Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

"It's almost over," Charis said. "And then we'll take you away from this."

The boy looked up and smiled a little, a small smile that was even rarer than it had been when he first entered the Prison. As the judge bashed his mallet thing against the wood, he spoke. "After seeing all of this evidence and hearing the testimonies of the witnesses, The jury will now see if the convicted prisoner/patient of Farah High Security Jail and Mental Institute."

After the judge spoke, the jury nodded and walked into the room behind the benches.

Rokiri watched and sighed, hoping everything would be all right.

"Sit with us?" Charis asked. He nuzzled the top of Thor's head and kissed his cheek.

"I-I cant leave this side of the court room or change my chairs untill the Jury says if I'm free or not.." Thor said as he looked at the door that the jury had just entered.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Thor darling." Rokiri reassured him.

Charis smiled. "We're waiting for you at home too."

The boy smiled a little, some of the people behind the small wall that kept spectators and the people in the trial seperate frowned in sadness as they saw the almost heart wrenching friendship that could be shattered if the jury did not agree with Thor that he had been unjustly punished.

"Thanks you two...........you kept me sane enough to not want to kill myself..."

"It was nothing, really. Anyone would've done the same for a friend they cared about." Rokiri smiled softly.

"I would've done it for someone I love," Charis said happily. He reached for Thor as far as he could, "We're waiting for you."