FINAL CHAPTER!
Title: Blog Worthy
Pairing: Ben/Riley
Chapter: 3/3
Author: outkast_choir89
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Riley has to deal with a drunk treasure hunter.
Disclaimer: I don't own NT
When Riley wakes up he has to groan at the time. He knows its past his usual dinner time and that he should be up by now, but jet lag is a bitch after treasure hunting. ‘Maybe I should write a book about that.’ He perishes that thought. Books apparently aren’t his thing. He wills his body to sit upright and grabs his glasses from the nightstand beside his bed. The first thing he notices is that his laptop isn’t where he wants it to be, which is right beside him on his bed. Riley glares in the direction of his living room, puts his hand out in that same direction, and attempts to use the force to get his laptop to him. “Accio?” He tries uncertainly. “Oh come on!” He shouts when the laptop fails to fly straight into his outstretched hand. “What the hell am I doing? I just tried to accio a laptop. I really am a Fangirl. Great now I’m talking to myself. I really need one of those lives that Ben’s been going on about.” He decides that checking his MySpace should come before he gets a life and proceeds to get out of bed to go do that. ‘Note to self: always put the laptop next to the bed before falling asleep’, he thinks before making his way into his well-lit living room. “Shit, I really need to remember to turn things off before I go to bed as well. And I should remember to not talk to myself.”
Riley flops down onto his couch and reaches over to his laptop to turn it on. The laptop immediately comes on, but as always it takes forever and a day just to load. When his bladder screams at him, he decides that he should probably just go ahead and go to the bathroom while he’s waiting on his computer to load.
Riley always thinks the same thing while in the bathroom. ‘What if toilet paper had feelings?’ He knows that he can’t be the only person to ponder the notion. He finishes up in the bathroom, reminds himself to shower after he checks his MySpace, and goes back to his laptop which is done being a douche. When Riley gets to his MySpace page he is shocked by all the new comments he has. He goes through them all, tallying up all the advice his 14 friends gave him. “So that’s 14 for tell him and none for suicide or running away,” he mutters dejectedly. “So basically everyone thinks I should just tell Ben Gates that I love him. Shit, my whole techie group is against me. Fuck this, I’m going to go take a shower. Fucking MySpace.” He says as he heads into the bathroom.
About 15 minutes later, Riley is sliding his boxers onto his still wet frame while rushing out of his bathroom to answer his door. “Just a minute!” He yells to the person attempting to break the door down. He gets to the door and opens it while still trying to dry himself off. He stops immediately when he actually sees the person in front of him. “Ben! What…what are you doing here?” Ben pushes past him and stumbles to the couch. “Ben, are you drunk?” Riley closes the door, but makes no move to join his obviously wasted friend.
“Ri…I saw something today. Something I’ve never seen before. I finally put all the pieces of the Riley Poole puzzle together.”
‘Shit,’Riley thinks. ‘He knows.’Riley stands there motionless, not sure what to say or do.
“So who is it? Who has stolen that perfect heart of yours? Sadusky? Connor?” Ben spits out the last name with as much venom as he can muster up in his drunken state.
Riley laughs in relief. “First of all, Sadusky is just gross and second of all, Connor is a stiff. And finally, no one has stolen my, how did you put it? Oh yes, my perfect heart.” Riley sits down on his couch next to his friend and hopes Ben will buy his response.
“That’s not what your MySpace said. Oh and since when do you smoke?” Ben huffs and crosses his arm in what is supposed to be annoyance.
Riley smiles at his friend’s portrayal of a four-year old. Then what Ben said finally hits him. “Ben, how did you know what was on my MySpace?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re in love with someone and you’re hurting, but you can’t talk to me about it. I’m supposed to be your best friend Riley. You’re supposed to be able to tell me stuff. Why couldn’t you tell me any of that? I could have helped. Well, I wouldn’t have helped, but Abigail could have. You can’t just suffer in silence. So now that I’m here and probably won’t remember any of this in the morning why don’t you tell me about him? Please?”
To say that Riley is shocked would be an understatement. “Did Benjamin Franklin Gates just use the ‘P’ word? Oh god, it’s happening. I can feel the apocalypse coming on.”
Ben glares at him, “Riley stop evading the real issue here. It’s okay that you’re gay. I don’t care about that.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you about him if you promise to tell me why you’re almost passed out on my couch. Deal?”
“Deal.” Ben says with no amount of hesitation in his voice.
Riley throws his towel somewhere near the bathroom door before answering Ben. “Well I met him right around the same time I met you. Our friendship just grew from there. He’s the smartest and bravest man I know. He, like the rest of the world, takes me and what I do for granted. He hasn’t read my book. He doesn’t enjoy me quirky personality. I think he only keeps me around so I can hack into shit for him. Despite all of that I still love him and probably will continue to love him until I die from one of your treasure hunts.”
“Why haven’t you told him?”
“You know that’s what everyone has been telling me to do. When we got into that whole Templar Treasure debacle I decided I was going to tell him after we got out alive. But, somewhere in between all of that, he found someone who made him happy, someone that wasn’t me. I vowed to let him enjoy his spoils and he got the girl.” Riley finishes and looks to Ben for any reaction at all. He figures he dropped enough hints for the older man to figure out. Ben just sits there with his eyes glued to his best friend’s face. “Okay,” Riley says after a minute. “So why is the great Ben Gates drunk and on my couch? Why aren’t you at home with Abigail?”
Ben’s eyes shift away from Riley’s and he focuses on the carpet. “Abigail is on a date with Connor.”
“What? I thought you two got back together at the Cibola party.”
“Nope, we haven’t been together since we broke up the first time. I don’t want her and she deserves to be happy. After all the time she’s wasted helping me she deserves to have a life not revolved around me and my unrequited love issues.” Ben sighs, looks back up at Riley, and says, “Do you have any alcohol? Just plain old beer would do.”
“Ben you know I only drink things that will give me a sugar high. I don’t drink.”
“Oh yeah, you won’t consume booze, but cigarettes are perfectly fine.”
“Yes, they are and I could use one at the moment, but that’s not the issue here. What did you mean when you said that she helped you with your unrequited love issues?”
“She tried to help me win Mr. Riley Poole over, but obviously her attempts were in vain. Poor Abigail wasted precious time that could have been spent with the aforementioned stiff.”
R
iley sits there like a fish out of water. His mouth opening and closing numerous times before he finally settles on, “So that’s how you got to my blog.”
“Yeah, she told me not to, but you know me. I’m too curious for my own self.”
“I think you mean your own good, but yes that’s true.”
Ben sobers up after he realizes what he’s been saying, “Look Riley, I’m sorry I said all of that and I really hope this guy figures out what an ass he’s been and sees just how amazing you are.” Ben gets up from the couch and heads to the door.
Riley stands up as well. “Ben! God, you really are oblivious aren’t you?”
Ben turns around, “Funny, that’s what Abigail and my parents have all been saying. Have you been talking to them?”
Riley laughs, “No, I would never talk to them about this. Ben think about it for a minute. The guy I’m madly in love with met me at my windowless cubicle. He had a girlfriend after we found the Templar Treasure. He hasn’t read my book and he apparently has a hard time showing his emotions. Sound familiar?”
Ben stands there for several seconds before his face lights up as if to say, ‘Eureka!’ “It’s me?”
Riley can only nod as he waits for Ben to do something. He doesn’t have to wait long before Ben pushes him back down on the couch, straddles him and proceeds to kiss him senseless. The need of air makes them pull apart. “Ben,” Riley gets out between breaths.
“Yeah Ri?”
“You should really get Live Journal. It’s so much better than MySpace.”
“How about I just delete my account on MySpace and we never try to further my technological knowledge again?”
Riley smiles up at him, “I like my idea better.”
Pairing: Ben/Riley
Chapter: 3/3
Author: outkast_choir89
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Riley has to deal with a drunk treasure hunter.
Disclaimer: I don't own NT
When Riley wakes up he has to groan at the time. He knows its past his usual dinner time and that he should be up by now, but jet lag is a bitch after treasure hunting. ‘Maybe I should write a book about that.’ He perishes that thought. Books apparently aren’t his thing. He wills his body to sit upright and grabs his glasses from the nightstand beside his bed. The first thing he notices is that his laptop isn’t where he wants it to be, which is right beside him on his bed. Riley glares in the direction of his living room, puts his hand out in that same direction, and attempts to use the force to get his laptop to him. “Accio?” He tries uncertainly. “Oh come on!” He shouts when the laptop fails to fly straight into his outstretched hand. “What the hell am I doing? I just tried to accio a laptop. I really am a Fangirl. Great now I’m talking to myself. I really need one of those lives that Ben’s been going on about.” He decides that checking his MySpace should come before he gets a life and proceeds to get out of bed to go do that. ‘Note to self: always put the laptop next to the bed before falling asleep’, he thinks before making his way into his well-lit living room. “Shit, I really need to remember to turn things off before I go to bed as well. And I should remember to not talk to myself.”
Riley flops down onto his couch and reaches over to his laptop to turn it on. The laptop immediately comes on, but as always it takes forever and a day just to load. When his bladder screams at him, he decides that he should probably just go ahead and go to the bathroom while he’s waiting on his computer to load.
Riley always thinks the same thing while in the bathroom. ‘What if toilet paper had feelings?’ He knows that he can’t be the only person to ponder the notion. He finishes up in the bathroom, reminds himself to shower after he checks his MySpace, and goes back to his laptop which is done being a douche. When Riley gets to his MySpace page he is shocked by all the new comments he has. He goes through them all, tallying up all the advice his 14 friends gave him. “So that’s 14 for tell him and none for suicide or running away,” he mutters dejectedly. “So basically everyone thinks I should just tell Ben Gates that I love him. Shit, my whole techie group is against me. Fuck this, I’m going to go take a shower. Fucking MySpace.” He says as he heads into the bathroom.
About 15 minutes later, Riley is sliding his boxers onto his still wet frame while rushing out of his bathroom to answer his door. “Just a minute!” He yells to the person attempting to break the door down. He gets to the door and opens it while still trying to dry himself off. He stops immediately when he actually sees the person in front of him. “Ben! What…what are you doing here?” Ben pushes past him and stumbles to the couch. “Ben, are you drunk?” Riley closes the door, but makes no move to join his obviously wasted friend.
“Ri…I saw something today. Something I’ve never seen before. I finally put all the pieces of the Riley Poole puzzle together.”
‘Shit,’Riley thinks. ‘He knows.’Riley stands there motionless, not sure what to say or do.
“So who is it? Who has stolen that perfect heart of yours? Sadusky? Connor?” Ben spits out the last name with as much venom as he can muster up in his drunken state.
Riley laughs in relief. “First of all, Sadusky is just gross and second of all, Connor is a stiff. And finally, no one has stolen my, how did you put it? Oh yes, my perfect heart.” Riley sits down on his couch next to his friend and hopes Ben will buy his response.
“That’s not what your MySpace said. Oh and since when do you smoke?” Ben huffs and crosses his arm in what is supposed to be annoyance.
Riley smiles at his friend’s portrayal of a four-year old. Then what Ben said finally hits him. “Ben, how did you know what was on my MySpace?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re in love with someone and you’re hurting, but you can’t talk to me about it. I’m supposed to be your best friend Riley. You’re supposed to be able to tell me stuff. Why couldn’t you tell me any of that? I could have helped. Well, I wouldn’t have helped, but Abigail could have. You can’t just suffer in silence. So now that I’m here and probably won’t remember any of this in the morning why don’t you tell me about him? Please?”
To say that Riley is shocked would be an understatement. “Did Benjamin Franklin Gates just use the ‘P’ word? Oh god, it’s happening. I can feel the apocalypse coming on.”
Ben glares at him, “Riley stop evading the real issue here. It’s okay that you’re gay. I don’t care about that.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you about him if you promise to tell me why you’re almost passed out on my couch. Deal?”
“Deal.” Ben says with no amount of hesitation in his voice.
Riley throws his towel somewhere near the bathroom door before answering Ben. “Well I met him right around the same time I met you. Our friendship just grew from there. He’s the smartest and bravest man I know. He, like the rest of the world, takes me and what I do for granted. He hasn’t read my book. He doesn’t enjoy me quirky personality. I think he only keeps me around so I can hack into shit for him. Despite all of that I still love him and probably will continue to love him until I die from one of your treasure hunts.”
“Why haven’t you told him?”
“You know that’s what everyone has been telling me to do. When we got into that whole Templar Treasure debacle I decided I was going to tell him after we got out alive. But, somewhere in between all of that, he found someone who made him happy, someone that wasn’t me. I vowed to let him enjoy his spoils and he got the girl.” Riley finishes and looks to Ben for any reaction at all. He figures he dropped enough hints for the older man to figure out. Ben just sits there with his eyes glued to his best friend’s face. “Okay,” Riley says after a minute. “So why is the great Ben Gates drunk and on my couch? Why aren’t you at home with Abigail?”
Ben’s eyes shift away from Riley’s and he focuses on the carpet. “Abigail is on a date with Connor.”
“What? I thought you two got back together at the Cibola party.”
“Nope, we haven’t been together since we broke up the first time. I don’t want her and she deserves to be happy. After all the time she’s wasted helping me she deserves to have a life not revolved around me and my unrequited love issues.” Ben sighs, looks back up at Riley, and says, “Do you have any alcohol? Just plain old beer would do.”
“Ben you know I only drink things that will give me a sugar high. I don’t drink.”
“Oh yeah, you won’t consume booze, but cigarettes are perfectly fine.”
“Yes, they are and I could use one at the moment, but that’s not the issue here. What did you mean when you said that she helped you with your unrequited love issues?”
“She tried to help me win Mr. Riley Poole over, but obviously her attempts were in vain. Poor Abigail wasted precious time that could have been spent with the aforementioned stiff.”
R
iley sits there like a fish out of water. His mouth opening and closing numerous times before he finally settles on, “So that’s how you got to my blog.”
“Yeah, she told me not to, but you know me. I’m too curious for my own self.”
“I think you mean your own good, but yes that’s true.”
Ben sobers up after he realizes what he’s been saying, “Look Riley, I’m sorry I said all of that and I really hope this guy figures out what an ass he’s been and sees just how amazing you are.” Ben gets up from the couch and heads to the door.
Riley stands up as well. “Ben! God, you really are oblivious aren’t you?”
Ben turns around, “Funny, that’s what Abigail and my parents have all been saying. Have you been talking to them?”
Riley laughs, “No, I would never talk to them about this. Ben think about it for a minute. The guy I’m madly in love with met me at my windowless cubicle. He had a girlfriend after we found the Templar Treasure. He hasn’t read my book and he apparently has a hard time showing his emotions. Sound familiar?”
Ben stands there for several seconds before his face lights up as if to say, ‘Eureka!’ “It’s me?”
Riley can only nod as he waits for Ben to do something. He doesn’t have to wait long before Ben pushes him back down on the couch, straddles him and proceeds to kiss him senseless. The need of air makes them pull apart. “Ben,” Riley gets out between breaths.
“Yeah Ri?”
“You should really get Live Journal. It’s so much better than MySpace.”
“How about I just delete my account on MySpace and we never try to further my technological knowledge again?”
Riley smiles up at him, “I like my idea better.”