"Is this your first time on a plane?" Chance asks as he notices Tim fidgetting in his seat.

"Not exactly. Adam and I flew to Belize for our honeymoon. I was scared to death. Don't feel overconfident about this time either." Tim answers as he fastens his seatbelt.

"You'll be fine." Chance chuckles at his friend.

"Yeah, well, I'll feel better when my feet are back on the ground." Tim says with a sigh as he looks out the window.

"Can I ask you something?" Chance asks after a few minutes had passed.

"Sure." Tim answers as he continues to gaze out the window.

"What if Chris did have something to do with Adam getting hurt?" Chance asks as he eyes his friend. He watches Tim's jaw twist in anger.

Tim slowly turns his head, meeting Chance's eyes. The Cajun's eyes were dark with anger.

"I'll kick his f*cking ass." Tim says in a low but stern voice. "No one hurts Adam."

"Tim, I can only imagine how you're feeling but you can't do that. That asshole will have you arrested for assault." Chance argues.

"That's the chance I'll have to take." Tim says as he turns his eyes back toward the window.

"Tim, listen to me." Chance says as he places a hand on Tim's arm. "We're going to Minnesota to get Adam when the hospital releases him and bring him home. We can't very well do that if you're in jail. Now can we?"

"What do you expect me to do, Chance?" Tim asks as he turns to face the doctor. "Smile, shake the b*stard's hand and thank him for intentionally hurting my husband? That's not me."

"No, I know it's not. But you don't need to end up behind bars either. What good is that going to do Adam?" Chance says. "He needs you with him and not in jail."

Tim sighs and looks down at his lap. He knew Chance was right. If he wasn't there when they release Adam from the hospital, he would be forced to go home with his brother. That was the last thing he wanted to happen.

They were soon landing in Mankato. (Don't know if Mankato has an airport or not but it does in this story) They weren't sure how long they would have to stay so Chance rented a car. Tim asks directions to the hospital while Chance put their luggage into the trunk of the rental.

"D*mn! It's cold." Tim says as he gets into the car. "How the hell can anyone live here?"

"They're used to it. You're just used to that hot humid weather of the bayou." Chance chuckles. Tim hands the doctor the address so he could program it into the GPS.

"They said there is a hotel about a block from the hospital." Tim says as he holds his hands in front of the heat. "But I want to go to the hospital first to see Adam."

"We're on our way." Chance nods as he pulls out into the street.

~~

"May I help you?" The lady at the desk asks with a smile.

"Yeah, we're here to see Adam Foust. He was brought in yesterday with a broken leg." Tim says.

"Well, let's see." The lady says as she types something in on the computer. "I'm sorry but we don't have a listing for Adam Foust. There was an Adam Rupp brought in."

Tim's lips tighten in anger.

"That's him." Chance speaks quickly.

After getting the room number, they head to the elevator.

"Can you believe that sh*t." Tim growls as he presses the button to the floor Adam was on. "That son of a b*tch even signed him in as Rupp."

"Tim, will you please lower your voice." Chance says as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Why did he sign up for this? He had always heard that there was nothing worse than an angry cajun.

Tim takes a deep breath before tapping lightly on Adam's door.

"Come in." He heard Adam's sweet voice say.

Tim opens the door and peeks in.

"Hey, Baby!!" Adam smiles as he mutes the t.v. and sits up in bed.

"Hi, Angel Face." Tim smiles as he hurries over and wraps his arms around his lover in a tight hug.

Chance turns to see Chris sitting on the couch with a surprised look on his face. Or maybe it was fear.

"Hi, Chance." Adam smiles as he pulls out of the hug with his husband.

Chance walks over to give Adam a hug.

"Thanks for coming with him." Adam whispers to the doctor.

"No problem." Chance smiles.

Tim sits down on the side of the bed and takes Adam by the hand. He knew Chris was sitting on the couch but he also knew it was for the best to ignore him.

"So. Did they have to do surgery?" Tim asks.

"Just minor surgery. Kind of an out-patient thing. I should be released this evening." Adam smiles as he reaches over and brushes Tim' hair back. God how he missed his Swamp Rat. "I'm going to be fine." He adds to ease the worry in his husband's brown eyes.

"I've missed you so much." Tim says softly as he leans over to give the blonde a soft kiss.

"I'm going outside to smoke." Chris says after rolling his eyes at the couple.

No one acknowledged him leaving.

Adam hears the door click as it closes. Looking around he sees that his brother had left.

"Tim, Chris did this." Adam whispers as if someone was eavesdropping.

"What!" Tim growls.

"Adam, are you sure?" Chance asks as he pulls a chair up next to the bed.

"Positive. We were carrying a couch from the moving van to his house. I told him to go slow because the sidewalk was covered with ice." Adam continues to whisper. "Chance, I felt him shove the couch."

"Maybe he just slipped." Chance says. He just couldn't believe a brother would intentionally hurt his brother.

"No, he didn't slip. He did it on purpose." Adam says as he shakes his head. "I really don't think he thought Tim would come here."

"He did have sort of a surprised look on his face when he saw Tim." Chance nods.

"Did you know that he signed you in as Adam Rupp?" Tim asks.

"What? No, I didn't. They had already carried me back." Adam answers.

"Excuse me a minute." Tim says as he gets up and heads to the door.

"Tim, Honey, wait!" Adam calls out but the Cajun was already out the door.

"I was afraid this would happen." Chance says, rubbing his forehead.

"Go with him, Chance." Adam says.

Chance jumps up for his chair and hurries to the door just as the doctor walks in.

"Hi, I'm Doctor....." The doctor smiles holding out his hand to Chance.

"Excuse me." Chance says as he pushes the doctor aside and runs out of the room.

"Sorry, Dr. Jones." Adam says as his cheeks blush. "That was Dr. Chance. My hometown doctor."

~~

Tim steps out of the hospital looking around for the son of a b*tch that had hurt his husband. The icy wind tore through the light jacket he was wearing, chilling him to the bone.

He spots Chris in the parking lot leisurely smoking a cigarette. He seemed deep in thought as if he were planning his next move.

Tim walks quickly in his direction. He was a man on a mission. To kick Chris's ass.

Chance runs out of the hospital. quickly looking around, he sees Tim only a few feet from his prey.

"TIM!! NO!! WAIT!!!" Chance yells as he begins to run.

Chris turns around as he hears the doctor yelling. Only to be met with a fist to the face.

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