Amnesia and Realizations. And Maple-Glazed Turkey. Chapter 4.
Title: Amnesia and Realizations. And Maple-Glazed Turkey.
Author: nancygrew
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWT
Notes: Takes place late November 2015. You don't have to read my other fic in order to understand this one. Originally written for Noah_Who but decided to bring it over here with the rest of my fic so that I could play with tags.
Summary: Noah wakes up in Oakdale Memorial Hospital
CHAPTER FOUR: WEDNESDAY MORNING AT THE SNOLIVER ESTATE
Noah awoke. He noticed that the clock on his bedside reflected that it was 6:30 a.m. He got up to go to the bathroom. He glanced out of the bedroom window and noticed that Luke and his husband were in the courtyard doing what appeared to be yoga. Or ninja calisthenics. He was annoyed to see that both men were incredibly bend-y. Circus freak bend-y. Or really hot porn bend-y. Noah went into the guest bathroom to shower. And to ruthlessly ignore his body’s reactions to the images he had inadvertently conjured in his head.
Noah dressed and headed downstairs.
Ms. Crichton greeted Noah politely when he arrived downstairs. She served Noah oatmeal made with almond milk and brown sugar, a soft-boiled egg, cantaloupe slices topped with whipped cream with a touch of honey and orange juice. Luke and Dr. Buttface arrived downstairs. Luke was dressed in a three-piece suit and Reid was dressed in black jeans and a maroon-colored button down shirt.
"Good morning!" Luke greeted Noah and Ms. Crichton. Dr. Buttface greeted them by nodding at Ms. Crichton and sneering at Noah. Luke and his husband sat down and Ms. Crichton served their breakfast.
"Noah, I’m sorry but I have to go into work today," Luke explained. "You can hang out here or I can drop you off at the farm or my mom’s or anywhere else you want to go."
"Do you work at the Foundation?" asked Noah who was hoping that Luke had finally found a direction for his life. Getting expelled from school was really unfortunate for someone with Luke’s lack of ambition. If only Luke had made better decisions while he was at college!
"Actually, Aunt Iva is running the foundation right now," said Luke. "I got tied up with other things and I needed someone I could trust to take over the foundation."
"What other things?" asked Noah while trying to ignore how much food Dr. Buttface could shovel into his mouth at one time.
"Well, I’m running Grimaldi Shipping, I’m on the boards of both Kingsley Malta and Oakdale Memorial, and I created and co-own a few local businesses," said Luke.
Noah didn’t know whether to be appalled that Luke was working for the Grimaldi family or to be appalled by Luke behaving like some sort of flighty dilettante with a short attention span when it came to his career. Heck, he could be appalled at Luke for more than one thing at a time. But Noah really didn’t want to spend the day alone and worrying about whether his memory loss might be permanent regardless of what Dr. Haines had said.
"Can I come to Grimaldi Shipping with you today?" asked Noah.
"What, the bump on your head suddenly turned you into someone with an interest in international shipping?" Dr Buttface said after swallowing the biggest mouthful of food anyone had ever attempted before in the history of mankind. "Maybe we should contact Oliver Sacks so that he could write one of his neurological-disorder-as-a-charmingly-wacky-anecdote articles."
"Did I hate you when I remembered you?" asked Noah.
"We were bestest friends," replied Dr. Buttface. "We like to hang out together and play Pictionary and giggle over boy bands."
"You punched him in the face once," Luke helpfully informed Noah.
"If he didn’t steal you from me, then why did I punch him in the face?" asked Noah suspiciously.
"Because you’re a dick," explained Dr. Buttface. Noah wished that Dr. Buttface had waited to explain until after he had swallowed the mouthful of chewed food he had in his mouth.
Luke ignored both Noah’s question and Dr. Buttface’s rudeness. "You’re welcome to come with me to Grimaldi Shipping but it’s probably going to seem really boring to you. You might want to bring the electronic reader so that you have something to read when you’re surrounded by people debating the Carriage of Goods by Sea Act. Which on the streets we call COGSA."
"I’d like to see where you work," said Noah with a smile while pointedly ignoring Dr. Buttface. "I bet you’re really cute when you’re acting like a businessman."
Dr. Buttface rolled his eyes so hard that the vibrations were felt in China. "Hey, Luke. How would you feel about Ethan and Natalie coming over tonight to bake gingerbread men for the Autumnal Harvest Feast and spending the night?"
"Everybody knows that gingerbread men are for Winter Solstice and not for the Autumnal Harvest Feast," replied Luke. "If you start serving baked goods all willy nilly with disregard for the seasons, anarchy will be the inevitable result. Besides, we’re going to have to use both ovens for the turkeys tomorrow. And since they’re each the size of a small pony, they’ll have to cook for a long time. It will be easier if I have both ovens free tonight to use for baking the pies for dessert."
"Hypothetically speaking, if Ethan had called me yesterday at work and asked me if it was alright and I told him that it was, how big of a problem would that be?" asked Dr. Buttface curiously.
Luke smirked at his husband. "It’s fine. I’ll try to get home a little early to start on the baking. What time will they be showing up tonight?"
"At six. Also, by the time Ethan thought to call me to seek permission, he and Natalie had already invited Sage, Eliza, Hallie and Jacob over. They’re all bringing sleeping bags. I’m not sure what the problem is with today’s youth that they want to spend their evenings baking instead of trying to download porn off of the internet."
"Well there’s probably a lot of peer pressure about baking. We should be grateful that it’s just gingerbread men and not something hardcore like Baked Alaska or Sacher tortes," answered Luke with a solemn expression.
"Everybody knows that gingerbread men are a gateway dessert," answered Dr. Buttface. "I’m heading out so that I can heal the sick and intimidate the hale and hearty. I’ll try to get home as early as I can to help with the baking and child-beating duties."
Dr. Buttface got up from the table and walked towards Luke. He leaned down and kissed Luke hard on the mouth. Then he gave him a little slap on the cheek. Luke grinned.
"Ms. Crichton, have fun on your holiday," said Dr. Buttface. "Remember to wear a safety helmet."
Ms. Crichton approached Dr. Buttface and handed him a wicker basket. "I packed enough lunch for both you and Dr. Hughes. I packed a couple of Cobb salads, a couple of multigrain rolls, some fruit and some cranapple juice. Should I wear the safety helmet only when I’m paraskiing or should I wear it for the whole holiday including when I’m sitting in front of a fire at the lodge?"
"You can never be too careful," replied Dr. Buttface. "Thanks for lunch."
After Dr. Buttface left, Noah decided to offer Luke his sympathy. "It must make you mad that he invited Natalie and Ethan over to spend the night without even double-checking it with you. It was really selfish of him. There should be communication in a relationship."
Luke shrugged. "Am I supposed to be mad at him over the fact that he loves my younger brother and sisters and that he makes an effort to make sure that they always feel welcome here? I think that it’s sweet that Ethan called Reid instead of me because he, and the girls, know that Reid is a soft, if sarcastic, touch for them."
"It’s not good to let the kids think that they can play you and your husband against each other," said Noah.
Luke shrugged as though he didn’t particularly care about Noah’s child-rearing philosophies.
"Are you ready to head out?" asked Luke. "I like to be in the office by eight."
"Yeah, I’ll just go grab my stuff," replied Noah.
When Noah and Luke left, Ms. Crichton handed them a wicker basket containing lunch. Luke and Noah wished her a pleasant holiday before they left.
Author: nancygrew
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWT
Notes: Takes place late November 2015. You don't have to read my other fic in order to understand this one. Originally written for Noah_Who but decided to bring it over here with the rest of my fic so that I could play with tags.
Summary: Noah wakes up in Oakdale Memorial Hospital
CHAPTER FOUR: WEDNESDAY MORNING AT THE SNOLIVER ESTATE
Noah awoke. He noticed that the clock on his bedside reflected that it was 6:30 a.m. He got up to go to the bathroom. He glanced out of the bedroom window and noticed that Luke and his husband were in the courtyard doing what appeared to be yoga. Or ninja calisthenics. He was annoyed to see that both men were incredibly bend-y. Circus freak bend-y. Or really hot porn bend-y. Noah went into the guest bathroom to shower. And to ruthlessly ignore his body’s reactions to the images he had inadvertently conjured in his head.
Noah dressed and headed downstairs.
Ms. Crichton greeted Noah politely when he arrived downstairs. She served Noah oatmeal made with almond milk and brown sugar, a soft-boiled egg, cantaloupe slices topped with whipped cream with a touch of honey and orange juice. Luke and Dr. Buttface arrived downstairs. Luke was dressed in a three-piece suit and Reid was dressed in black jeans and a maroon-colored button down shirt.
"Good morning!" Luke greeted Noah and Ms. Crichton. Dr. Buttface greeted them by nodding at Ms. Crichton and sneering at Noah. Luke and his husband sat down and Ms. Crichton served their breakfast.
"Noah, I’m sorry but I have to go into work today," Luke explained. "You can hang out here or I can drop you off at the farm or my mom’s or anywhere else you want to go."
"Do you work at the Foundation?" asked Noah who was hoping that Luke had finally found a direction for his life. Getting expelled from school was really unfortunate for someone with Luke’s lack of ambition. If only Luke had made better decisions while he was at college!
"Actually, Aunt Iva is running the foundation right now," said Luke. "I got tied up with other things and I needed someone I could trust to take over the foundation."
"What other things?" asked Noah while trying to ignore how much food Dr. Buttface could shovel into his mouth at one time.
"Well, I’m running Grimaldi Shipping, I’m on the boards of both Kingsley Malta and Oakdale Memorial, and I created and co-own a few local businesses," said Luke.
Noah didn’t know whether to be appalled that Luke was working for the Grimaldi family or to be appalled by Luke behaving like some sort of flighty dilettante with a short attention span when it came to his career. Heck, he could be appalled at Luke for more than one thing at a time. But Noah really didn’t want to spend the day alone and worrying about whether his memory loss might be permanent regardless of what Dr. Haines had said.
"Can I come to Grimaldi Shipping with you today?" asked Noah.
"What, the bump on your head suddenly turned you into someone with an interest in international shipping?" Dr Buttface said after swallowing the biggest mouthful of food anyone had ever attempted before in the history of mankind. "Maybe we should contact Oliver Sacks so that he could write one of his neurological-disorder-as-a-charmingly-wacky-anecdote articles."
"Did I hate you when I remembered you?" asked Noah.
"We were bestest friends," replied Dr. Buttface. "We like to hang out together and play Pictionary and giggle over boy bands."
"You punched him in the face once," Luke helpfully informed Noah.
"If he didn’t steal you from me, then why did I punch him in the face?" asked Noah suspiciously.
"Because you’re a dick," explained Dr. Buttface. Noah wished that Dr. Buttface had waited to explain until after he had swallowed the mouthful of chewed food he had in his mouth.
Luke ignored both Noah’s question and Dr. Buttface’s rudeness. "You’re welcome to come with me to Grimaldi Shipping but it’s probably going to seem really boring to you. You might want to bring the electronic reader so that you have something to read when you’re surrounded by people debating the Carriage of Goods by Sea Act. Which on the streets we call COGSA."
"I’d like to see where you work," said Noah with a smile while pointedly ignoring Dr. Buttface. "I bet you’re really cute when you’re acting like a businessman."
Dr. Buttface rolled his eyes so hard that the vibrations were felt in China. "Hey, Luke. How would you feel about Ethan and Natalie coming over tonight to bake gingerbread men for the Autumnal Harvest Feast and spending the night?"
"Everybody knows that gingerbread men are for Winter Solstice and not for the Autumnal Harvest Feast," replied Luke. "If you start serving baked goods all willy nilly with disregard for the seasons, anarchy will be the inevitable result. Besides, we’re going to have to use both ovens for the turkeys tomorrow. And since they’re each the size of a small pony, they’ll have to cook for a long time. It will be easier if I have both ovens free tonight to use for baking the pies for dessert."
"Hypothetically speaking, if Ethan had called me yesterday at work and asked me if it was alright and I told him that it was, how big of a problem would that be?" asked Dr. Buttface curiously.
Luke smirked at his husband. "It’s fine. I’ll try to get home a little early to start on the baking. What time will they be showing up tonight?"
"At six. Also, by the time Ethan thought to call me to seek permission, he and Natalie had already invited Sage, Eliza, Hallie and Jacob over. They’re all bringing sleeping bags. I’m not sure what the problem is with today’s youth that they want to spend their evenings baking instead of trying to download porn off of the internet."
"Well there’s probably a lot of peer pressure about baking. We should be grateful that it’s just gingerbread men and not something hardcore like Baked Alaska or Sacher tortes," answered Luke with a solemn expression.
"Everybody knows that gingerbread men are a gateway dessert," answered Dr. Buttface. "I’m heading out so that I can heal the sick and intimidate the hale and hearty. I’ll try to get home as early as I can to help with the baking and child-beating duties."
Dr. Buttface got up from the table and walked towards Luke. He leaned down and kissed Luke hard on the mouth. Then he gave him a little slap on the cheek. Luke grinned.
"Ms. Crichton, have fun on your holiday," said Dr. Buttface. "Remember to wear a safety helmet."
Ms. Crichton approached Dr. Buttface and handed him a wicker basket. "I packed enough lunch for both you and Dr. Hughes. I packed a couple of Cobb salads, a couple of multigrain rolls, some fruit and some cranapple juice. Should I wear the safety helmet only when I’m paraskiing or should I wear it for the whole holiday including when I’m sitting in front of a fire at the lodge?"
"You can never be too careful," replied Dr. Buttface. "Thanks for lunch."
After Dr. Buttface left, Noah decided to offer Luke his sympathy. "It must make you mad that he invited Natalie and Ethan over to spend the night without even double-checking it with you. It was really selfish of him. There should be communication in a relationship."
Luke shrugged. "Am I supposed to be mad at him over the fact that he loves my younger brother and sisters and that he makes an effort to make sure that they always feel welcome here? I think that it’s sweet that Ethan called Reid instead of me because he, and the girls, know that Reid is a soft, if sarcastic, touch for them."
"It’s not good to let the kids think that they can play you and your husband against each other," said Noah.
Luke shrugged as though he didn’t particularly care about Noah’s child-rearing philosophies.
"Are you ready to head out?" asked Luke. "I like to be in the office by eight."
"Yeah, I’ll just go grab my stuff," replied Noah.
When Noah and Luke left, Ms. Crichton handed them a wicker basket containing lunch. Luke and Noah wished her a pleasant holiday before they left.