Save Me (20/?)
Title: Save Me
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grip of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 1l7/ 18/ 19
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
Basically, I'm hijacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? If you visit Dusty's Wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
When Reid got home from the hospital a few hours later, he walked into find the cottage dark.
He set his things down on the couch, holding on his doctor bag, his mind briefly flipping back to the other night, when Luke had dropped by and left him with an early Christmas present.
He pushed the thought away, intent on checking on Luke and making sure he was okay.
Reid had never meant to get this involved with the kid; had never meant to let this kid get under his skin.
He never meant to care.
He was Dr. Reid Oliver after all and Reid Oliver didn’t care about anything, except brains and surgery, and sandwiches and good fuck every now and then.
All of sudden, his life had become consumed…with Luke.
Reid wasn’t sure what to do about it. Instinct was screaming inside him to push Luke away, to drop the kid like a bad habit, to run screaming for the hills because Reid Oliver didn’t do relationships. He didn’t do feelings.
Luke Snyder made him feel all kinds of things.
Reid went into the bedroom, and paused in the doorway. Luke was sprawled out on his bed, sleeping. The kid looked damn near to angelic, with exception to the fact that he was sleeping in nothing but a pair of black boxers.
He took a second to let his eyes feast on Luke’s sleeping form. Reid had been denied a full view of the younger man for far too long. His slightly shaggy blond hair was wet, and Reid wondered if he’d taken a shower.
That thought made him hard instantly. Luke, naked, wet…
He shook his head, his eyes trailing down Luke’s slender form, slight muscle tone evident in his chest and upper arms (an athlete, maybe?), before they reached his abdomen and there it was.
The scar.
The one that he’d seen for the first time today.
When Luke had taken off his shirt during the exam this morning, Reid had had to resist the urge to touch him in front of everyone. Seeing that scar was like a cold shower, so startling that he nearly choked on his tongue.
Luke Snyder had a kidney transplant, some time in the last few years, and yet he was drinking all time.
Reid thought back to the conversation he’d over heard between Luke and Brian at the hospital earlier and wondered if, for all his faults, Brian had been right. Maybe Luke did have a death wish.
And Reid, well…Reid couldn’t handle that thought. He healed people. He fixed them, made them better. He fought for them to live, and the idea that someone - especially as young as Luke - would want to die…
With a sigh, Reid stepped closer to the bed. He hated to wake Luke. This was the most peaceful he’d ever seen the younger man.
He put his bag on the end of bed, and sank down on the edge next to Luke. His transplant scar stared him in the face, mocking him now that he was close enough to get a good look. Reid leaned forward, eying carefully.
Luke had a good surgeon, maybe not one of his quality, but decent. Luke stirred, and Reid leaned back in shock, realizing that he’d been touching the scar lightly with his finger, tracing it’s shape.
Luke blinked his up at him, a smile slowly forming.
“Hey.” He said, his voice low and quiet, the word drawn out and infused with happiness.
“How are you feeling?” Reid asked.
“Better.” Luke started to sit up, and Reid put a hand on his chest to stop him. Their eyes locked, and they both dropped their gazes to where Reid hand lay on Luke’s chest - electricity crackled, dancing along where their skin touched.
“Don’t move.” Reid finally managed to find his voice. He reached over and opened his doctor bag, pulling out a battery operated blood pressure machine.
Luke looked like he was going to protest, but Reid just glared at him when he opened his mouth. Silently, Reid slid the cuff up his arm, fastening it, before turning on the machine. They sat there quietly as the machine ran, the cuff tightening around Luke’s arm, crackling velcro echoing loudly in the room.
The machine wound down, and Reid watched the read out like hawk.
“Well?” Luke asked as it beeped, indicating it was done.
“Your blood pressure is back up.” Reid said, and Luke looked relieved.
“Good.” He replied as Reid unfastened the blood pressure cuff.
“Make sure you drink plenty of water.” Reid advised, putting the machine back in his bag. “And I’m sure it goes without saying, but stop getting drunk every night.”
“It’s not every night.” Luke refuted. Reid stared hard at him. He rand his over his face before sitting up, leaning back against the headboard.
“Do you have a death wish?” Reid asked. It was Luke’s turn to stare.
“No.” He answered.
“Well, you could have fooled me.” Reid replied, angry.
“I don’t want to die.” Luke told him. “Honest.”
“Then why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
“You don’t understand drunks at all.” Luke wouldn’t meet his gaze. “We drink to feel as normal as you do without one.”
“So, you’re an…” Reid couldn’t make himself say the word
“An alcoholic? Yeah.” Luke pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his elbows on his knee caps. “Until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t had a drink in over two years.”
“And now you’re drinking every night, and having anonymous sex in stairwells and alleys.” Reid sighed.
“And barns - though that was decidedly less anonymous.” Luke threw in, and Reid found himself chuckling.
“What happened?”
“Life.” Luke answered, keeping it simple. “What else?” Reid made a face.
“That’s a cop out.”
“Maybe.” Luke allowed. “But it’s the truth.” Reid let that go, falling silent. “Okay, it’s your turn.” Luke said after a moment.
“My turn for what?”
“What’s a hot shot brain surgeon like you really doing in Oakdale, Illinois?”
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: Angst, AU
Warnings: Underage drinking
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Yes, I filled my own prompt. Shut up. ;) You can find it Here
Characters: Luke/Reid, Luke/Noah, Other Misc characters
Disclaimer: As the World Turns and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: You can't save me now, I'm in the grip of a hurricane...
Previous Chapters: Prologue/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 1l7/ 18/ 19
Author's Note: This story starts the night that Noah finds Luke in Olde Towne and takes him home. It picks up right after Noah leaves. In my head, that makes Luke 19 and Reid 30,(using the DVD of Reid around 12 yrs old as being taped in 1990). This might end up being the dirtiest thing I've ever written. *hides* Huge thank you's to my official beta for this fic, stl29tide, and alissablue for all her EPIC research. :)
Basically, I'm hijacking the Paul/Josie/Dusty plot for my purposes. Don't know who Josie is? If you visit Dusty's Wikipedia page here, you can read up on it. I'm changing mostly just the dates for the plot, so it runs alongside Luke's plot line. I will probably AU it a lot. Also, in my fic, Dusty/Josie have known each other for a few weeks, and it was Paul's idea to call in Reid (He told Dusty that it was prove Josie was faking, but in reality he wants Reid to keep his scheme going).
When Reid got home from the hospital a few hours later, he walked into find the cottage dark.
He set his things down on the couch, holding on his doctor bag, his mind briefly flipping back to the other night, when Luke had dropped by and left him with an early Christmas present.
He pushed the thought away, intent on checking on Luke and making sure he was okay.
Reid had never meant to get this involved with the kid; had never meant to let this kid get under his skin.
He never meant to care.
He was Dr. Reid Oliver after all and Reid Oliver didn’t care about anything, except brains and surgery, and sandwiches and good fuck every now and then.
All of sudden, his life had become consumed…with Luke.
Reid wasn’t sure what to do about it. Instinct was screaming inside him to push Luke away, to drop the kid like a bad habit, to run screaming for the hills because Reid Oliver didn’t do relationships. He didn’t do feelings.
Luke Snyder made him feel all kinds of things.
Reid went into the bedroom, and paused in the doorway. Luke was sprawled out on his bed, sleeping. The kid looked damn near to angelic, with exception to the fact that he was sleeping in nothing but a pair of black boxers.
He took a second to let his eyes feast on Luke’s sleeping form. Reid had been denied a full view of the younger man for far too long. His slightly shaggy blond hair was wet, and Reid wondered if he’d taken a shower.
That thought made him hard instantly. Luke, naked, wet…
He shook his head, his eyes trailing down Luke’s slender form, slight muscle tone evident in his chest and upper arms (an athlete, maybe?), before they reached his abdomen and there it was.
The scar.
The one that he’d seen for the first time today.
When Luke had taken off his shirt during the exam this morning, Reid had had to resist the urge to touch him in front of everyone. Seeing that scar was like a cold shower, so startling that he nearly choked on his tongue.
Luke Snyder had a kidney transplant, some time in the last few years, and yet he was drinking all time.
Reid thought back to the conversation he’d over heard between Luke and Brian at the hospital earlier and wondered if, for all his faults, Brian had been right. Maybe Luke did have a death wish.
And Reid, well…Reid couldn’t handle that thought. He healed people. He fixed them, made them better. He fought for them to live, and the idea that someone - especially as young as Luke - would want to die…
With a sigh, Reid stepped closer to the bed. He hated to wake Luke. This was the most peaceful he’d ever seen the younger man.
He put his bag on the end of bed, and sank down on the edge next to Luke. His transplant scar stared him in the face, mocking him now that he was close enough to get a good look. Reid leaned forward, eying carefully.
Luke had a good surgeon, maybe not one of his quality, but decent. Luke stirred, and Reid leaned back in shock, realizing that he’d been touching the scar lightly with his finger, tracing it’s shape.
Luke blinked his up at him, a smile slowly forming.
“Hey.” He said, his voice low and quiet, the word drawn out and infused with happiness.
“How are you feeling?” Reid asked.
“Better.” Luke started to sit up, and Reid put a hand on his chest to stop him. Their eyes locked, and they both dropped their gazes to where Reid hand lay on Luke’s chest - electricity crackled, dancing along where their skin touched.
“Don’t move.” Reid finally managed to find his voice. He reached over and opened his doctor bag, pulling out a battery operated blood pressure machine.
Luke looked like he was going to protest, but Reid just glared at him when he opened his mouth. Silently, Reid slid the cuff up his arm, fastening it, before turning on the machine. They sat there quietly as the machine ran, the cuff tightening around Luke’s arm, crackling velcro echoing loudly in the room.
The machine wound down, and Reid watched the read out like hawk.
“Well?” Luke asked as it beeped, indicating it was done.
“Your blood pressure is back up.” Reid said, and Luke looked relieved.
“Good.” He replied as Reid unfastened the blood pressure cuff.
“Make sure you drink plenty of water.” Reid advised, putting the machine back in his bag. “And I’m sure it goes without saying, but stop getting drunk every night.”
“It’s not every night.” Luke refuted. Reid stared hard at him. He rand his over his face before sitting up, leaning back against the headboard.
“Do you have a death wish?” Reid asked. It was Luke’s turn to stare.
“No.” He answered.
“Well, you could have fooled me.” Reid replied, angry.
“I don’t want to die.” Luke told him. “Honest.”
“Then why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
“You don’t understand drunks at all.” Luke wouldn’t meet his gaze. “We drink to feel as normal as you do without one.”
“So, you’re an…” Reid couldn’t make himself say the word
“An alcoholic? Yeah.” Luke pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his elbows on his knee caps. “Until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t had a drink in over two years.”
“And now you’re drinking every night, and having anonymous sex in stairwells and alleys.” Reid sighed.
“And barns - though that was decidedly less anonymous.” Luke threw in, and Reid found himself chuckling.
“What happened?”
“Life.” Luke answered, keeping it simple. “What else?” Reid made a face.
“That’s a cop out.”
“Maybe.” Luke allowed. “But it’s the truth.” Reid let that go, falling silent. “Okay, it’s your turn.” Luke said after a moment.
“My turn for what?”
“What’s a hot shot brain surgeon like you really doing in Oakdale, Illinois?”