It took Kon an hour to wrap his head around the fact that Bart had set him up for the council and another twenty minutes to find him. He wasn't sure what Bart was thinking. Council? Really? What was Bart thinking? He wasn't really the leader type. That was Tim. Or Vic. He was just the one who provided the plucky comic relief and the superpowered punch. He didn't have the superpowered punch anymore and he wasn't too sure about the comic relief, either. With losing girlfriends and boyfriends left and right, he didn't feel very plucky anymore.

It took him a few tries to find Bart, but it figured he would end up at the chocobo stables. He petted the flank of one of the chocobos and then tapped Bart on the shoulder. "We have to talk. I took a look at the noticeboard."

He still couldn't help it. He couldn't believe that Bart had done it.

Kon was panicking a little. People he heard kept saying that it was the day after Valentine's Day instead of the day before or the day of. The last thing he'd remembered was going to sleep on February 13th and the next thing he knew, it was apparently the 15th. Which meant that he'd skipped a day. Or, if the rumor mill were to be believed, he hadn't just skipped it. He'd lived it. People were acting crazy, they said, and acting drunk. All day. He was already having flashbacks to when he'd been evil and had tried to seduce Bart and he really wasn't sure he wanted to know what he'd gotten himself into this time.

Maybe it was better that he didn't know. Maybe it was safer if no one told him. After all, it wasn't really him, right? He hadn't done anything. He didn't remember a thing and so he hadn't done anything. Of course, he knew that excuse would only go so far. Once he started seeing people he'd run into, they'd tell him sure enough exactly what he'd been doing. He wondered how much of a fool he'd made of himself.

He really hoped that he hadn't done anything that would ruin friendships and reminded himself that people were just saying drunk. He might have done stupid things while drunk, but he didn't do evil things.

Normally, Kon liked the winter. It provided a much needed break from the fun in the sun and, by the time it was over, he was ready for it to be bright and warm again. This time, though, he absolutely hated it. It was cold and he was wearing the most godawful clothes he could imagine. They clung in awkward places and they itched and he didn't know how people wore them. He was totally looking forward to the end of the month when he could wear board shorts again.

He'd put up with the clothes for weeks, now, but he was sick of them to the point where he was deftermined to stay in front of the clothes box until he found something more comfortable to wear. He'd already scoured some of the shops in the area and all he'd found were shirts that were high at the neck and made him feel like he was strangling himself and pants that itched. As soon as he was up at the laundry, he shucked out of his shirt. The Victorian era had to have some kind of equivalent of the t-shirt, didn't it? And he would find it.

Okay, maybe a good part of it was that he felt ridiculous. These kinds of clothes weren't for him. He wasn't the suit-and-tie type. He'd leave that to Clark. Or...well...the other Clark. He wasn't sure he'd seen a tie on the Clark that was on the island. He'd have to ask if he ever wore those types of clothes. Or maybe he'd ask Lex. Lex would probably know.

As he went through the box, he started acquiring a collection. Vests and shirts of all types and colors were in the pile, but he still couldn't manage to find a single thing he liked. Was he going to have to go naked?

Cont'd from here.

It took him a few days to calm down enough to be appropriate company for anyone more than his really close friends and even then, the conversation with Bart hadn't been the best. Was it that hard to believe that he wanted to go home?

He went into the rec room with the intention of grabbing a movie to watch. At first, the bookshelf threw comics at him, but he refused to go down that road. Then it decided to throw him books like the ones he'd seen with Tim. "I hate you," he muttered to it as he grabbed a random book off the shelf. It was the same book on bisexuality that he'd thrown at it that day. Of course.

He glanced around to make sure there wasn't anyone really paying attention to him and then started reading the book. Well, he started trying to read the book. There was a lot of psychobabble that made his head spin. He put the book down and sighed. What was he doing? Maybe Savannah was right. He didn't need to be dating anyone. It didn't matter that he was lonely. That he felt like the friends he had known for ages were slipping away from him. Did it?

Kon hadn't been sleeping very well lately. The thing was that he didn't understand why Tim was so upset. It was just a game. There had always been games or shows or comics and maybe if it had been one of the ones that was real, he would have understood. If it had been their exact life, he would have understood why Tim had freaked out so much. But it was just some stupid kid's game and all he'd been doing was screwing around.

It wasn't until he talked to that girl that he realized that there might be more to it than that. Or at least it might have seemed like more to it. The idea that he secretly wanted to kill Tim over and over...no. He might have wanted to do it at least virtually to Dick a few times, but not Tim. Never Tim.

He hadn't been sleeping well and he was exhausted, so he tried to wake up by heading to the falls and ducking into the water. He was under the heavy spray at the bottom when he saw a flash of familiar dark hair.

"Tim." God, maybe if they could talk. He tried not to wince at the idea of trying to get Tim to talk. He tried to push out of the water and head to Tim before he left. Maybe he would stay. Maybe.

Clark was on the island. It had been a day since Lex had told him and he was still having a hard time processing it. Clark Kent was on the island and not his pseudo-parent. No, he could have dealt with that. No, this one was the Clark freaking Kent who had been on the island before. The one who had all but ignored his existence and made him feel like crap. That Clark Kent.

He wasn't sure what he felt except for the fact that he in no way wanted to see Clark. Oh, he knew it was inevitable, but he would be satisfied with delaying that sometime for as long as possible.

He was hurrying out of the kitchen, sandwich in hand, and dropped it when he saw a familiar head of hair.

"Tim?" Oh god, he wasn't sure if he wanted Tim to be here or...wait. Tim wouldn't remember anything, would he?

There was something about watching the waves that was just peaceful. At least it was usually peaceful. Now he just remembered coming out here with Wallace to talk. That talk had ended with a kiss and it hadn't been Wallace doing the kissing. Then, if he hadn't known better - and he swore he knew better - there was Wallace trying to make him jealous at the next party. It was frustrating and he was half tempted to go head down to Tim's old gym and start at the punching back for a little while.

That was probably a bad idea. Still, it made him feel a little better.

He could go surfing, but he didn't really feel like it. Or hang gliding. He could go hunt down one of the girls or Bart, but being with Cassie when he was definitely not moping was a bad idea and Cissie and Bart would have too many questions.

Really, he had no idea what he wanted to do and he kicked at the sand a little. Damn it, he didn't like feeling like this and he refused to admit why he was. Because he kind of liked Wallace and he had been jealous. He didn't need more screwed up relationships, women or men.

There were some days when Kon wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, helping Jack run a swim class when there weren't enough students to really tax one person. Then again, helping Jack was definitely fun. He was a cool kind of guy and every chance that Kon had to go swimming, he'd take. Especially since it meant that actually got to use those lifeguarding skills he'd learned from class. Today was pretty much like every other day. He watched people swim, he offered advice, he got into the water to actually show by example.

And when he had a spare minute, he thought about Lex. Lex, who'd held a gun on him and Anatoly for no reason that he could figure. Was that it? Was that really what turned the guy he was beginning to think of as, god forbid, family into the one who'd created him and turned him into something that would hurt his best friends?

Even if it wasn't him going crazy...what was it? It was enough to drive him to distraction and it took him a minute to look up. "Did I hear my name?"

Nothing had gone right. In fact, everything that could go wrong, as the proverbial saying went, did go very definitely wrong. He'd hurt Bart in ways that he didn't even want to think about. He'd told Tim that he had a thing for him. And oh god, Cassie. He didn't even want to think about what he'd done to Cassie. In short, he'd screwed up his already messed up life beyond repair. He didn't even know how to start to fix it and he definitely couldn't stay at the treehouse anymore. He wandered around, trying to figure out what to do. He needed someplace to stay, first of all. The problem was that he'd hurt all of his friends.
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