A Year Later
Title: A year later
Author: nancygrew
Rating: G
Notes: Written for Lure_ATWT's Fun Fic Fridays. Takes place January 2011.
Disclaimer: characters belong to ATWT
Summary: Luke and Reid in the hallway at Memorial.
Luke was waiting patiently, and playing Livid Reptiles on his cell phone, in one of Memorial’s hallways. One of it’s many, eerily look-alike hallways. Reid had called him earlier to suggest that Luke meet him at the hospital so that they head out to Al’s Diner together to get a burger. Or in Reid’s case, a burger, two order of fries and an insult-a-thon with Henry Coleman. Luke had once suggested to Reid that if they had been living in a sitcom then the Reid and Henry relationship would be the ‘Will they or won’t they’ storyline of the show. The ‘Sam and Diane’ of Oakdale. If Diane had been a neurosurgeon instead of a waitress. And had a penis. Reid had retaliated by suggesting that if they had been living in a horror film then every day would be dinner at Lily’s house. Luke had responded to that comment by sending his mom flowers from Reid just to see Reid’s confusion when Lily had thanked him for them.
Reid, looking particularly scrumptious to Luke, arrived. “Luke Snyder?”
Luke raised an eyebrow. Was this some new, hep-cat way to greet one’s boyfriend? Should he reply, “Reid Oliver?”?
“We both know why I’m here. Let’s not pretend that this is a normal consult,” growled Reid.
Luke frowned and laid his hand upon Reid’s forehead, testing for fever. Fever could cause hallucinations and oddly surreal comments, right?
Reid rolled his eyes and took a step backwards.
“You felt that you could blackmail me. I’m curious, how much did it cost you to get dirt on me?” asked Reid.
That’s when the light bulb went off for Luke. Reid, dressed in the exact same clothing as he had been wearing on the day of their first meeting, was being . . . playful.
Luke tried to wipe the grin from his face but he loved the fact that the self-proclaimed anti-romantic bastard boyfriend of his remembered the fact that they had met exactly one year ago. And this? Way better than boring old flowers or candy. Reid was just so much more fun than most people suspected. Luke felt like a member of a tiny, extremely exclusive club that got to see that part of Reid. And Luke was the president of that club. He decided that he really should get T-shirts made. “Dr. Reid Oliver: He’s not always a cranky jerk. He can be extremely fun. No, really, I’m serious.”
“Well, you see Dr. Oliver . . . ” began Luke as he bounced a little on his feet.
“What I see is the big fat silver spoon in your mouth that I hope you choke on.”
“Why don’t you give me something else to choke on?” purred Luke while he trailed the fingers of both hands down Reid’s chest.
Reid huffed a laugh. “You’re not even going to make me work a little for it?”
Luke pulled Reid into his arms. “Do you have any idea how romantic I find it that you consider the day we met as an occasion worthy of remembrance? Remembrance and role-playing?”
Reid shook his head sadly. “Romantic. Pffft. I was aiming for a scenario where our mutual antagonism led to one of us shoving the other one into an empty exam room for angry hate-sex.”
Luke grinned happily. “I’m very, very angry. And I hate you. Let’s go to your office and do it.”
Reid shrugged. “That works for me too.”
Author: nancygrew
Rating: G
Notes: Written for Lure_ATWT's Fun Fic Fridays. Takes place January 2011.
Disclaimer: characters belong to ATWT
Summary: Luke and Reid in the hallway at Memorial.
Luke was waiting patiently, and playing Livid Reptiles on his cell phone, in one of Memorial’s hallways. One of it’s many, eerily look-alike hallways. Reid had called him earlier to suggest that Luke meet him at the hospital so that they head out to Al’s Diner together to get a burger. Or in Reid’s case, a burger, two order of fries and an insult-a-thon with Henry Coleman. Luke had once suggested to Reid that if they had been living in a sitcom then the Reid and Henry relationship would be the ‘Will they or won’t they’ storyline of the show. The ‘Sam and Diane’ of Oakdale. If Diane had been a neurosurgeon instead of a waitress. And had a penis. Reid had retaliated by suggesting that if they had been living in a horror film then every day would be dinner at Lily’s house. Luke had responded to that comment by sending his mom flowers from Reid just to see Reid’s confusion when Lily had thanked him for them.
Reid, looking particularly scrumptious to Luke, arrived. “Luke Snyder?”
Luke raised an eyebrow. Was this some new, hep-cat way to greet one’s boyfriend? Should he reply, “Reid Oliver?”?
“We both know why I’m here. Let’s not pretend that this is a normal consult,” growled Reid.
Luke frowned and laid his hand upon Reid’s forehead, testing for fever. Fever could cause hallucinations and oddly surreal comments, right?
Reid rolled his eyes and took a step backwards.
“You felt that you could blackmail me. I’m curious, how much did it cost you to get dirt on me?” asked Reid.
That’s when the light bulb went off for Luke. Reid, dressed in the exact same clothing as he had been wearing on the day of their first meeting, was being . . . playful.
Luke tried to wipe the grin from his face but he loved the fact that the self-proclaimed anti-romantic bastard boyfriend of his remembered the fact that they had met exactly one year ago. And this? Way better than boring old flowers or candy. Reid was just so much more fun than most people suspected. Luke felt like a member of a tiny, extremely exclusive club that got to see that part of Reid. And Luke was the president of that club. He decided that he really should get T-shirts made. “Dr. Reid Oliver: He’s not always a cranky jerk. He can be extremely fun. No, really, I’m serious.”
“Well, you see Dr. Oliver . . . ” began Luke as he bounced a little on his feet.
“What I see is the big fat silver spoon in your mouth that I hope you choke on.”
“Why don’t you give me something else to choke on?” purred Luke while he trailed the fingers of both hands down Reid’s chest.
Reid huffed a laugh. “You’re not even going to make me work a little for it?”
Luke pulled Reid into his arms. “Do you have any idea how romantic I find it that you consider the day we met as an occasion worthy of remembrance? Remembrance and role-playing?”
Reid shook his head sadly. “Romantic. Pffft. I was aiming for a scenario where our mutual antagonism led to one of us shoving the other one into an empty exam room for angry hate-sex.”
Luke grinned happily. “I’m very, very angry. And I hate you. Let’s go to your office and do it.”
Reid shrugged. “That works for me too.”