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palacechristian) wrote2005-01-18 10:46 pm
palacechristian) wrote2005-01-18 10:46 pm
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Christian, Johnny and Liam. Christian 'calls' Johnny.
Directly after this
Johnny sat in his corner of the office sofa, cradling a cup of chocolate coffee in both hands, the scented steam wafting past his face. He turned troubled eyes to Liam and said, "But what do we do? Ben needs Hal, he's going to pieces at just the though of being without him even for a few days. But Hal's ready to crack, I can tell, and it's not fair to make him deal with this all day, every day, forever. I don't see--" Suddenly he felt a familiar presence in his mind, and he cut himself off, his eyes unfocusing.
Christian knew it was the wrong time, but he knew too that Johnny would want to know about this. He'd weighed one against the other and decided that, even though no one really expected to have any actual facts for a couple of days at least, he had no reason to withhold what little information he did have. So he interrupted.
Johnny? Sorry to bust in but I need to talk to you.
"Sorry," Johnny murmured, glancing at Liam for a moment. "It's Christian, it must be important."
Liam nodded and got up to refill his coffee mug, then settled down at his desk with his back to Johnny, giving him some privacy.
I'm here, Johnny thought, sending the puff of warm closeness that was a mental hug. What is it?
Wrapping warm thoughts around his lover, Christian told him. There's been a bit of an incident here today and I wanted to let you know. First though, don't panic, because he's going to be fine but . . . Harry's in hospital. Someone stabbed him.
Johnny's mind froze. He felt warm coffee spreading into his slacks, across his thighs, as though from very far away. Harry...? What? What happened?
Christian increased the calm, the warmth and love he'd been sending. We're not sure yet. Seems he was over the road at the pub and went to Elijah's defense. Robbery, argument, we don't know, but the young lad was unconscious and Harry was stabbed in the stomach. He lost a lot of blood but they operated and he's going to be fine. The rest will have to wait.
Fine, he was going to be fine. He'd been stabbed but he was going to be fine. Harry! He curled up, hugging his knees to his chest, vaguely aware of a dull thump to one side. He leaned into Christian's calm support, letting the love and reassurance surround him and calm his fear, if only somewhat. Is...? How bad? I mean, how much damage was there? Is he going to be, are there going to be any problems, after?
Oh, the hell with this! Christian drew Johnny into a more solid embrace, giving them both form in a small room he created for them and kissed Johnny's temple. “They took out his spleen.” Christian said softly. “Too badly damaged to repair. But we do fine without them and they'll give him an implant to make up the difference. He'll be good to go in a week and a bit.”
Johnny slid his arms around Christian's waist and pulled him close, burying his face in his lover's shoulder. Okay. Harry was going to be okay, they could fix it and he'd be fine.
He nodded and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Okay, he thought. That's good, thanks. He cuddled closer, running his hands up and down Christian's back, rubbing his cheek against the warm smoothness of his silk shirt.
There was little more Christian could tell Johnny or say to alleviate his anxiety, so he just held him for as long as he needed and when finally his lover showed signs of calming, he changed the subject. “In other news,” he said, reaching around to pull up his sleeve, “I am now a marked man.” He made the bandage he was wearing in instead of his watch vanish and showed Johnny the tattoo.
Johnny looked, then stared. His eyes widened, his lips parting slightly. He reached out with one finger and touched, feeling only smooth, warm skin, and a strong pulse on the underside. He cradled Christian's forearm in his two hands, lifting it up gently and brushing his cheek against the rope patterns, then his lips.
"I take it that's approval?" Christian smiled. "Looks real, doesn't it? The guy who did it was amazing! Should have seen his tatts. Magic! His name was Greek, if you can believe it. Nice bloke, too. Knew who I was and never said a word."
"It's wonderful." Johnny looked up at Christian with his heart in his eyes and kissed the tattoo. "Perfect." He reached up and kissed Christian's jaw. "Beautiful."
Turning his head, Christian captured Johnny's mouth in a long, tender kiss. When they parted, he trailed a finger down the side of Johnny's face. "Yeah? So 're you." With a reluctant sigh, he moved back just a little. "I'll have to get you back to Liam in a sec." he said. "But I'll talk to you twice a day 'till you can call Harry yourself, okay?"
"Okay." Johnny nodded and leaned in for another kiss. "Thanks for telling me. Let me know right away when Harry wakes up or whatever and I can call him?"
"'Course I will." Christian grinned and kissed the tip of Johnny's nose. "Just remember he's gonna be fine. It's all over and done, all right? Now, let's go see what Liam's up to." With that, he dissolved the room around them and bought their conscious minds into Liam's study. Neither Christian or Johnny could see Liam as Christian hadn't made the connection between them and he took the opportunity afforded by the last moment of privacy to steal another kiss.
When Christian finally brought Liam in, it was a bit crowded for a minute. Liam had Johnny on his lap, enveloped in his arms and rocking him slowly. A white towel with a coffee-chocolate colored stain on it was spread over Johnny's thighs, and another one on the rug right in front of the sofa.
"You're back, are you?" he growled, his voice harsh but his hands still gentle as he rubbed Johnny's arms. "What's wrong, then? This doesn't look like a quick snog session." He raised one callused thumb and brushed a tear Johnny didn't remember shedding off his cheek.
Christian vaguely regretted being non-material for a moment, but Liam was a good substitute. He smiled at his old friend. "Bit of bad news." he told him. "Harry had a bit of an incident and is in hospital. He's going to be fine but it appears he got into a fight, got stabbed. But we're good now, I think, aren't we?" He looked at Johnny.
Liam looked at him, the tightening around the corners of his mouth the only sign that the news affected him. He looked down at Johnny, who'd taken the towel off his lap and was mopping his face with the drier corners, but otherwise looked calm, and asked, "He's doing well, then? Nothing vital or irreplaceable got cut off, I take it?"
"Lost his spleen." Christian explained. "Sustained blood loss, but all under control now. They're keeping him sedated for a couple of days, they said, then it's all uphill and out." He was starting to tire and it showed in his image, which wavered a little. "Long day." he said. "I've got to go. Talk to you tomorrow, Johnny. Liam."
Johnny reached up for a last kiss. "Tomorrow," he said. "And thanks for telling me. Love you."
"Backatcha." Christian whispered as the link broke and he faded away.
Johnny sat in his corner of the office sofa, cradling a cup of chocolate coffee in both hands, the scented steam wafting past his face. He turned troubled eyes to Liam and said, "But what do we do? Ben needs Hal, he's going to pieces at just the though of being without him even for a few days. But Hal's ready to crack, I can tell, and it's not fair to make him deal with this all day, every day, forever. I don't see--" Suddenly he felt a familiar presence in his mind, and he cut himself off, his eyes unfocusing.
Christian knew it was the wrong time, but he knew too that Johnny would want to know about this. He'd weighed one against the other and decided that, even though no one really expected to have any actual facts for a couple of days at least, he had no reason to withhold what little information he did have. So he interrupted.
Johnny? Sorry to bust in but I need to talk to you.
"Sorry," Johnny murmured, glancing at Liam for a moment. "It's Christian, it must be important."
Liam nodded and got up to refill his coffee mug, then settled down at his desk with his back to Johnny, giving him some privacy.
I'm here, Johnny thought, sending the puff of warm closeness that was a mental hug. What is it?
Wrapping warm thoughts around his lover, Christian told him. There's been a bit of an incident here today and I wanted to let you know. First though, don't panic, because he's going to be fine but . . . Harry's in hospital. Someone stabbed him.
Johnny's mind froze. He felt warm coffee spreading into his slacks, across his thighs, as though from very far away. Harry...? What? What happened?
Christian increased the calm, the warmth and love he'd been sending. We're not sure yet. Seems he was over the road at the pub and went to Elijah's defense. Robbery, argument, we don't know, but the young lad was unconscious and Harry was stabbed in the stomach. He lost a lot of blood but they operated and he's going to be fine. The rest will have to wait.
Fine, he was going to be fine. He'd been stabbed but he was going to be fine. Harry! He curled up, hugging his knees to his chest, vaguely aware of a dull thump to one side. He leaned into Christian's calm support, letting the love and reassurance surround him and calm his fear, if only somewhat. Is...? How bad? I mean, how much damage was there? Is he going to be, are there going to be any problems, after?
Oh, the hell with this! Christian drew Johnny into a more solid embrace, giving them both form in a small room he created for them and kissed Johnny's temple. “They took out his spleen.” Christian said softly. “Too badly damaged to repair. But we do fine without them and they'll give him an implant to make up the difference. He'll be good to go in a week and a bit.”
Johnny slid his arms around Christian's waist and pulled him close, burying his face in his lover's shoulder. Okay. Harry was going to be okay, they could fix it and he'd be fine.
He nodded and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Okay, he thought. That's good, thanks. He cuddled closer, running his hands up and down Christian's back, rubbing his cheek against the warm smoothness of his silk shirt.
There was little more Christian could tell Johnny or say to alleviate his anxiety, so he just held him for as long as he needed and when finally his lover showed signs of calming, he changed the subject. “In other news,” he said, reaching around to pull up his sleeve, “I am now a marked man.” He made the bandage he was wearing in instead of his watch vanish and showed Johnny the tattoo.
Johnny looked, then stared. His eyes widened, his lips parting slightly. He reached out with one finger and touched, feeling only smooth, warm skin, and a strong pulse on the underside. He cradled Christian's forearm in his two hands, lifting it up gently and brushing his cheek against the rope patterns, then his lips.
"I take it that's approval?" Christian smiled. "Looks real, doesn't it? The guy who did it was amazing! Should have seen his tatts. Magic! His name was Greek, if you can believe it. Nice bloke, too. Knew who I was and never said a word."
"It's wonderful." Johnny looked up at Christian with his heart in his eyes and kissed the tattoo. "Perfect." He reached up and kissed Christian's jaw. "Beautiful."
Turning his head, Christian captured Johnny's mouth in a long, tender kiss. When they parted, he trailed a finger down the side of Johnny's face. "Yeah? So 're you." With a reluctant sigh, he moved back just a little. "I'll have to get you back to Liam in a sec." he said. "But I'll talk to you twice a day 'till you can call Harry yourself, okay?"
"Okay." Johnny nodded and leaned in for another kiss. "Thanks for telling me. Let me know right away when Harry wakes up or whatever and I can call him?"
"'Course I will." Christian grinned and kissed the tip of Johnny's nose. "Just remember he's gonna be fine. It's all over and done, all right? Now, let's go see what Liam's up to." With that, he dissolved the room around them and bought their conscious minds into Liam's study. Neither Christian or Johnny could see Liam as Christian hadn't made the connection between them and he took the opportunity afforded by the last moment of privacy to steal another kiss.
When Christian finally brought Liam in, it was a bit crowded for a minute. Liam had Johnny on his lap, enveloped in his arms and rocking him slowly. A white towel with a coffee-chocolate colored stain on it was spread over Johnny's thighs, and another one on the rug right in front of the sofa.
"You're back, are you?" he growled, his voice harsh but his hands still gentle as he rubbed Johnny's arms. "What's wrong, then? This doesn't look like a quick snog session." He raised one callused thumb and brushed a tear Johnny didn't remember shedding off his cheek.
Christian vaguely regretted being non-material for a moment, but Liam was a good substitute. He smiled at his old friend. "Bit of bad news." he told him. "Harry had a bit of an incident and is in hospital. He's going to be fine but it appears he got into a fight, got stabbed. But we're good now, I think, aren't we?" He looked at Johnny.
Liam looked at him, the tightening around the corners of his mouth the only sign that the news affected him. He looked down at Johnny, who'd taken the towel off his lap and was mopping his face with the drier corners, but otherwise looked calm, and asked, "He's doing well, then? Nothing vital or irreplaceable got cut off, I take it?"
"Lost his spleen." Christian explained. "Sustained blood loss, but all under control now. They're keeping him sedated for a couple of days, they said, then it's all uphill and out." He was starting to tire and it showed in his image, which wavered a little. "Long day." he said. "I've got to go. Talk to you tomorrow, Johnny. Liam."
Johnny reached up for a last kiss. "Tomorrow," he said. "And thanks for telling me. Love you."
"Backatcha." Christian whispered as the link broke and he faded away.