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Rescue Me	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hey! I'm sooooooooooo
sorry, its taken so long to get this next chapter posted, but I had some
difficulties writing it. There was just
so much I wanted to put into this chapter and I don’t think I did it
justice. Please forgive me if you find
this poorly written.

But I don’t feel too strange for you

Don’t know exactly what you do

I think when love is pure you try

To understand the reasons why
Daniel sighed looking down at his watch for the fifth time that hour. It was Friday and he was dying to get off work and get home. Darren had finally begun to go back to work at the music store, easing Daniel’s worry slightly. He seemed to be doing better; as long as he was around people and kept busy he was okay. But his eyes were still lacking that sparkle, that bit of laughter, the hint of mischief that Daniel had fallen in love with. Daniel only hoped that he could bring it back some how.
It was 4:47, Darren usually got home around 5:30 to get ready for the gigs they had every Friday and Daniel wanted to get there first. He didn’t like for Darren to be alone. A co-worker friend of his passed by and Daniel gave him a slight up-nod. He checked his watch again, eleven minutes to five…
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Darren groaned at the “ching” of the cash registrar as he bagged yet another faceless customer’s purchase. As she walked away he risked a glance at the clock.
Ten more minutes…
Darren smiled halfheartedly at Jennifer, one of his co-workers and a good friend of his. He knew she knew something was wrong. He found it hard to lie to her, maybe it was because her eyes looked so much like Daniel’s. Shades of green intertwined with blue, tiny flecks of brown speckling them…Darren sighed, looking at her always reminded him of what he longed for…of what he could never have.
He hung up his navy blue vest, signifying him as a worker and began walking out towards the door.
“Bye Darren!” Jennifer said brightly, smiling at him showing her immaculately white teeth. “See you tomorrow!”
“Bye…” he said, trying to match her enthusiasm but, as usual, failing miserably. Then he added, after a considerable pause, “See you tomorrow…” The little bell hanging over the door jingled faintly as he exited out onto the street.
He felt tired, people shoved passed him like he wasn’t even there, like he was a piece of garbage, unwanted rubbish that somebody had discarded onto the lonely streets. He was nothing, he deserved to be trampled on, he deserved to be—
“Hey Darren wait up! I need to talk to you.” It was Jennifer, weaving her way through the densely packed walkway. Darren almost turned away trying to avoid her, then decided against it, staying where he was. When she finally made it to him she smiled though she looked serious.
“I wanted to talk to you about your sister,” she began.
“My sister?” Darren asked momentarily confused, a passerby ran into him from behind.
“Oh sorry man didn’t see you there.” The man said, pulling up his coat anuinnuinnuing on his way. ‘Of course he didn’t’ Darren thought angrily.
“Yeah, your sister. Can we go someplace a little less crowded?” Darren looked at his watch, he had a few minutes.
“Okay, su—“he started but she was already dragging him towards a nearby Starbucks Café.
They sat down across from each other at the little table in the far back of the café. The aroma of specialty coffees filled Darren’s senses making his mind fuzzy and his thoughts unclear. Jennifer cleared her throat almost nervously before she began.
“Darren…your sister never had to go in for surgery did she?” Jennifer questioned already knowing the answer. Darren’s mouth fell open a little but he quickly recovered.
“No, I mean yes! Yes she did, she had to…had to have her appendix taken out.” He said, rather unconvincingly.
“Darren, I spoke to her this morning she’s perfectly fine, she was a bit concerned about you though, said you’d stopped calling her as much as you used to. Wanted to know if there was anything wrong…what’s going on Darren?” She looked at him with a caring expression on her face, but all he saw was the disappointment in her eyes. It screamed volumes at him.
“Um…I…er…I…” his mind was screaming at him to think of something quick but he kept drawing a blank, the intoxicating fumes of the differeoffeoffees nearly overwhelming.
“Darren, what’s wrong? You can tell me. You used to tell me everything.” Her voice sounded hurt. What she said was true. Darren had always told her everything, confessing his secrets to her as he could not do to Daniel. She was the first, and so far only, person he had confessed about being a bi-sexual to, she had been very supportive of him. “I thought we were friends.”
“I…” Darren sighed, he couldn’t tell her, couldn’t stand to see the worried sorrowful look in her eyes as well. He was already haunted by it at home…
“And what’s with the long-sleeved shirts all of the sudden?” She added, indicating the soft-black shirt he was wearing, the sleeves of which reached all the way down to his thumbs, just covering his wrists “And your hair, it’s like your trying to hide yourself or something.” Darren trembled, he couldn’t handle this, he was about to fall apart right there in the coffee shop.
“I…” his lip quivered and tears welled up in his eyes, why was she doing this to him?
“Darren,” She said gently, reaching across the small table and placing her hand upon his arm supportively. “Is somebody hurting you?”
“What?! No!” She thought he was being hit? “No, not at all!”
“Are you sure? You can tell me you know. I want to help you.” Great, now she thought he was weak too. Maybe he was…after all, he’d be dead now if it weren’t for Daniel…Daniel! He looked down at his watch, it was already 5:30, it was going to take him at least ten minutes to get home and another twenty to get ready. They couldn’t be late for their gig at the local pub or they’d lose it.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I gotta go, Danny’s gonna kill me!” He couldn’t believe how late it had gotten, but part of him was happy, he had an excuse to get away from Jennifer. He jd upd up from the table quickly making his exit, ignoring her when she called after him.
‘Danny…?’ she thought, ‘could he be the one hurting Darren?’ Jennifer didn’t like this “Danny” already. She was going to find out what was going on.
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Daniel sighed, looking at the small digital clock in the microwave. It was 5:35 but there was still no Darren to be seen.arrearren knew they had a gig tonight, what could be holding him up? He walked around the small apartment restlessly, he knew he was just being paranoid, Darren was only five minutes late, but then again Darren was never late and it took him forever to make himself presentable. Daniel always thought that Darren was too hard on himself, constantly throwing all sorts of hair supplies onto his scalp, never satisfied with the way he looked, far to critical of his own appearance, especially since he always looked fantastic no matter what he wore, or how his hair looked.
Deciding to wait it out, Daniel made his way to the refrigerator for a snack. He unwrapped a can of Ravioli but cursed when he noticed the small green growth that had formed on the side of some of the meat-filled pasta.
“Dammit!’ he cursed throwing the can into the garbage angrily and washing his hands in the sink.
“Danny?” came Darren’s timid voice from the entry way to the kitchen “What’s wrong?” Daniel turned around to see Darren’s shy form padding into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.
“Nothing,” he murmured, “Where were you?”
“Sorry…I just got, held up for a few minutes, I didn’t mean to be so late.” Daniel sighed sitting down at the table.
“I’ve got all the equipment loaded and I’m ready to go.” Darren nodded,
“I’ll hurry” he said already making his way to the bathroom.
Darren sighed, he had grown to hate the bathroom, though the royal blue rug that covered most of the tile was an added improvement. Yet another hand-mirror adorned the wall, they could not afford to replace the large one at the moment. He looked down, searching for the blue bottle that held his hair gel, there it was. He combed through his hair quickly, parted it on one side, then the other. Nothing looked right, ‘Dammit!’ he mentally cursed. He was running out of time, they were already going to be late as it was. Wetting his hair, he set to work again…
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“Wont you leave me in the darkness, take away my pride, all the dignity that’s burning inside…Can’t you see I’m standing naked, I’ll bare all the crosses and the crucifixes you can provide…if you can decide…” Darren sang his heart out, pouring every drop of emotion he could muster into the words of the song. He had written it for Daniel, and it was quickly becoming one of his favorites, if only he could make Danny see the hidden meaning behind it, it held so much for Darren, so much that it literally broke his heart every time he sang it. But it was a good hurt, one he couldn’t quite explain. “Just a twist in time…”
The song ended and a few of the drunks at the bar clapped, or tried to, depending on the state of intoxication they were in. The bar stank of liquor and cigarettes. It was dark, save for the neon beer signs and soft lights hanging over the makeshift stage where Darren stood. Peanut shells and wrappers littered the ground around him. Daniel’s guitar case lay open, off to the side, a few dollar bills thrown carelessly inside. Darren looked back to the blonde silently asking him if they were to play another song. Daniel shook his head tiredly. He was exhausted, both emotionally and physically
The night had been a bust anyway, the bar was deserted of anyone who might be remotely interested in their music. Despite the group of local drunks who had been known to clap for the cockroaches that scurried across the floor from time to time. It had been a big attraction the week before.
“Hey, sorry guys,” It was Daniels friend, Darren couldn’t quite remember his name. “The place has been kind of slow since that new bar opened up down the street, everybody seems to want new things, no appreciation for the originals.”
“Ah it’s okay Roy.” Daniel smiled while Darren mentally kicked himself for not being able to remember Roy’s name
“I think Doze and I are tired out anyway.” Darren cringed, he hate his childhood nickname. Though it was meant to be a loving name from his parents Darren didn’t find having himself compared to a bulldozer very flattering. “Right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, tired.” Darren yawned, emphasizing his point. Roy laughed,
“Okay guys, take care, see you later.” He turned going back to work.
Daniel knelt down beside his guitar case, pocketing the few dollars, a couple of coins, a bottle cap, and a bus pass, while Darren began taking care of the rest of the equipment.
DozeDoze, can you start taking the stuff out to the car? I have to go to the bath room,” Daniel asked, already heading for the dingy door of the men’s room.
“Yeah, sure.” Darren said tiredly, wishing he was already home and in his bed. Their car was parked out in the back alley, to avoid taking up a space that another ‘paying’ customer might like to use. It was less of a distance to lug the heavy equipment anyway so Darren didn’t mind. He focused all the energy in his tired limbs to lift Daniel’s “Prized Treasures” and half carry, half drag them out to the car. As he passed by slowly a couple of the men, who were obviously drunk off their arses, applauded him just for the hell of it.
“Here, let me help you with that.” A non-slurred voice offered, lifting the other side of the box Darren had piled everything into.
“Thanks Danny, it’s about time y—“Darren looked up, his face turning a slight shade of red when he noticed that the man helping him was not his band mate at all. His hair as the same sandy blonde, but the man’s eyes were deep brown, almost black.
“Name’s Ryan actually,” the man chuckled, “Now where are you heading with this thing?”
“uh, out there,” Darren motioned towards the brown-colored door, paint was chipping off it’s edges and the metal hinges beginning to rust with age. “Thanks” Darren smiled at the helpful stranger and together they made it out of the bar and into the alley.
The fresh air hit Darren’s face like an icy slap. He hadn’t realized how warm and stuffy it was inside the bar.
“That’s my car.” He stated, ushering the other man towards the old white vehicle.
“You sang very well in there,” Ryan commented as Darren shifted his weight to get his keys- a compliment.
“Thank you,” Darren blushed, not finding his keys. Oh well Danny had a set anyway, where was he?
“You looked great up on that stage…the way you moved, enthralling…” the man said, almost seductively, dropping his end of the load, causing Darren to fall forward dropping it all.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, hoping nothing was broken. “Wh-what did you say?” Darren became aware, for the first time, of the other man’s intimate glance.
“I said you looked amazing tonight.” He helped Darren up again, brushing back a raven lock of hair that had fallen in his face. “I love what you’ve done with your hair as well, I liked it before, of course, but now it’s breathtaking…”
“Huh?” Darren stepped back from Ryan nervously. “What are you talking about? Wait, I’ve seen you before.” Darren thought out loud. Who was this man?
“Yes, I’m glad you noticed me. I watch you perform every week…It’s like a religion…I just never had the guts to tell you, but I saw you tonight, and with that oaf of a guitarist out of the way I figured…now was my chance. You’re beautiful…I want you…” Getting nervous, Darren glanced at the door, Danny was taking a long time…
“Uh, yeah… I'm gonna go back inside now…” he said slowly, walking backwards towards the door.
“NO!” Ryan shouted, unable to stop himself from grabbing Darren’s arm. “You can’t go. Not now. I finally tell you how I feel, and, and, you just are going to walk away?!” Darren cried out in pain as the larger man shoved him against the brick wall.
“Let go, your hurting me.” He whimpered, pathetically trying to push Ryan away. “Help!!!” he screamed. Ryan’s eyes went wide and a calloused hand clamped down onto Darren’s mouth.
“Shhh…Be quiet!” he hissed, his brown eyes both lustful and worried. Darren squirmed against the wall screaming into Ryan's hand. Panicking he bit down on the rough skin causing Ryan to shout in pain.
“Shit!” he removed his hand punching Darren in the face as he did so. Darren cried out weakly as Ryan punched him again, this time in the stomach. He tried to fight back but Ryan was too quick for him.
“Stay still!” He shoved him back against the wall only causing Darren to squirm harder. To Darren’s horror, Ryan’s lips came crushing down on hin win with full force bruising the plush tender skin. When his tongue began forcefully probing Darren’s mouth the young singer didn’t know what else to do. He bit down cringing when the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Ryan screamed again slapping Darren hard in the face, adding to the pain of his already-swollen eye.
Ryan heard footsteps coming from the other side of the thick door. It was time to go, he thought to himself, dropping Darren and quickly retreating into the darkness of the black alley. Darren slumped to the ground in a broken heap, trembling.
Daniel stepped out stepped out into the brisk night air, breathing in deeply. He looked around in search of his companion, gasping when he saw the dark-haired singers trembling form on the ground. He heard heavy footsteps retreating and he quickly looked up but could only make out a faint figure in the dark. He looked back down at his companion, panicking.
“Oh my God, Darren!”
Had he been mugged?
Was he hurt?
Was he bleeding?
Daniel dropped down quickly picking the frail singer half way up off the ground in his haste to see if he was okay. A shrill panicked scream escaped the singers lips.

Darren’s eyes were squinted shut, his face stung, the ground was cold but he was afraid to get up. Instead, he laid, half-way curled up in a ball. The man Ryan was coming, he was coming back. Large hands grabbed him roughly, picking him up, he screamed, not knowing what else to do, thrashing about. The hand clamped itself down onto his mouth once more, but the voice was soft, soothing, and gentle.
“Darren, Darren, hey, its me…shh….its me…” Darren’s eyes snapped open. Unshed tears still lingering there, making them look darker, more frightened. He was shaking and it looked as though his shirt had been ripped.
“Oh Danny!” he cried, lurching himself forward into Daniel’s arms, if only for comfort.
“Darren, what happened? Talk to me.” Daniel hugged his friend tightly trying to get him to stop shaking. When they pulled apart Darren had stopped trembling, looking into the glittering emeralds of his friend…his would be lover... It almost seemed as if Daniel wanted to…”No.” Darren told himself firmly. “Daniel doesn’t think of you like that.” Then, a miraculous thing happened. Slowly, ever so slowly, Daniel leaned forward, brushing his lips against Darren’s slightly. Darren’s eyes widened for a moment before he kissed back closing his eyes once more. Oh how long he had waited for this moment, for the time when the object of his affection would return the same sentiment. Warm lips pressed against each other, and for a moment Darren was in heaven. But when he opened his eyes Daniel was still away from him, looking at him worriedly. There had never been a kiss; it was all his imagination…Darren wanted to die that very moment.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” Daniel said at last, helping Darren to his feet.
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