Alphabet Soup, Taggart, PG-13, Stuart/Ewan (OC)
Title: Alphabet Soup [4/26]
Fandom: Taggart
Word Count: 799
Author: Freekydisaster
Pairing: Stuart/Ewan(OC)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash.
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Twenty six words, unlimited words, one couple... A set of mini-adventures for my favourite couple.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Beta: No one.
Authors Note: I hate this challenge. JSYK.
[Dream]
Silently stepping into his bedroom, he checked that his husband was asleep before he continued through their room so he could slip into their adjoining bathroom and quietly closing the door with a soft click. Sliding down to the bathroom floor, he covered his face with his hands and felt the tears that had been threatening to fall since he had left McIntyre’s. It was very rare that Ewan allowed his emotions to take control, and today was one of those rare days.
“Baby,” he heard someone whisper and he stiffened. This was one of the reasons he should have stayed at McIntyre’s and cried his eyes out. How did he forget that Stuart was a trained detective that noticed every little thing?
“Leave me alone,” he pleaded as he buried his face into his knees, his arms wrapping around them to keep them up. He didn’t care that he was being an immature brat about this situation. He just wanted to be alone. He wanted to sit in the bathroom so that he could cry his eyes out and maybe once that was done, he’d feel the rage he knew would come and destroy the bathroom before having to tidy it all up again. Even if he caused it, the mess would still bring him to his knees in a panic attack.
“No way in hell is that going to happen, Ewan.” Stuart growled taking hold of his husband’s shoulder and twisting him around so they were facing each other. “What happened?”
“Did you ever have a dream when you were growing up, Stuart?”
Confusion etched over his husband’s face as he analysed the question. “A dream?”
“Yeah, you know. Something you really wanted to do.”
“I wanted to be a priest,” he confessed causing Ewan to smile through his tears as he realised that Stuart couldn’t have gone further in the opposite direction to his dream. “I was abandoned by my birth mother, my adoptive parents were controlling and I thought God would be the one to lead me to salvation but that didn’t last very long.”
“I would have hated it if you had become a priest.”
Stuart laughed as he ran his hands through his partner’s hair, his head shaking. “Ewan, our circles would never have crossed. When do you ever go to church?”
“When someone has died,” he admitted truthfully.
“Exactly,” Stuart smiled as he used his thumb pads to rub at the man’s face. “Now tell me, handsome. What’s causing your sadness tonight?” And then as soon as he said it, Stuart remembered why. Today was the anniversary of not only Ronan’s death, but also Krystal’s. It was some sick form of romance that they had died on the same day, just several years apart. Closing his eyes, he pressed his forehead against his husbands and pressed a kiss against his lips, the taste of salt just making them grasp at each other tighter.
“I had dreams, you know. I wanted to go to university and make something of myself.” Pressing another kiss against his husband’s lips, he leant back and closed his eyes as he felt the sting of tears again. This time, though, they weren’t of sadness. They were of anger and of hate. “I loved them both so much and yet they completely my life.”
“Come now, baby...”
“No, let me finish.” Stuart nodded his head, his lips being closed tightly as he looked at his husband. “But at the same time, I have no right to feel anger towards them because thanks to this life I met you, and Ronan also showed up. So do I have the right to feel angry? To feel as if my dreams have been completely destroyed?”
A few moments of silence passed and Stuart realised he could now talk. “Baby, have you ever thought that maybe you have achieved one of your dreams?”
“What?”
“Well every child has them. Did you not dream that you would meet the person you loved? Have a child? Play house? Have a family that completely adores you?” He asked and Ewan’s tears slowed gently, his hand reaching out to take hold of Stuart’s face as he pressed a hungry kiss against his lips. Only this man would be able to make him see sense of any situation, make him see the bright side; his very own Pollyanna. “Dreams change, baby, and I’d like to think yours changed for the better.”
Laughing through his now dried up tears, Ewan nodded his head. “Oh yes, I don’t know what I’d do without this dream or the many more that will come.”
“Amen,” Stuart said crawling onto Ewan’s lap, his hand on his chest as the sadness dissipated between them and he teased kisses across his husband’s tear stained face.