Fic: He Never Asked (Part 2/??)
Title: He Never Asked (Part 2/??)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Ewan McGregor/Hayden Christensen RPS
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17. Set right after filming of Epi III but no real spoilers for the movie itself.
Summary: Hayden admits his feelings for Ewan, passes out, and then runs for the hills.
Feedback: We would love you so much! But, please be easy, it’s our first venture into RPS fic.
Disclaimer: Well, the usual, we don’t own them, they own themselves, but sure enjoy writing about them!
Notes: Just a quick note to say that things are not in sequence with the way some things occurred in real life (you'll see what we mean).
Click Here for Part 1
"Christ," Ewan muttered, glaring at the note Hayden had left with feeling
as he slammed his coffee cup down on it. Just a mistake his ass. Hayden
might not realize it yet, but he was quite as much a prick as Ewan himself
was. Ewan debated his options. Christensen was probably well on his
way back to Canada now. Slowly, he began to smile as he picked up
the phone. "Eve, love, I might be detained for a little longer. I have to
make a stop in Canada."
~*~*~*~
"No, Kaylen, I will _not_ introduce you to Ewan McGregor just so you can
drool all over him and embarrass me!" he exclaimed in exasperation. A
slight whine filled his voice when he looked over at the breakfast bar
where his mother was sitting reading the morning paper. "Mom, will you
please make her leave me alone!"
"Kaylen, you're brother is being cranky, dear, leave him alone until you
get back from school when perhaps he will have had a personality
transplant." The actor's mother smiled over at her son teasingly as his
younger sister stormed from the room, rolling her eyes.
They both heard the scrape and thud as Kaylen grabbed her backpack.
"Alright, I'll see you guys- Oh. My. God!” Everyone within a five block
radius winced as her voice hit its highest possible volume and pitch on the
last word.
"Kaylen, I've got a fucking headache, do you have to yell like that?"
Hayden asked irritably. A headache was right, more like a hangover. He'd
not had one sober night since he'd left Australia.
"Don't curse at your sister, Hayden!" His mother looked at him irritably
as she walked out of the kitchen only to stop in the doorway. "Oh, my..."
"I get that a lot," said the one and only Ewan McGregor, looking somewhat
embarrassed as he stood on Hayden fucking Christensen's doorstep. He'd lost
his mind, he decided. Somehow it had never registered, though Hayden had
talked about them enough, that Hayden had a family.
"Please, come in...I'm sorry about my daughter." Mrs. Christensen said,
smiling up at the young man...the young...gorgeous man. No matter how much
her son talked about all the stars he rubbed elbows with now, it just didn't
register at times. "She's...fifteen..." She said that as if it explained
everything.
Hayden had recognized that voice instantly and his first reaction had been
to sneak out the back door. Unfortunately, that only led to the back yard,
which led to the front yard because the fence was too high to jump
over and that was where the only gate led. He'd learned that lesson back in High School; the hard way, of course. So, he walked slowly into the archway dividing the kitchen and living room, and met the other actor's gaze.
"I understand," Ewan answered his gaze all for Hayden even though he spoke
to Mrs. Christensen.
The look wasn't lost on Hayden's mother. She hurried over to her daughter
and gripped her shoulder. "Come on, Kaylen, you have to get to school."
"But..."
"No, now come on...let's leave Hayden to his young friend. It was a
pleasure to meet you Mr. McGregor." She nodded at the actor and pushed her
daughter out through the other door leading to the garage.
"What brings you all the way up here to the land of snow and ice?" he
asked. Forcing a slight smile, he didn’t move from where he stood. However, he did
look as if he might bolt at any second.
Ewan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You do," he answered,
closing the distance between them several more steps.
The younger actor fought the urge to step back an equal measure of steps
and stood his ground. He tried to smile his normal, quirky smile only to
fail miserably. "Oh? Well, here I am...doing fine...just as I was
before...and you?"
"I'm good," he answered, searching Hayden's face. "You look like hell,
Christensen. What the hell have you been doing since you ran out on me and
left that note?"
"Spending time around the house, going out at night...you know...the
usual..." He forced a weak smile; his head pounding as he wished the Tylenol he'd taken would hurry up and work!
"You never did lie well."
"What do you want me to say, Ewan? That I've been out drinking and
getting drunk every night with David Duchovny and any other actor who
happens to be in Toronto on any given night?" he retorted, turning and
walking into the kitchen, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. He knew that Ewan would follow him. He’d been right.
Ewan leaned against the countertop with a sigh. "Now, what're you doing
something so stupid as that for?"
Snorting at that, Hayden walked around the bar and poured a cup of coffee
for Ewan. One thing his mother did do was train him to never be rude to a
visitor. "Because I can...I'm old enough...unattached...that's all that
matters."
"Age doesn't necessarily make you the brightest person I ever met, at
least not in the last five minutes on record," Ewan retorted. He took the
coffee and risked scalding his mouth and tongue to have a few
seconds to compose his next words. "You were running scared, Hayden. You
still are."
"No, I was preserving what little dignity I had to salvage and getting out
while I could," Hayden retorted, lifting his chin to meet Ewan's gaze
steadily. His voice was ragged and his eyes bright as he fought against
the urge to get defensive. He failed miserably.
Ewan arched his eyebrows. "If admitting you love someone ruins a person's
dignity, then I must have very little left. If admitting you love another
man and are a fucking prick does the same, then I'm completely without
this thing you call dignity." There, Hayden boy, I've laid it out for
you. Now think about it, you idiot.
Hayden glared over the other man. He couldn't be saying what it sounded
like...he was a fucking happily married man with children! "Stop fucking
with my mind, McGregor," he snapped finally, slamming his mug down on the
counter and heading to the sliding glass door that lead out to the back
yard.
"I'm not fucking with your mind, Christensen!" Ewan set his own cup down
and followed Hayden out into the back yard, leaning back against the glass
door. Ah, I've got you cornered now. "I'm 100% fucking serious."
"You're married...with children! Everybody’s fucking ideal of the
perfect little family..." Hayden was worked up now, his headache and
other things forgotten as he swung around and glared at Ewan fucking
McGregor, the man he'd loved for years now, looked up to as a mentor, and
had just plain liked. God, had he been stupid!
"Quite happily married with children, I might add, and with a wife who
knows exactly what I get up to!"
That stopped Hayden short of the retort that had popped to his lips and he
blinked in confusion for a moment. "What?"
"Fucking hell, Hayden. It never occurred to you that someone could be
married and put his dick to use fore and aft, did it?" Ewan grinned a
bit at the somewhat scandalized look on the 24-year-old's face at his crude
analogy.
"But...your girls...the press..." He still was having a problem forming
any sort of coherent thought. It was as if his mind had stalled and was
trying to catch up. "How the fuck can you do _that_?" Yes, perhaps it
was too much for him to comprehend. After all, his parents had been
happily married for decades! And his Mom and Dad never...would never...
"Honestly, Hayden, sometimes you're quite closed-minded." Ewan shifted
positions as he leaned against the sliding glass door. "Eve married me
with full knowledge of my sexuality. We just neglected to tell her
parents," he added with a wicked grin.
Hayden took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he gathered his scattered
wits. Did this mean they could...no...he couldn't do that with a married
man...could he? Surely that isn't what Ewan was suggesting. "Just what
are you saying here, Ewan?" he asked quietly, searching the other man's
face as if he held the key to the universe.
Ewan seriously considered switching to his version of French, just to
see if he penetrated Hayden's skull any better than he was with plain
English. "I'm saying," he said very slowly, as if Hayden were as thick as
two short planks, which in Ewan's mind he was right about now, "if you're
of a mind to have a go, as you so seemed to be with the entire
I-think-your-gorgeous trip and that telling
I-love-you-and-will-now-pass-out-on-you thing, we can."
Swallowing hard, Hayden was suddenly terrified. What was it like to have
your wildest dream come true? Because as he stared at Ewan at that moment,
he was sure he was going to explode. Ewan-fucking-McGregor was telling
him that he'd be interested in having a go at it..at him..at, whatever!
"I never thought you'd want me," he murmured, his eyes suddenly alight
from inside as all that had happened that morning seemed to click inside
of his head. "That you'd think I'm just some lovesick fool
Canadian...another of your many adoring fans."
"Jesus, you are dense. I did try flirting with you several times on set,
if I do recall. I just figured you were the only one who didn't know what
the hell side of the fence you fell on yet."
"I thought you were just being nice to the kid who happened to catch a
break...and if it's any consolation, I didn't know which side of the fence
I was one until after we filmed Clones. It was a...revelation, you could
say." God, now that they'd actually _admitted_ to whatever it truly was
they had admitted to, Hayden wanted nothing more than to close the gap
between them and kiss him. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure he had the balls
to do it.
Luckily, Ewan had enough balls for the both of them. Pushing off the door,
he took the few strides necessary to close the distance between them and
kissed Hayden Christensen full on the mouth.
Hayden didn't hesitate in responding. His arms came up around the shorter
man and the kiss quickly turned into more than just a quick peck on the
lips. Their tongues darted out to tease and dance with one another and by
the time they both pulled back their breathing was definitely heavier than
it had been before.
"Wow," was all Hayden managed to say, a smile lifting the corners of his
mouth as he looked at Ewan in awe.
The Scots own lips quirked slightly. "Nice to know I can get that response.
I was feeling rather insecure after Johansson's comment about me kissing
like a sixteen-year-old," he quipped..
The blonde laughed at that, any tension he'd felt finally seeping away.
"She's a bitch anyway. Don't listen to a word she says."
"I never do."
Just as Hayden was about reply, someone cleared their throat behind them.
"Would either of you care for breakfast? I can make some waffles if you
like..."
Hayden blushed slightly and tried to disentangle himself from Ewan.
"Well?" he asked Ewan, his mouth quirking in amusement.
"I never refuse food," the elder actor retorted with a cheerful grin,
first at Hayden, then at his mother.
His mother met his eyes and Hayden bit slightly at his lower lip. She'd
already talked about mooning after a married man and the actor so knew she
wasn't going to understand this. Hell, he wasn't even sure _he_ understood
this yet! However, Hayden was more than willing to go with it and take it
one day at a time.
~*~*~*~
Alie, Hayden's mother, sat down across from Hayden and Ewan, smiling
slightly. The younger actor closed his eyes briefly because he saw that
look in her eyes and knew she was going to do it. Of course she was. His
father wasn't there to play his part, so she'd just take up the slack and
take care of the situation herself! He turned his attention to the waffle
in front of him, wondering if he should have put more peanut butter on it.
"So, Ewan, I hear you're married," she asked as she held her cup of coffee.
"Yeah, have been for a while now," he replied, quite unaffected by the
storm he knew was gathering.
"And you're still interested in my son, I take it?" She licked her lips
lightly, looking up and meeting the elder actor's gaze steadily.
"Quite," Ewan answered, arching an eyebrow at Hayden, who looked as though
he'd quite like to disappear.
"Mom, I'm sure we can talk about this later. Just you and I, okay?"
Hayden looked over at Ewan in apology, shrugging slightly. Shit, if he'd
known his mother was going to do this, he'd have... Well, he wasn't sure
what he'd done except try to get out of there without breakfast!
Hayden's mother shook her head. "No, dear, we can't. The fact is, Mr.
McGregor is married and we talked about this already." She turned her
attention over to Ewan. "What about your wife? And daughters? From what
I understand, you have two children, right?"
"Mrs. Christensen," Ewan answered after a moment during which he attempted
not to get pissed at her presumptive manner. Really, he'd been doing fine
up until then. "Mrs. Christensen," he began again, "I am happily married, as
you've noted. My wife is quite aware of certain aspects of my life and has
been for a while now. And your son is 23, going on 24, I rather think he
can make his own decisions now."
"Yes, I'm sure he is. And we've been letting him make his own decisions
for a long while now. But the fact is, he _is_ my son, and I worry about
him. I don't like to think of him getting hurt and I can see nothing but
pain for him if you continue with this. As such, I have a right to speak
up...what you both do from here is your business." She wasn't quite sure
if she liked this man or not, but if her son did, perhaps there was more to
him than what she was seeing just at the moment. Hayden's mother certainly
hoped so.
"I'll do my best to make sure what you think you see doesn't come true," he
answered, rising abruptly. He glanced sideways at Hayden, a meaningful look
that landed itself somewhere between 'help!' and 'Let's go!'
Standing abruptly, Hayden leaned over and kissed his mother's cheek. "Mom,
thank you for breakfast...but we need to get out of here. We've got some,
uh, talking to do..."
Her lips pursed in frustrated concern, she watched the two men stride
out of her kitchen. A soft sigh escaped her as she stood and began
gathering the half-finished plates. Well, she'd managed to screw that one
up; hopefully her son wouldn't hate her forever now.
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Ewan McGregor/Hayden Christensen RPS
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17. Set right after filming of Epi III but no real spoilers for the movie itself.
Summary: Hayden admits his feelings for Ewan, passes out, and then runs for the hills.
Feedback: We would love you so much! But, please be easy, it’s our first venture into RPS fic.
Disclaimer: Well, the usual, we don’t own them, they own themselves, but sure enjoy writing about them!
Notes: Just a quick note to say that things are not in sequence with the way some things occurred in real life (you'll see what we mean).
Click Here for Part 1
"Christ," Ewan muttered, glaring at the note Hayden had left with feeling
as he slammed his coffee cup down on it. Just a mistake his ass. Hayden
might not realize it yet, but he was quite as much a prick as Ewan himself
was. Ewan debated his options. Christensen was probably well on his
way back to Canada now. Slowly, he began to smile as he picked up
the phone. "Eve, love, I might be detained for a little longer. I have to
make a stop in Canada."
~*~*~*~
"No, Kaylen, I will _not_ introduce you to Ewan McGregor just so you can
drool all over him and embarrass me!" he exclaimed in exasperation. A
slight whine filled his voice when he looked over at the breakfast bar
where his mother was sitting reading the morning paper. "Mom, will you
please make her leave me alone!"
"Kaylen, you're brother is being cranky, dear, leave him alone until you
get back from school when perhaps he will have had a personality
transplant." The actor's mother smiled over at her son teasingly as his
younger sister stormed from the room, rolling her eyes.
They both heard the scrape and thud as Kaylen grabbed her backpack.
"Alright, I'll see you guys- Oh. My. God!” Everyone within a five block
radius winced as her voice hit its highest possible volume and pitch on the
last word.
"Kaylen, I've got a fucking headache, do you have to yell like that?"
Hayden asked irritably. A headache was right, more like a hangover. He'd
not had one sober night since he'd left Australia.
"Don't curse at your sister, Hayden!" His mother looked at him irritably
as she walked out of the kitchen only to stop in the doorway. "Oh, my..."
"I get that a lot," said the one and only Ewan McGregor, looking somewhat
embarrassed as he stood on Hayden fucking Christensen's doorstep. He'd lost
his mind, he decided. Somehow it had never registered, though Hayden had
talked about them enough, that Hayden had a family.
"Please, come in...I'm sorry about my daughter." Mrs. Christensen said,
smiling up at the young man...the young...gorgeous man. No matter how much
her son talked about all the stars he rubbed elbows with now, it just didn't
register at times. "She's...fifteen..." She said that as if it explained
everything.
Hayden had recognized that voice instantly and his first reaction had been
to sneak out the back door. Unfortunately, that only led to the back yard,
which led to the front yard because the fence was too high to jump
over and that was where the only gate led. He'd learned that lesson back in High School; the hard way, of course. So, he walked slowly into the archway dividing the kitchen and living room, and met the other actor's gaze.
"I understand," Ewan answered his gaze all for Hayden even though he spoke
to Mrs. Christensen.
The look wasn't lost on Hayden's mother. She hurried over to her daughter
and gripped her shoulder. "Come on, Kaylen, you have to get to school."
"But..."
"No, now come on...let's leave Hayden to his young friend. It was a
pleasure to meet you Mr. McGregor." She nodded at the actor and pushed her
daughter out through the other door leading to the garage.
"What brings you all the way up here to the land of snow and ice?" he
asked. Forcing a slight smile, he didn’t move from where he stood. However, he did
look as if he might bolt at any second.
Ewan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You do," he answered,
closing the distance between them several more steps.
The younger actor fought the urge to step back an equal measure of steps
and stood his ground. He tried to smile his normal, quirky smile only to
fail miserably. "Oh? Well, here I am...doing fine...just as I was
before...and you?"
"I'm good," he answered, searching Hayden's face. "You look like hell,
Christensen. What the hell have you been doing since you ran out on me and
left that note?"
"Spending time around the house, going out at night...you know...the
usual..." He forced a weak smile; his head pounding as he wished the Tylenol he'd taken would hurry up and work!
"You never did lie well."
"What do you want me to say, Ewan? That I've been out drinking and
getting drunk every night with David Duchovny and any other actor who
happens to be in Toronto on any given night?" he retorted, turning and
walking into the kitchen, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. He knew that Ewan would follow him. He’d been right.
Ewan leaned against the countertop with a sigh. "Now, what're you doing
something so stupid as that for?"
Snorting at that, Hayden walked around the bar and poured a cup of coffee
for Ewan. One thing his mother did do was train him to never be rude to a
visitor. "Because I can...I'm old enough...unattached...that's all that
matters."
"Age doesn't necessarily make you the brightest person I ever met, at
least not in the last five minutes on record," Ewan retorted. He took the
coffee and risked scalding his mouth and tongue to have a few
seconds to compose his next words. "You were running scared, Hayden. You
still are."
"No, I was preserving what little dignity I had to salvage and getting out
while I could," Hayden retorted, lifting his chin to meet Ewan's gaze
steadily. His voice was ragged and his eyes bright as he fought against
the urge to get defensive. He failed miserably.
Ewan arched his eyebrows. "If admitting you love someone ruins a person's
dignity, then I must have very little left. If admitting you love another
man and are a fucking prick does the same, then I'm completely without
this thing you call dignity." There, Hayden boy, I've laid it out for
you. Now think about it, you idiot.
Hayden glared over the other man. He couldn't be saying what it sounded
like...he was a fucking happily married man with children! "Stop fucking
with my mind, McGregor," he snapped finally, slamming his mug down on the
counter and heading to the sliding glass door that lead out to the back
yard.
"I'm not fucking with your mind, Christensen!" Ewan set his own cup down
and followed Hayden out into the back yard, leaning back against the glass
door. Ah, I've got you cornered now. "I'm 100% fucking serious."
"You're married...with children! Everybody’s fucking ideal of the
perfect little family..." Hayden was worked up now, his headache and
other things forgotten as he swung around and glared at Ewan fucking
McGregor, the man he'd loved for years now, looked up to as a mentor, and
had just plain liked. God, had he been stupid!
"Quite happily married with children, I might add, and with a wife who
knows exactly what I get up to!"
That stopped Hayden short of the retort that had popped to his lips and he
blinked in confusion for a moment. "What?"
"Fucking hell, Hayden. It never occurred to you that someone could be
married and put his dick to use fore and aft, did it?" Ewan grinned a
bit at the somewhat scandalized look on the 24-year-old's face at his crude
analogy.
"But...your girls...the press..." He still was having a problem forming
any sort of coherent thought. It was as if his mind had stalled and was
trying to catch up. "How the fuck can you do _that_?" Yes, perhaps it
was too much for him to comprehend. After all, his parents had been
happily married for decades! And his Mom and Dad never...would never...
"Honestly, Hayden, sometimes you're quite closed-minded." Ewan shifted
positions as he leaned against the sliding glass door. "Eve married me
with full knowledge of my sexuality. We just neglected to tell her
parents," he added with a wicked grin.
Hayden took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he gathered his scattered
wits. Did this mean they could...no...he couldn't do that with a married
man...could he? Surely that isn't what Ewan was suggesting. "Just what
are you saying here, Ewan?" he asked quietly, searching the other man's
face as if he held the key to the universe.
Ewan seriously considered switching to his version of French, just to
see if he penetrated Hayden's skull any better than he was with plain
English. "I'm saying," he said very slowly, as if Hayden were as thick as
two short planks, which in Ewan's mind he was right about now, "if you're
of a mind to have a go, as you so seemed to be with the entire
I-think-your-gorgeous trip and that telling
I-love-you-and-will-now-pass-out-on-you thing, we can."
Swallowing hard, Hayden was suddenly terrified. What was it like to have
your wildest dream come true? Because as he stared at Ewan at that moment,
he was sure he was going to explode. Ewan-fucking-McGregor was telling
him that he'd be interested in having a go at it..at him..at, whatever!
"I never thought you'd want me," he murmured, his eyes suddenly alight
from inside as all that had happened that morning seemed to click inside
of his head. "That you'd think I'm just some lovesick fool
Canadian...another of your many adoring fans."
"Jesus, you are dense. I did try flirting with you several times on set,
if I do recall. I just figured you were the only one who didn't know what
the hell side of the fence you fell on yet."
"I thought you were just being nice to the kid who happened to catch a
break...and if it's any consolation, I didn't know which side of the fence
I was one until after we filmed Clones. It was a...revelation, you could
say." God, now that they'd actually _admitted_ to whatever it truly was
they had admitted to, Hayden wanted nothing more than to close the gap
between them and kiss him. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure he had the balls
to do it.
Luckily, Ewan had enough balls for the both of them. Pushing off the door,
he took the few strides necessary to close the distance between them and
kissed Hayden Christensen full on the mouth.
Hayden didn't hesitate in responding. His arms came up around the shorter
man and the kiss quickly turned into more than just a quick peck on the
lips. Their tongues darted out to tease and dance with one another and by
the time they both pulled back their breathing was definitely heavier than
it had been before.
"Wow," was all Hayden managed to say, a smile lifting the corners of his
mouth as he looked at Ewan in awe.
The Scots own lips quirked slightly. "Nice to know I can get that response.
I was feeling rather insecure after Johansson's comment about me kissing
like a sixteen-year-old," he quipped..
The blonde laughed at that, any tension he'd felt finally seeping away.
"She's a bitch anyway. Don't listen to a word she says."
"I never do."
Just as Hayden was about reply, someone cleared their throat behind them.
"Would either of you care for breakfast? I can make some waffles if you
like..."
Hayden blushed slightly and tried to disentangle himself from Ewan.
"Well?" he asked Ewan, his mouth quirking in amusement.
"I never refuse food," the elder actor retorted with a cheerful grin,
first at Hayden, then at his mother.
His mother met his eyes and Hayden bit slightly at his lower lip. She'd
already talked about mooning after a married man and the actor so knew she
wasn't going to understand this. Hell, he wasn't even sure _he_ understood
this yet! However, Hayden was more than willing to go with it and take it
one day at a time.
~*~*~*~
Alie, Hayden's mother, sat down across from Hayden and Ewan, smiling
slightly. The younger actor closed his eyes briefly because he saw that
look in her eyes and knew she was going to do it. Of course she was. His
father wasn't there to play his part, so she'd just take up the slack and
take care of the situation herself! He turned his attention to the waffle
in front of him, wondering if he should have put more peanut butter on it.
"So, Ewan, I hear you're married," she asked as she held her cup of coffee.
"Yeah, have been for a while now," he replied, quite unaffected by the
storm he knew was gathering.
"And you're still interested in my son, I take it?" She licked her lips
lightly, looking up and meeting the elder actor's gaze steadily.
"Quite," Ewan answered, arching an eyebrow at Hayden, who looked as though
he'd quite like to disappear.
"Mom, I'm sure we can talk about this later. Just you and I, okay?"
Hayden looked over at Ewan in apology, shrugging slightly. Shit, if he'd
known his mother was going to do this, he'd have... Well, he wasn't sure
what he'd done except try to get out of there without breakfast!
Hayden's mother shook her head. "No, dear, we can't. The fact is, Mr.
McGregor is married and we talked about this already." She turned her
attention over to Ewan. "What about your wife? And daughters? From what
I understand, you have two children, right?"
"Mrs. Christensen," Ewan answered after a moment during which he attempted
not to get pissed at her presumptive manner. Really, he'd been doing fine
up until then. "Mrs. Christensen," he began again, "I am happily married, as
you've noted. My wife is quite aware of certain aspects of my life and has
been for a while now. And your son is 23, going on 24, I rather think he
can make his own decisions now."
"Yes, I'm sure he is. And we've been letting him make his own decisions
for a long while now. But the fact is, he _is_ my son, and I worry about
him. I don't like to think of him getting hurt and I can see nothing but
pain for him if you continue with this. As such, I have a right to speak
up...what you both do from here is your business." She wasn't quite sure
if she liked this man or not, but if her son did, perhaps there was more to
him than what she was seeing just at the moment. Hayden's mother certainly
hoped so.
"I'll do my best to make sure what you think you see doesn't come true," he
answered, rising abruptly. He glanced sideways at Hayden, a meaningful look
that landed itself somewhere between 'help!' and 'Let's go!'
Standing abruptly, Hayden leaned over and kissed his mother's cheek. "Mom,
thank you for breakfast...but we need to get out of here. We've got some,
uh, talking to do..."
Her lips pursed in frustrated concern, she watched the two men stride
out of her kitchen. A soft sigh escaped her as she stood and began
gathering the half-finished plates. Well, she'd managed to screw that one
up; hopefully her son wouldn't hate her forever now.