Everything happened in the rain. Dutchy realized tearing himself away from the window. Idly watching his hand imprints fade. He placed his hand against the window again, watching the fog rush of his hand and around the pane. Temporarily he was mesmerized with it, he pulled his hand back and watched it recede the slight rainbow catching his eye.

He looked around at the bare walls and metal beds of the sleeping room. Small trinkets were sometimes left out but mainly there was nothing personal ever left out. Even though nothing is said the bunks are assigned. Dutchy's used to be next to Specs' and he would be eager to share with the other boy incase of a shortage. But now he had changed with Snipeshooter to be on the other side of the room from Specs.

The beds were less comfortable where he was, and the wind seemed to blow harder, the sun never shined as bright and the kids talked louder. Though maybe the bed was less comfortable because there were no stolen kisses, the wind seemed to blow harder because there wasn't another body to break it, the sun never shined because his eyes were always clouded with tears, and with no one to whisper with everything was louder.

Dutchy walked over to his bed and lay down on it looking up at the springs. The shiny metal which had at one point enthralled him now was nothing more then an annoyance when his hair got caught in it. In that moment Dutchy realized how dull he must seem. People would start to talk, Specs was fine. He was downstairs laughing with the other boys. Dutchy could hear the deep laugh filled with pure bliss and mirth. A laugh that he used to hear when they went out at night alone together where the two could relax with out fear.

But now it wasn't him making the boy laugh, it was one of the other boys, or even a girl that Dutchy had seen him around with lately. A pretty young thing, chestnut hair, big hazel eyes, olive skin and a body of an angel. She made him laugh. She made him laugh plenty. Specs would parade around with her in Tibby's as she giggled and made cute comments about the boys.

He would take a special delight in showing her off to Dutchy. It wasn't always mean just to prove a point it was to give me a hint. I hope. Because he would come over to the booth I was sulking in and sat down with her. Kept on talking about how great having a girl was as she sat positively beaming up at him, thinking all those words were about her.

He hated watching them kiss. Dutchy watched them bitterly remembering how made this little mewling sound when he was kissed just right. He hated the thought of her giggling and discovering the place. Kissing it at first, desire pulsating though her lips, then the pure delight as the noise left his throat reverberating across her full lips. Then she would pull back and kiss the spot again a grin going a cross her face, as she would do it again and again.

Dutch swore loudly, "Stop concentratin' on all dat, remember da beginen'."

Author's Notes: Woo! Okay, this is the last sad Chapter for a while!

Cards on: Bwads I have some -nods-

Shout Outs:

Bec2: Well, Specs isn't the bady guy here… I dunno why he is in others… He always seemed devoted to me.

Sereph the Second: Well it gets better

KellyAnne: I don't murder it! -sniffs- I wuffle it!

Keza: he isn't dead

B: Ohhh! Pretty O's!

Falco: MIGHT! In all likely hood it will be, but no promises

Geomatrygal: Dude

Shade: Bug him -points to Specsmuse who is sleeping ALONE on the couch-

Hope: Erm thanks… Sorry dunno how to respond to that

Tabloid: -Jumps- YAY! YOU LIKED THE POEM! I wrote it -beams-

Stage: -backs away-

Oh yeah DISCLAIMER: I own the poem… and the plot