Bulletproof (36/52)
Title: Bulletproof
Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke.
Previous parts: prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35
***
Noah slipped into Java, adjusting the strap of his backpack so that it didn’t cut into his shoulder. He glanced around the coffee shop and spotted the unmistakable figure of Ameera sitting in the corner, sipping her tea slowly. He made his way over to her, dropping his bag next to a chair and slipping into it. He smiled at her warmly.
“Where’s Luke?” Noah inquired, glancing at her as though she may be hiding the blonde in her burqa.
She glanced at him with a frown, growing affection for him and need to tell the truth propelling her words. “I saw him leaving with his doctor . . . Dr. Oliver?”
“Huh,” Noah muttered, brow furrowing in confusion.
“He was here when I arrived, but he was talking to Dr. Oliver and they were looking . . .” Ameera hesitated, eyes ducking down to her paper.
Noah raised an eyebrow, biting his lip to keep his thoughts bottled up until he had evidence for them. “They were looking what?”
“Intimate,” she admitted quietly. “They were holding hands. And then they left together. I don’t know where they went. . . .”
Noah’s jaw clenched. There was a part of him that refused to believe it, but somewhere, deep down, as he scanned his memory banks for support of the truth of Ameera’s statement, he kept on running into things that started to make his blood boil.
***
Reid was sometimes rather curious to know what it was like to have a heart attack. He wasn’t a cardiologist, but the machinegun fire of his heart could not be qualified as anything else. Luke’s eyes were blazing, his bottom lip disappearing under the soft bite mark of his teeth, but he didn’t look meek, unsure-for the first time since Reid had met him, Luke Snyder looked undeniably confident.
“Are you going to say it’s not true?” Luke murmured, looking as though he were almost daring Reid to do so.
“You think an awful lot of yourself, Mr. Snyder,” Reid forced out in reply, his voice low.
“Luke,” the latter whispered, taking a tentative step forward.
“Luke,” Reid repeated, running the sound of the name over his tongue and looking straight into Luke’s eyes. He blinked, feeling his cliff crumbling below his feet and the necessity to trying to scramble to somewhere where he had even footing. “No . . . I can’t to this . . .” he muttered to himself, taking a step back.
“Do what?” Luke murmured, following until Reid was backed against the wall and trying to figure out what-other than Katie’s words and his own damn conscience-was convincing him to resist.
“This . . . this ‘heart on my sleeve’ stuff,” he mumbled, feeling his words come out in a stream of consciousness turned reality. “It’s not me. I feel like some kind of dorky high school kid. All I can think about is whether or not you like me or if you want me as much as-”
Luke’s eyes widened as he approached, moving with difficulty and caution through the thickness of the electrified air. “As much as what?” he whispered, his heart beating out the answer in Morse code to Reid.
“I don’t know,” Reid deflected.
“As much as what?” Luke repeated, stopping when they were mere inches apart.
“As I want you,” Reid admitted softly, unable to take much more.
Luke raised his eyebrow cockily, feeling his stomach curl with pleasure at the confession. “You want me?” he murmured, his voice low.
Reid took a deep breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth, his exhalation brushing Luke lightly on the nose. “In the worst possible way.”
Luke smiled and, as though he had been given inherent permission by the seemingly simple statement, his hand rose hesitantly to Reid’s cheek, fingertips handling with impossible gentleness, as though Reid were in a place where he would shatter if not handled with proper care. It was that science nerd side of Reid that he never showed to himself, let alone to other people.
“I’m right here,” Luke murmured, eyes fixed on Reid’s lips as he let himself gently run his thumb over the slight stubble that grazed Reid’s chin. He just barely missed the moment when Reid closed his eyes in pleasure at the contact. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you, though?” Reid replied.
“No,” Luke murmured, imploring Reid to be the one to make the first move. To make the last, barrier breaching move. “So, what are you waiting for?”
As though Luke’s question had worked like some sort of mental bulldozer on the barriers of Reid’s consciousness, the latter started suddenly before grabbing both sides of Luke’s face and slamming their lips together. Luke gasped at the sudden passionate violence of the doctor’s movements and Reid took that opportunity to slip his tongue deftly into Luke’s mouth.
Luke groaned hotly, pulling Reid in closer and sucking instinctively at his tongue, using his own to lick a broad stroke across the vein on the underside of Reid’s. Reid’s deep-throated moan seemed to send shivers straight down Luke’s spine, concentrating all blood flow in one focal point. Their hands moved in unison, Luke’s flying to cup Reid’s face and thread softly through the bends of Reid’s curls, Reid’s darting down to Noah’s shirt, struggling blindly with the buttons, the tightness of the shirt around Luke’s shoulders forcing him to break the kiss momentarily so that he could focus solely on the task.
Luke let out a soft noise of protest as their lips parted, but it was all he could do to focus on breathing as the tightness of the shirt eased out with each methodically removed button and, when he was sure the last one was undone, he pulled Reid’s face up until their eyes met, both darkened with passion and lust and something else that both recognized, but neither were quite prepared to admit to.
Reid’s eyes flew to Luke’s already swollen lips, their breaths again mixing in the air between them until one’s exhale was indiscernible from the others. He let out the softest nngh of want before their lips collided again, tongues dancing an intricate dance of mind-numbing passion. Reid swept the shirt off of Luke’s shoulders, trapping Luke’s arms temporarily at his side before the shirt was off and flung quickly aside and there was nothing impeding Reid’s exploration of skin. Luke let out a soft whimper as one of Reid’s hands breezed lightly across the bumps of his spine, dancing down and resting as support on the lower curve of Luke’s back, two fingers just barely breaching the band of Luke’s jeans.
Reid started to move them backward as Luke’s hands flew desperately to the waist of Reid’s dark jeans, pulling his dress shirt up deftly and running his hands underneath, too lost in the moment to think of removing the shirt. Instead, his fingers passed smoothly over the quivering muscles of Reid’s abdomen and then partially into the front of Reid’s pants, pulling them close momentarily before the stumble of inertia propelled them apart before they could lose balance and topple to the ground. The moment was enough for Luke to feel himself hardening as ripples of pleasure soared through his body as Reid thrust his hard-on expertly into Luke.
Their feet tangled around each other as Reid steered them blindly toward the couch, their hands exploring every inch of themselves that they possibly could. Luke hit the couch first, the desperateness of their movement causing the couch to screech backwards before stopping and allowing them to trip backwards over the armrest. Luke gasped as he started to fall backwards and Reid scrambled to keep them upright. Momentum propelled them down and Luke’s back hit the cushions with an oof and Reid landed flat on top of him, their legs bend and tangled over the armrest.
The momentum of the couch slammed it into the end table on the other side and it was the sound of shattering glass that resonated above all in Reid’s mind. He grunted as he glanced over the top of Luke’s head at the picture frames that had fallen off of the table. His heart pounded and, as he stared at them, he felt his blood run cold.
“Leave them,” Luke hummed underneath him, fingers threading through Reid’s hair to pull his face down into a deep kiss, pressing them together until their noses mashed hard against each other. “We’ll clean them later.”
But Reid knew what those pictures held-he’d looked at them earlier that night and he knew they couldn’t be fixed after. After would cause further breakage. He shook his head as though to clear it, pulling away and rolling swiftly off of Luke into a standing position. Luke grunted in protest, eyes opening in confusion as he sat up and followed Reid with his eyes. The latter walked over to the table and bent down, picking up a photograph and watching shards of glass fall from the frame. His jaw stiffened visibly as he looked at it.
“Reid,” Luke implored, still trying to catch his breath and figure out why Reid had suddenly gone from hot back to cold. “Leave them.”
Reid shook his head, his free hand clenching. “What the hell am I doing?” he muttered to himself.
“You know what you’re doing,” Luke murmured, his brow furrowing as he felt the latter slipping away from him. “So do I . . . Reid, what-”
“Yeah, it’s called making a mistake,” Reid forced out, turning around to glance back at Luke, his eyes icy.
Luke shook his head, wishing he were at least on the brink of understanding. “How do you know it’s a mistake until you’ve actually made it?” he tried to joke, to lighten the mood, but the darkness of Reid’s expression ate up the light of Luke’s voice.
Reid shook his head, letting out a soft, voiceless laugh of disbelief. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, starting to make his way around the coffee table.
Luke stepped around the coffee table to block his path, his eyes wide and kiss-bruised lips parted in despair and confusion. “Reid, stop. Something has been brewing between us for a long time and I know you want it to happen as much as I do-”
“I don’t want this,” Reid replied softly, sounding like he’d just had an epiphany.
Luke’s brow furrowed in hurt and confusion. “I don’t understand. You said you wanted this. You . . . Reid, I-”
Reid wondered if he would soon grow dizzy from the turns of his head. He couldn’t believe Luke didn’t realize it, couldn’t believe that he didn’t understand. “I want you,” he murmured, looking incredibly serious, so much so that Luke’s eyes couldn’t bring themselves to brighten with joy at the admission. “I don’t want this.” With the final word he approached Luke and shoved the photograph at Luke’s chest, shards of glass leaving the frame from between his fingers. “This I want no part of.”
Luke caught it before if fell to the ground, clutching it to his bare chest as though it were unimportant as he whirled around and watched Reid marching as quickly as he could toward the door, the air of the room paralyzing his lungs if he lingered even a moment too long.
“Reid,” Luke murmured, voice begging him for something he could feel was fruitless. “Don’t go.”
Reid paused in the doorway, hesitated a slight millisecond, before shaking his head to clear it and disappearing to the chilled air outside. Luke swallowed, his heart pounding, his hard-on fading as the adrenaline eased itself out of his blood. His mind, however, lost none of its energy, even as the minutes of Reid’s absence crawled by. It was only a short while after that he remembered the object clenched in his hands. A quick look at it made his stomach churn uncomfortably, as though threatening to spill its contents.
It was a picture taken a couple of weeks ago. Holden and Lily had decided to throw a pseudo post-marriage party at the farm for Noah and Ameera in an attempt to show the Homeland Security officers how close to their family Noah was (and Ameera by extension, therefore), so that it would not seem suspicious that Luke and Noah would be spending time together or the newlyweds living at the farm. The photograph had been taken then and it was one of the three of them, Luke and Noah flanking Ameera. Ameera looked nervous, but pleased to be so welcomed by a family of strangers; Noah was smiling, his eyes twinkling brightly, the perfect actor; it was Luke’s own smile that discerned him. His lips were curled up, dimples flashing cheerfully at the camera, but he couldn’t bring his eyes to quite mimic the expression. The image of the photograph hit Luke resolutely over the head. Noah. He and Noah were still that: Luke and Noah. So how could it be Luke and Reid if the and was already attached to someone else?
As though sensing Luke’s thoughts suddenly diverging to think of him, the lock of the front door clicked to life and Noah eased the door open, starting in surprise and initial relief to find Luke standing in the living room. His relief seemed to fade as he took in the whole picture, his shirt on the floor, Luke standing shirtless next to the coffee table, eyes hooked onto a photograph, the couch and end table next to him both shoved slightly out of their respective places.
Noah remembered what Ameera had said to him and his blood boiled at the implications the scene laid down before him. “Oh, my God, she was right,” he muttered, slamming the door shut and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His gaze was accusatory and slightly hurt when Luke didn’t look up to acknowledge his presence. “There’s something going on between you and Dr. Oliver, isn’t there? Is that why you were so eager to get him in on this?” he blamed, overlooking the fact that it was he himself that had roped Reid into his mess. He started pacing back and forth running his hands through his hair, looking over at Luke every once in a while and finding him still in his own world. “I mean, God, how could you do this to me, Luke? What the hell were you-” he paused as Luke let out a soft chuckle.
Noah turned back toward Luke to find him shaking his head at the object in his hands, disbelief etched in every movement of his vocal chords. When he looked up, his eyes were blazing with a fiery resolution that Noah had never seen before; one that momentarily stopped his heart for all its strength.
“You know what, Noah?” Luke murmured, almost to himself, his brown eyes never leaving Noah’s murky blue ones. “I’m done with this. We’re done.”
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Author: blasthisass
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: AU- when Luke is shot by Colonel Mayer, his condition quickly deteriorates. In order to save his life, Bob calls in a young, hotshot doctor from Texas, brilliant and already making a name for himself.
Disclaimers: All characters and such property of ATWT, CBS and anyone else who can legally take credit for them. If they were mine, I would take infinitely better care of them.
Title from the song by La Roux. There is dialogue from both the time in which the story takes place as well as the LuRe storyline.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Comments much appreciated . . . I love them like Reid loves Luke.
Previous parts: prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35
***
Noah slipped into Java, adjusting the strap of his backpack so that it didn’t cut into his shoulder. He glanced around the coffee shop and spotted the unmistakable figure of Ameera sitting in the corner, sipping her tea slowly. He made his way over to her, dropping his bag next to a chair and slipping into it. He smiled at her warmly.
“Where’s Luke?” Noah inquired, glancing at her as though she may be hiding the blonde in her burqa.
She glanced at him with a frown, growing affection for him and need to tell the truth propelling her words. “I saw him leaving with his doctor . . . Dr. Oliver?”
“Huh,” Noah muttered, brow furrowing in confusion.
“He was here when I arrived, but he was talking to Dr. Oliver and they were looking . . .” Ameera hesitated, eyes ducking down to her paper.
Noah raised an eyebrow, biting his lip to keep his thoughts bottled up until he had evidence for them. “They were looking what?”
“Intimate,” she admitted quietly. “They were holding hands. And then they left together. I don’t know where they went. . . .”
Noah’s jaw clenched. There was a part of him that refused to believe it, but somewhere, deep down, as he scanned his memory banks for support of the truth of Ameera’s statement, he kept on running into things that started to make his blood boil.
***
Reid was sometimes rather curious to know what it was like to have a heart attack. He wasn’t a cardiologist, but the machinegun fire of his heart could not be qualified as anything else. Luke’s eyes were blazing, his bottom lip disappearing under the soft bite mark of his teeth, but he didn’t look meek, unsure-for the first time since Reid had met him, Luke Snyder looked undeniably confident.
“Are you going to say it’s not true?” Luke murmured, looking as though he were almost daring Reid to do so.
“You think an awful lot of yourself, Mr. Snyder,” Reid forced out in reply, his voice low.
“Luke,” the latter whispered, taking a tentative step forward.
“Luke,” Reid repeated, running the sound of the name over his tongue and looking straight into Luke’s eyes. He blinked, feeling his cliff crumbling below his feet and the necessity to trying to scramble to somewhere where he had even footing. “No . . . I can’t to this . . .” he muttered to himself, taking a step back.
“Do what?” Luke murmured, following until Reid was backed against the wall and trying to figure out what-other than Katie’s words and his own damn conscience-was convincing him to resist.
“This . . . this ‘heart on my sleeve’ stuff,” he mumbled, feeling his words come out in a stream of consciousness turned reality. “It’s not me. I feel like some kind of dorky high school kid. All I can think about is whether or not you like me or if you want me as much as-”
Luke’s eyes widened as he approached, moving with difficulty and caution through the thickness of the electrified air. “As much as what?” he whispered, his heart beating out the answer in Morse code to Reid.
“I don’t know,” Reid deflected.
“As much as what?” Luke repeated, stopping when they were mere inches apart.
“As I want you,” Reid admitted softly, unable to take much more.
Luke raised his eyebrow cockily, feeling his stomach curl with pleasure at the confession. “You want me?” he murmured, his voice low.
Reid took a deep breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth, his exhalation brushing Luke lightly on the nose. “In the worst possible way.”
Luke smiled and, as though he had been given inherent permission by the seemingly simple statement, his hand rose hesitantly to Reid’s cheek, fingertips handling with impossible gentleness, as though Reid were in a place where he would shatter if not handled with proper care. It was that science nerd side of Reid that he never showed to himself, let alone to other people.
“I’m right here,” Luke murmured, eyes fixed on Reid’s lips as he let himself gently run his thumb over the slight stubble that grazed Reid’s chin. He just barely missed the moment when Reid closed his eyes in pleasure at the contact. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Aren’t you, though?” Reid replied.
“No,” Luke murmured, imploring Reid to be the one to make the first move. To make the last, barrier breaching move. “So, what are you waiting for?”
As though Luke’s question had worked like some sort of mental bulldozer on the barriers of Reid’s consciousness, the latter started suddenly before grabbing both sides of Luke’s face and slamming their lips together. Luke gasped at the sudden passionate violence of the doctor’s movements and Reid took that opportunity to slip his tongue deftly into Luke’s mouth.
Luke groaned hotly, pulling Reid in closer and sucking instinctively at his tongue, using his own to lick a broad stroke across the vein on the underside of Reid’s. Reid’s deep-throated moan seemed to send shivers straight down Luke’s spine, concentrating all blood flow in one focal point. Their hands moved in unison, Luke’s flying to cup Reid’s face and thread softly through the bends of Reid’s curls, Reid’s darting down to Noah’s shirt, struggling blindly with the buttons, the tightness of the shirt around Luke’s shoulders forcing him to break the kiss momentarily so that he could focus solely on the task.
Luke let out a soft noise of protest as their lips parted, but it was all he could do to focus on breathing as the tightness of the shirt eased out with each methodically removed button and, when he was sure the last one was undone, he pulled Reid’s face up until their eyes met, both darkened with passion and lust and something else that both recognized, but neither were quite prepared to admit to.
Reid’s eyes flew to Luke’s already swollen lips, their breaths again mixing in the air between them until one’s exhale was indiscernible from the others. He let out the softest nngh of want before their lips collided again, tongues dancing an intricate dance of mind-numbing passion. Reid swept the shirt off of Luke’s shoulders, trapping Luke’s arms temporarily at his side before the shirt was off and flung quickly aside and there was nothing impeding Reid’s exploration of skin. Luke let out a soft whimper as one of Reid’s hands breezed lightly across the bumps of his spine, dancing down and resting as support on the lower curve of Luke’s back, two fingers just barely breaching the band of Luke’s jeans.
Reid started to move them backward as Luke’s hands flew desperately to the waist of Reid’s dark jeans, pulling his dress shirt up deftly and running his hands underneath, too lost in the moment to think of removing the shirt. Instead, his fingers passed smoothly over the quivering muscles of Reid’s abdomen and then partially into the front of Reid’s pants, pulling them close momentarily before the stumble of inertia propelled them apart before they could lose balance and topple to the ground. The moment was enough for Luke to feel himself hardening as ripples of pleasure soared through his body as Reid thrust his hard-on expertly into Luke.
Their feet tangled around each other as Reid steered them blindly toward the couch, their hands exploring every inch of themselves that they possibly could. Luke hit the couch first, the desperateness of their movement causing the couch to screech backwards before stopping and allowing them to trip backwards over the armrest. Luke gasped as he started to fall backwards and Reid scrambled to keep them upright. Momentum propelled them down and Luke’s back hit the cushions with an oof and Reid landed flat on top of him, their legs bend and tangled over the armrest.
The momentum of the couch slammed it into the end table on the other side and it was the sound of shattering glass that resonated above all in Reid’s mind. He grunted as he glanced over the top of Luke’s head at the picture frames that had fallen off of the table. His heart pounded and, as he stared at them, he felt his blood run cold.
“Leave them,” Luke hummed underneath him, fingers threading through Reid’s hair to pull his face down into a deep kiss, pressing them together until their noses mashed hard against each other. “We’ll clean them later.”
But Reid knew what those pictures held-he’d looked at them earlier that night and he knew they couldn’t be fixed after. After would cause further breakage. He shook his head as though to clear it, pulling away and rolling swiftly off of Luke into a standing position. Luke grunted in protest, eyes opening in confusion as he sat up and followed Reid with his eyes. The latter walked over to the table and bent down, picking up a photograph and watching shards of glass fall from the frame. His jaw stiffened visibly as he looked at it.
“Reid,” Luke implored, still trying to catch his breath and figure out why Reid had suddenly gone from hot back to cold. “Leave them.”
Reid shook his head, his free hand clenching. “What the hell am I doing?” he muttered to himself.
“You know what you’re doing,” Luke murmured, his brow furrowing as he felt the latter slipping away from him. “So do I . . . Reid, what-”
“Yeah, it’s called making a mistake,” Reid forced out, turning around to glance back at Luke, his eyes icy.
Luke shook his head, wishing he were at least on the brink of understanding. “How do you know it’s a mistake until you’ve actually made it?” he tried to joke, to lighten the mood, but the darkness of Reid’s expression ate up the light of Luke’s voice.
Reid shook his head, letting out a soft, voiceless laugh of disbelief. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, starting to make his way around the coffee table.
Luke stepped around the coffee table to block his path, his eyes wide and kiss-bruised lips parted in despair and confusion. “Reid, stop. Something has been brewing between us for a long time and I know you want it to happen as much as I do-”
“I don’t want this,” Reid replied softly, sounding like he’d just had an epiphany.
Luke’s brow furrowed in hurt and confusion. “I don’t understand. You said you wanted this. You . . . Reid, I-”
Reid wondered if he would soon grow dizzy from the turns of his head. He couldn’t believe Luke didn’t realize it, couldn’t believe that he didn’t understand. “I want you,” he murmured, looking incredibly serious, so much so that Luke’s eyes couldn’t bring themselves to brighten with joy at the admission. “I don’t want this.” With the final word he approached Luke and shoved the photograph at Luke’s chest, shards of glass leaving the frame from between his fingers. “This I want no part of.”
Luke caught it before if fell to the ground, clutching it to his bare chest as though it were unimportant as he whirled around and watched Reid marching as quickly as he could toward the door, the air of the room paralyzing his lungs if he lingered even a moment too long.
“Reid,” Luke murmured, voice begging him for something he could feel was fruitless. “Don’t go.”
Reid paused in the doorway, hesitated a slight millisecond, before shaking his head to clear it and disappearing to the chilled air outside. Luke swallowed, his heart pounding, his hard-on fading as the adrenaline eased itself out of his blood. His mind, however, lost none of its energy, even as the minutes of Reid’s absence crawled by. It was only a short while after that he remembered the object clenched in his hands. A quick look at it made his stomach churn uncomfortably, as though threatening to spill its contents.
It was a picture taken a couple of weeks ago. Holden and Lily had decided to throw a pseudo post-marriage party at the farm for Noah and Ameera in an attempt to show the Homeland Security officers how close to their family Noah was (and Ameera by extension, therefore), so that it would not seem suspicious that Luke and Noah would be spending time together or the newlyweds living at the farm. The photograph had been taken then and it was one of the three of them, Luke and Noah flanking Ameera. Ameera looked nervous, but pleased to be so welcomed by a family of strangers; Noah was smiling, his eyes twinkling brightly, the perfect actor; it was Luke’s own smile that discerned him. His lips were curled up, dimples flashing cheerfully at the camera, but he couldn’t bring his eyes to quite mimic the expression. The image of the photograph hit Luke resolutely over the head. Noah. He and Noah were still that: Luke and Noah. So how could it be Luke and Reid if the and was already attached to someone else?
As though sensing Luke’s thoughts suddenly diverging to think of him, the lock of the front door clicked to life and Noah eased the door open, starting in surprise and initial relief to find Luke standing in the living room. His relief seemed to fade as he took in the whole picture, his shirt on the floor, Luke standing shirtless next to the coffee table, eyes hooked onto a photograph, the couch and end table next to him both shoved slightly out of their respective places.
Noah remembered what Ameera had said to him and his blood boiled at the implications the scene laid down before him. “Oh, my God, she was right,” he muttered, slamming the door shut and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His gaze was accusatory and slightly hurt when Luke didn’t look up to acknowledge his presence. “There’s something going on between you and Dr. Oliver, isn’t there? Is that why you were so eager to get him in on this?” he blamed, overlooking the fact that it was he himself that had roped Reid into his mess. He started pacing back and forth running his hands through his hair, looking over at Luke every once in a while and finding him still in his own world. “I mean, God, how could you do this to me, Luke? What the hell were you-” he paused as Luke let out a soft chuckle.
Noah turned back toward Luke to find him shaking his head at the object in his hands, disbelief etched in every movement of his vocal chords. When he looked up, his eyes were blazing with a fiery resolution that Noah had never seen before; one that momentarily stopped his heart for all its strength.
“You know what, Noah?” Luke murmured, almost to himself, his brown eyes never leaving Noah’s murky blue ones. “I’m done with this. We’re done.”
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