Aiden Lewis

Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about.
- Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park

Co-written with drcampbell
[Follows THIS and THIS]

Aiden felt like he was having trouble breathing. He kept swallowing to try and get his throat and lungs to work, but it was an unsuccessful feat. He didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or scream or hit someone or throw up. All of it seemed like it would take too much effort, anyway. It felt like he was frozen in shock. He sat beside Pat’s bed, both hands gripped firmly around Pat’s hand to the point Pat had to calmly tell him his grip was starting to get painful. Calmly. How could Pat be so calm?! Aiden watched his husband’s face and it felt like someone had their own hands clutched around his throat trying to choke him. It seemed like Pat was looking at whoever spoke, but his blue eyes never quite met the other person’s. Nothing about his eyes looked wrong, even if Aiden expected them to be blank. They were dull, like they always were when Pat was sick, but they looked okay. They still looked beautiful, one of the first things Aiden had noticed about his husband when they met... So why wasn’t he okay? Why couldn’t he see?!

( Pat’s doctors had come and gone, with Lachlan speaking intently to them out in the hall before coming back to sit on the side of Pat’s bed... )

sexyinscrubs used with permission. All other muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe.


Word Count | 887

1.3. "You can cry, ain't no shame in it."
Will Smith

Co-written with drcampbell
[Follows THIS and THIS]

Lachlan paused a few paces away from Pat's hospital room and rubbed a bracing hand over his face. The ICU always dragged bad memories up, but he had to keep his own emotions in check. It still didn't mean the hint of discontent nausea didn't build in his gut whenever he had to be here, though. Riley was nursed securely in his arms, his little head resting sleepily againstLachlan's shoulder as he sucked on his pacifier. He had literally cried himself into exhaustion and Lachlan was more than convinced his son could sense when someone close to him wasn't well. Riley had been with Pat when he took the turn, so he had to have had even a hint something was wrong.Lachlan was reluctant to try and put him in the buggy now that he was settled, or they might not get him to sleep otherwise. He went into the room, thedejavu washing over him again from the time Pat was ill and eventually leading to the MS diagnosis. It didn't get any easier to swallow. But Pat's condition was showing some patterns now. His body had a tendency to try to shut down to fight off the attack, which is why he blacked out. The hot day probably just exacerbated the inevitable. He sat down besideAiden, looking over the other man's face. "Are you holding up okay, buddy? You dinnae look so hot yourself."

( Aiden had his fingers linked throw Pat's limp ones, his thumb rubbing over Pat's wrist... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,546

22.6.6. TEN things that make you tired

1. Babysitting
2. Overtime
3. Stupid fucking flu
4. Commuting to New York every day
5. Late night phone calls
6. Marathon sex
7. Arguing with clients
8. Waiting in the line at Starbucks during the lunch hour
9. Red eye business flights
10. Karaoke nights

14.17. “We're Americans, we don't plan, we do!”
| Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

Co-written with notskywalker & drcampbell

Luke was leaning against the doorframe of the new Princeton bar, arms folded and a smirk on his lips as Aiden got out of his immaculate trendy silver BMW convertible. The publicist's appearance matched his car in a light grey suit with a lavender silk shirt that only a gay guy could pull off, and the look was completed with dark sunglasses and a slick black leather briefcase. Aiden was just ended a call on his cell phone, snapping it closed and pushing the sunglasses up onto his head. He set the car alarm before making his way over to Luke with a confident swagger that just emanated that he had some sort of important purpose in life. No wonder he was so successful. Luke raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "A very abrupt trip to Princeton, indeed. What's going on?"

Aiden smirked as he approached Luke. "You're just going to have to trust me," he said and turned around, eyes narrowed as he scrutinised the sidewalk with a slow nod. "Where's Tab. I need her here. It's important."

( This had Luke's attention, to say the least... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,978

2.3. "If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise"
- Robert Fritz

Co-written with drcampbell
[Follows about a week after THIS]

Aiden helped himself to another Diet Coke from behind the bar and finally came around to sit on the bar stool beside Lachlan. The Scot had called Aiden and asked to talk to him about the band, but after getting the initial thoughts out, had sat down at the bar and proceeded to stare solemnly into his untouched orange juice, occasionally stabbing at the ice cubes with the end of the straw. The London was well and truly on the way for opening, so Aiden hadn't been surprised that Lachlan chose that for their meeting place. Aiden had been perfectly fine driving to Princeton for the chat, knowing Pat was in good hands hanging out with his family. The bar wasn't open yet, so Luke had been happy to hand over the keys. Aiden had just expected the kilted one to do more talking about his plans.

He tilted his head, eyes on Lachlan's face. "Remind me again why we're here and not at my place or your place?" he prompted.

( Lachlan blinked and turned to meet Aiden's gaze. He had the decency to look sheepish... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,102

No-prompt RP log with isabelowens | Backdated to after THIS

Aiden pocketed his cell phone and then ran his thumb over his wedding ring distractedly. He gave a small nod to himself as he ran the phone conversation back over his head. He would be lying if he didn't say he was relieved, but also worried. He wasn't used to life being this up and down. Less than a year ago, all he did was live to work and that was what life was about. But now, it was so much more, and with it came so much more stress and worry. It was no longer just him and Harri, it was him, Harri and this whole bunch of amazing people that you just couldn't help but become invested in. He was married. Actually married. Harri was pregnant and in a relationship. He never expected things to change so dramatically in just months, but they had, and even though he still wanted a reason to hate Marcus Fraser... who had now bared heart and soul as James Campbell... he had run out of momentum. How could he truly hate a guy who had seemingly literally given up everything for the good of other people? If James Campbell was truly a fucking selfish bastard, he wouldn't be where he was right now. The full truth really couldn't come out until the guy woke up, and Aiden realised he didn't really want the whole truth. He just wanted assurance the guy was at least going to love and protect Harri.

( He picked up his half empty cup of coffee and made his way back to the ICU... )


Word Count | 2,885

13.16. “I told you, just his nature. Poor guy's hardwired to kiss ass.”
| House, M.D.

Co-written with undercoverdoc
[Follows THIS]

Aiden sat stiffly in one of the comfortable, large seats of the private jet, eyes planted unmovingly on Alex across the small aisle from him. "I don't have to like you, do I? I kind of want to kick you up the arse just by association," he commented.

"It would make things easier if you didn't want to put a hit out on me. I wouldn't advise it, and I'm kind of getting tired having my person randomly threatened when I've done nothing but help your posse try and get back on the same page together," Alex returned, sipping from his can of Coke. "In saying that, it's just you and me here right now. You can ask me anything and you'll get an honest answer. It might not be a detailed answer, but it will be honest."

Aiden frowned. "How do I know you haven't got this... this... Death Star bugged?"

Alex shrugged. "You're just going to have to take my word on it, dude. That, and I doubt you're really going to have anything incriminating to say for any of our cases," he added in amusement. "Look, I'm just here to get you to your BFF so she doesn't have to deal with this shit alone. I waited until the christening was said and done so your husband and his family's day wouldn't ruined. I didn't think Harriet would mind waiting a little longer because I know how important that whole day was for the parents of the infant. I doubt Harriet or James would want to be the cause of that being disrupted. So, I waited. And here we are."

( Aiden really wanted to ask how this bloke 'knew' everything, but he would come off looking like a dork. The guy was Secret Service. He probably knew what colour toilet paper the President preferred... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,458

28.2. Panic

Co-written with sexyinscrubs
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and all THIS]

It was half time in game and Pat had been watching Aiden sitting beside him out the corner of his eye. It had probably been a good half an hour since Aiden's eyes seemed to even focus on the screen and now his head slipped off his hand that had only just been managing to hold it upright. Pat reached over and caught Aiden's forehead with his palm before he banged his head on the arm rest. He smiled a little as Aiden blinked groggily, clearly not realising he had been veering closer and closer to falling asleep by the minute. "Go to bed, darling," Pat told him quietly. "It's very late."

( Continued... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,538