Aiden Lewis

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

12.3. “No, leave it. I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, I'm sure it was just friendly banter, I'm sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner, the tuna's really good.”
| Notting Hill

Co-written with straight2point & agentfraser | Follows THIS, THIS & THIS

Marc hadn't been sure what he was supposed to wear for something like this and ended up opting for some dark jeans and a nice blue form fitting button-up. Harri's BFF knew all about Marc and because he had actually lucked out with the anticipated Easter weekend off (all assuming nothing major broke with his case), there was no hair dye and there were no dark contacts. As he stood and looked at himself in the mirror, James Campbell stared back at him and he sighed softly, shaking his head. He picked up his cigarettes from the dresser and took them out with him to the main space of Harri's apartment. He smoked a lot less these days than he used to, but if he was stressed, he needed one. Meeting Harri's Aiden definitely was what Marc would term 'stressful. Aiden and his partner hadn't arrived yet. Not too early, not late... the guy was probably as punctual as a prune-induced bowel movement.

( He smirked when he found Harri in the kitchen and leant against the counter. “You aren't going to lock away the kitchen knives?” he joked... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 3,601

8.12. "You know, your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash."
| Twilight

Co-written with doctortara & drcampbell

[Follows THIS]

Tara jumped with a squeak when the door to Aiden’s study opened and he appeared from within. “Wait, wait!” she shrieked. “Don’t come any further! The floor is wet. I didn’t know you were in there!” She was standing in the middle of the living area with a mop and bucket, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head. The sofa was loaded with piles of freshly cleaned and dried laundry, cleaning products, feather dusters, cloths and more lined the coffee table. She was adorned in one of Lachlan’s rock t-shirts and a pair of his track pants with a pink frilly apron wrapped around her pregnant belly which had a dust pan and bottle of furniture polish in the front pocket.

Aiden paused and held up his hand. “Okay!” he agreed, worried she might start to clean him if he stood still too long. “Are you… okay there, love?” he asked hesitantly, remaining safely in the doorway of his office.

“Oh yeah,” Tara confirmed with a smile and pushed some loose strands of her off her sweaty forehead. “I just thought I would clean up a wee bit. Not that it was messy or anything. It’s a very lovely apartment. Just tidying a few things up.”

( Aiden’s eyebrows were raised as he surveyed the piles of laundry. “Is that all the spare sheets and towels from the linen press? They were clean…” )

Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,387

7.7. "So - you don't drink, you don't smoke, and you don't gamble. What do you do then? C'mon Michael, there must be something for you to confess! A little wank on the sofa during Baywatch isn't a mortal sin!"
| Cracker

[Follows THIS and THIS]

Aiden’s eyes had been on his Martini glass nursed in his hands when Pat excused himself with a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips for a quick trip to the men’s room. They weren’t even one drink in and Aiden found himself left alone with The Other Twin. He lifted his head and offered a polite smile to the other man across the table. He was so much like Pat, yet so different at the same time. The eyes were the same, the height was the same, the strawberry blond hair colour was the same, the accent was the same. But where Pat was slight and feminine in his build, Cameron was built, stocky and masculine. Pat’s hair was longer, falling in his face with dyed pink tips, and Cameron’s was short back and sides, darker in colour due to its cropped length. Pat had a feminine edge to his tone of voice which wasn’t there in Cameron. They might be identical twins, but years of living different lives of gay and straight had seem them become very different in their adulthood. Even down to their contrasting choice of drinks, Pat with an elaborate Mocktail complete with pink umbrella and Cameron opting for a Corona beer. Still, the inseparable twin closeness was there and that was more than evident now in the way Cameron was looking at Aiden.

“You don’t need me to tell you I will kill you if you hurt him,” Cameron finally spoke up. Until this moment, the conversation had been light, mostly between the brothers as they caught up and Aiden more than willing to blend nervously into the background. But now, with Pat taking a wiz, he couldn’t exactly not speak to the twin and the conversation seemed to be about to go in exactly the way he anticipated it. “And I’m not exaggerating.”

( “I don’t blame you,” Aiden returned, clearing his throat... )

Pat is sexyinscrubs and used with permission


Word Count | 1,080