"I don't just pick up for anyone, you know. Do your worst."


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Mel had sat stewing at home long enough. She did manage to escape to go to work on occasion, but mostly been sitting around the house she now shared with Nathan wallowing. She was pregnant, she felt like a fragile piece of shit that couldn't even watch a movie about Batman without bursting into tears when someone got hurt, and she hated it. She just wanted to feel something other than useless, and the truth was that she missed her sister more than anything. For some reason she and Randy just hadn't talked, and she wanted to fix it. She knew it was partially her fault since Randy had told her not to come near her because of the pregnant cooties rubbing off, and Mel listened. Nathan was right - she could have been stubborn right back, and not lost her sister.

( Even Matt had gone quiet, and all Mel could do was wonder if her brother was okay in the wake of Aiden and Pat getting hurt...Collapse )


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Randy knew she was shaken, and it didn't have anything to do with what she had affectionately come to term the "phantom pregnancy". When she had gotten home from the hospital after witnessing the aftermath of the accident, she had cried herself stupid in the car before even making it back inside. She lost track of how long she sat there, and it was probably the early hours of the morning before she pulled herself together and dragged herself inside. She didn't shower, she didn't eat, she just crawled into bed and hugged Peter's pillow until she managed to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. The talk with Lachlan had been nice, and she even found herself agreeing to meet with him again the following morning for a coffee so they could continue their talk when RJ decided to puke all over Lachlan's shirt and he had to go home to change. Peter must've gotten home a short while after her that night, but she wasn't aware when he did, just that instead of prying his pillow out of her grip and disturbing her, it seemed he just opted to share hers. When she woke up again in the morning, he was once again gone and back at work. It would be a miracle if he didn't keel over from lack of sleep.

( After going three rounds with the toilet bowl, convenietly ignoring why that would be, she had shoved on some jeans, a hat and a hoode, not having the energy to make much more effort...Collapse )


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LINK: Despite thinking she kept her cool pretty well, when she got home from the hospital, something crept up inside her and the next thing she knew, she was bawling her eyes out on the steering wheel of her car before even making it inside.

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Randy really didn't expect that dropping into Princeton Plainsboro to see Peter and bring him something for dinner to see him through the long shift would explode in a shocking mess the way it did. Of course, she was only peripheral to it all, but that didn't make it any less horrifying. She had been standing there at the nurses' station holding a bag of takeout and waiting for the receptionist to find out where Peter had gotten to when everything seemed to blow up around her. It was subdued one minute, as she stood there watching a mother nursing a baby in her arms in the corridor, and the next nursing and doctors were rushing around, shouting something about casualties from a car crash on the freeway. Someone else was shouting about prepping an OR, and the next thing Randy knew, a team of paramedics came rushing down the hall wheeling a gurney that contained a man covered in blood. Nurses seemed to appear from nowhere - Peter included - and a doctor that looked familiar to Randy started barking orders at everyone. The only thing was, as soon as the guy saw the patient, he balked and the shouting faltered. Randy realised then that this wasn't just any casualty and the familiar faces weren't a coincidence. This was a sector of the bunch from The London, and the patient was one of their own.

( All Randy could do was just stand rooted to the floor and watch with morbid curiosity, her mouth hanging open slightly...Collapse )


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LINK: It took Randy ten failed phone calls and four almost text messages to Peter until she finally managed to tell herself she was being a whiny, clingy girlfriend over something as stupid as a stomach ache, so instead she sent him a picture message of her boobs and went back to burying her nose in a textbook.

The sex was hot, and it was sweaty, and as far as Randy was concerned, it was awesome. Peter had come home from work after seven back-to-back shifts in an extremely horny mood. In fact, 'extremely' probably wasn't even an accurate enough description. He was just hot for it, and Randy's text books had no hope. It was probably the high of realising he had four days off ahead of him mixed with the fact he and Randy hadn't seen much of each other that week. Randy wasn't going to complain in any way, shape or form. She had decided around three days ago that she was being left alone with her own thoughts entirely too much. Far, far too much. It was even more prominent with Mel pretty much basically already living with Nate, all they needed to do was shift her stuff. Mel's little issue wasn't helping either. Randy was sure it was sending her completely bonkers. It had to be some sort of twin empathy or mojo that was making her go crazy like this. There was no other sound explanation without driving herself to the nearest shrink for an immediate assessment.

"I want one," Randy found falling from her lips as Peter rolled off her in a sweaty heap and started to get rid of the condom so they could snuggle. She ran her palm over her sweat-slicked belly and turned her messy blonde head on the pillow to look at him, lips pressed together. His hair was sticking up in all directions from where she had her fingers gripped in the thick locks when he went down on her as soon as he got home. His well-toned body had a slick sheen all over it, and he was panting from exertion. And all she could think about was one thing... which was so, so fucking wrong, it wasn't even funny.

( Peter didn't much care about his messy hair...Collapse )


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LINK: January 2010, the month where all the shit hits the fan at once... but I least I haven't hit anyone with my car this month, touch wood.

5.14. "And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you."
Dangerous Liasons

Co-written with imgrounded
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Peter swept his hand down Randy's bare back as he lay next to her on the bed and smiled. Truth was she was beautiful all the time, but he really did think she was gorgeous covered in a post-coital glow. They'd made it a little way up the hall before he followed through on the hallway sex, then they'd taken a short break while Peter found something to eat, and Randy spoke to her sister. He hadn't wanted to pry too much, but she seemed content to relay what was going on. He still couldn't quite believe Mel had fallen pregnant, and it did make him wonder what it would be like to have a kid with Randy.

His fingers traced patterns on her lower back, dipping down to touch the soft curve of her ass as he leaned forward to press a kiss against her shoulder and went back to watching her. Their sexual activities had picked up like they'd never taken a break, and now they were passed out on the bed. Peter was aware that after a shift and a half he should probably be trying to sleep, but he couldn't. Not since he'd told Randy he'd wanted to talk to her. And he did. He wanted to tell her everything, but he was still trying to work out where to start.

Peter's tongue slipped out to wet his lips, and he cleared his throat. "Remember me telling you about my brother Nathan?"

( Randy bit down on her lip. This was it...Collapse )


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5.11. "Houston, we have a problem."
Apollo 13

Co-written with timemaychange
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Melanie hadn't slept all night. Not since she worked out that something very important, and something that came every month was late. She should have been due near the beginning of the week, but several days had passed, and still no period. Sometimes it happened though, right? Sometimes it was just late. At least that's what she wanted to believe, but as Nathan snored on passed out from his flu, Mel had spent all night looking up at the ceiling, chewing her lip as she tried to stop the sinking feeling she felt in her stomach.

As soon as it was morning, Mel left Nathan after setting him up with plenty of water, a movie, and lots of blankets. She didn't like leaving him alone, but she had to talk to her sister. The washing machine was in full gear, and she wasn't even sure she'd made sense when she'd said goodbye to Nathan, and mumbled something about sisterly emergencies. She just hoped he was too sick to really notice that she was on the verge of complete panic.

( It just couldn't be happening...Collapse )


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