Aiden Lewis

[Follows THIS]

It had been a week since Aiden had finally been discharged from hospital, but it was joked that it was a pointless gesture because he was still there just about the whole time with Pat while they waited for Pat's neurologist and physiotherapist to give him the clear for home nursing. In the meantime, Aiden had paid a lot of money to get their home fitted with everything Pat would need considering Pat would be in this condition for an indefinitey length of time. Without a doubt, it was trying on everyone and everything seemed to lately fall into two categories - Things Pat Knew, and Things Pat Didn't Know. For everyone on the outside looking in, this was hard to keep up with, the lines blurring more they anticipated and often they were met with Pat just looking at them blankly when they touched on something he didn't remember. Or there were the times Pat's brain pretty much just outright failed him and he could hardly remember his own name. This was happening less and less, but it was all just a matter of rolling with it at any one moment. Pat's brain was still healing from the surgery, and it was going to take time. Coupled with the evidence now indicating that the MS had been exacerbated by the stress of the accident, no one was able to say either way what lay around the corner or whether Pat would even manage to recover. There was a chance he might not, and this would be how it would be, but Aiden tried not to let himself stop and think on that too long. If he did, he would go crazy.

( All around them, people were trying to get back to normal after the accident... )


Word Count | 2,954

LINK: New drinking game:

Drink everytime Pat calls something "thingy".

6.21. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
My Immortal - Evanescence

Co-written with sexyinscrubs | Set 9th April 2010
[Set a few days after THIS]

The feeling that he was waking up from a heavy sleep wasn't strange to Aiden. It felt just like every other time. But this time, something was different. The dreams had felt so real, almost like he was reliving his whole relationship with Pat all over again, and with such clarity that as he woke up with a start, it was almost like he could feel Pat's hand clutched around his as they said their wedding vows. He still remembered the way Pat's fingers felt linked around his, knowing they were both nervous but not having any regrets. Now to be feeling like he had been grabbed and seized from a heavy dream-filled sleep was the weirdest sensation, a little like maybe none of it was real?

( Panic spiked in him at the last notion and then he was abruptly wide awake, taking in the faintly familiar surroundings of the hospital room... )


Word Count | 1,789

28.5.3. A moment of heightened emotions

Co-written with sexyinscrubs
[Follows a few weeks after THIS]

Pat flexed and unflexed his hands around the steering wheel of his car and sighed as he he pulled up for the red light at a busy intersection. He wet his lips and glanced at Aiden sitting in the passenger's seat. "Are you serious? You want to do this now?" he asked calmly. "Right now? It can't wait until we get home?" He fought the urge to light up a cigarette, even if that was what his first reaction was. He did know sooner or later they would reach this point, but it was just something he wasn't sure he was ready to face yet.

( “Home?” Aiden returned with a small snort and shake of his head... )


Word Count | 1,246

[Follows THIS]

The brief talk with Lachlan more than had Aiden in brooding contemplation. The Scot had a tendency to do that to people. He left you with a bunch of mental tools that set your brain into overdrive before you could stop it. Aiden was standing in the kitchen of his trendy Upper East Side apartment, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee probably way more than it needed as he stared out the kitchen windows across the rooftops of the neighbouring apartments. The rest of the apartment was quiet as he waited for Pat to come back from the gym. Cameron was staying there with them for a few days, but had yet to surface after the big New Year party the night before which had also functioned as Aiden's birthday bash. Everything seemed brilliant the night before, and he had an awesome time. It was only this morning that things got tense again. Another failed attempt in the bedroom had them nearly in an argument, probably only prevent by Pat's escaped to the gym before voices and tempers could flare any further.

( Aiden was so lost in his thoughts that he jumped when he heard the apartment door open, but he abandoned the untouched coffee to head through into the main part of the apartment... )


Word Count | 2,826

Aiden came down the stairs of his and Pat's large Princeton home, a grin on his face as he adjusted himself in his jeans and zipped them up. Pat had been out of hospital for over a week now and was feeling a lot better, albeit still a little on the weak and slow side. Still, not slow enough to offer Aiden a bit of 'icing' on the 'cake' when they got a little hot and heavy making out on their bed when Aiden joined Pat for a lie down that afternoon. It might not have been outright sex, but Aiden's husband sure did still know how to use his hands. Aiden hadn't meant for things to get so heated, but once they started it was hard to stop and it was one of those lazy afternoons anyway.

Cameron was out... somewhere. He had been out somewhere a lot lately, but Aiden didn't interrogate him. He knew Pat would do that just fine on his own. Their house was more occupied than usual lately, too, with Harri camping out with them since she broke up with James and started maternity leave. After the break up, she just didn't want to deal with people like she usually did, so Aiden offered her the sanctuary of his home well away from the city for her to try and wrap her head around everything. She had been a great help while Pat was in hospital, too, and especially the way she so hand-on lovingly personally 'took care' of Pat's twin. That was real hospitality.

( Aiden dropped down on the sofa beside Harri with a satisfied sigh, folding his hands across his chest as he melted into the chair. He turned to her with a grin... )


Word Count | 6,606

1.15. "The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not."
Grey's Anatomy

Co-written with cameronpreston
[Simultaneous to THIS]

When Cameron returned from the bathroom, where he had literally just sat in one of the cubicles on the closed toilet for close to two hours lost in his own thoughts to try and just think rationally, Aiden was alone at Pat’s bedside. He had Pat’s pink iPod in his ears, his head resting tiredly on his arm that was lying beside Pat’s stomach. Cameron didn’t want to startle him, so he moved slowly to take the seat beside him, giving him enough warning of his presence. Pat looked much the same; small, pale, thin, sick. The new drugs pumping through his system were taking their toll. He wasn’t awake often, and a couple of the times he was, he spent vomiting from side effects until they had to give him another drug to stop the vomiting. It felt like a vicious cycle. With every needle, and poke, and prod Cameron witnessed the doctors giving his twin, it felt like they were more and more ripping his heart out by the bloody roots and dumping it on the bed beside Pat.

( Aiden caught sight of the movement in his peripheral vision and lifted his head to offer Cameron the faintest hint of a tired smile, reaching up to take the iPod from his ears... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,315

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

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

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