8 - upwards to infinity

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Welcome to our eighth prompt post.

As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real

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Fill 5/5

[anonymous]

On New Year's day, the time was nearly seven thirty and Alastair had already decided to take the morning off. He felt rotten, with a throat like sandpaper and shivers that wouldn't stop. "I wish I was dead," was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he dragged a pillow over his head.

Once Fiona had (rather unsympathetically) called Tony to inform him that Alastair had man flu, she bundled the children into the car and left for the day, leaving him to take care of himself. The phones rang solidly for about half an hour. Eventually Alastair dragged himself out of bed far enough to actually answer. "Hello?" he muttered.

"It's me," answered Peter shortly. "Good grief, Alastair, you sound awful. Have you come down with something?"

"Yeah." He coughed painfully. "You could say that."

There was a long, awkward pause. Alastair didn't want to try to speak again because of the fire it would light at the back of his throat, and besides, there didn't seem to be much to say. Then, out of the blue, Peter demanded: "What was all that about last night?"

"All what?" wondered Alastair, perplexed.

"You know. You were being nice to Reinaldo. Making fun of him, perhaps?"

Alastair was taken aback. "What? No! I... in person, he's a pretty good guy, Peter. I wanted to make up for all -" He broke off into more violent coughing.

Sighing impatiently, Peter replied, "It's okay, Alastair. You know, an apology might be a good place to start if you want to make up for putting Reinaldo down to my face. And an explanation, too."

"I don't know." Alastair groaned and pushed his fringe back. "I just don't know. But I am sorry, all right?"

"Better."

"And, look, Peter..." Chewing his lip, Alastair cursed himself for being such a disgustingly soft lump. "Fiona said something the other night. I couldn't figure out why I hated Reinaldo so much without ever having met him, and you know how she knows me better than I do... well, she suggested it was 'cause I had... feelings for you."

An even longer pause. "I see," said Peter, suddenly distant.

"A-and I reckon she might have been close to the truth," managed Alastair quickly. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything. But... you, you know, you're special. You're great." Oh, why were his goddamn hands shaking so much? "You're fucking wonderful, Peter," Alastair whispered, barely able to believe the words coming from his own mouth. "And maybe I didn't want to let you go to somebody else."

The dubious grin was audible in Peter's voice. "So what you're saying is that you only resented Reinaldo because you were jealous?"

"I-I guess."

"Sure. You know," Peter snorted cheerfully, "the apology was enough. There's no need to wind me up."

"But I'm not --" Alastair froze. "Okay, Peter," he sighed. "Whatever. You don't know sincerity when you hear it, that's actually great by me. But know this: if you ever so much as think about telling anyone I admitted I feel that way, I will personally turn your pretty face to fucking pulp, okay?"

"Okay." Peter didn't sound too concerned. "I'm just glad you seemed to genuinely sort out your differences with Reinaldo last night. You may be interested to know that he's rather taken with you, actually."

Alastair's tired eyes widened. "He is?"

"Of course he is," Peter laughed. "Now, let us both pretend this conversation never took place. Get well soon and get your arse back into work, okay?"

"Okay." And Alastair hung up and crawled back into bed, a whole lot more confused than he'd been five minutes earlier. Still, at least Peter didn't hate him any more, and that was all that mattered.

From OP

[anonymous]

Anon, thanks so much for filling this, that was fantastic! So many great lines - your Fiona in particular cracked me up

"What would you say are the main differences," inquired Alastair, sticking his head round the kitchen door, "between straight and gay long-term relationships?"

"Keeping our options open, are we, dear?" wondered Fiona. She was stood at the table, decorating biscuits with the boys, a phone clamped to her ear. "Very sensible. I've considered going lesbian myself if this all falls apart in a couple of years."

:D

Re: From OP

[anonymous]

:D *hugs OP* The pleasure was all mine. So very glad you like!

(Heheh, I'm still holding out for Millar!femslash...)

Re: Fill 5/5

[anonymous]

just :D