FIC: Wallets
A Luke/Reid fic in which Luke & Reid compare wallets. (As the World Turns, PG-13)
Title: Wallets
Author: sleeper6
Characters: Luke/Reid
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2071
Summary: Luke and Reid compare the contents of their wallets.
Disclaimer: All belongs to As the World Turns, not me.
Author's notes: Fluff and stuff, similar to my Pictures fic. FYI - I don't know much about organ donations and DNRs so this is just responding to ideas set forth by the show, as inaccurate as they may be.
“Hey, there,” Reid Oliver greeted his boyfriend, Luke Snyder, as he pulled him into Katie Snyder’s place and kissed him softly on the lips. Since Katie and her baby were staying over at Chris Hughes’ apartment that Saturday night, Reid and Luke would be spending their usual date night here without any interruptions or Chris interference (which happened frequently as Chris dropped by Katie’s a lot).
“Hello to you,” responded Luke after parting. He held up two green boxes in front of Reid. “Your Girl Scout cookies came in today.”
“Cookies!” Reid’s eyes widened as he grabbed one of the boxes and tore it open, immediately stuffing his face with cookie after cookie.
Luke laughed at his boyfriend’s voracious appetite. “You owe Natalie ten dollars, by the way.”
Reid, hugging the cookie box and chewing heartily, fell onto the couch and pointed to his bedroom behind him. “Could you get the money from my wallet? It’s on the nightstand.”
“Sure,” said Luke as he placed the second box on the coffee table and made his way to Reid’s bedroom.
Reid put his feet on the table and continued eating, pausing only when Luke returned with one of his usual ‘I’m-the-happiest-boy-on-the-earth’ grins on his face.
“What?” Reid asked after swallowing a large piece of cookie.
Luke opened Reid’s black leather wallet and pulled out a small wallet-sized picture of himself, which had the same exact grin that he was currently sporting. Recognizing his shirt in the photo, Luke knew it had been taken at Jacob’s first birthday party not too long ago. He showed Reid the photo.
“Oh, that.”
“I didn’t know you kept a picture of me in your wallet,” said Luke as he sat next to Reid on the couch. “You took this?”
Reid, a slight blush on his face, stuffed another cookie into his mouth. “Katie did. Then she gave it to me.”
“She printed it out like this, wallet-sized?”
Reid continued chewing and looked down the box in his hands. “No, I did that.”
Luke tilted his head, his dimples on full display. “Aww, Reid.”
Reid rolled his eyes and held his hand out. “Come on, give it to me.”
Luke scooted to the end of the couch and out of Reid’s reach. “Wait, can I see what else you have in here?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he returned his picture to its slot and rifled through the wallet.
Reid dropped his arm. “Why do you want to know what I have in my wallet?”
Luke shrugged. “I’m just curious.” He pulled out another photo and silently stared at it for a few seconds. “These are your parents.”
Reid swallowed the food in his mouth and placed the box on the couch beside him. “Yeah.”
“You look like both of them.” Luke glanced up at Reid. “How come you don’t talk about them?”
“They’re dead, Luke.”
“But you must have a lot of memories-”
“They’re dead,” interrupted Reid in the brusque tone that always signaled the end of a particular conversation.
Luke suddenly laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your license picture, Reid-you look like the Grinch who’s being booked for stealing Christmas,” Luke replied, still laughing.
Reid crossed his arms. “How can anyone expect to take a good photograph when there are impatient and noisy people in front of you, behind you, to your left and your right, and some old lady is yelling at you to stand behind a line and look at the camera at the same time? It’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t know; I like mine,” said Luke quietly.
“Let me see it,” Reid extended his hand.
Luke slightly raised his body to pull his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. He handed it to Reid, who whistled upon seeing it. “My, my, Mr. Snyder, that’s a fancy wallet,” Reid smirked.
Luke glared at him. “It was a gift from my mom.”
“Mommy’s got great taste,” said Reid as he placed the wallet under his nose. “It smells good-oh, wait, is that the smell of the thousands of dollars inside?”
“Shut up.”
Reid opened the wallet, about to mock Luke’s ID photo, but remained silent. Unlike Reid and everyone else Reid knew, Luke had somehow managed the nearly impossible: a perfect driver’s license photo. Luke was glowing; it was as if he was standing in a meadow filled with flowers and butterflies instead of a smelly, crowded DMV office.
“Yeah, that’s, that’s a decent picture,” Reid uttered indifferently though he couldn’t stop staring at it.
When Luke saw Reid’s fingers brush against his photo, he held out his hand. “Okay, give it here. I don’t want you to steal it for your collection.”
Reid laughed. “What collection?”
“Of me. You have pictures of me in your phone, in your wallet, and that’s okay; it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I am gorgeous,” Luke said with a straight face.
He and Reid stared at one another before dissolving into laughter.
“All right, now, just give me back my wallet,” said Reid a few seconds later as he reached out toward Luke.
“Aha!” exclaimed Luke, slapping Reid’s hand away. “So that’s how old you really are.”
“Luke.”
Luke looked at the license and then at Reid. “You’re an organ donor?”
Reid laid his head against the couch and stared at Luke’s license. “And you’re not.” He faced Luke. “Why aren’t you? You’ve had someone donate an organ to you to save your life.”
“Well, it was a bit more complicated than that.”
“I don’t care how it was. Someone’s kidney saved you. Don’t you want some part of you to be able to do the same for someone else?”
Luke shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s kind of scary if you think about it.”
“What is?”
“What if I’m hurt in an accident, and someone else needs a liver or a heart or another body part, and the doctors want to save him or her so no one tries to save me because that other person really needs my organs and the doctors want to give them to that person? I don’t like that idea.”
Reid shook his head. “That won’t happen, Luke.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I wouldn’t let them.”
“But what if they said that they really needed my organs?”
“I won’t let them, Luke,” Reid firmly stated. “And you have to be declared dead or brain dead at the very least before you’re cut open.”
“Oh.”
Reid smiled and touched Luke’s leg. “So you’ll think about it?”
Luke nodded. “I will.”
Reid turned his attention to Luke’s wallet and noticed a familiar card. “Hey, you have my old business card in here.”
“I didn’t know that was still in there.”
Reid stared at it. “My Dallas office,” he said wistfully.
“Do you miss it?”
“No,” Reid said quickly.
“Are you sure?” asked Luke. “Because you still have your parking pass from Dallas in here. You plan on returning one day?”
“Never, Luke,” replied Reid. “I’m already home.”
That ignited a smile and a pink flush on Luke’s face. He focused on Reid’s wallet again. “Let’s see what else you have in here: a library card, a credit card, your debit card, the video store membership card and . . . forty dollars.” He looked up. “You don’t have a lot of cash in your wallet, Reid.”
Reid shrugged. “I have a rich boyfriend so I don’t find it necessary to carry around my life savings.” Reid counted Luke’s money. “You, on the other hand, do.” Reid looked at Luke. “There’s a lot of money in here.”
“My boyfriend’s stingy,” retorted Luke. “And he owes me ten dollars.”
“Good thing you have, like, four credit cards in here, then.” Reid withdrew a card from Luke’s wallet. “What’s this? An Oakdale University student ID card.” He looked questioningly at Luke. “I thought you had to be a student to have a student ID card.”
“I, uh, I guess I forgot that was in there, too,” Luke said quietly.
“You ever think of going back?”
Luke shook his head. “I just never took it out, Reid.”
“Luke, if you ever want to talk about-”
“I didn’t know it was in there, Reid!” Luke declared a little too loudly.
“Okay,” Reid whispered, putting the card back in its slot. “Nice picture, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“A gym membership card? You belong to a gym?” inquired Reid. “You mean you’re not naturally thin and hot?”
“I wish.” Luke laughed. “I don’t go to the gym except to play some basketball when I’m feeling stressed, or if Casey invites me. I used to go a lot when my cousin, Will, lived here.”
“I could go with you if ever need someone to play with.”
“You don’t play basketball.”
“But you could teach me, right?”
“I’d like that.”
Reid nodded in agreement.
“Hello, what’s this?” Luke held up a wrapped condom that’d been stored in the last slot of Reid’s wallet. “Carrying it around in case you get lucky?”
“My boyfriend’s always horny,” said Reid. He then pulled out two wrapped condoms from Luke’s wallet and cocked an eyebrow.
“So’s mine,” Luke replied.
“Yes, he is,” confirmed Reid as he slowly moved closer to Luke.
“You have a DNR card?”
Reid now sat against Luke, their shoulders and legs touching. “Yeah.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“If my heart shuts down completely, Luke, I assume there’s a reason for that and don’t think that much can be done at that point,” explained Reid.
“But you’re a doctor.”
“Yes, I am.”
“And you always do everything in your power to save one of your patients. Wouldn’t you want your doctors to do the same for you?”
“Luke-”
But Luke interrupted him. “What if it was me who had the DNR? And let’s say I went, um, bungee jumping and hit my head and I suddenly stopped breathing at the hospital-that means I’d die because no one had permission to resuscitate me?”
Reid shook his head. “That wouldn’t happen.”
“But what if it did?”
Reid took hold of Luke’s hand. “If you were brought to Memorial and I was there, I’d fix you.”
“But what if my injuries were too severe?”
“I’d fix you.”
“What if it was my heart? You don’t know how to fix hearts.”
“I’d get someone to fix you,” Reid declared, giving Luke a small smile.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me die that easily,” Luke said, returning Reid’s smile.
“No, I wouldn’t let you go bungee jumping.”
“But if you are ever in that situation-”
Reid scowled. “I would never go bungee jumping!”
“What if I asked you?” Luke challenged.
Reid opened his mouth but said nothing. He knew he would do anything Luke asked him to.
Luke squeezed Reid’s hand. “See, I’d want to help you, too, but I’m not a doctor, so the best I could do is order the doctors around to do all they can to save you.” Luke rested his head on Reid’s shoulder. “You deserve to be saved, Reid. You deserve to be saved for me.”
Reid’s heart swelled with love for this man sitting next to him. “Okay, Luke,” he sighed, resting his cheek atop Luke’s blonde head. “I’ll think about it.”
They sat side by side in silence for a minute or two before Reid softly asked, “You must really want me around, and that’s why you don’t want me to die, huh?”
“Never,” murmured Luke. “But I know I’ll lose you eventually since you’re older than me.”
“Not by a lot,” Reid replied defensively.
“Your driver’s license says otherwise.”
“Can I have my wallet back now?”
Luke handed Reid his wallet, and Reid handed Luke his.
Reid chuckled. “I think we’re safe for a few years unless I decide to go bungee jumping.”
Luke brought Reid’s left hand to his lips and kissed it. “I wouldn’t make you do that.”
Reid cupped Luke’s cheek. “I love you.” He tilted his head down slightly to kiss him. “And if you ever need another kidney, I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“Forget the kidney,” Luke said in between kisses. “You still owe me ten dollars.”
Reid laughed against Luke’s lips. “I’m going to ask my boyfriend to pay. He has a lot of money in his wallet.”
“Only if you share the cookies.”
“Deal.”
Title: Wallets
Author: sleeper6
Characters: Luke/Reid
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2071
Summary: Luke and Reid compare the contents of their wallets.
Disclaimer: All belongs to As the World Turns, not me.
Author's notes: Fluff and stuff, similar to my Pictures fic. FYI - I don't know much about organ donations and DNRs so this is just responding to ideas set forth by the show, as inaccurate as they may be.
“Hey, there,” Reid Oliver greeted his boyfriend, Luke Snyder, as he pulled him into Katie Snyder’s place and kissed him softly on the lips. Since Katie and her baby were staying over at Chris Hughes’ apartment that Saturday night, Reid and Luke would be spending their usual date night here without any interruptions or Chris interference (which happened frequently as Chris dropped by Katie’s a lot).
“Hello to you,” responded Luke after parting. He held up two green boxes in front of Reid. “Your Girl Scout cookies came in today.”
“Cookies!” Reid’s eyes widened as he grabbed one of the boxes and tore it open, immediately stuffing his face with cookie after cookie.
Luke laughed at his boyfriend’s voracious appetite. “You owe Natalie ten dollars, by the way.”
Reid, hugging the cookie box and chewing heartily, fell onto the couch and pointed to his bedroom behind him. “Could you get the money from my wallet? It’s on the nightstand.”
“Sure,” said Luke as he placed the second box on the coffee table and made his way to Reid’s bedroom.
Reid put his feet on the table and continued eating, pausing only when Luke returned with one of his usual ‘I’m-the-happiest-boy-on-the-earth’ grins on his face.
“What?” Reid asked after swallowing a large piece of cookie.
Luke opened Reid’s black leather wallet and pulled out a small wallet-sized picture of himself, which had the same exact grin that he was currently sporting. Recognizing his shirt in the photo, Luke knew it had been taken at Jacob’s first birthday party not too long ago. He showed Reid the photo.
“Oh, that.”
“I didn’t know you kept a picture of me in your wallet,” said Luke as he sat next to Reid on the couch. “You took this?”
Reid, a slight blush on his face, stuffed another cookie into his mouth. “Katie did. Then she gave it to me.”
“She printed it out like this, wallet-sized?”
Reid continued chewing and looked down the box in his hands. “No, I did that.”
Luke tilted his head, his dimples on full display. “Aww, Reid.”
Reid rolled his eyes and held his hand out. “Come on, give it to me.”
Luke scooted to the end of the couch and out of Reid’s reach. “Wait, can I see what else you have in here?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he returned his picture to its slot and rifled through the wallet.
Reid dropped his arm. “Why do you want to know what I have in my wallet?”
Luke shrugged. “I’m just curious.” He pulled out another photo and silently stared at it for a few seconds. “These are your parents.”
Reid swallowed the food in his mouth and placed the box on the couch beside him. “Yeah.”
“You look like both of them.” Luke glanced up at Reid. “How come you don’t talk about them?”
“They’re dead, Luke.”
“But you must have a lot of memories-”
“They’re dead,” interrupted Reid in the brusque tone that always signaled the end of a particular conversation.
Luke suddenly laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your license picture, Reid-you look like the Grinch who’s being booked for stealing Christmas,” Luke replied, still laughing.
Reid crossed his arms. “How can anyone expect to take a good photograph when there are impatient and noisy people in front of you, behind you, to your left and your right, and some old lady is yelling at you to stand behind a line and look at the camera at the same time? It’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t know; I like mine,” said Luke quietly.
“Let me see it,” Reid extended his hand.
Luke slightly raised his body to pull his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. He handed it to Reid, who whistled upon seeing it. “My, my, Mr. Snyder, that’s a fancy wallet,” Reid smirked.
Luke glared at him. “It was a gift from my mom.”
“Mommy’s got great taste,” said Reid as he placed the wallet under his nose. “It smells good-oh, wait, is that the smell of the thousands of dollars inside?”
“Shut up.”
Reid opened the wallet, about to mock Luke’s ID photo, but remained silent. Unlike Reid and everyone else Reid knew, Luke had somehow managed the nearly impossible: a perfect driver’s license photo. Luke was glowing; it was as if he was standing in a meadow filled with flowers and butterflies instead of a smelly, crowded DMV office.
“Yeah, that’s, that’s a decent picture,” Reid uttered indifferently though he couldn’t stop staring at it.
When Luke saw Reid’s fingers brush against his photo, he held out his hand. “Okay, give it here. I don’t want you to steal it for your collection.”
Reid laughed. “What collection?”
“Of me. You have pictures of me in your phone, in your wallet, and that’s okay; it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I am gorgeous,” Luke said with a straight face.
He and Reid stared at one another before dissolving into laughter.
“All right, now, just give me back my wallet,” said Reid a few seconds later as he reached out toward Luke.
“Aha!” exclaimed Luke, slapping Reid’s hand away. “So that’s how old you really are.”
“Luke.”
Luke looked at the license and then at Reid. “You’re an organ donor?”
Reid laid his head against the couch and stared at Luke’s license. “And you’re not.” He faced Luke. “Why aren’t you? You’ve had someone donate an organ to you to save your life.”
“Well, it was a bit more complicated than that.”
“I don’t care how it was. Someone’s kidney saved you. Don’t you want some part of you to be able to do the same for someone else?”
Luke shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s kind of scary if you think about it.”
“What is?”
“What if I’m hurt in an accident, and someone else needs a liver or a heart or another body part, and the doctors want to save him or her so no one tries to save me because that other person really needs my organs and the doctors want to give them to that person? I don’t like that idea.”
Reid shook his head. “That won’t happen, Luke.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I wouldn’t let them.”
“But what if they said that they really needed my organs?”
“I won’t let them, Luke,” Reid firmly stated. “And you have to be declared dead or brain dead at the very least before you’re cut open.”
“Oh.”
Reid smiled and touched Luke’s leg. “So you’ll think about it?”
Luke nodded. “I will.”
Reid turned his attention to Luke’s wallet and noticed a familiar card. “Hey, you have my old business card in here.”
“I didn’t know that was still in there.”
Reid stared at it. “My Dallas office,” he said wistfully.
“Do you miss it?”
“No,” Reid said quickly.
“Are you sure?” asked Luke. “Because you still have your parking pass from Dallas in here. You plan on returning one day?”
“Never, Luke,” replied Reid. “I’m already home.”
That ignited a smile and a pink flush on Luke’s face. He focused on Reid’s wallet again. “Let’s see what else you have in here: a library card, a credit card, your debit card, the video store membership card and . . . forty dollars.” He looked up. “You don’t have a lot of cash in your wallet, Reid.”
Reid shrugged. “I have a rich boyfriend so I don’t find it necessary to carry around my life savings.” Reid counted Luke’s money. “You, on the other hand, do.” Reid looked at Luke. “There’s a lot of money in here.”
“My boyfriend’s stingy,” retorted Luke. “And he owes me ten dollars.”
“Good thing you have, like, four credit cards in here, then.” Reid withdrew a card from Luke’s wallet. “What’s this? An Oakdale University student ID card.” He looked questioningly at Luke. “I thought you had to be a student to have a student ID card.”
“I, uh, I guess I forgot that was in there, too,” Luke said quietly.
“You ever think of going back?”
Luke shook his head. “I just never took it out, Reid.”
“Luke, if you ever want to talk about-”
“I didn’t know it was in there, Reid!” Luke declared a little too loudly.
“Okay,” Reid whispered, putting the card back in its slot. “Nice picture, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“A gym membership card? You belong to a gym?” inquired Reid. “You mean you’re not naturally thin and hot?”
“I wish.” Luke laughed. “I don’t go to the gym except to play some basketball when I’m feeling stressed, or if Casey invites me. I used to go a lot when my cousin, Will, lived here.”
“I could go with you if ever need someone to play with.”
“You don’t play basketball.”
“But you could teach me, right?”
“I’d like that.”
Reid nodded in agreement.
“Hello, what’s this?” Luke held up a wrapped condom that’d been stored in the last slot of Reid’s wallet. “Carrying it around in case you get lucky?”
“My boyfriend’s always horny,” said Reid. He then pulled out two wrapped condoms from Luke’s wallet and cocked an eyebrow.
“So’s mine,” Luke replied.
“Yes, he is,” confirmed Reid as he slowly moved closer to Luke.
“You have a DNR card?”
Reid now sat against Luke, their shoulders and legs touching. “Yeah.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“If my heart shuts down completely, Luke, I assume there’s a reason for that and don’t think that much can be done at that point,” explained Reid.
“But you’re a doctor.”
“Yes, I am.”
“And you always do everything in your power to save one of your patients. Wouldn’t you want your doctors to do the same for you?”
“Luke-”
But Luke interrupted him. “What if it was me who had the DNR? And let’s say I went, um, bungee jumping and hit my head and I suddenly stopped breathing at the hospital-that means I’d die because no one had permission to resuscitate me?”
Reid shook his head. “That wouldn’t happen.”
“But what if it did?”
Reid took hold of Luke’s hand. “If you were brought to Memorial and I was there, I’d fix you.”
“But what if my injuries were too severe?”
“I’d fix you.”
“What if it was my heart? You don’t know how to fix hearts.”
“I’d get someone to fix you,” Reid declared, giving Luke a small smile.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me die that easily,” Luke said, returning Reid’s smile.
“No, I wouldn’t let you go bungee jumping.”
“But if you are ever in that situation-”
Reid scowled. “I would never go bungee jumping!”
“What if I asked you?” Luke challenged.
Reid opened his mouth but said nothing. He knew he would do anything Luke asked him to.
Luke squeezed Reid’s hand. “See, I’d want to help you, too, but I’m not a doctor, so the best I could do is order the doctors around to do all they can to save you.” Luke rested his head on Reid’s shoulder. “You deserve to be saved, Reid. You deserve to be saved for me.”
Reid’s heart swelled with love for this man sitting next to him. “Okay, Luke,” he sighed, resting his cheek atop Luke’s blonde head. “I’ll think about it.”
They sat side by side in silence for a minute or two before Reid softly asked, “You must really want me around, and that’s why you don’t want me to die, huh?”
“Never,” murmured Luke. “But I know I’ll lose you eventually since you’re older than me.”
“Not by a lot,” Reid replied defensively.
“Your driver’s license says otherwise.”
“Can I have my wallet back now?”
Luke handed Reid his wallet, and Reid handed Luke his.
Reid chuckled. “I think we’re safe for a few years unless I decide to go bungee jumping.”
Luke brought Reid’s left hand to his lips and kissed it. “I wouldn’t make you do that.”
Reid cupped Luke’s cheek. “I love you.” He tilted his head down slightly to kiss him. “And if you ever need another kidney, I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“Forget the kidney,” Luke said in between kisses. “You still owe me ten dollars.”
Reid laughed against Luke’s lips. “I’m going to ask my boyfriend to pay. He has a lot of money in his wallet.”
“Only if you share the cookies.”
“Deal.”