"You've reached Harri Ryan, leave your name and number."


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[Can be used for muse, or mun]

[Backdated about a week ago]


For the first time since he had abruptly woken up to not only find himself choking on something stuck in his throat, but to be soon swooped on by countless people swarming over him in a panicked rush, Aiden found himself alone. Initially, he hadn't known what the fuck was going on, just that he was in pain, his throat was agony, and he couldn't breathe. Of course, the first reaction when you can't breathe and feel like something is lodged in your throat is to panic, which he did. It was all a haze now, though. Eventually Lachlan and Tara were there with him, Lachlan slowly and calmly telling him not to try and talk and to take small slow breaths to get used to the tube controlling his breathing. It wasn't easy. Like being told to walk on land in flippers. Tara's hand tucked around his as she stroked his fingers with hers did help, with Lachlan staying leant over him to try and coach the breathing. A small whiteboard was soon offered to him if he needed to communicate anything to them. All he wanted to know was where Patrick was, and that led to Lachlan doing the best he could to explain the situation.

( It was surreal, and Aiden tried desperately to absorb it all, but he felt drugged, drunk and hungover all at the same time... none of which was helping the agony.Collapse )

[backdated to New Year's Eve]


Harri had no idea how she was going to last until midnight. She loved Aiden, and she had always been someone to look forward to New Year's, but she got tired easily these days. Especially when she up at all hours because of Campbell. She was on her own, with James away somewhere undercover, so there was no taking shifts with her partner. Pat and Aiden had been staying in New York to give her a hand, and she would be eternally grateful to them. Especially when they took Campbell off her hands long enough for her to get a few hours of solid sleep.

( She stifled a yawn, and looked down to doublecheck that she really hadn't put her undies on the outside, or looked too much like a mess.Collapse )


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Aiden had stuck around in the birthing suite long enough to make sure the baby boy was okay when he was born. Soon after, however, he ducked out of the room. This wasn't his moment, it was James and Harri's. He was just there because he promised Harri he would be. He promised her he would be there to make sure she was okay. It was hard. Maybe one of the hardest moments of Aiden's life, to leave the room and leave her with a guy he knew that he now had to trust, no matter what. But when he left the room, Pat was standing there waiting for him with a proud smile on his face. Aiden swept his husband up into a squeezing embrace, knowing it was exactly what he needed right then. Pat knew this would be bittersweet for Aiden, in that for years he and Harri had planned to one day have a kid together if they never hooked up with anyone else. But fate intervened, and they had both fallen in love at the same time. Fate had a way of making things right, but in a way no one would anticipate.

( Now Harri had been moved back to the Maternity Ward, and Aiden had spotted James up the hall on the phone with his brother nearby, no doubt breaking the news to some family members.Collapse )

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[Takes place 1st November 2009 | Follows THIS]


Beyond this day, if anyone asked James about the labour leading up to the birth of his son, he probably wouldn't be able to tell them anything. He was in such shock about it all coming the night of Ali's wedding that after the fact, it was going to be a haze in his head. Not to mention how weird the whole situation was. He was suddenly thrust in a room with a heavily pregnant and in labour Harri after months of them being separated, and Aiden, who spent the whole first two hours glued to Harri's side glaring at James over the top of her head. Oddly enough, out of everyone in the room, Aiden was the calmest. He knew all the breathing exercises from Harri's lamaze classes, and seemed to be the epitome of the perfect husband. Only, the person in the bed was the wrong spouse and the actual spouse would never be spread-eagled on a birthing suite bed, no matter how good Aiden's sperm was.

( And the fact irked James increasingly as the time ticked over.Collapse )

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4.7. "You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
- Tupac


Co-written with agentfraser | Backdated to Halloween Night
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James hadn't been able to stop himself pausing in a few moments of deep thought after all the guests waved Ali and Andrew off in the limo from their wedding reception to set off on their honeymoon. Everything from a gigantic box of Condoms to Austin Powers stood on the Soho sidewalk to wave goodbye to the newlyweds who couldn't stop beaming or keep their hands off each other. James couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in that position, but he wasn't sure if it would ever happen. He had his opportunity with marriage, and failed miserably. Ali and Andrew would spend the night at The Plaza before heading to the airport for the flight to Australia the next day. The beaming stopped, of course, when the couple had to say goodbye to Jamie. Ali was bawling, Andrew wasn't too far off either, and Jamie seemed to realise something wasn't right and started wailing too. For a moment, James really thought Ali was going to change her mind and take the baby girl with them. She wasn't letting go and it was probably one of the hardest things Ali had to face in her life. But they did eventually make it into the limo babyless and Jamie was quickly scooped up by her grandparents with James and Izzy not too far away. It took a long time for the tears to stop, and James was stunned at how much it broke his heart witnessing his goddaughter upset like that. She calmed down, though, and was smiling again a little while later. The whole thing was always going to makes James stop and inevitably think about his own impending fatherhood.

( He had met Izzy's eyes amongst the crowd for all of thirty seconds, and they shared something silently that he would probably only later analyse. Understanding, maybe.Collapse )


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Aiden came down the stairs of his and Pat's large Princeton home, a grin on his face as he adjusted himself in his jeans and zipped them up. Pat had been out of hospital for over a week now and was feeling a lot better, albeit still a little on the weak and slow side. Still, not slow enough to offer Aiden a bit of 'icing' on the 'cake' when they got a little hot and heavy making out on their bed when Aiden joined Pat for a lie down that afternoon. It might not have been outright sex, but Aiden's husband sure did still know how to use his hands. Aiden hadn't meant for things to get so heated, but once they started it was hard to stop and it was one of those lazy afternoons anyway.

( Cameron was out... somewhere. He had been out somewhere a lot lately, but Aiden didn't interrogate him.Collapse )

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[Follows THIS]

James was so nervous, he was making himself feel sick. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his black business jacket as he stood staring blankly at a fashiony-looking picture on the wall of Harri's office waiting room. He refused to look out the window. It wasn't his fault he hated heights with a fucking passion. Who knew when a window might suddenly fail and suck you out? He looked every bit the intimidating FBI Special Agent, with his dark sunglasses even perched on top of his head, but inside, he felt anything but. For starters, he suspected Harri's PA hated his guts if the filthy look she gave him was anything to go by. At this point in time, he didn't even know if she would pass on the message he wanted to see Harri, and if she did, there was even more chance Harri would reject the request.

( And he couldn't blame her. He just really hoped she didn't.Collapse )


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A sheet was draped over Harri's belly, her long legs wrapped around it as she gave a satisfied sigh, even laughed a little. The arousal that had been driving her crazy for hours was gone, in it's place nothing but bliss. Her hand moved, touching her breasts tenderly to somehow urge them to stop aching. As her hand moved back down, it brushed against a leg that wasn't hers. Somehow in the seconds between orgasm, and now, she'd forgotten who had been fucking her.

She was naked, pregnant with another man's baby, and Cameron Preston was still nestled up tight behind her. Her hand moved again, fingers brushing against his arse. She wished things were different. She wished she'd stayed with Cameron, and had never given Marcus fucking Fraser another thought. Then she felt the baby kick, and let a sigh, this one full of sadness. She wanted the baby.

( Harri found Cameron's hand, and pressed it against her belly, letting him feel her son kick.Collapse )


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