Save Me (42/?)
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/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41
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).
Luke slumped down on the couch with a sigh, his head in his hands. On a scale of one to ten, that had sucked about a million.
His parents had just left.
They had left him here, agreeing with his grandmother, agreeing with Reid. He could stay here with Reid and get clean or he could go to a rehab.
FUCK.
He wanted to scream that they couldn’t do this. He was old enough to fight this if he really wanted to.
His parents had told him they’d cut him off, if he didn’t get his act together - meaning that Luke would have no way of supporting himself. Sure he had trust funds - which he could touch when he was twenty-five. Unless he wanted to pull funding away from the foundation, he was well and truly stuck.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
Except he couldn’t see how he could live with Reid, and keep his hands to himself.
Because that was Reid’s final rule.
No sex.
*
Reid knocked on Katie’s door, hoping that it wasn’t too early. He’d just sort of ditched her and Brad at Metro the night before. She hadn’t called this morning, and he wondered if she was up yet. As far as Katie knew, Reid was supposed to leave town today.
The door flew open then, and Katie stared up at him with sleepy eyes. She was still wearing her nightgown, a robe tied at her waist.
“Reid?” She seemed surprised to see him. “I thought I was taking you to the airport later.” Katie paused. “And what the hell happened to your face?”
“There’s been a change in plans.” Reid said, stepping inside. The smell of cinnamon permeated the air and made his mouth water, even though he’d had two large breakfast sandwiches at home.
“Cinnamon roll?” Katie offered, pouring him a cup of coffee. He nodded, and she brought the plate over and put it on the table. He immediately grabbed one, taking a bite while she brought the coffee over and joined him at the table.
“Where’s Brad?” Reid asked.
“Asleep.” Katie waved her hand. “Get back to the whole ‘change of plans’ thing.” She ordered.
“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I took Bob upon his offer.”
“Reid, that’s fantastic.” She exclaimed, smiling. “What changed your mind?”
“Luke.”
“I knew it.”
“You can stop gloating any time you want, Katie.” Reid sighed. “He’s in trouble.”
“What?” Now she looked concerned. “What kind of trouble?”
Reid gave her an abridged version of his and Luke’s relationship, filling her in on Luke’s drinking and how he’d had no idea it was so serious.
“So, last night he got drunk, I went to help him, and he kissed me.” Reid winced. “Noah saw and let’s just say he wasn’t happy about it.” He gestured to his nose.
“Ouch.”
“You could say that.”
“That can’t be all there is to the story.” She rested her chin on her hand, her elbow on the table.
“It’s not.” Reid kept his eyes averted. “I went to Luke’s and demanded that he come stay with me.”
“What?” Katie looked shocked.
“He’s going to kill himself, Katie, and I can’t let him.” Reid took a sip of his coffee. “I care about him to much to let that happen.” He sighed. “His family is pretty much useless - they didn’t even know he’d been drinking for the last month and a half. He’s better off with me.”
“Reid, I…” She put her hand out and touched his arm. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Katie.”
“How’s Luke doing with all this?”
“How do you think?” Reid snorted. “He’s mad at me, at his family, at Noah…probably at the world.”
“That can’t be easy.”
“It’s not.” Reid replied, taking another bite of his cinnamon roll. “But it’s better than letting him drink himself to death.”
*
Bored, Luke ruffled through his bag looking for his Ipod. He jumped when his hands brushed a thick envelope and he pulled it out of his bag.
It was Noah's letter.
'Do not open until 2009'
He didn't even remember packing it.
Luke hesitated, holding it with shaking hands. Finally, he ripped it open, dropping the envelope to the floor as he unfolded the letter.
Dear Luke,
If you followed my directions and didn't read this last night, then it's the first day of 2009. We spent our first night together and I'm lying in bed with you, watching you read this. Knowing me, I'm betting I didn't say everything you needed to hear last night. You've always been better with words than me, but I want to thank you Luke, for being my love...for being my future. Happy New Year.
Love,
Noah
There was an insistent knocking at the door. Luke was just…done. He didn’t want to see anyone else. He couldn’t deal with anyone else.
“Go away!” He shouted, hoping that whoever was out there would take the hint.
“Luke, damn it, open the door.” Noah’s muffled voice hit his ears, and Luke sat up on the couch with a groan. His head was still pounding. He made it to the door as fast as he could and pulled it open.
Noah brushed past him, coming in side. Luke just stared at him, his mouth open in surprise.
“Noah, what are you doing here?”
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/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24/ 25/ 26/ 27/ 28/ 29/ 30/ 31/ 32/ 33/ 34/ 35/ 36/ 37/ 38/ 39/ 40/ 41
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).
Luke slumped down on the couch with a sigh, his head in his hands. On a scale of one to ten, that had sucked about a million.
His parents had just left.
They had left him here, agreeing with his grandmother, agreeing with Reid. He could stay here with Reid and get clean or he could go to a rehab.
FUCK.
He wanted to scream that they couldn’t do this. He was old enough to fight this if he really wanted to.
His parents had told him they’d cut him off, if he didn’t get his act together - meaning that Luke would have no way of supporting himself. Sure he had trust funds - which he could touch when he was twenty-five. Unless he wanted to pull funding away from the foundation, he was well and truly stuck.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
Except he couldn’t see how he could live with Reid, and keep his hands to himself.
Because that was Reid’s final rule.
No sex.
*
Reid knocked on Katie’s door, hoping that it wasn’t too early. He’d just sort of ditched her and Brad at Metro the night before. She hadn’t called this morning, and he wondered if she was up yet. As far as Katie knew, Reid was supposed to leave town today.
The door flew open then, and Katie stared up at him with sleepy eyes. She was still wearing her nightgown, a robe tied at her waist.
“Reid?” She seemed surprised to see him. “I thought I was taking you to the airport later.” Katie paused. “And what the hell happened to your face?”
“There’s been a change in plans.” Reid said, stepping inside. The smell of cinnamon permeated the air and made his mouth water, even though he’d had two large breakfast sandwiches at home.
“Cinnamon roll?” Katie offered, pouring him a cup of coffee. He nodded, and she brought the plate over and put it on the table. He immediately grabbed one, taking a bite while she brought the coffee over and joined him at the table.
“Where’s Brad?” Reid asked.
“Asleep.” Katie waved her hand. “Get back to the whole ‘change of plans’ thing.” She ordered.
“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I took Bob upon his offer.”
“Reid, that’s fantastic.” She exclaimed, smiling. “What changed your mind?”
“Luke.”
“I knew it.”
“You can stop gloating any time you want, Katie.” Reid sighed. “He’s in trouble.”
“What?” Now she looked concerned. “What kind of trouble?”
Reid gave her an abridged version of his and Luke’s relationship, filling her in on Luke’s drinking and how he’d had no idea it was so serious.
“So, last night he got drunk, I went to help him, and he kissed me.” Reid winced. “Noah saw and let’s just say he wasn’t happy about it.” He gestured to his nose.
“Ouch.”
“You could say that.”
“That can’t be all there is to the story.” She rested her chin on her hand, her elbow on the table.
“It’s not.” Reid kept his eyes averted. “I went to Luke’s and demanded that he come stay with me.”
“What?” Katie looked shocked.
“He’s going to kill himself, Katie, and I can’t let him.” Reid took a sip of his coffee. “I care about him to much to let that happen.” He sighed. “His family is pretty much useless - they didn’t even know he’d been drinking for the last month and a half. He’s better off with me.”
“Reid, I…” She put her hand out and touched his arm. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, Katie.”
“How’s Luke doing with all this?”
“How do you think?” Reid snorted. “He’s mad at me, at his family, at Noah…probably at the world.”
“That can’t be easy.”
“It’s not.” Reid replied, taking another bite of his cinnamon roll. “But it’s better than letting him drink himself to death.”
*
Bored, Luke ruffled through his bag looking for his Ipod. He jumped when his hands brushed a thick envelope and he pulled it out of his bag.
It was Noah's letter.
'Do not open until 2009'
He didn't even remember packing it.
Luke hesitated, holding it with shaking hands. Finally, he ripped it open, dropping the envelope to the floor as he unfolded the letter.
Dear Luke,
If you followed my directions and didn't read this last night, then it's the first day of 2009. We spent our first night together and I'm lying in bed with you, watching you read this. Knowing me, I'm betting I didn't say everything you needed to hear last night. You've always been better with words than me, but I want to thank you Luke, for being my love...for being my future. Happy New Year.
Love,
Noah
There was an insistent knocking at the door. Luke was just…done. He didn’t want to see anyone else. He couldn’t deal with anyone else.
“Go away!” He shouted, hoping that whoever was out there would take the hint.
“Luke, damn it, open the door.” Noah’s muffled voice hit his ears, and Luke sat up on the couch with a groan. His head was still pounding. He made it to the door as fast as he could and pulled it open.
Noah brushed past him, coming in side. Luke just stared at him, his mouth open in surprise.
“Noah, what are you doing here?”