Fic: Lives Are For Living. (22/40)
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silver_sunTitle Lives Are For Living. (22/40)
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part 2600 (Total posted 56,200 /90,000)
Rating This part pg (adult over all)
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death – not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV – which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
If this was how cold it was in November it was definitely going to be too cold to risk changing outside come January or February, Tom thought as he ran naked back across the moorland to where he had hidden his clothes.
The sun was barely over the horizon and the heavy overnight frost was still thick on the whitened grass, which crackled beneath his bare feet. The cold and early hour had its up side though, the risk of running into a hiker or somebody out for an casual jog was pretty low. Farmers were still a possibility, but this far from a road they would generally be on a tractor or a quad bike; noisy enough to give Tom plenty of warning to hide. Which was just as well, as explaining why he was naked and bits of dried sheep blood and scraps of wool stuck to him wasn't really a conversation that Tom wanted to have with anyone.
At least running gets you warmed up, Tom thought as he reached where he had left his clothes. The chill in the air was worse now he'd stopped and he got dressed as quickly as he could – washing could wait until he got back to the farm and he strip off in front of the fire.
He knew his dad would have laughed and said he was going soft. Tom smiled, remembering the few times that his had have given him any information about where he'd grown up, information that had normally ended with his dad grumbling about 'soft Southerners.' As far as he could tell anybody who lived south of Newcastle was a southerner, and depending on what sort of mood he was in maybe even people in Newcastle as well, as McNair had, as far as he could tell, come from a town, on the coast just north of there.
If there were still members of his family living there his dad had never said. Perhaps there people who were his grandparents or aunties, uncles or cousins there. Tom stopped and sat down on a stone outcrop over looking cold, still waters Garreg-Ddu.
What could he say? Sorry that your son or brother didn't contact you for years, he's dead now and I'm his sort of son. He shook his head. It would be stupid to go looking for them, even if he knew where to start, there was nothing but hurt feelings all round to be gained from it.
A skein of geese flew overhead, honking mournfully in the still, cold air and Tom watched them until they where lost from sight. How hard must it have been for McNair to have turned his back on his family, to have cut himself of from them entirely? His dad had been the same age he was now when he'd been turned. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. Family had been everything to him, even the story he'd made up to try to make their life and being a werewolf seem a little less terrible to him as kid had been about family. It might have been revelled to be a lie, but now he wondered just how much of it had been wishful thinking on his dad's part, how much had his dad wanted to believe the lie himself.
How lonely must it have been for him? He'd had him to look after, but looking after a kid was hard, looking after Eve had shown him that, and he'd had Annie and Hal there. His dad hadn't had anybody else, no man or woman in his life, no friends, no company or love like he'd found with Andy. Tom sighed and stood back up. It was no good dwelling on it, he told himself as he began to walk back to the farm. All he could do was make sure that he kept Andy safe, loved and cared for, and hoped that when he finally felt able to tell him what he was that he wouldn't lose him forever and end up as lost and alone as McNair had been.
The farmhouse was cold and quiet when Tom reached it, although he didn't expect anything else – nobody had been at home since Andy had left for Cardiff the previous morning. After checking the time, a little after nine, and lighting the fire so that he'd have heat and hot water, Tom grabbed a pad of paper and wrote down what he could remember about the vampire woman from the pub car park.
There wasn't really a lot to go on. Blonde, slim, posh, has a well kept old motorbike and liked dog fights wasn't really the most complete of descriptions, but he hoped that Hal might be able to figure out who it was from that. He also hoped that the answer would be that the woman was nobody to worry about.
He looked at the clock again and wondered what time Andy was likely to get home. Not before lunch time was fairly safe bet, but getting washed and cleaned up before he got home would be a good idea.
After putting his clothes at the bottom of the bag that they took into the laundrette in town, Tom rinsed off most of dried blood and bits of wool from his skin and hair. Then, after dragging the tin bath in front of the fire, he filled it with water. The fire never managed to get it quite as hot as he would like it and the tin bath was too small to do anything other than sit with your knees near your chin, but it was still better than anything he'd grown up with, although it did make him miss the shower back at Honolulu Heights.
Tom had been in the bath for only a few minutes when he heard the rumble of the landrover's engine outside. Grabbing the soap, he made sure that there was no trace of sheep left on him, before running his hand over his chin. He probably could do with having a shave really, he thought, but it wasn't too bad.
Tom stood up as Andy let himself in, calling out as he did, “I'll be done in a minute.”
“Wow, now there's a sight to come home to,” Andy said with a smile, as he put the bags he was carrying down on the kitchen table. “Don't hurry because of me.”
“Nah the waters getting a bit cold now,” Tom said, grabbing a towel he'd left over the back of a chair and stepping out of the bath. “Done a bit of shopping then?” he asked looking at the bags. “I should have said we need some more bread, I forgot to get any yesterday.”
“No bread, but there is cake and stuff, as it is your birthday tomorrow,” Andy said nodding towards the bags. “I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I got a few things.”
“Whatever you've got'll be good, 'cause you got it.” Tom smiled and wrapped the towel around his waist. “Anyway, I've already got what I want.”
“Oh.” Andy's face fell. “Did you buy it in town?”
“Don't be daft.” Tom pulled Andy into a rather damp hug. “I meant you. Being here with you, nothings better than that.”
Andy stared, then said incredulously, “You're not joking are you?”
Baffled at why he would think that, Tom said, “Course not. Why would I?”
Closing his eyes, Andy held him tight, breathing into his hair. “I've missed you so much.”
“It's only bin one night,” Tom said, wondering now if maybe something had gone wrong in Cardiff. “You sure you're okay?”
“Yeah.” Andy released his hold fractionally and gave him a tired, relieved smile. “It's just good to be home.”
Perhaps, Tom thought, if he were away from both Andy and the farm for a couple of days he'd probably feel the same. It hadn't felt too long for him really, not that he wanted to tell Andy that, but since a good part of it had been spent working, worrying about vampire or being a werewolf, he had been kind of busy. “I know, I'm happy yer back.”
Andy glanced down at the towel, where Tom was pressed against him. “Part of you seems very happy.”
Wondering if there would ever be a time when he didn't end up going red about things like this, Tom said feeling less embarrassed than he looked, “Oh yeah. It's not just that bit, I'm all happy. You make all my bits happy.”
Andy laughed, warm and genuine, and then kissed him. “Such a way with words.”
Tom closed his eyes and let himself be backed against the wall. It was a little frustrating sometimes to be so much shorter than Andy, especially when, like now, Andy had shoes and he didn't, pushing the height difference even closer to a full foot. Five foot six wasn't that short really, he told himself, it was just that Andy was so tall. As there wasn't any space to fall over, Tom moved up onto tiptoes - it never felt fair to make him lean over so much. There was something nice about it too though, Tom thought pushing against him, having Andy all over him, making him feel loved, safe and wanted.
Sounding a little breathless now that Tom was all but grinding against him, Andy broke the kiss and said, “Is it too early to suggest going to bed?”
“I dunno?” Tom mumbled, kissing Andy's neck and slipping his hands under the edge of his jumper. “Depends why, I 'spose. Are you tired?”
“I might be tired later.” Andy ran his hands down Tom's back until they reached where the towel hung low on his hips. “But I wasn't thinking of sleeping just yet.”
“In that case...” Tom ducked out of Andy's arms, losing his towel as he did, and took hold of his hand. “Come on.”
The bedroom was colder than the living room and Tom quickly got under the covers to wait for Andy to undress.
“I'm going back to Cardiff again over Christmas,” Andy said suddenly, as he took the last of his clothes off. “I was wondering if you'd got any plans?”
“Not really thought about it,” Tom said honestly, pulling back the covers as he did so, so that Andy could get in beside him. “Never really did much for it before, dad never really saw the point. He didn't believe in all that stuff. And last year, well it weren't a great time for anyone.”
Andy got into bed before answering. “Not sure I do. Believe in it that is, but my mam does, so I go along with it.”
“It must be nice having a mum,” Tom said, resting his head against his shoulder. “I don't ever remember having one. I mean I know I did, 'cause everyone does, but I don't remember her. Not even a little bit.”
Andy put an arm around him, holding him close.“I'm sorry. I didn't think”
“Nah, it's okay, you can't miss what you've never had, right?” Tom said, not really wanting to talk about. He smiled and hoped Andy would leave it, then said, “I can look after the farm while you're away, there ain't much that really needs doin'.”
“Actually,” Andy said looking nervously at him, licking dry lips. “I was wondering if you might want to come with me. I'm only going to stay for a couple of days. I'll understand if you don't want to though or if you've made other plans.”
“Won't she mind?” Tom asked, bit stunned at what Andy was asking him. Meeting the parents of somebody you loved was supposed to be a pretty big deal, wasn't it? “I mean, it's not like she knows me.”
“You'd be alone otherwise and so would she.” Andy said, not really sounding that happy about his proposed compromise. “I don't want to do that for either of you. You don't mind it not being just the two of us for Christmas?”
“I know you wouldn't want us to be alone, you're right nice like that.” Tom said, wondering what he was missing that might be upsetting Andy about the situation. “So of course I don't mind. Family is important, ain't it? I 'spose they're kinda like my family in a way now an' all, what with us being together.”
“We shouldn't mention that,” Andy said quickly, sounding even more unhappy about it, but resigned to the fact that he couldn't see it being any other way. “My mam's got a lot of opinions on...well everything really.”
“Oh right,” Tom said, trying not to look too hurt about it, as he did sort of understand. “My dad had too. He reckoned people should wait until they knew they'd found the right one before they did stuff, maybe even get married first.” His dad had been a bit vague on what some of the stuff had sometimes, but he'd always been clear about the waiting until you were sure thing. It was kind of nice in a weird way, Tom thought, to find out that normal humans thought the same way too.
“Yeah, something like that,” Andy said weakly, not really looking at him.
“I don't 'spose telling her you're definitely the one for me, would be enough, would it?” Tom asked hopefully. Lying to Andy's mum felt a bit off, even if they were doing it because otherwise they'd upset or annoy her.
Andy shook his head and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to Tom. “Not really.”
Moving over, Tom put an arm round him, hating that Andy seemed so upset by it all. “It'll be okay,” he said wondering if he should perhaps he should say he couldn't come after all. Maybe he should pretend to remember he'd made plans to go and see Hal and Alex instead. An out right lie to Andy felt much worse than a lie by omission to his mum, so he quickly decided that it was probably best to go along with what Andy seemed to want.
Sighing, Andy leant against him. “I know it will. I'm really sorry. I don't like having to ask you to pretend.”
“It's only for a couple of days, though, ain't it? I can manage that,” Tom said, giving him a quick kiss and then smiled.“Just think how happy we'll be when get back to the farm and have time for ourselves?”
There was still a slight undercurrent of doubt in his voice as he said, “As happy as we are today?”
“Even happier maybe.” Tom took hold of his hand. “Now do yer want to get under the covers before you get a cold?”
“You could help me get warmed up,” Andy said sounding relieved that they were hopefully about do something where in depth conversation was generally lacking, as he got under the duvet.
Moving so he was partially on top of him, Tom said, “Like this?”
“Definitely like that.” Andy wrapped his arms around him, then kissed him again.
Tom smiled against his mouth. The wolf was as far away as it got, he had Andy back, an invitation to meet his family and it was his birthday tomorrow. Life was, he thought, hooking one of his legs around Andy's, feeling the heat growing between them, just about as good as it got.
Part 23 http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/225925.html
A/N
Apologises for how late this is. I've not abandoned this fic. Just a lot of other things going on - as per last few LJ entries. Anyway, I'm hopefully going to get back to the twice a week schedule from now until Christmas, then probably one a week until New Year (as I'll be away without laptop over Christmas), and back to normal in January.
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part 2600 (Total posted 56,200 /90,000)
Rating This part pg (adult over all)
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death – not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV – which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
If this was how cold it was in November it was definitely going to be too cold to risk changing outside come January or February, Tom thought as he ran naked back across the moorland to where he had hidden his clothes.
The sun was barely over the horizon and the heavy overnight frost was still thick on the whitened grass, which crackled beneath his bare feet. The cold and early hour had its up side though, the risk of running into a hiker or somebody out for an casual jog was pretty low. Farmers were still a possibility, but this far from a road they would generally be on a tractor or a quad bike; noisy enough to give Tom plenty of warning to hide. Which was just as well, as explaining why he was naked and bits of dried sheep blood and scraps of wool stuck to him wasn't really a conversation that Tom wanted to have with anyone.
At least running gets you warmed up, Tom thought as he reached where he had left his clothes. The chill in the air was worse now he'd stopped and he got dressed as quickly as he could – washing could wait until he got back to the farm and he strip off in front of the fire.
He knew his dad would have laughed and said he was going soft. Tom smiled, remembering the few times that his had have given him any information about where he'd grown up, information that had normally ended with his dad grumbling about 'soft Southerners.' As far as he could tell anybody who lived south of Newcastle was a southerner, and depending on what sort of mood he was in maybe even people in Newcastle as well, as McNair had, as far as he could tell, come from a town, on the coast just north of there.
If there were still members of his family living there his dad had never said. Perhaps there people who were his grandparents or aunties, uncles or cousins there. Tom stopped and sat down on a stone outcrop over looking cold, still waters Garreg-Ddu.
What could he say? Sorry that your son or brother didn't contact you for years, he's dead now and I'm his sort of son. He shook his head. It would be stupid to go looking for them, even if he knew where to start, there was nothing but hurt feelings all round to be gained from it.
A skein of geese flew overhead, honking mournfully in the still, cold air and Tom watched them until they where lost from sight. How hard must it have been for McNair to have turned his back on his family, to have cut himself of from them entirely? His dad had been the same age he was now when he'd been turned. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. Family had been everything to him, even the story he'd made up to try to make their life and being a werewolf seem a little less terrible to him as kid had been about family. It might have been revelled to be a lie, but now he wondered just how much of it had been wishful thinking on his dad's part, how much had his dad wanted to believe the lie himself.
How lonely must it have been for him? He'd had him to look after, but looking after a kid was hard, looking after Eve had shown him that, and he'd had Annie and Hal there. His dad hadn't had anybody else, no man or woman in his life, no friends, no company or love like he'd found with Andy. Tom sighed and stood back up. It was no good dwelling on it, he told himself as he began to walk back to the farm. All he could do was make sure that he kept Andy safe, loved and cared for, and hoped that when he finally felt able to tell him what he was that he wouldn't lose him forever and end up as lost and alone as McNair had been.
The farmhouse was cold and quiet when Tom reached it, although he didn't expect anything else – nobody had been at home since Andy had left for Cardiff the previous morning. After checking the time, a little after nine, and lighting the fire so that he'd have heat and hot water, Tom grabbed a pad of paper and wrote down what he could remember about the vampire woman from the pub car park.
There wasn't really a lot to go on. Blonde, slim, posh, has a well kept old motorbike and liked dog fights wasn't really the most complete of descriptions, but he hoped that Hal might be able to figure out who it was from that. He also hoped that the answer would be that the woman was nobody to worry about.
He looked at the clock again and wondered what time Andy was likely to get home. Not before lunch time was fairly safe bet, but getting washed and cleaned up before he got home would be a good idea.
After putting his clothes at the bottom of the bag that they took into the laundrette in town, Tom rinsed off most of dried blood and bits of wool from his skin and hair. Then, after dragging the tin bath in front of the fire, he filled it with water. The fire never managed to get it quite as hot as he would like it and the tin bath was too small to do anything other than sit with your knees near your chin, but it was still better than anything he'd grown up with, although it did make him miss the shower back at Honolulu Heights.
Tom had been in the bath for only a few minutes when he heard the rumble of the landrover's engine outside. Grabbing the soap, he made sure that there was no trace of sheep left on him, before running his hand over his chin. He probably could do with having a shave really, he thought, but it wasn't too bad.
Tom stood up as Andy let himself in, calling out as he did, “I'll be done in a minute.”
“Wow, now there's a sight to come home to,” Andy said with a smile, as he put the bags he was carrying down on the kitchen table. “Don't hurry because of me.”
“Nah the waters getting a bit cold now,” Tom said, grabbing a towel he'd left over the back of a chair and stepping out of the bath. “Done a bit of shopping then?” he asked looking at the bags. “I should have said we need some more bread, I forgot to get any yesterday.”
“No bread, but there is cake and stuff, as it is your birthday tomorrow,” Andy said nodding towards the bags. “I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I got a few things.”
“Whatever you've got'll be good, 'cause you got it.” Tom smiled and wrapped the towel around his waist. “Anyway, I've already got what I want.”
“Oh.” Andy's face fell. “Did you buy it in town?”
“Don't be daft.” Tom pulled Andy into a rather damp hug. “I meant you. Being here with you, nothings better than that.”
Andy stared, then said incredulously, “You're not joking are you?”
Baffled at why he would think that, Tom said, “Course not. Why would I?”
Closing his eyes, Andy held him tight, breathing into his hair. “I've missed you so much.”
“It's only bin one night,” Tom said, wondering now if maybe something had gone wrong in Cardiff. “You sure you're okay?”
“Yeah.” Andy released his hold fractionally and gave him a tired, relieved smile. “It's just good to be home.”
Perhaps, Tom thought, if he were away from both Andy and the farm for a couple of days he'd probably feel the same. It hadn't felt too long for him really, not that he wanted to tell Andy that, but since a good part of it had been spent working, worrying about vampire or being a werewolf, he had been kind of busy. “I know, I'm happy yer back.”
Andy glanced down at the towel, where Tom was pressed against him. “Part of you seems very happy.”
Wondering if there would ever be a time when he didn't end up going red about things like this, Tom said feeling less embarrassed than he looked, “Oh yeah. It's not just that bit, I'm all happy. You make all my bits happy.”
Andy laughed, warm and genuine, and then kissed him. “Such a way with words.”
Tom closed his eyes and let himself be backed against the wall. It was a little frustrating sometimes to be so much shorter than Andy, especially when, like now, Andy had shoes and he didn't, pushing the height difference even closer to a full foot. Five foot six wasn't that short really, he told himself, it was just that Andy was so tall. As there wasn't any space to fall over, Tom moved up onto tiptoes - it never felt fair to make him lean over so much. There was something nice about it too though, Tom thought pushing against him, having Andy all over him, making him feel loved, safe and wanted.
Sounding a little breathless now that Tom was all but grinding against him, Andy broke the kiss and said, “Is it too early to suggest going to bed?”
“I dunno?” Tom mumbled, kissing Andy's neck and slipping his hands under the edge of his jumper. “Depends why, I 'spose. Are you tired?”
“I might be tired later.” Andy ran his hands down Tom's back until they reached where the towel hung low on his hips. “But I wasn't thinking of sleeping just yet.”
“In that case...” Tom ducked out of Andy's arms, losing his towel as he did, and took hold of his hand. “Come on.”
The bedroom was colder than the living room and Tom quickly got under the covers to wait for Andy to undress.
“I'm going back to Cardiff again over Christmas,” Andy said suddenly, as he took the last of his clothes off. “I was wondering if you'd got any plans?”
“Not really thought about it,” Tom said honestly, pulling back the covers as he did so, so that Andy could get in beside him. “Never really did much for it before, dad never really saw the point. He didn't believe in all that stuff. And last year, well it weren't a great time for anyone.”
Andy got into bed before answering. “Not sure I do. Believe in it that is, but my mam does, so I go along with it.”
“It must be nice having a mum,” Tom said, resting his head against his shoulder. “I don't ever remember having one. I mean I know I did, 'cause everyone does, but I don't remember her. Not even a little bit.”
Andy put an arm around him, holding him close.“I'm sorry. I didn't think”
“Nah, it's okay, you can't miss what you've never had, right?” Tom said, not really wanting to talk about. He smiled and hoped Andy would leave it, then said, “I can look after the farm while you're away, there ain't much that really needs doin'.”
“Actually,” Andy said looking nervously at him, licking dry lips. “I was wondering if you might want to come with me. I'm only going to stay for a couple of days. I'll understand if you don't want to though or if you've made other plans.”
“Won't she mind?” Tom asked, bit stunned at what Andy was asking him. Meeting the parents of somebody you loved was supposed to be a pretty big deal, wasn't it? “I mean, it's not like she knows me.”
“You'd be alone otherwise and so would she.” Andy said, not really sounding that happy about his proposed compromise. “I don't want to do that for either of you. You don't mind it not being just the two of us for Christmas?”
“I know you wouldn't want us to be alone, you're right nice like that.” Tom said, wondering what he was missing that might be upsetting Andy about the situation. “So of course I don't mind. Family is important, ain't it? I 'spose they're kinda like my family in a way now an' all, what with us being together.”
“We shouldn't mention that,” Andy said quickly, sounding even more unhappy about it, but resigned to the fact that he couldn't see it being any other way. “My mam's got a lot of opinions on...well everything really.”
“Oh right,” Tom said, trying not to look too hurt about it, as he did sort of understand. “My dad had too. He reckoned people should wait until they knew they'd found the right one before they did stuff, maybe even get married first.” His dad had been a bit vague on what some of the stuff had sometimes, but he'd always been clear about the waiting until you were sure thing. It was kind of nice in a weird way, Tom thought, to find out that normal humans thought the same way too.
“Yeah, something like that,” Andy said weakly, not really looking at him.
“I don't 'spose telling her you're definitely the one for me, would be enough, would it?” Tom asked hopefully. Lying to Andy's mum felt a bit off, even if they were doing it because otherwise they'd upset or annoy her.
Andy shook his head and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to Tom. “Not really.”
Moving over, Tom put an arm round him, hating that Andy seemed so upset by it all. “It'll be okay,” he said wondering if he should perhaps he should say he couldn't come after all. Maybe he should pretend to remember he'd made plans to go and see Hal and Alex instead. An out right lie to Andy felt much worse than a lie by omission to his mum, so he quickly decided that it was probably best to go along with what Andy seemed to want.
Sighing, Andy leant against him. “I know it will. I'm really sorry. I don't like having to ask you to pretend.”
“It's only for a couple of days, though, ain't it? I can manage that,” Tom said, giving him a quick kiss and then smiled.“Just think how happy we'll be when get back to the farm and have time for ourselves?”
There was still a slight undercurrent of doubt in his voice as he said, “As happy as we are today?”
“Even happier maybe.” Tom took hold of his hand. “Now do yer want to get under the covers before you get a cold?”
“You could help me get warmed up,” Andy said sounding relieved that they were hopefully about do something where in depth conversation was generally lacking, as he got under the duvet.
Moving so he was partially on top of him, Tom said, “Like this?”
“Definitely like that.” Andy wrapped his arms around him, then kissed him again.
Tom smiled against his mouth. The wolf was as far away as it got, he had Andy back, an invitation to meet his family and it was his birthday tomorrow. Life was, he thought, hooking one of his legs around Andy's, feeling the heat growing between them, just about as good as it got.
Part 23 http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/225925.html
A/N
Apologises for how late this is. I've not abandoned this fic. Just a lot of other things going on - as per last few LJ entries. Anyway, I'm hopefully going to get back to the twice a week schedule from now until Christmas, then probably one a week until New Year (as I'll be away without laptop over Christmas), and back to normal in January.
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Date: 2013-12-10 08:11 am (UTC)This chapter really was very special, I loved their reunion :)
Absolutely gorgeous reading.
Take care, don't stress at this crazy time of year xxx
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Date: 2013-12-12 01:11 pm (UTC)Things are going a bit better real life wise, not any proper answers. I'm beginning to think that I've read so much about it that I've read so much about it I know more of the answers than the doctor does. The closest I've got so far to a proper answer is depleted ovarian reserve. So its not given up get, just got less eggs left (now I sound like an ageing chicken ;), so not producing one every month any more, just some times, hence symptoms. Guess it's just the bodies way of making what's there last. So for now it's wait and see.
I'm hoping that I might be able to take my laptop with me after all, even if I can't get online, as it will help keep Alexander entertained on the 2.5/3 hour train journey - as long as I load up some Bob the Builder and Dora the Explorer onto it before we go.
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Date: 2013-12-12 10:37 pm (UTC)Sounds like a lovely journey *g*
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Date: 2013-12-13 10:48 am (UTC)So basically the advice was eat healthy, exercise and wait and see. I've also found out that vitamin D and A are really useful, and so far after about 3 weeks of taking them things do seem to have improved somewhat - and even if they haven't helped with that at least I seem to have avoided the cold that everybody else I work with had.
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Date: 2013-12-13 07:57 pm (UTC)