New Series Tomorrow People: Kevin Wilson/Alex MacDonald, Stages of Grief, Denial
Home Is Where the Heart Is
Author: Anne
Rating/Warnings: OK (Oz/Kiwi spelling/grammar etc) - PG - Angst, romance.
Theme: Stages of Grief: Denial
Author's notes: This fic is part of the Tears in Heaven series
Pairing: Kevin/Alex
Summary: Kevin is contacted by his father with the news that his mother is dying. He and Alex go to see them in the hope that burnt bridges can be rebuilt before it's too late.
Disclaimer: The Tomorrow People belong to Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV television. I promise to return the characters in one piece, more or less, when I'm finished, but hold no liability for any physical injury or psychological trauma sustained by them in my fiction. Alex belongs to Kevin and he's very possessive and overprotective so don't touch or even think about it.
[ ] indicates telepathy.
Thanks to: Linda and Misanagi for beta reading.
Alex glared at the phone when it rang. His mother had already made her point over dinner. He sighed. It was his and Kevin's first Christmas as a couple, and pretending they weren't together was not going to happen. Although Kevin hadn't said anything, Alex knew his mother had spoken to his lover in the kitchen, and had a fair idea just what had been said. He loved Kevin and she would have to learn to deal with it.
The phone kept ringing. Muttering under his breath, Alex picked it and spoke crossly. "I told you you're wasting your time, Mum. I love you, but this is my life, not yours."
A male voice answered. "Umm, I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number. I'm looking for Kevin Wilson."
The man's accent was British, like Kevin's. Alex frowned, not recognising the voice. "No, you have the right place. I'll go tell him." He blushed. "Umm, I'm sorry for the earful just then. I thought you were someone else."
[Are you okay, love? Is that your Mum on the phone again?] Kevin called out telepathically from the kitchen. [I've made us a pot of tea.]
[No, it's for you. I'm not sure who it is.] Alex walked into the kitchen and handed Kevin the cordless phone.
"Hello, this is Kevin Wilson. How can I help?" Kevin always managed to sound so calm, although even he was struggling to hide his reactions by the time they had left the MacDonald's. Alex was sure it would be a while, if ever, before they would be invited for dinner again, especially after what he and his mother had said to each other. Days like this left no doubt as to whom he had inherited his temper from.
The tea was already poured and sitting on the bench. Alex helped himself to a cup, unsure as to whether he should leave the room and give Kevin some privacy. Kevin's reaction answered that question.
"How long?" Kevin had gone pale, his fingers clenching and then unclenching. Alex put down his cup and pulled his lover into an embrace. "Are you sure she wants to see me? She made her wishes in that regard perfectly clear when I left."
[Kevin? Are you okay, love? Who is it?] Alex interrupted telepathically, despite his initial intention not to. Kevin shook his head, and leaned back against Alex, seeking comfort.
"I see. We'll be right over." Kevin paused. "Yes, I'm still using them, but you knew that already." His voice was quiet, yet he couldn't quite disguise the hope in it. Or the anger. Another pause. "Alex. He's my partner." Kevin held the phone out at arm's length and stared at it for a moment before hanging up.
"Kevin?" Alex rubbed Kevin's back in soothing circles. Something was wrong. While Alex could have looked at his lover's thoughts, he waited, knowing that Kevin would say something when he was ready.
Finally, Kevin turned to face Alex. "I….My…" He switched to telepathy. [That was Dad. My mother is dying.]
Author: Anne
Rating/Warnings: OK (Oz/Kiwi spelling/grammar etc) - PG - Angst, romance.
Theme: Stages of Grief: Denial
Author's notes: This fic is part of the Tears in Heaven series
Pairing: Kevin/Alex
Summary: Kevin is contacted by his father with the news that his mother is dying. He and Alex go to see them in the hope that burnt bridges can be rebuilt before it's too late.
Disclaimer: The Tomorrow People belong to Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV television. I promise to return the characters in one piece, more or less, when I'm finished, but hold no liability for any physical injury or psychological trauma sustained by them in my fiction. Alex belongs to Kevin and he's very possessive and overprotective so don't touch or even think about it.
[ ] indicates telepathy.
Thanks to: Linda and Misanagi for beta reading.
Alex glared at the phone when it rang. His mother had already made her point over dinner. He sighed. It was his and Kevin's first Christmas as a couple, and pretending they weren't together was not going to happen. Although Kevin hadn't said anything, Alex knew his mother had spoken to his lover in the kitchen, and had a fair idea just what had been said. He loved Kevin and she would have to learn to deal with it.
The phone kept ringing. Muttering under his breath, Alex picked it and spoke crossly. "I told you you're wasting your time, Mum. I love you, but this is my life, not yours."
A male voice answered. "Umm, I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number. I'm looking for Kevin Wilson."
The man's accent was British, like Kevin's. Alex frowned, not recognising the voice. "No, you have the right place. I'll go tell him." He blushed. "Umm, I'm sorry for the earful just then. I thought you were someone else."
[Are you okay, love? Is that your Mum on the phone again?] Kevin called out telepathically from the kitchen. [I've made us a pot of tea.]
[No, it's for you. I'm not sure who it is.] Alex walked into the kitchen and handed Kevin the cordless phone.
"Hello, this is Kevin Wilson. How can I help?" Kevin always managed to sound so calm, although even he was struggling to hide his reactions by the time they had left the MacDonald's. Alex was sure it would be a while, if ever, before they would be invited for dinner again, especially after what he and his mother had said to each other. Days like this left no doubt as to whom he had inherited his temper from.
The tea was already poured and sitting on the bench. Alex helped himself to a cup, unsure as to whether he should leave the room and give Kevin some privacy. Kevin's reaction answered that question.
"How long?" Kevin had gone pale, his fingers clenching and then unclenching. Alex put down his cup and pulled his lover into an embrace. "Are you sure she wants to see me? She made her wishes in that regard perfectly clear when I left."
[Kevin? Are you okay, love? Who is it?] Alex interrupted telepathically, despite his initial intention not to. Kevin shook his head, and leaned back against Alex, seeking comfort.
"I see. We'll be right over." Kevin paused. "Yes, I'm still using them, but you knew that already." His voice was quiet, yet he couldn't quite disguise the hope in it. Or the anger. Another pause. "Alex. He's my partner." Kevin held the phone out at arm's length and stared at it for a moment before hanging up.
"Kevin?" Alex rubbed Kevin's back in soothing circles. Something was wrong. While Alex could have looked at his lover's thoughts, he waited, knowing that Kevin would say something when he was ready.
Finally, Kevin turned to face Alex. "I….My…" He switched to telepathy. [That was Dad. My mother is dying.]