Romeo and Juliet. (Onzy)

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Greg chuckled as Hutch threw in a small buck as he lunged the Clydesdale. With spring rapidly drawing into Park, each of his stallions had more and more spirit in them by the day. While it was good coming from Hutch, Jags and Vince, Tom was becoming a problem. The bold Cob was becoming cheekier and cheekier, as well as much more excitable. Greg was at his wits end already, and they’d only arrived in Park a week ago. Clicking his tongue, Greg asked Hutch for a canter which the stallion obliged easily, his large frame moving with elegance that only a Clydesdale could possess with a structure like that. Keeping the horse moving at a steady pace, he glanced over to the paddock to see Jags trotting eagerly up and down along the fence line. Greg frowned, unused to seeing his Oldenburg so alert and wound up. He was usually the one quietly grazing, not batting an eyelid to what was going on around him. Deciding to give him a once over after finishing with Hutch, Greg returned his attention to the chestnut horse he was working with.

Half an hour later found Greg leading the now completely chilled out Hutch back to the paddock. Tom and Vince immediately came to greet the stallion, as if they hadn’t seen him in years not an hour. Rolling his eyes, Greg released Hutch and gave the horse a fond pat and a carrot, as well as the same treatment for the other two. Skirting around the nickering threesome, he glanced around for Jags and frowned when he couldn’t see him. Walking to the side of the stables, making sure that he wasn’t munching on the hay that Greg had put there this morning, his brows shot up in surprise when Jags was nowhere to be seen. “Oh shit.” He exclaimed suddenly, jogging over to where he’d seen the stallion trotting earlier. Looking along the fence line, he saw the tell-tale signs that the horse had jumped the fence. There was an indent on the grass the other side of the fence. Searching around the house first, he growled in frustration before letting Driz out.

“Find Jags.” He asked the dog, following him as Driz’s ears perked and his tail lifted high as his nose hit the ground. Greg’s eyes widened as Driz began to trot down the street, before they widened in recognition. “This can’t be good.” He muttered softly to himself, and then winced as they came to the paddock of his neighbour’s home. “Oh Jags, you’re going to get me in trouble already.” He grumbled to the stallion, who had obviously just dismounted from the chestnut mare, looking very proud of himself and stated. “’No, they won’t cause any trouble!’ I said. ‘They’ll stay in their paddock and pasture at all times!’ I said.” He grumbled, and then flinched as he heard the back door of the house slam. “For the record Jags, I hate you.” He whispered harshly at the stallion, who was still looking very pleased with himself, and then turned to see the man who owned the mare emerge.

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The young doctor sat in his study, his desk overlooking the paddocks in which his three horses grazed happily. Phonic, now a rising five year old, was outgrowing his odd, gangly youth and becoming quite the looker. Of course, Lestat had the horse gelded, not wishing for an unplanned foal. Slowly, and where his schedule allowed, he was starting to back the horse, making sure he knew his place in the world. He had gotten Phonic at an auction soon after his arrival, and a month after that, the horse had colicked. Now, a year and a half on, Phonic was as happy as ever. And fat. There was more fat on that warmblood that on any of his other horses. Maybe because Lolly and King were his most active competition horses. With a show almost every weekend, the pair had to remain fit. After all, they could still qualify for the Olympics if time allowed them to.

Lolly was separated from the boys, coming into heat the day previously. King and Phonic did think were stallions, and rather than have the mare injured, he just separated them. Lestat smiled fondly, returning his thoughts to the work in front of him. Olivia had chosen a workaholic, but thankfully, their busy schedules allowed them to appreciate the time they spent with each other. Getting up to fetch another of his medical journals, he didn't notice the stallion escaping into his pasture until it was vastly too late. Turning back to the window, he watched in sheer horror as the stallion did his thing and then dismounted. Lolly, not knowing any better, allowed her hormones and pheromones to do the talking.

Lestat hurried down the staircase and allowed his back door to slam shut. By the time he had arrived at Lolly, the stallion's owner had also arrived. The black gelding was a handsome fellow, and his chestnut mare was nibbling on the horse's wither's. Looking slightly panicked, Lestat inspected his precious horse for any signs of injury. Once he reached her dock, he quite noticed that the stallion was indeed a stallion and not a faux one. Running his hands through his hair, Lestat emitted a deep sigh, one reciprocated by King behind him who did not like this intruder.
Looking at the owner, he noticed it was his neighbour who had moved in a few days prior. Now what? he asked, annoyance and frustration clear in his Anglo-Franc vocals.

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Greg cringed as the man came into view, knowing he was in deep trouble if he was angry. Straightening up though, he asked Driz to sit. The dog was eager to start herding Jags back to his own paddock. Greg sighed softly, his glare turning on Jags as the other man began checking on his mare. Locking furious eyes with the dark bay, he narrowed his and growled softly at him. Jags’s expression became almost amused, so Greg lifted his head and was dragging his finger across his neck in a death threatening manner. He was mid action when the man spoke, causing Greg to drop his hand and scratch at the back of his neck sheepishly.

The tall male definitely understood the other man’s annoyance, especially as Jags and the mare were looking quite cozy. He gave a disbelieving laugh as Jags began to nuzzle into the chestnuts neck, looking quite at home. It also seemed that his neighbour wasn’t the only one annoyed by Jags intrusion. The gelding in the next door pasture was also looking disgruntled. Greg couldn’t blame him either. Jags looked ridiculously smug.“You’ll get a good foal out of this?” He answered eventually. “Seriously, that horse is a goldmine when it comes to stud fees. He’s competed in the Olympics twice, thrown many a good foals. His daughter is at the college if you want proof.” He defended his horse quickly. Sure, Jags had just escaped his pasture, made his merry way over to the nearest mare, molested said mare that actually looked quite happy about it and probably just caused a neighbourly feud. But Jags was a fantastic stud, people paid top money for him.

“I can pay for vet bills if she needs them?” He offered, hoping to keep the man pleased. He really didn’t need to be reported for this, and have to have his stallions removed or gelded at least. They were his lively hood really, and usually much better behaved. Well, except Tom. “I’m kind of surprised it wasn’t my Cob actually. He’s usually the escape artist.” He commented, his gaze falling back to Jags and the mare who were looking very content indeed. “I think it’s time we get you out of there, Jags.” He commented. “You don’t have a head collar I could borrow, do you?” He asked the man, having forgotten to pick one up before his frantic chase after his runaway.

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Of course he recognised the stallion. This horse had been big news at the Olympics a while back, and still was with the foals he was throwing. He didn't think he would ever have the privilege of living next door to the man. Lestat closed his eyes in thought. On one side, he hoped that Lolly had taken with foal. On the other, he saw some of his Olympic dreams go down the drain. Lestat observed the stallion with a keen and trained eye, his brow furrowed in thought and concentration. Several plans came to mind. One being to hate his neighbour forever, but Lestat wasn't that type of person.

Lestat knew his mare. She was the type that could easily unlatch a paddock or stable latch, hence the bailing twine around her paddock lock. The horses had outdoor stables they could escape to when the weather was bad, and Lestat felt bad to separate the mare and Jags. I'm sure the insurance will pay for the vet bills, he said finally. Let Jags stay here for a day or so, just so that he can get it out of his system. I have no doubt that if you take him back now it's going to become the escape war of note, he added on. Lolly had taken to resting her head on the stallions back, eyes drooping in content. Now with that face, the doctor did feel bad to separate the pair.

I'm Doctor Lestat de Lioncourt by the way, and the mare here is Lolly, he introduced himself, holding out a hand for the other to shake. The chestnut mare looked too content to be considered anything else but that, and so ignored the introductions as she usually did.

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Greg felt achievement as he saw the recognition flash in the man’s eyes as he looked at Jags again. His stallion was better known that Gregory gave him credit for. He remained silent as the man assessed Jags and fell into thought. Greg simply scratched the top of Driz’s head, the Weimaraner making a content grumble in the back of his throat. The male rocked on his heels, his expression thoughtful. He guessed it would be nice to live across the street from where one of Jags’s offspring lived. The only foal they’d kept was Rumour, and though they kept up with the progress of all of his other foals, it would be nice to see one grow again. He couldn’t fight the smile that appeared at the prospect.

He was pulled from his thoughts as the man finally answered him, causing Greg to raise a brow in surprise. Looking over to his stallion and the mare, he chuckled softly. They did, in fairness to them, look adorable. He’d never say that aloud, but he couldn’t really find the heart to separate them just yet either. “If you’re sure. He shouldn’t cause any trouble with your gelding’s, he’s fairly well-mannered and chilled out.” He informed him, his lips quirked into a smile. Moving a little closer to the paddock, he reached out and cupped Jags’s chin. Narrowing his eyes at the stallion, Greg bit out a warning. “Jags, I swear to God, that if you do not behave yourself, you can say goodbye to your manhood.” He threatened the now alert stallion. The horse seemed to flinch, as if he knew what Greg meant and Greg smiled in satisfaction. Releasing his hold on Jags’s chin, he turned back to face his neighbour.

“Olivia’s boyfriend?” He asked in surprise, his smile growing. “I’m Officer Gregory Richards, or Greg. And, of course, that’s Jags and this is Driz.” He pointed at the dog. He guessed he should explain how he knew Olivia. “My son’s attending the college, and Olivia is personally responsible for him as he’s deaf. I also know her through Sam, who got me the job here.” He smiled. “You’re a lucky man.” He complimented, having been struck by not only Olivia’s beauty but also her personality when he had met her. “Oh, and feel free to use him during her pregnancy. Call it a replacement for when she’s out of action, if you want.” He offered, gesturing to Jags.

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Lestat pushed Lolly's head away when she placed it on his shoulder. He was making it quite known that he was displeased with her. Her second day on heat and she was probably going to take. It would last another three days, so he could look after Jags for that long. The stallion would make sure the mare was going to carry his foal, and there was nothing he could do about it, but keep his gelding's away from Jags. King was the jealous type and would want Jags out of here. Thinking, he wondered where he would get the space for the extra horse, but then he realised that he would have to use the larger paddock with the stall for Jags and Lolly. Oh well, it was only temporary, and he would have to build an extra stable in any case for the foal.

Well mannered and chilled out would have asked permission to mount my mare, Lestat grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fantastic. If Lestat was surprised that this man knew Olivia, he showed it, but accepted the explanation. Where Olivia was concerned, he did have a bit of a jealous side, especially when it came to her almost brotherly friendship with Samuel Holmes. That was what frustrated him. Why can't she have woman as friends. It would make life so much easier.

He's not going to be here for eleven months. Just as long as Lolly here is in heat. Once that is over, I'm bringing Mr.Happy back to you, saying, obviously still miffed about the entire situation. Lolly was being ridden by an excellent rider that had managed to qualify for the Olympics. Now King was going to be that replacement, and the gelding hardly wanted to work. It couldn't have come at a worse time.