Aiden Lewis

When you've got a spare second in the whole being pregnant thing, I need to know if you've seen Cameron.

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9.16. "It's against my religion to give out personal advice, but you should either sober up or get real drunk."
| The Ice Harvest

Co-written with notskywalker

Aiden looked at the line of shot glasses Luke was setting up across the coffee table and raised an eyebrow. “And you want to get me drunk why?” he asked suspiciously. “Is this some post-engagement groom ritual I don’t know about or are you just insane?”

Luke quickly but carefully poured the bottle of tequila to fill the six glasses, only spilling a little on the glass table top. “No, this is a ‘Spent your thirtieth birthday and New Year sober and have to make up for it’ ritual,” he corrected and eyed Aiden closely. “Speaking of…”

“Fuck,” Aiden laughed, shaking his head. “You’re as subtle as a knee in the nads.”

“Why didn’t you drink? It was your fucking thirtieth!” Luke cried and pushed one of the shots in Aiden’s direction along with the dish of lemon slices and the salt shaker.

( Aiden scratched his head, still smirking... )


Word Count | 723

Track 18. There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness // You shouldn't leave me alone
(The Whitlams – ‘No Aphrodisiac’)

Co-written with straight2point

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Lachlan and Tara had left for Princeton very early that morning and Aiden found himself alone at home with Pat for the first time since he had been discharged from hospital. Pat's bad day yesterday seemed to blend right into today with him not even wanting to get up for a shower yet and it was well after lunch time. Pat was diluting the situation with smiles and assurances to his boyfriend that he just wanted to be well-rested for Christmas. They both knew Aiden didn't buy it, but Pat staying in bed for the days leading up to Christmas wasn't going to be a bad idea. Whatever it took to make sure he had a wonderful day on Thursday.

Aiden was unsuccessfully trying to stifle a yawn when his doorbell rang. He had somewhat followed Pat's suit that day and stayed in his pyjama pants and just put on a fresh t-shirt after his morning shower. He hadn't even worked out that morning. The plan was to have some lunch and then crawl back into bed with his boyfriend to laze the rest of the day away. Tara had made a large pot of chicken soup for them the day before, so on top of having a clinically pristine and sparkling apartment (it hadn't been this clean the whole time Aiden had owned it and he was somewhat of a neat freak), he was going to be well-fed, too. He was brushing his hair down when he opened the door and broke into a smile when he saw who is visitor was. "Harri," he said and threw his arms around her.

Harri hugged Aiden back tightly. She didn't want to let go, wasn't even sure if she should let go. Her morning at Marc's had been... interesting. "Hello, love. Miss me?"

( Aiden certainly made no move to release the hug. In fact, he was tightly clinging to her now, face buried in her shoulder... )

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Word Count | 2,608

Track 04. If I had the sun and moon // I would give you both night and day // Of satisfyn’
(Bad Company – ‘Feel Like Making Love’)

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It was really early in the morning when Aiden sought some refuge in his office at home. It was still dark outside and the apartment was still and quiet save for his soft footfalls across the polished board of the floor. Lachlan was still at the hospital following Andrew abruptly coming down with appendicitis and in the bedrooms back up the hall, Pat and Tara were yet to wake up. It had been another bad night. Pat was in a lot of pain which was common when the MS was at its worst. It was a pain he struggled to describe, too, so Aiden could never understand no matter how much he wanted to. Pat said it was like an all-over toothache where his joints and muscles just had this hot ache in them that he couldn’t shake. He spent a lot of time in bed, even during the days, because it just took too much energy for him to be up and about.

At night, Pat was restless or uncomfortable, often awake in the middle of the night crying because it was too much and he was tired but couldn’t sleep. These were the times Aiden just held him and tried to keep him warm; tried to reassure him that he was still there and wasn’t going away. The moments when Pat was feeling okay and wanted to be up and about, Aiden made every effort he could for them to be together and enjoy themselves. They watched movies, went for some short walks, smiled and laughed together. But these moments were few and far between right now. Aiden would catch Pat watching him sometimes and he would just know his boyfriend was desperate to offer even more waves of apologies, but the words didn’t come anymore. It would just end up upsetting them both.

( Aiden had spent many hours talking to Pat’s family and friends about the MS and about how Pat deals with it, and even more hours researching it online... )

Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs], Tara Brennan-Campbell [doctortara], Lachlan Campbell [drcampbell] & Andrew Connor [paramedically] referenced with permission


Word Count | 860

10.3. Sacrifice

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

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Aiden took Pat’s hand as he sat down beside his bed once again. He gave him a small smile and kissed his fingers. “We have to talk, sweetheart. I know that sounds scary and ominous, but we have to get a few things sorted out.”

Pat touched Aiden’s cheek and nodded. “I know. Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous,” he said quietly. He rested his head back against the pillow and watched Aiden for a few silent minutes. “I love you. And I’m so sorry for what I said, how I said it, how I made you feel. It was stupid, I know, but I hated you seeing me in such a useless mess. I was so angry that I got sick again and it had to ruin everything right when it was going perfectly. When you went to help me, it just all snapped in me. It was just like, fucking hell, we should be holed up in bed naked together and you’re here trying to help me with something as simple as doing up the buttons on my shirt. I’m just so sorry. I clearly haven’t accepted the illness as much as I thought I had. At least, not when it came to anything I’m rusty on, like relationships. Plus, and I’m not making excuses, but when I get sick like this, it’s not just physical symptoms. I get very angry, frustrated and depressed with a lot of things and I should have warned you. I just want you to know that it wasn’t you or us. That last thing I wanted to do was make you think I didn’t want this… us… you to take care of me.”

( “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Aiden admitted. He pulled his seat just a little closer to he could rest his elbows on the bed beside Pat’s legs... )

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Word Count | 1,138

9.1.6. “Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.” - Erica Jong

Co-written with Evie Miller [imnodoctor]

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Evie tried not to feel weird about being the one to 'collect' Aiden. She shouldn't feel weird about it. He was Pat's boyfriend, she was Riley's girlfriend and they more than shared the same circle of friends now. Still, it felt strange. She'd come to New York to be with Riley, and here she was chasing up Pat's wayward lover. If she were honest though, maybe she was the best one to do it. It wasn't like she didn't understand what he was going through. She just seemed to deal with it differently. In all their time together, Evie hadn't even once run away from Riley after he'd been cranky with her. Maybe because she knew it wasn't really her he was cranky with.

Evie stepped into the coffee shop, and pushed her blonde hair out of her face as she looked around for Aiden. Her blue eyes stopped at a table where a guy was hunched over his coffee cup, a laptop lying closed beside him. He seemed to be having a stare off with the invisible person across from him. Evie walked up to the table and dropped down into one of the empty chairs, careful not to disturb his line of staring.

( After a moment she cleared her throat softly. “Hey.” )

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Muse | Aiden Lewis (with Evie Miller)
Word Count | 2,951

8.15. "Luck is not a factor."
| The Abyss

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

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Aiden was sprawled out in the visitor’s chair beside Pat’s bed; his head resting against the back of the chair, eyes closed, hand still clutched securely around Pat’s. Pat’s sedation had been stopped a good five hours previously, but still the usually bubbly nurse slept on. Aiden was determined to stay until Pat woke up, even if it was getting late now. He had only left the hospital when someone else was able to stay with his boyfriend. He realised he had too much of an anxiety that Pat was going to take a bad turn again and he just didn’t want him to be alone.

He was only lightly napping, though, probably looking highly unattractive in doing so. The chairs were fucking uncomfortable, so there was going to be no comfortable resting anyway. So when he felt a pressure around his fingers he shot up out of his seat immediately. “Pat?” he said softly, leaning close so he could be in Pat’s line of sight if he was waking. “It’s Aiden, love.” He started to stroke his fingers through Pat’s hair and exhaled heavily in relief when Pat’s blue eyes opened groggily and met his.

( The other bed in the room was now occupied... )

drcampbell and doctortara used with permission. pullmysteth referenced with permission.


Word Count | 1,767

Track 12. Oh I know everything that I do tonight // Means nothing if I don't succeed
(Jebediah – ‘Animal’)

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Aiden felt sick. It was taking all his effort not to cry as he paced back and forth in the corridor of the Emergency Room. He had tried to prepare for this, but it was impossible. He just couldn’t shake the image of Pat lying at the bottom of the shower, blood mixing with the water as it seeped down the drain.

Last night seemed to be the start of it, but there was no reason to think Pat wasn’t just tired from the trip and needed a good night’s sleep. Pat obviously had no indication to think otherwise either or he would have mentioned feeling off. Aiden’s abrupt 4.30am wake up call of Pat being violently sick in the en suite bathroom hadn’t even rung warning bells. The favoured explanation for that was Pat ate something on the plane back from Mexico that didn’t agree with him. Three near misses and a casualty of Egyptian cotton sheets later, Pat crawled back into bed at around eight am, stomach now completely empty, and fell into a deep sleep. Aiden did everything he needed to help, with Pat repeatedly assuring him he was okay. He didn’t exactly think he would fill the nurse shoes or scrubs with quite the same finesse as his boyfriend did, but he did his damnest, teetering on the edge of helplessness the whole time.

( Two hours later, Pat woke up again and this time something was off... )

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Word Count | 901