Nigel covered his stepdaughter's eyes with his hand saying,"It's ok , Princess. Don't look ! "
Andrew tried to break free from the cop holding him to get to his son.
DuBuis was about to run towards his husband as Spencer backed up in his chair although his eyes never left the one man who had rented free space in his head and dreams since that fateful summer day he had been shot. His head lifted up and with a chill in his voice he said," Fuck you. "
The cops shot their weapons before the gunman could pull his own trigger. The young man's bullet riddled body jerked up unsteadily and did an eerie little almost dance for a moment before he dropped down to concrete ground.
Spencer's face was blank as he stared down at the dead man. He spit on him. " Burn in hell," he said quietly.
DuBuis stumbled slightly, his eyes wide, his whole body shaking. Spencer's eyes went over to his husband and they turned as gentle as they usually were. He moved over to DuBuis's side and pulled him into his lap , holding him as the man began to scream.
" It's ok , sweetie," Spencer whispered as he held him tighter than he ever had. " It's ok. You're safe. I've got you. It's ok. I love you. "
Richard shouted on the phone to Nigel," What the fuck is going on there ! "
DuBuis closed his eyes and whispered," I'm never coming back here again. "
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ODDS OF LOVE: SEASON SEVEN
General FictionThe continuing and ongoing Washington DC based soap opera about the lives of disabled genius math professor Spencer Norland -Lane, his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends.
