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I've got another one for y'all! My life has been kind of slow lately, and so I decided I was going to hike somewhere today and write. I started working on a rather serious post-54 centering around Marco's father, and yet, as it went on, a little thread about how he felt towards Steve wouldn't leave me alone. It doesn't really fit in with the rest of the story, but here it is, as a stand-alone.
Title: They Have No Idea
Author: Mad Cow
Category: General, pre-The Invasion
Rating: PG, because of a brief mention of drugs. And because it might make you ponder Jean/Steve and Peter/Eva sex. Ha! Made you think about it!
Spoilers: Um, none, really.
Peter stood, staring at the glass, much as he had been doing for some time. He could get used to this, he thought.
“Peter?” he heard a voice ask, almost unbelieving, and he turned around. He found himself facing Steve, his old college roommate.
“Steve! Long time no see, man.”
They had been close, back in the days when they were at State, staying up well into the night, bingeing on caffeine, weed, and the occasional acid trip while Peter, long-haired and pale, tried to find just the right coding to feed into the supercomputer, and Steve poured over his precious textbooks in his seemingly endless task to get good enough grades for med school. They had drifted apart after graduating, and yet, here they were, brought together again almost as if by fate these years later.
“I never figured you’d go the OB route,” Peter said, and Steve laughed.
“I’m not. I’m here for personal reasons.” He pointed through the glass. “That’s Jacob. He’s only a few hours old. Our second.”
Peter pointed to the next bassinet over, and he found himself breaking into the grin he found himself unable to resist whenever he looked at his son. “That’s Marco,” he said, “my son.” Not that it needed to be said, but Peter like the way it sounded.
“He was a few weeks premature, so he’s been here three days for observation. But he’s fine, Eva’s fine,” he almost wanted to laugh out loud for the delight of it, “and they’re both going home tomorrow.”
They stood, side by side, silently for a few moments. Then Steve turned to Peter once more. “We should get them and the wives together sometime. Maybe set up a play date or something.”
“I’m sure they’ll be good friends.”
“Me, too.”
Title: They Have No Idea
Author: Mad Cow
Category: General, pre-The Invasion
Rating: PG, because of a brief mention of drugs. And because it might make you ponder Jean/Steve and Peter/Eva sex. Ha! Made you think about it!
Spoilers: Um, none, really.
Peter stood, staring at the glass, much as he had been doing for some time. He could get used to this, he thought.
“Peter?” he heard a voice ask, almost unbelieving, and he turned around. He found himself facing Steve, his old college roommate.
“Steve! Long time no see, man.”
They had been close, back in the days when they were at State, staying up well into the night, bingeing on caffeine, weed, and the occasional acid trip while Peter, long-haired and pale, tried to find just the right coding to feed into the supercomputer, and Steve poured over his precious textbooks in his seemingly endless task to get good enough grades for med school. They had drifted apart after graduating, and yet, here they were, brought together again almost as if by fate these years later.
“I never figured you’d go the OB route,” Peter said, and Steve laughed.
“I’m not. I’m here for personal reasons.” He pointed through the glass. “That’s Jacob. He’s only a few hours old. Our second.”
Peter pointed to the next bassinet over, and he found himself breaking into the grin he found himself unable to resist whenever he looked at his son. “That’s Marco,” he said, “my son.” Not that it needed to be said, but Peter like the way it sounded.
“He was a few weeks premature, so he’s been here three days for observation. But he’s fine, Eva’s fine,” he almost wanted to laugh out loud for the delight of it, “and they’re both going home tomorrow.”
They stood, side by side, silently for a few moments. Then Steve turned to Peter once more. “We should get them and the wives together sometime. Maybe set up a play date or something.”
“I’m sure they’ll be good friends.”
“Me, too.”