Neil Josten has been in Witness Protection for seven years, working as an ER nurse and avoiding getting close to anyone. When Andrew Minyard shows up in the ER with a dislocated shoulder, his world is flipped on its head.

**** The drive back to Fox Tower was silent between Andrew's group. The Foxes victory against the Ravens left the team rattled with happiness. Matt and the others chatted away cheerfully on the ride back. Neil sat behind Andrew. He still felt the push of Andrew's lips against his. Neil brought hand up to his face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his heartbeat quickened as he thought about it. All his life he had been running, but the Foxes gave him a home. They refused to give him up, even though they now all knew who he was, where he had come from. But his past did not define him, he carried it with him, but it couldn't weight the Exy-player down anymore. Only the now counted, the present. - Neil had needed this appreciation. The auburn haired was feeling tingly all over, aching, sweating. Andrew lay beside him, following his example. His expression was saying something different than 'boring'. He was just as exhausted as Neil was. He turned away to not look at the striker. Neil wondered on that. As the blonde turned around to face him again, his eyes were glistening, his lips formed a tight line. "What are you-", Neil began, but Andrew's hand flew fastly in front of his mouth, covering up the words he intended to ask. "Don't talk", Andrew told him in a growly voice, "This ain't getting no easier with you" Neil took Andrew's hand off his mouth, which Andrew didn't protest against. "Geez", Andrew responded, then grabbed Neil by his waist and pulled him closer, not letting go of Neil's hand in the process. "You're so downright annoying, I want to smack you" **** This is mostly for me and my stupid self to let my fantasies play, feel free to read it, though. **** I started off when the 3rd book ended. *Warning: includes spoilers* (It mostly contains Andreil) Have fun :) *these characters belong to Nora Sakavic*

Depois de Nathaniel Wesninski implorar para viver durante um náufrago, um tritão aparece prometendo que pode o salvar, mas com a condição de que ele precisa cumprir cem anos em um acordo em que Nathaniel precisa atrair humanos com um beijo para se afogarem no mar e alimentar a água. Ele ja havia cumprido 80 anos do acordo quando conheceu Andrew Minyard, um cantor local, e quanto mais se aproximam mais perigoso e doloroso fica resistir aos sentimentos. (Adaptação pra Comic na Webtoon em andamento)

Andrew podia praticamente ver a imagem de Neil dormindo em seu peito, um dos pares de sapatinhos que ele comprou ainda ali na cama com eles. Neil parecia tão em paz, Andrew não conseguia parar de olhar para ele. Sua mão estava bem em cima da barriga de Neil, ele quase conseguia imaginar como eram os batimentos cardíacos das meninas ali. Neil havia cantado uma canção naquela noite e Andrew memorizou cada nota porque, algum dia, ele também cantaria aquela mesma música para Neil e suas filhas. Elas não poderiam ser mais desejadas, eles provavelmente nunca quiseram tanto alguma coisa em sua vida. - Você não vai voltar a tocar em nenhum deles. - Andrew disse. Sua voz estava baixa e sua garganta doía. - Você não vai voltar a se aproximar da porra da minha família.

When Neil wakes up in a very familiar car sitting next to a ghost, a little more than 7 years younger, he was more than a little freaked out. Last thing he remembered was going out for Andrew's 25th birthday. He hadn't been sure what to expect. He hadn't even been sure why he'd done it. He was left adrift in too tight skin, sitting for hours next to the ghost of his mother in what was apparently a jaunt into the past, but it was ingrained in him to run back to Andrew. Always he orbited around the man who stood between him and any threat. Always he found his way to the man's side. Now was no exception. He hadn't really expected for Andrew to know who he was though. As he heard Andrew's voice say his name, he realized that he'd been expecting a 'Who is this?', not a 'Neil?'. Somehow, the relief he'd felt at hearing it though, was short lived. He was panicking. "Where the fuck are you. I woke up six hours ago in the house in Colombia with Nicky and Aaron. It's fucking April 22nd, 2003 Neil."

Andrew e neil como profissionais,rivais e amantes