This is where you can practice with your sword against a dummy or each other.

Jonathan walked into the arena, his phone against his ear as he tried to refrain from chucking it at the wall. He was really starting to wonder what possessed him to think going back to modeling was a good idea. Although he knew in a few ways that it was the only reason why he was still here after everything he had done. He zoned back into the conversation when his agent asked him if he was even listening. "Yes I am listening, you are the one who doesn't appear to be. I don't care if they want an interview, that they want to know ALL my secrets-..........They can assume plastic surgery all they want. I am done." On that note he hung up the phone and dropped it to the ground before he could chuck it at the wall as he so wanted to do. He due his comb from his pocket and pressed the side to bring out the sword it really was. He moved towards a dummy, and caring if his moves where sloppy, he started to take ins anger at the world and at himself on it.

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Eliot Spencer

Eliot strode into the arena looking around, finding his eyes drawn to a shapely figure, a frown crossing his face when he realized that he knew that back, who was he, he knew he knew him. He froze when he realized who it was, his heart twisted. He was tempted to turn around and run away when he worked out who it was. He steeled himself he wasn’t the type to back down so he straightened his shoulders ignoring the twinge of pain in his side from his most recent bullet he took. He walked towards a dummy as far away from Jonathan as he could be as he started to attack it. His mind going back over when he walked out, he had hated to do it but it was the only way to save Jonathans life as much as it killed him to leave him alone. He had kept an eye on him for a few months after seeing that he was getting better he had left, finding a war zone to immerse himself in to try and forget about what he had left behind because he didn’t want to deal with the pain in his chest area.

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Jonathan Nash Hardison

Louis walked into the arena looking around he didn't like it here he much preferred Eliot's castle where they usually stayed but he knew that they had to be here because Eliot was. Seeing Eliot he walked over and hugged him tightly knowing that it would piss him off but he had missed him over the years they had all spent so much time together it seemed so strange to go so long without seeing each other. Eliot had been gone for way to long. There had been a visit in the middle but it wasn't for long enough. "I've missed you, we all have!" He tells him giving him a punch in the arm before hugging him again. "The girls were so sad when you left without saying anything and have been worried about you ever since."

Jonathan saw movement in the corner of his eye and turned to see him. He hadn't seen Elliot since Elliot had walked out of their apartment over a year ago. Jonathan wasn't sure how he felt about seeing him again now. He had never stopped loving him but could he be sure that Elliot hadn't moved on. He was about to go over and try to talk to him when he saw the other guy walk in. He saw the embrace and felt his heart break. He should have know that Elliot would move on. He stood watching them, though not taking in anything that was said. He wanted to leave but he couldn't bring himself to move.  The sound of his phone ringing again snapped him out of it.  He hit the ignore button on his phone when he saw his Agents number.  He looked at the phone for a moment before gathering his courage and strength and moving towards the other two.  He knew to talk to Elliot but it was only when he was in front of them that he realised he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say.  His eyes showed the pain he felt at the memories and at seeing Elliot with someone else, even though he knew it was none of his concern anymore.   Jonathan turned his attention to the guy he didn't know, "I'm Jonathan, I don't think we have meet before?", he stated, holding out a hand in greeting.

"I don't think so I'd remember meeting you I mean you are Jonathan Nash Hardison it's like amazing to meet you. I love watching you on the runway you always have such poise. What's it like meeting the designers I bet it's cool right?" He asked almost bouncing on his feet, he was a heterosexual male but he loved fashion like his brother, wife and sister in law. "Ohh man Vic and Cath are gonna be so jealous this is amazing." He says grinning at Eliot and pushing his shoulder. "So you already know Eliot? Man when Vic and Cath find out you kept this from them they are going to murder you." He tells him with sadistic glee. "Or you know make you go shopping or redecorate the castle."

Eliot was shocked when Louis hugged him but he hugged him back he had to admit he had missed the pains. He was shocked when Jonathan walked over feeling annoyed at being snubbed he crossed his arms. His eyes widened when he realized that Louis knew who Jonathan was he winced when he mentioned the girls wanting him to go shopping or redecorating the castle. They had been trying for years to get him to but he always managed to put it off. "Please don't tell them I'll kill you if you do or you know kill me first before they find out." He tells him with another shudder he hated shopping so much and decorating even more he knew that they would be okay redecorating but he didn't trust Cath and Vic to not make it all 1901 look in the castle.

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair, "umm...well...thanks. Meeting Designers can be fun, until they start questioning why you have looked the same after 10 years away", he replied to the guy. "I still have no clue who you are though", he replied. His hurt only grew when he found out Elliot had never mentioned him. He really had moved on. "You know what. I don't think I care anymore. I-", he cleared his throat before he continued. "I should probably call my agent back before he freaks out to much", he replied. He knew he was probably being a coward but he also knew he needed to get out of there.

Catherine walked into the arena and grinned when she saw Eliot. She walked over to hug him, "I have missed you so much El. It hasn't been the same without you", she replied, playfully kissing him on the cheek. He had become like a brother to him over the years they had lived with him. She let him go after a moment and kissed her husband. It was then that she saw Jonathan and she gripped her husband, "Is that who I think it is, Louie?", she asked him softly. She dropped her husband hand and hugged Jonathan, effectively stopping him from leaving, "I am such a fan, Jonathan. I never hoped to met you though. Are you a kid of Aphrodite. I bet its Aphrodite. With your looks and talent it has to be her", she said, realizing she was rambling. "I'm sorry, I'm Catherine", she replied. She generally left off her last name among others. "How do you know him El?"

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Jonathan Nash Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Louis

Louis was unable to help the snicker that escaped his mouth he should have known that Catherine would turn up she always knew when to arrive. He wrapped an arm around Catherine's waist as he waited for Jonathan or Eliot to talk, he pulled her to his side hoping that it would be an interesting story and one she would get a little upset over because he wanted to watch her torture Eliot by making him go shopping or something. "Yeah Eliot how do you know Cathrine's favorite model without tell her about it? I mean it has to have been at least a year because as I remember correctly you mentioned a Jonathan in passing when you came back briefly a year ago." He knew his remark would probably cost him an ass kicking when Eliot caught him alone but it would be totally worth it.

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Catherine Tudor Eliot Spencer Jonathan Nash Hardison

Eliot shot a scowl at both Catherine and Louis, his eyes promising the get Louis back in the near future. "I didn't realize who he was at first and I decided not to expose him to you crazies back then. If you must know we were dating and I didn't want to share him and later I didn't want to talk about him because it hurt to much." He admitted softly, crossing his arms and glaring at the royal pains, he was avoiding looking at Jonathan because he knew if he did he'd give in to the desire to kiss him, he had missed him the whole time they had been apart. "Happy?" He asked, hoping to get off the threats of what the girls would do when they found out floating through his mind. "How about this Cath since I kept this from you how about I take you shopping, as long as you like my shout?" He asked he didn't mind taking the girls shopping for themselves over shopping for him because if hey shopped for him he had to try things on and model them.

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Louis Catherine Tudor Jonathan Nash Hardison

Catherine stayed quiet, Louis's words bring back the memories of the distraught Elliot. If she had of realised who the Jonathan was she may have sent him packing back to him then, but know everything was clicking back into place. "You know Vic will want to come as well", she replied simply to Elliot's suggestion. "And some of the shopping will need to be for you", she continued, glancing over him with a look of disapproval. Now understanding the tension she could feel between the two guys, she took hold of her husbands hand and started to walk away with him. As she she walked past Elliot, she casually shoved him towards Jonathan, stopping for a moment to whisper to him, "talk to him. He is obviously just as torn up as you." She hoped Elliot would take the advice. She felt that Jonathan could be good for him. His style could at least improve anyway.  She pulled Louis to a stop far enough away that they could give them space but close enough that they could hear and offer comfort if things went wrong.

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Louis, Eliot Spencer, Jonathan Nash Hardison

Jonathan sighed as the girl hugged him, wishing he had taken the chance to get away while he could. Despite the other two there, he couldn't draw his eyes away from Elliot for any length of time, when they where suddenly alone, he doubly wished he had gotten away while he could. He ran a hand through his hair, knowing he was probably messing it up but he was to anxious to care. "I-", he stopped to clear his throat before trying again. "I think I owe you a massive apology. I am sorry Eliot. I was to caught up in what I had lost to remember what I had and what in turn I pushing away. The day you walked out was the day I realised what I had been doing. I don't even know if you still want this or if you have in fact moved on. I am sorry for what I did and what I forced you to do and I don't care if you have moved on, I want you to know that I have and always will still love you." Once he had started the words fell from his lips. He had wanted to say them for the last year but had never been sure he would get the chance and now that he did have it he found he couldn't look at him for fear of what he would see in Eliot's expression.

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Eliot Spencer

Eliot sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before taking Jonathan's hand and tugging him forward will he was against his chest. He wrapped arms around him. "Of course I still love you, but that can't happen again okay? I'll give you a second chance but that's it, you can't do that to me again because the first time nearly killed me and the second one will for sure okay?" He asked him with a serious look, reaching down to lift his face to look at him. "You were killing yourself and I couldn't stay and watch that because I love you too much okay?"

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Jonathan Nash Hardison

Jonathan couldn't help the relief that touched his heart when he found himself in Elliot's arms and he wrapped his arms tightly back around him, allowing himself to breathe him in again. "A second chance is more then I deserve so I am not likely to let it go", he replied. He met Eliot's eyes when his face was lifted, "I know Elliot and no apology is ever going to make up for how much I hurt you. No excuse I can ever make will ever make it right but I promise you it will not happen again. Having to watch you leave again would break me too. Modelling has been but a bandied for the wound. Something to keep home busy and keep my mind off the pain. I love you more then you know Eliot and I was a fool for acting the way I did before."

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Eliot Spencer