and Augusta only brought up memories that he wanted desperately to leave hidden. It was always a losing battle, he knew that he would never forget. It was a part of him, whether he wanted it to be or not. Looking up at the man in front of him, a deep sadness pervaded his every motion as he moved forward. One hand came up, hesitating a moment before grasping the man's shoulder. "I understand how it is Augy..."

With a sigh he let go, turning back towards the door. He took several steps toward it before he stopped, standing just inside. For several minutes he stood in silence, staring at the floor. It wasn't easy to say it, but he was resolved to nonetheless. "We should talk about it sometime..." The world was officially ending.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" He kept saying all these things, they were true but... I guess I just didn't want to hear it... "

No new information there for Kristopher to try and grasp. Maybe he should of just stayed in Kyle's bedroom. Not like his appearance was going to change anything. However, he stayed where he was for the time being. Luckily, Kris did not hear his brothers words or it would of been the end of the world. He would of thought his brother was seriously ill! Or something...

The blond looked down at his feet as his older brother came to stand in the door way again. He supposed he outta face the music. So letting out a deep sigh with breath he did not even know he was holding, he walked to the door.

He stood off to the side, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be seen by Augusta to be honest. Even so he fixed his hair a little but there wasn't much to do about his wild curls.

Reaching out with his hand, he placed it on Kyle's shoulder. His arm being the only thing to be seen as his back was against the wall near the door. "Kyle." The blond said softly. His brain raced for an excuse to be in the hall and down this way. Maybe he could pretend he just walked in, didn't hear Augusta. But that would be a lie. Even so, he tired.

"Where's the extra blankets?" he asked, sounding as tired as he could and not sound fake. He was pretending he was half asleep. So he twisted his body then, facing the doorway but not looking into it. He was afraid too even if his face did not show it. "I'm cold." Then as always with bad timing, he coughed.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta stood and looked at the shirt he had thrown away from him. He heard Kyle walk over but didn't really care until Kyle touched him. Augusta quickly moved away from the touch, but heard Kyle and frowned, suddenly anger swelled up inside him. How the hell did Kyle understand?! Really!? Sure he understood the feeling of being lonely, but everything was beyond him. The dark-haired man wondered why Kyle would say that, normally Kyle would have said something mean to him. It was mutual hate. Well, at least not all of the Roberts's hated him.

Augy then changed his mind about the white shirt as he walked to the top of the bed and picked the shirt back up. As he held the shirt in his hands again he looked up at a cough. Wasn't it sad when you could determine who the person was by how they coughed? Augusta looked up, looking at the hand on Kyle's shoulder. He suddenly wanted to run away, very, very quickly. He wanted to jump out the window just to get away from this sudden awkwardness.

Augusta still held the shirt in his hands, not letting it go. He just looked at the doorway, he couldn't see Kristopher, but he knew the blond was there. " Great... it this your guy's idea of making me feel like shit? Let me come in here and then let Kris show up all innocent and make me feel like the bad guy? Yeah well, I already feel like the bad guy, I have for god knows how long! I regret everything I said then so..." Augy walked over to his trunk and slammed the thing closed before reaching over and grabbing a couple more books before tossing them onto the pile of things he needed to take to Pipers.

[Kyle Roberts]

The hand on his arm startled him a bit, bringing his gaze up in surprise. When his eyes fell on his little brother though he relaxed, giving him a warm smile. He wasn't fooled in the least by the boy's acting, but he didn't let on like he knew either. Instead he decided to just play along, and had just started to open his mouth when Augusta beat him to the punch. I swear sometimes I wanna knock the living shit out of that boy..."

Kyle just sighed, or was it a growl? To be honest it was close enough that it was probably just safer to call it both. It seemed that he'd misjudged the man all along, that is, if this is truly what he was. here all this time he'd taken him for a genius, only to have him turn out to be an utter moron. "It seems I was wrong. Your a damned fool Augusta Davingoun."

Stepping further out into the main room he grasped Kris by his shoulder, dragging the blond off of the wall. "This is for your own good Kris..." With that he shoved the boy forwards, into the room with Augusta. "Now here's the deal. Neither of you idiots is getting out till you can play nice and screw like the happy little gay boys your supposed to be. Cheerio." With a smarmy smile and wave he promptly slammed the door shut on them, leaning his full weight against it to keep it shut. Hopefully this particular plan would work out, though he didn't really have a great track record in the strategy department.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Great... it this your guy's idea of making me feel like shit? Let me come in here and then let Kris show up all innocent and make me feel like the bad guy? Yeah well, I already feel like the bad guy, I have for god knows how long! I regret everything I said then so..."

Kristopher couldn't help it, he flinched at those words as well as the trunk being slammed shut. He really wanted to go back into Kyles room. Leave Augusta alone and let him ago about his life and the like. But that wasn't going to happen, he had the urking feeling. "I...I didn't know you where here..." Kris managed to get out which was the truth, he didn't know until a few moments ago.

Yes, Kristopher wanted to go back to the safety of his brothers room but the look Kyle was giving him. "Kyle...?" He asked softly as his brother took him by the shoulder and turned him towards the door. Kristophers eyes grew wide then, oh God...Kyle wouldn't!

"This is for your own good Kris..."

Yep, Kyle so did. Now Kristopher was in the room with Augusta, in his room with the door closed. In panic Kristopher turned around and banged on the door.

"Now here's the deal. Neither of you idiots is getting out till you can play nice and screw like the happy little gay boys your supposed to be. Cheerio."

"Kyle! Kyle!" He wanted to yell for him to be let out, to cry even but he didn't. No, instead he faced the door, leaning on it and letting his fist relax against the wood. He really didn't want to look at Augusta. But standing here wasn't going to do a damn thing.

The ticking of clocks echoed through the room and only added to Kristopher's terror. Kris slowly turned and leaned his back against the door, hands behind him and head bowed. God. Now what? Was Augusta going to scream at him again. He was waiting for it. New it was coming.

"S-sorry." Kristopher managed to get out after a long moment. "I k-know you don't want to see me." Kris wasn't even going to try it seemed. He just wanted to get out of the room. "b-but do you want me to--to help with um...anything." Anything at all to get his mind off the matter. Anything.

[Augusta Davingoun]

At first Augusta was offended when Kyle called him a fool, he almost said something but as soon as he opened his mouth he found Kristopher shoved into the room and then Kyle gave them a serious look.

"Now here's the deal. Neither of you idiots is getting out till you can play nice and screw like the happy little gay boys your supposed to be. Cheerio."

Augusta was shocked and took a step forward, " KYLE!!" he yelled but then the door was closed and Kris was banging on the door. W--what was this!? What did Kyle think he was doing!? Augusta sighed and just watched the blond turned with his head down. Kris looked like pathetic like that. What did Kris think Augy was gonna do? If the blond had known how utterly sorry Augy was then it would be different. Soon the silence took over, the ticking of clocks used to sooth him, eased his suffering, but now it sounded like a death march.

"S-sorry. I k-know you don't want to see me. b-but do you want me to--to help with um...anything."

Augusta looked away. He couldn't handle hearing Kris talk like that. " T--that's not true..." is all he said as he looked over to the pile of clothes on the bed. He returned to folding the clothes slowly. With care, he picked up on item after another and folded it just like Kristopher had taught him. Only after five minutes or so did Augy actually speak. " I didn't mean what I said... about the whole 'don't call me Augy thing.' I was really angry..." he said and picked the white shirt back up. " I--I was really, really angry and... stupid... Kyle was right, I may be a genius but I'm a damned fool..."

Augy held the shirt close before looking away from Kris and at the window, it wasn't rainy today. " Only a fool would do something so stupid..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" T--that's not true... I didn't mean what I said... about the whole 'don't call me Augy thing.' I was really angry...I--I was really, really angry and... stupid... Kyle was right, I may be a genius but I'm a damned fool... Only a fool would do something so stupid..."

He didn't look up, no he stayed where he was and pulling at his ever streched out sleeves. He was nervous, uneasy and wanted out of the room. He wasn't ready to deal with this, not Augusta right now. He was still trying to work things out in his head, how to correct issues. What he did wrong, everything.

But he didn't know what to say so he did not say a thing. The blond was trying to find something distracting but it didn't seem to be working. He could hear Augusta's words but couldn't respond to them. Even if Augusta said he was a moron, which was true but still...

Kristophers green eyes buzzed about in his head, looking at everything, "Davingoun..." he said, the only thing he could think to say right now. Then finally, he took a deep breath. "I--It's fine. I'm okay." He was, wasn't he?

Hell no, he was lying and lying to himself as well. But it was the only he could do right now.