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Author's note: I know I put this in the synopsis, but I want to stress that one of the characters has a stammer. In no way am I trying to mock anyone with one. That is not in my character. Even if I found humor in putting others down, I had a speech impediment when I was young. I empathize with people affected with them and just want to put one in a story as a normal person. I would dare not make light of it. If someone does find how I wrote Brendon disrespectful, please, when saying so, explain why. ************ Jeff Trumbull was closing his brolly as the train doors opened for him to board. He was at the Dean train station getting on the Southampton- bound to start another week at work. The man was hoping that his train buddy, Brendon Watson, was still not as gloomy as this morning's weather. Brendon was sitting more upright than he was last week, but still staring out the window told Jeff he was. The concerned friend understood why Brendon was as grey as the British weather was during this time of the year. The weather should break soon, for spring was coming and Jeff hoped the returning spring to Brendon's face was also here soon. It had been two months since Brendon caught his fiancee, Fiona Clarke, with his best friend, Liam Fry; still, it pained him to see such a good man in such a bad state of mind. Jeff also wondered what the hell Fionaand Liam, along with Brendon's so- called friends, were thinking. The man who did not understand people would have understood if it was a one night stand. People are human and make mistakes. Fiona and Liam were having an affair. Those two directly made Brendon, someone they confessed to caring about, an unwilling cuckold. Their friends him an unwilling cuckold by choosing to be loyal to disloyalty. Those so- called friends said it was a personal matter and wanted to stay out of it. They claimed it would not have been fair to grass up a friend to another friend; , that would be choosing sides. Jeff called that bullshit; he knew that they would have wanted people to tell them if they were in Brendon's place. Taking inaction was also taking a side, the side of protecting those who were breaking their friend's heart. Those people would have wanted someone to stop the cruel game Fiona and Liam were playing if it was their hearts they were kicking. Jeff could not stand when people do not treat others how they would want to be treated. Brendon and Fiona lived in Salisbury, which is known to all the residents as Smallbury. The former couple's close friends were just like Sergeant Schultz; they saw nothing. But acquaintances of were mentioning things, and he became like Joe Jackson, thinking there's something going on around here. Jeff thought what Brendon needed was to be more like Joe Jackson, steppin' out into the night. Jeff knew one of the reasons why he wanted Brendon to cheer up was selfish; he missed the banter between those two. When they were joking around the one-liners kept on coming as quickly as a royalist stood in attention for the Queen. Those two played off of each other as well as Mitchell and Webb. It was not just the light banter Jeff missed. It was nice to share the good and the bad with Brendon. The joys those two shared doubled from the other's knowing, and the sorrows became halved. This came from them caring about the other for who they were, not what they could do for the other. They were just good train friends, so there were no strings attached. Jeff sat down and said, "Come on, mate, cheer up." Brendon looked at his train friend and forced a smile, as he said, "I- I- I am fine. It is go- go- going to take a li- little more .. time." Brendon had a bout of adult- onset stammering. The lovelorn betrayed man was a stammerer when he was young. He outgrew the speech impediment as his confidence in himself grew. The hit to his confidence which came from what his best friend did with with his woman caused the stammerto come back. Brendon was just like any other person and had his share of heartache. This case of it was just the worst. He thought that in Fiona he had found that special lady who was not just his lover, but also his best friend. It shook his positive outlook on people that she would not only beunfaithful, but with Liam, his friend since childhood. "I know, Brendon. I just wish I could do something more than give support." "Dude, don't wo-worry, you do enough. We are train-buddies I am brea- brea- breaking out of the dumps. My stam- stam- stam-, damn it, stammering is lessening. Plus, I- I- I am going out to the Ca- Catheral on Friday." Jeff took what Brendon just said as good and bad news. The good also outweighed the bad. Jeff's train buddy was telling the truth about stammering a lot less than when the outbreak of it started. Brendon being upset about it was also good; , it showed he was finally over being numb from being devastated by Fiona and Liam. Finally, going out to the Cathedral bar was a sign he was ready to start to move on. Going to the Cathedral bar was also bad news. The Cathedral bar was a nightclub attached to the Cathedral Hotel in the heart of Salisbury. In general, people did not go there to hang out with others, but to be seen. That would be great if Brendon had a good wingman, but he did not. The person sitting next to Jeff was going to be hanging out with those people who did not have his best interests at heart. "Cool; still, watch out, mate. Make sure the ladies you flirt with are into you for who you are, and not into you to be with you for the night." That advice Jeff just gave was exactly why Brendon knew he had the best train friend he could ask for. Most men would be put more force on Brendon to have an one night stand than the Jedi Council had. Jeff was different; he knew that Brendon's days of playing the game were long over. The man sitting next to Brendon knew that his friend had found what he was looking for in a relationship, and nothing else would do. "I will only en- end up with a lady if she co- co- could fuck the stammering out of me." That was another good sign from Brendon. Even with being mad about having the stammer again, he was able to take the mickey out of himself about it. "Being se- serious. I will be ha- ha- happy if I ju- ju- just spend (OK, but maybe "spend") the night ta- ta- talking to a la- la- lady who is as easy to ta- talk with as you." Jeff thought to himself that could easily be arranged. Jeff was a crossdresser, and he was more than passable when en femme. As Mary ,he came in second place twice at Miss Alternative London, the second biggest crossdressing beauty pageant in the UK.. Also it would be nice to hit Salisbury as Mary. She loved the attention men gave her when dressed. Men drooled like one of Pavlov's dogs to a ringing bell when they saw Mary. Her legs were as long as a British Summer day. Her cheekbones were as high as the audience at a Stone Roses concert show and her eyes were as big as The Beatles were when they appeared on Ed Sullivan. It was settled within himself. Jeff was going to head to Salisbury as Mary with a couple of his genetic women friends. The girls always wanted to be out and about with Mary, but never wanted to spend the night in London. ************ The rest of the work week for both Jeff and Brendon went as fast as Jeremy Clarkson driving a car. Jeff did pry a little to find out Brendon's plans for the night. He was relieved to find out that Brendon was not going out with his friends, but instead with Charles Smith, his next door neighbor. The man who was slowly finding his groove knew it would be as uncomfortable as small talk between two of his fellow countrymen for him to hang out with his friends. Friday night came about, and to start the night, Brendon and Charlie went to Weatherspoons, a big box hotel and pub chain.You walk into one Wetherspoons, you walked into them all. . Their cheap and nice selection of guest ales was a great selling point for those two. Brendon was going to get a nice little buzz going so he did not waste too much money at the Cathedral. This corporate public house was the perfect place to start the night for the guys because there was minimal social interaction between strangers. Those two could talk without interruption. That was ideal for both of them. Charlie, being new to town, invited Brendon out for he wanted to get to know his neighbor, and Brendon wanted to have a couple in him before he talked to anyone else. His stammer would go away after Brendon had a couple. After the men out for a night on the town primed themselves for the nightclub, they walked across town to it. Those two walked into the Cathedral and the music was already loud enough to make their eardrums pulsate to it. Brendon had not been here for two months, but knew it must be 22:15 from the song which was playing. He shook his head in disbelief when he saw the shirt the DJ was wearing. It was a white T-shirt, "I am NOT a Jukebox" on it. If he was a DJ then why did Greenwich use what song he was playing to set their clocks? Seeing that wanker behind the wheels of steel made Brendon realize he did not miss how pretentious most of the people were at the nightclub. Even if the music was not too loud and the people were not too full of themselves in the bar, those two would have still sat out in the garden area. It was the first mild night of the year. Also the crowd inside the club gets filled with more people like them later in the night. It was best for them to be outside. As Brendon and Charlie were out in the garden, Mary showed up at the club with a couple of her girlfriends. The looks she got from the men made watching what she ate and the hours at the gym worth it. If pressed, Mary would admit that it was nice to see the birds at the club being jealous of how the mocking bird looked. Mary knew that looks were as important as the royal family was to running the country, but it was still nice to be noticed . As Jeff, she did not get that much attention from out of the blue. She loved how it felt when a man smiled at her just because she was as pleasing to the eyes as the White Cliffs of Dover. The frequency of Brendon's stammering was going down the higher his blood alcohol content was going up. Charlie was having a good time getting to know his neighbor and looking at the women wearing their Friday night finest. Charlie was a little ashamed of himself when he was shocked at how witty Brendon was. He knew he just assumed Brendon was not, because of the stammer. Then a couple of people from the defense lab at Salisbury Plains, where Charlie worked, showed up in the garden area. Charlie excused himself to say hi. Brendon told Charlie to take his time. Even with his time out with Charlie being as good as the Manchester Sound, Brendon was ready to go home. Him wanting to call it a night was for this was about the time Liam and the rest of his friends would show up at the Cathedral. The man leaving Brendon alone was the opportunity Mary was looking for. Having her male ego's train-fbuddy hit on her called for a precision operation. Mary knew it had to be a one-on-one happenstance encounter, and she had a perfect one. As Mary walked in her short skirt and high heels towards Brendon's table, she was digging in her purse looking for a lighter which was not there. The stunning lady gave up her false search when she was close to Brendon's table. Then Mary scanned around, acting like she was hoping to find what she knew was right in front of the man she wanted to spend the night talking with, a lighter. Mary asked her mark for a light and he stammered a little when he said "y-yes." Mary did her best and held her cringe inside her as well as her fellow countrymen did their emotions when she heard Brendon's stammer. Brendon's stammer came from him being stunned at how beautiful the lady was who asked him for a light. To Brendon, the lady standing in front of him was not just the most beautiful lady in Salisbury, but all of Wiltshire County. He was a little ashamed of himself for judging her solely on her looks, but damn it, he wanted to stay and chat. His lighter sparked a fire to her fag, and their shared smile sparked a good vibe between them. Mary's smile felt so familiar to Brendon, and he did not know why. The man who was feeling very comfortable around his new friend did not make the connection. That smile was the same smile as Jeff's. Mary then asked if Brendon was alone. The man knew she was looking for a reason to stay and get to know him better. The man who was gaining his confidence thought to himself, "Stay Calm and tell her the truth." Brendon said, "No, my friend went to say hi to his work buddies. If you like, stay and keep me company. I am Brendon." Mary's smile got a little bit bigger on her face. "I am Mary, and I would love to. Let me get us drinks first and I will be right back." Mary held her cringe in again. This time it was from her messing up. Even with wanting to flirt with Brendon, she saw him as a train-buddy. That internal cringe quickly went away when the gentleman said, "No, you sit here and I will get the drinks." Brendon's heart sank as he was walking back to the table. He saw Liam there talking with Mary. By Liam's stance, he knew the man who took his woman was hitting on Mary. That must have meant that Liam and Fiona were already over. It hurt him more than watching the tryouts for Britain Has Talent that his ex did not call to get him back. Brendon greeted the Casanova, "Hey th- th- there, Liam." Brendon could not believe that his stammer came back. For the first time in his life, he felt it was not fair to have to deal with it. When Brendon was a small boy, his mom made sure he knew that stammer would add character to him and people who would judge him because of it were not worth his time. It pained him that he was going against his mom's words of wisdom and thinking that, even if Mary did judge him because of the stammer, she was worth his time. Liam laughed when he saw the two drinks. Not only was he going to hit on this lady who was hotter than Samantha Fox in the 1980's, he did not even have to get her a drink. "Hey there, Brendon, nice to see you.The gang is over there. Why don't you go say hi? Tell them I will be over later. I am talking to this good looking lady. She is a little tall, but that is fine." Mary never could understand why women liked men who were as arrogant as Liam. How could a woman want to be with someone who tries to make them insecure? Liam made sure that Mary knew he noticed her height, something most women would be self conscious of. Even if she did not know he was the man who helped Fiona break Brendon's heart, Liam had as much of a chance with her as The Queens Park Rangers being promoted to the Premier League. Mary knew that she had to make sure Brendon knew she chose him. "Liam, you know only little boys notice my height, and I am here to talk to men, someone like the gentleman who brought me my wine." Brendon said, "I would much rather be here with Mary, so why don't you tell the gang I said hi. Talk to you later, Liam." Liam sulked back to his friends, not believing that fox picked being with Brendon over him. He was more condescending than an Alan Rickman character in thinking he was the superior choice over anyone at the club tonight. By the time he made it back to his friends, Liam's false sense of superiority was back with him. He had convinced himself that Mary must only be after someone to pay for her drinks tonight, and she was on that he would not. Brendon felt so relieved when his stammer went away as quickly as the change in the British weather. Mary was also so happy to hear those words come out of Brendon's mouth as smoothly as David Bowie dressed. The lady knew if she did her magic right, Brendon's stammering would be gone to stay. After talking a few minutes to his workmates, Charlie was ready to go back to hang out with Brendon. The man changed his mind when he saw his friend talking to that beautiful stranger. He knew he would feel as welcome as the EU did in Great Britain. The longer Brendon and Mary talked, the more he felt like he knew her. The man, who did not know he was talking to a dear friend, took it as them just having a connection. Brendon was also so relieved that the more they talked, the less her looks became important for him wanting her to stay. After about an hour, Quinton Crabtree and Dean Swanepoel finally made it over to say hi to Brendon. They missed seeing their friend, and wanted to make sure everything was fine between them. It should be; , those two did nothing. It was Liam and Fiona who broke Brendon's heart. Those two did not understand that them doing nothing was what made everything not fine between them and Brendon. It was true that they were put into an uncomfortable position by the cheating woman and her willing accomplice, but their inaction made them side with the people who broke Brendon's trust. They took the easy way of dealing with the situation, instead of the right way. Quinton and Dean greeted Brendon and quickly found out everything was not fine between them, because Brendon's greeting was as cold as the North Sea. The two who did nothing stayed in hopes that their friend would warm up to them. Brendon did not, and his frigidness towards those two started to give their souls frostbite. Those two left for the warmth of their friends. As a parting shot, Quinton warned Brendon he would be alone if he blamed others for actions they did not take. Those words did nothing to defrost Brendon's heart of ice towards them. He would much rather be by himself for the right reasons, then hang out with people for the wrong ones. Also with how they did not inform him about the truth, he felt alone even in their presences. As the night went on, Mary and Brendon were enjoying each other's company. The man who was smitten was noticing all of Mary's little nuances; the way she closed her eyes while laughing, her laugh being a three-two cadence, and how she leaned forward and cocked her head a little to her left while she was listening. Brendon swore that Sting wrote Every Little Thing She Does is Magic about Mary. After a couple of hours of studying Mary, Brendon was as wrong as not using an u to spell colour about Liam and Fiona breaking up. He found this out when out of the corner of his eye, Fiona's ex saw her show up. She was supposed to be in Southampton all night for a hen party, but came home early to surprise her man. Instead, she got the unwanted surprise of seeing Liam hitting on some random bird. Fiona could not believe the man who stole her heart was being unfaithful. He might have seduced one of his best mate's missus, but in Fiona's mind, that was for how great of a catch she was. This bird was nothing more than a skank. The hurt lady charged over there with more force than the Light Brigade, and confronted the shocked cheater. "You are nothing more than a no good cheating wanker." Liam tried to talk his way out of being caught. "Fiona dear, Kate is an old friend." Fiona was so angry that she could not look at her man. The lady who got a taste of her own medicine looked around and saw Brendon. She knew what she had to do; go over there and get the man back she wronged. "Liam, we are done." As Fiona started to come towards Brendon, he got as nervous as a commoner meeting the Queen. Fiona's ex knew that up to meeting Mary, he would have taken the woman who broke his heart back in a heartbeat. Now, he did not know. Mary was great but they were just talking. Mary stressed that she was not looking for anything serious; , she needed more time to be ready for another serious relationship. Even with knowing that Mary was not ready, Brendon knew she was worth the wait. Then again, if someone was the right person, then the other person would be ready no matter what. Brendon was still recovering from his broken heart, so he believed it did not matter to Brendon that Mary and him were not meant to be. The time spent at her side helped him see he deserved better than Fiona. "Hey there, sugar, how have you been?" Brendon loved it when Fiona called him sugar, and that caused his stress level to go up more. The mixed emotions he was having caused his stammer to come back harder than British steel. "Fi- fi- fine. Ho- -ow have yo- yo- yo- you been, Fiona?" "Tell the truth, I have not been well since you left me. Do you mind if I join you two?" Brendon looked at Mary. Even with her only wanting to be friends, the gentleman wanted to defer to her. Mary looked as sad as a song by Joy Division, but slightly shook her head yes. She knew this lady deserves another chance with Brendon as much tea needed to be iced, but it was not her place to make the decision. "Of co- co- course you ca- ca- ca- can join us. Let me ge- get you a drink." Even with Brendon's stammer back, Mary knew her work here was done. Brendon and Fiona were going to get back together and that will cause the stammer to go away again. She just hoped that Fiona learned her lesson and never did anything to hurt that wonderful man again. "Brendon, I will go get the drink. You stay and catch up with your friend. Talking with you made it worthwhile coming out tonight." Fiona thought that she was in like Flynn when Brendon quickly reverted back to what she saw as acting like her boyfriend and that beautiful lady conceded defeat by leaving. "So what are you doing tomorrow night, sugar? ." "St- staying at home." "Oh, that will be great. I can pick up some curry. We can cuddle, and watch some movies." Fiona just acting like they were a couple again made Brendon see that he wanted nothing to do with her. He knew she saw her cheating on him as no big deal and would do so again if she got too complacent in the relationship. Brendon lost his nervousness about if he would take Fiona back. It took his stammer along. "Fiona, no. You are not coming over. I do not want anything personal to do with you. You asked to sit here and I said yes, for you have no one to talk with about Liam cheating on you. Your so-called friends will not be there for you, like they were not there for me, when you were cheating on me with him." " Brendon, you are making a huge mistake. I am giving you a chance to get back with me. You will never get another woman like me." Brendon replied, "That is the point. I do not want a woman like you. Now leave me alone." The rejected woman was long gone by the time Mary came back with the drink. Even with Mary knowing that she and Brendon were never meant to be, she was happy. Brendon might be being going home alone tonight, but he would not feel lonely. Mary knew that her spending time with him tonight gave him the strength to rather be in the good company of solitude than the bad company of all the wrong people. With her work being done here, Mary finished her drink and told the man whose company she immensely enjoyed, she was done for the night. Brendon did not want the night to end and asked her to join him for some take away at Chic-O-Land. Mary was a little hungry for more time with Brendon, so she said yes. As they ate their late night snack, Brendon asked if Mary would like to go visit the ruins at Old Sarum tomorrow. Mary found herself wanting to say yes. Instead, she let herself down gently by saying "I would love to, but like I said, Brendon, I am not looking for anything right now. I just enjoyed being around you, and can't we leave it at us having a great time?" "I know you are not looking for anything. You think I would ask you to that historical site as a first date?" "Brendon, of course not. I mean it could lead to something more. I was trying to tell you I would love to if I could, but I came up here to be with my girlfriends. I did ignore them enough tonight. I am sorry. I better get going." "There is no need to be sorry. I had to see if I could spend a little more time with you. This night was a special night, but it was commonplace compared to you. Take care, Mary." Mary could not resist kissing Brendon on his cheek. It would not harm Jeff's train-buddy, and she wanted to show him that she felt the same about the night and the company she spent it with. "You take care also, Brendon." The man, who got the answer he expected but did not want, took it in stride. Brendon was being respectful of Mary's wishes of not wanting to start anything. He was just hoping to have a little more time in her presence. As she walked away from him, Brendon took one more lesson in the nuances of Mary; , her normal walk. On her way back to her hotel room, Mary took off her heels. ********** It was a happy Monday on the train for Brendon. He was looking forward to seeing his train-buddy, Jeff. Brendon wanted to let Jeff know that he turned the corner on Fiona and, more importantly, talk about Mary. Brendon knew it was more likely he would see Nessy than Mary again, but wanted to share his short time with her. Retelling the story to someone else would give the memory more strength to stay with him a little longer. As Jeff walked towards Brendon, the man who had a good tale to tell laughed to himself. He knew that Mary was on his mind too much, Jeff's walk reminded him of her. The smile on Jeff's face from seeing his friend in such a good mood made Brendon's internal laugh become external. That smile was a dead ringer for Mary's. Jeff heard Brendon's laugh and closed his eyes and did a three-two cadence laugh. Brendon shook his head in disbelief, for that was Mary's laugh. The many similarities made Brendon come to the conclusion he was so comfortable with Mary for it so happened that she had a couple of the same mannerisms as a mate of his. Jeff sat down across from Brendon and asked his train-buddy to tell him all about his weekend. As Brendon went to share with Jeff what the inquisitive man already knew; Jeff leaned forward and cocked his head a little to his left. "Jeff, I meet this great lady on Friday night at the nightclub and she is on my mind. I swear every little thing reminds me of her. You will not believe it, but you remind me of her." Hearing the start of Brendon's story scared Jeff some. The man who looked great as a woman knew his fear was as daft as a Monty Python sketch, but needed to hear more. "Go on." Brendon would have thought he was as kooky as an eccentric with Jeff saying a common phrase like 'go on' reminding him of Mary, but he knew better. Brendon would have gotten an A on his A Level exam on the nuances of Mary. Brendon knew it was not just the saying, but the slight roll of Jeff's wrist as he said "go on." Mary did the same thing. "What you just did, saying 'go on'. and rolling your wrist. She did the same thing. It is so much more; you two have the same laugh, the same smile and the same walk." "The same walk? How could you see that? Mary was wearing high heels." "Not the entire night." When Brendon said Mary, they both realized Jeff used her name before he knew it. Jeff cursed himself. Brendon drew the wrong conclusion. Jeff got Mary to talk with him to build up his confidence. The man finding out the woman he found special only spent time with him out of pity brought back Brendon's stammer. "Hold up, yo- yo- you know Ma- Ma- Mary? Yo- yo- yo- you got h- h- h- her to act li- like she wa- wa- was interested in me." Jeff was beating himself up more than a football hooligan drank. Him trying to help his friend backfired, and Jeff knew it hurt both of them. "Mary was not acting." "Brendon looked down, and said, "Ye- ye- yeah, right." "She was not. You have to trust me on that. She needed to go out, and I told her about you. Mary needed a man like you to be around. A man who is sweet, kind, gentle. One who does not judge a woman on how she looks. A man who does not care about her body." Brendon said nothing. He knew those words were true. The connection between those two was better than Dickens and Victorian England, yet how could Jeff say those words with so much conviction? Jeff said "I am sorry, I better get going." Brendon heard Mary's voice when Jeff said those words. They were delivered right then exactly the same as they were on Saturday night. The same little bit of sadness in them. Those words were from the same person. Brendon looked up and saw Mary's face. There was no makeup, but the high cheekbones and big eyes were the same. Brendon looked at Jeff's arms. They were as slender as Mary's and the same skin tone. The confused man said, "Yo- you are Ma- Mary." There was a better chance of a bank holiday being sunny than Jeff lying. He knew he lost the friendship he had with Brendon, but there was no way he could lie to him. Brendon was as special as Thom Yorke wanted to be. "Yes, I am. I know we cannot be train-buddies anymore. Like I said, I am sorry. I better get going." Getting closer to the truth about Friday made Brendon regain his confidence and lose his stammer. He was still hurting from Fiona and Liam, but knew that Mary helped him so much to see himself how he really was. He wanted her to be in his life, if not as lovers, at least as friends. "Hold on. We can be more than train-buddies. Let us get off at the next stop and talk about it.I want to get to know the real you." Jeff could not think of anything he would rather do than spend the day talking with that wonderful man. "Of course you can. I want to tell you all about the real me."