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Secrets Should Stay Buried 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry for the irregularity of the fill so far. Hopefully I'll be able to update much more regularly in future.

"What do I do with him?" Haytham asks, mournfully. He stares sadly at his pint of bitter. He's at a loss already, and he's only known Connor for a week. The boy is nice enough, dropping round to the office every other day or so, putting his cell number into Haytham's mobile phone for him, but Haytham hasn't got a clue where to start with this 'building familial bonds' thing.

"You could try talking to him," John suggests, possibly sarcastically. Haytham glares at him over the foam of his drink.

"Thank you for your valuable insight," Haytham snaps. "I've tried that. I was thinking on a less generic scale."

"Slowly try making him a part of your life," William says. "Introduce him to your friends and family. Have a dad's night in with movies and a takeaway and whatnot. Get to know the lad."

"That doesn't sound like a terrible idea," Haytham muses aloud. "Have you still got that odd fetish for Native American culture?"

"It's not a fetish, it's my job," William replies, slightly sourly. "I work at a bloody museum."

"I could take him there," Haytham murmurs, drumming his fingers on the table. "He'd probably quite like you, actually. You're almost cool, for a man your age."

"Thank you for that backhanded compliment," William says, but Haytham can tell he's not particularly upset. It takes a lot to rile William up. He's always been the most level-headed of them all, probably something to do with being the eldest.

"Why the fuck did you kill him?" William screamed, clawing at Charles' face. "We're done for, you piece of shit!"

"Anytime, my friend," Haytham grins. "Oh! I could take him drinking. That's a traditional bonding thing, isn't it?"

"I fink 'e'd rather be in the clubs with the pretty girls than downin' pints wiv you," Thomas says, sipping at his coke. "I know I would. Damn AA."

"You mean there's no pretty girls at your Alcoholics Anonymous group?" Charles gasps, in mock horror. "You'd think there'd be quite a few, given that this is Essex."

"Girls, yeah. Pretty, no." Thomas mutters, glaring at his drink as though it had wounded him.

"Cheer up, Thomas. I'm sure you'll meet someone eventually," Haytham says, reassuringly.

"You said that about Charlie twenty years ago and 'e's still a single Pringle-- ow!" Thomas rubs his arm, glaring at Charles. "You din't 'ave to elbow me so 'ard."

"You didn't have to open your mouth," Charles gives Thomas a forced smile. "Haytham, might I suggest going on a day trip somewhere? London or one of the historic cities, perhaps? I'd suggest Salisbury, but it's rather far away."

"Mm," Haytham makes a noncommittal noise. "That's near Stonehenge, isn't it? I suppose that's an option…"

"He's studying veterinary medicine, isn't he?" William asks. "You could take him to an animal shelter, adopt a puppy for him!"

"His dorm doesn't allow pets," Haytham says. "When he graduates, perhaps."

"Look up 'is Facebook," Thomas suggests. "Find out what 'e does and don't like."

"I don't think he has it," Haytham replies. "He can barely work Twitter. He's always texting, though. If I borrowed his phone…"

"I like that idea," John says. "Pretend you have to text someone and you've run out of credit or lost your phone, and play up the 'help I'm from the past and can't work modern technology' aspect of your personality."

"I don't have a 'help I'm from the past and can't work modern technology' aspect of my personality," Haytham says, stiffly.

"Wot about that time--" Thomas begins.

"Shut up, Thomas," Haytham snaps. "It's not my fault if the damned computer wouldn't work properly."

"You probably should've plugged it in first," Charles murmurs. He swirls the wine around his glass.

"I remember that," William says, smiling. "That was a wonderful day."

"That was a terrible day!" Haytham exclaims.

"For you," John says. "For us, it's comedy gold."

"You're planning on telling Connor about it, aren't you? Don't you dare!" Haytham points an accusing finger at his friend.

"You're planning on going to the police about it, aren't you? Don't you dare!" Haytham pointed an accusing finger at his friend.

"All right," William says, soothingly. "We won't tell him. Not unless Thomas gets him drunk enough to forget the whole evening."

"That's nearly good enough," Haytham replies, sipping his bitter. "Promise me you won't get him high on any of your drugs, either."

"I promise," William says, holding his hands up as though offended by the very idea he might share his 'herbal remedies' with Connor. "And incidentally, I'm offended that you think I'd give the lad anything like that."

"Geoffrey Robinson," Haytham hisses, and it always surprises him how that one word does so much to their little group. Charles drops his glass, spilling the few drops of red wine left down his dress shirt. Thomas' hands start shaking. John's mouth presses into a thin, white line and William looks at him in the same way he did when Haytham and Ben dug the grave.

It takes a moment for William's words to come, but when they do they are shaky with anger and fear and sorrow.

"We agreed, Haytham. We all agreed we wouldn't--" William begins, and his eyes look a little damp and his face is a little flushed. "How dare you?"

"I have a chance to make things right," Haytham replies, in his most urgent, pleading tone. "I need to make things right. Please don't do anything that might--"

"We won't," Charles interrupts, dabbing at his shirt with a napkin. "You need to relax, Haytham. It's been twenty years."

"You're right," Haytham says, after a moment. "That was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

The rest of the evening is awkward, and Haytham is relieved to leave the company of his friends.