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Jack never missing a trick to show off, has to sing. "Because this has to be dedicated to my JD." Jack had that miscevious grin before he started singing
I Touch Myself (http://download.yousendit.com/817B332D6B7DE4B7) and there was dancing, well it was interesting. Really it was a very good sentiment to... no there really was no way explaining this apart from it was so very Jack and he'd dedicated it to JD who he was grinning at all the time he was dancing... again loosest sense of the term. When he finished he headed over to JD.

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JD stood there in the audience, not sure whether to grin or die of embarrassment. Blushing furiously, he smiled sheepishly to Jack as he approached. "Very... Physical." he said quietly to him, smiling broader this time.

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Jack was still on a high from ~~being an attention whore~~ all that singing and dancing. "Think so?" He grinned. "You think the dancing was that good?"

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JD conciously stepped to the side to let Jack block the faces of most people staring at them as he blushed a bit more. "It was inventive, I didn't know that-, well." he smiled a little. "I think that you break physics or something."

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"I'm just that good!" Jack looked smug a moment before reaching for JD's hands to pull him into a hug. "You gonna sing then?"

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JD hugged into him, laughing. "After last time? I thought I was banned from the mic." he said with a grin.

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"For me." Jack gave his best puppy dog eyes at JD. "Please."

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"Fine." JD said, laughing. "I'll go up in a minute once it's free."

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"Good." Jack gave him a kiss, he didn't care if people were around or even looking. "I'll be cheering. Or I could dance!" That last was more a threat possibly...

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"Cheer." JD said decisively, laughing and kissing him back.

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"Fine." He sulked, then looked worryingly happy again! "I'll be loudest and right at the front." Again more a threat.

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JD grinned and blushed some more. "You do that." he said, stealing another kiss.

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Jack took that as an opportunity to shoo JD in the right direction to sing.

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JD went up and took the mic, blushing a bit more, he began to sing.

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Laura couldn't help but feel a bit low, as it had occurred to her that it was very, very close to the date of her death, in the small hours of the morning on February 25, 1989. Karaoke seemed like both the perfect outlet and cure.

So she got on stage and sang a song that reminded her of Twin Peaks:

Whiter Shade of Pale (http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=9AD12F620E4AE559) (Annie Lennox version) (http://www.lyricsdomain.com/1/annie_lennox/a_whiter_shade_of_pale.html)

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Grant hadn't seen Laura all day, which in and of itself was odd. While he would normally avoid karaoke, Grant stopped by to see if she was there.

She was, and he was just in time to watch her take the stage. The song choice was rather odd, and to be honest, Laura was looking a whiter shade of pale herself. After she finished, Grant went over to her table.

"You should sing more often," was all that he said.

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She shrugged. "I'm not always in the mood. Then again, I was kind of hoping it'd get me out of a mood."

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"Did it?" he asked.

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Another shrug. "Yeah, it helped some. Doing something helps. Reminds me I'm alive, you know?"

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Grant had known that the anniversary of Laura's death was coming up, but had decided not to broach the subject if she didn't. It was one thing to commemorate the death of a loved one, but asking the deceased for suggestions was a bit crass, to say the least. Still, maybe this would be a way to bring it out into the open.

"Doing something," he repeated. "What other things would help remind you?"

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"I'm not sure. I've been trying to figure that out all day, and nothing seems quite right. Eating my favorite foods...walking around the gardens...playing with the critters in my menagerie...It doesn't seem like it's quite enough, you know?" She looked him full in the face. "Do you know? What's got me feeling like this?"

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"I've got an idea," Grant said. "The anniversary of your death is coming up, isn't it?"

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Laura nodded. "Yeah. Tomorrow or the next day, somewhere in the middle of the night. I know it's just another day, but - it's a reminder, you know? What I've been through, what I've lost. It doesn't feel right to just pretend the anniversary isn't there."

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"No," Grant agreed, "pretending that it's not there doesn't make much sense. It's not just another day, no matter how much you want it to be."

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She nodded. "I think part of the problem is, I'm working without a script here. I mean, birthdays, anniversaries, one-time-only deaths - we've got traditions for those. But there isn't really a ritual for people who've come back from the dead to mark the occasion."

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"That's where we start making stuff up," he said. "You're trying to make yourself feel alive, but maybe you need something to acknowledge that you've died, too. We could steal traditions from celebrating life and death. Glossing over what you have been through isn't going to make you feel satisfied, Laura." Grant placed his hand over hers and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

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Laura smiled and relaxed a little at the contact.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can see that, I think. I've been avoiding facing it, haven't I?" She turned her hand over to clasp his. "What would I do without you?"

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Grant snorted. "Go out with nice, rich boys who take you dancing and make you happy? Spend time with people who don't think a wild night involves spending it with half a petting zoo?" Flashes of insight into other people's problems? On occasion. Taking a compliment gracefully? Never.

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Laura gasped in mock outrage. "Hey! Half that petting zoo's mine, buster. And my experience? Boys like that are great when you're happy. When you're down or in trouble? Not so much." She grinned. "In fact, I think I may feel another song coming on..."

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"You only get half because your half has more legs," Grant argued, but he was smiling anyway. "Oh? Are you going to tell me what it is, or will it be a surprise?"

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