The Reynolds Pamphlet - Jamilams [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty Two

Thomas smiled as he twirled a curly strand of John's hair between his fingers. Both John and Alex had fallen asleep, but Thomas himself couldn't seem to bring himself to. He was worried, not about anything in particular, just an underlying anxiety that seemed to be a consistent thing every since The Reynolds Pamphlet came out. He was always ready for something to go wrong, and he hated the feeling. Though he tried to enjoy the comfortable position he was in, between his two sleeping lovers.

It was immensely hard to enjoy though, once his phone went off, his loud ringtone sounding throughout the bedroom, nearly waking both Alex and John before Thomas could get out of their grip and answer it.

"Peggy, it's not a good time-"

"Thomas, this is really important," Peggy said from across the line. Thomas sighed, rubbing his temples as he leaned on the wall. "Reynolds is here-"

"What?!" Thomas said a little bit too loudly. John murmured in his sleep, thought much to Thomas' relief, he didn't wake up. "Why on earth did you let that nutcase inside you dorm, Peggy?! That's insane, and after he nearly bashed Herc's face in-"

"He told us who wrote the pamphlet," Peggy said, cutting him off. Thomas froze, his eyes widening. "I don't think he's lying, either."

Thomas' breath caught in his throat as Peggy spoke, the name of the man who ruined his life and his relationship leaving her lips. "Is he absolutely sure?" Peggy said said yes and Thomas was almost stunned. "We're coming over, we'll be there in ten," Thomas hung up, his head still reeling. He shook Alex, waking the smaller man.

"What?" Alex asked groggily.

"We have to go. Now," Thomas didn't bother waking John up, he just lifted him into his arms. Alex gave Thomas a confused look as he followed him towards the door. "Peggy called, we know who wrote it."

Alex stopped in his tracks, his jaw hanging open slightly. "We do?" Thomas nodded, rubbing John's back to keep him asleep.

"Yes," Thomas said, biting his lip. "Charles Lee."

A/N: Come on, y'all knew it was Lee. Also, I don't know if I'll be writing that much until next Monday, because I start school next week, and I have to go to my dad's funeral next Friday.