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"This is Mel, leave a message. Seriously, it's not that complicated. Just remember a name and number."


[Can be used for muse, or mun]

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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Mel couldn't believe it. She'd managed to keep her breakfast down, and even get through a shower without feeling like she was about to fall over. It felt like a miracle. Her hair was washed and she no longer felt like she smelt like a toilet, or had that icky grimy feel over her skin. She wasn't completely better, but there was definitely an improvement. Just like Nathan seemed to have taken a turn for the better. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed when she came out of the bathroom wrapped up in his bathrobe and pushed her wet, dark locks back from her face as she smiled and dropped down beside him.

( Mel's arms slid around his waist and she kissed his cheek before nuzzling in against the crook of his neck.Collapse )

As Matt rode his bike in the opposite direction to his home as he left work, he found himself wishing he could erase the whole month that had just passed and it do it over. In general, the only time he really got angry was when his sisters were threatened; he normally wasn't an angry person. In fact, he was usually one of those placid easy-going type of guys, except when he had a reason not to be. To start, he figured his anger was more than necessary when George told him that she had revealed to Patrick - their boss - that they had been having an affair. The only reason Matt even started anything with her in the first place was because she agreed to keep it secret. She had known he had been worried about his job in the face of it, and she had promised him. No one liked being betrayed, and no matter how many people thought he should have a girlfriend and settle down, he didn't think he was ready, and definitely not with someone who he couldn't trust. He had mostly dealt with all that by being an ostrich and burying his head in the sand. He had falling ill with that stomach flu going around the place, going underground and wallowing in his own misery alone until he started to feel better. That, in itself, was unusual for him. He had always been close to his family. It was really strange that this time he didn't go to any of them when he was ill. In fact, it even had Woody accusing him of having an upset stomach because of what happened with George. Matt just hadn't even wanted to talk about it by that point. He was pissed off and not feeling well, it really wasn't a good mix.

( Which is why the last thing he needed to hear was that one of his twin sisters had gotten herself pregnant.Collapse )

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Nathan was pretty sure it was supposed to be the pregnant woman doing all the throwing up, but the minute she confirmed the suspicions, it seemed like all he could do was throw up. He knew it was a mix of shock and panic, not to mention already being dehydrated from the flu. Pregnancy really had been the last thing he had expected her to come to him with. In fact, it had been so much the last thing, it hadn't even crossed his mind or had the ability to cross his mind until it was coming out of her mouth. He managed to work himself up into such a state that the tension needed to be released some way and this time a good orgasm just wasn't going to cut it. It took a good hour for him to be able to stop bolting to the bathroom. Every time he tried to get to Mel to talk to her, the nausea just got the better of him again.

( But now, with the aid of a good healthy dose of Pepto Bismol and enough water to sink a ship, his stomach was settling down.Collapse )

Mel had been standing on Nathan's doorstep with the brown paper bag from the chemist for nearly ten minutes. She was definitely nervous about talking to him, and considering how much her nerves were already capable of ruling her, it was any wonder she had become immobile now. She couldn't even manage to get the key to the door without dropping it a few times. She felt like her heart was lodged up in her throat, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to cry, or scream, or run.

She'd promised Randy that she wouldn't run though, and Nathan didn't deserve it. He really was amazing. She adored him with every fibre of her being, and just knowing they were about to have this conversation was killing her. Because of one very beautiful night, and one moment of stupidity, Mel was probably about to change Nathan's opinion of her forever. She'd talked herself out of the conversation a bunch of times after she'd left Randy. Maybe he just wouldn't notice? She could just say she was getting fat, and then when the baby was due she could just go on an extended vacation. Or say she got a job out of town.

( But she wasn't that good of a liar, and again, Nathan didn't deserve it.Collapse )

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

Co-written with randybyname
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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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When it got to the point that Nathan was struggling to even get through a paragraph of patient notes without sneezing and he had taken a box of Kleenex hostage wherever he went, his boss had to step in and tell Nathan to go home to bed. Much to his boss' amusement, Nathan had initially tried to protest, but it didn't pack much punch when when he had to stop half way through in another bout of wet sneezes and finally admitted with a laugh that he was feeling rough and had been trying not to think about the haven of his bed at home. Getting caught in the rain that night had come back to bite him in the ass, of course. Everything with Mel had been so perfect, so of course there had to be some collateral, right? Which was fine. If getting a cold or the flu was all that he was going to have to pay for it, then bring it on. It wasn't anything that he could handle.

Though, right now, after being sympathetically but firmly told to get his butt home, he wasn't going to argue. He was starting to feel a little shivery, despite his face feeling hot. His nose was sore from all the tissues he had gone through, and his throat was sore. He wanted to go home and take a shower, get into some old worn, comfy pyjamas and maybe crawl into bed with a cup of tea. He was a little relieved he hadn't arranged with Mel to see her that night. He missed her, but he knew if he told her he had a cold, she would want to come around and he didn't want her to get ill. Not when she had a job prospect on the horizon and had to focus on that. He knew how much she wanted it, so it was important. Of course, he felt a little guilty about it and guilty about the fact he wasn't going to get in touch with her that night because if she heard his voice, she would know on account of the fact his throat had made his voice hoarse and scratchy like he was about to lose it. But he vowed to make it up to her, and figured after a good night's sleep, he would wake up feeling a little better in the morning, anyway.

( He was wrapping his coat tighter around himself to try and get some warmth as he wiped his nose with a handful of tissues.Collapse )