Title: Vigilance Series: Changes Author: Brenda Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair/David Wenham Rating: PG13 Summary: It's good to be home. Disclaimer: Vampires don't exist. Notes: Timestamp ficlet for Greeniezona. Karl dropped his bag on the floor of the foyer, head cocked as he listened to the sounds of the castle walls creaking around him, settling into place. Outside, the wind was howling, rain slashing at the windows – a rare thunderstorm in L.A. – but inside, the darkness was inviting, an old, cherished lover greeting Karl with open arms. It was good to be back home. He kicked off his shoes and flung his coat and suit jacket on top of his bag, leaving everything where it was as he padded on silent feet up the winding staircase to the bedroom. By the time he reached the doorway, his tie was loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Lightning crackled, a brilliant spotlight illuminating the three figures entwined on the bed. Dave's reddish, messy mop of hair barely peeked from under the covers, and Karl could make out the outline of one of his arms curled around Orlando's waist. Orlando was, in typical fashion, sprawled face down, covering as much surface as he possibly could, soft snores barely stirring the air. One arm was flung out across Dave's chest, and Karl didn't need to look to know that the other was comfortably resting on top of Harry's muscular thigh. "Welcome home," a soft voice said, and Karl finished his journey, met Harry's soft, open smile with one of his own. Harry was sitting against the backboard, sheet riding dangerously low around his hips, naked chest all but gleaming in the dark. "Waiting up for me?" Karl asked, flicking the cuffs of his shirt open with practiced ease as he stepped forward. "Always." When Karl reached the edge of the bed, he knelt, reaching out with one hand to caress Orlando's smooth cheek, then ruffle Dave's hair. Both of them murmured and stirred only long enough to curl completely into each other. "Like kittens," Karl murmured out loud, and felt, rather than heard, Harry's low laugh in his ear. "Don't let them hear you say that." "Wouldn't dream of it," Karl smiled, then turned his head, meeting the familiar, beloved slide of Harry's lips with his own. ~fin~