Fic - 90210 - The Eyes Have it Pt. III
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raynedanserwritesFandom: 90210
Title: The Eyes Have It Pt. III
Author: raynedanser
Pairing: Teddy/Ian
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 950
Author's Notes: It's all fansprez's fault! This fic's for you, hon. ♥
The X-rays were done, now they waited. Teddy sat on the edge of the hospital bed, craddling his hand carefully in his lap. He looked exhausted. This was definitely a prom night he'd never forget.
Ian sat in the chair next to the bed, listening to the hospital sounds around them, watching Teddy carefully, waiting for the freak out he was sure must be coming.
Finally, one of the nurses returned, carrying a splint and something to wrap it with. "You'll need to call the orthopedic doctor Monday morning to see about getting it castes properly," the nurse explained as she swiftly wrapped Teddy's hand. She released Teddy's hand and stood. The doctor will be along shortly to go over your discharge," she said before disappearing around the privacy curtain.
"Let me see," Ian said as he carefully took Teddy's busted hand.
Just then, the curtain parted abruptly and Teddy's father stepped into the small area. For a moment, he watched Teddy and Ian wordlessly, the muscle in his jaw working as his gaze fell to where Ian still held Teddy's hand. Ian forced himself to stay still and not move under the older man's withering gaze, to meet and hold it. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed important. When Teddy tugged his hand back, Ian let it go and backed up, but not too far.
Teddy's father continued to watch the two of them, eyes hard, taking in everything. Ian looked at Teddy, trying to gauge his reaction and couldn't. Those protective shields that he'd finally broken through were back up. Ian frowned. This was not good.
"What's going on here?" Teddy's father finally asked. "Who are you?" he directed at Ian.
"I'm Ian, Mr. Montgomery," he answered as he held his hand out, then dropped it when Teddy's father ignored it.
Under his father's intense gaze, Ian could see Teddy's walls strengthening and Ian decided he really, really didn't like the older man. "You didn't answer me, what's going on here? What happened?"
Finally, Teddy found his voice. "Dad, I -What are you doing here?" he asked as Ian slid a little closer. He may not be able to touch, that much was very clear, but he could be close, let Teddy know he was still there for him.
"One of the nurses called me as your next of kin."
Teddy groaned. "Great, just great. I, um, broke my hand. I'm supposed to call about a cast Monday morning," he said, finally answering one of his father's questions from earlier.
"Why is Ian here?" his father continued, pushing.
"He drove me, Dad."
"Really. Is that all? Because it looked like I was about to interrupt something."
Ian sucked in a breath and looked quickly at Teddy, whose face had gone white as a sheet.
His father nodded. "Uh huh. I was right then. Don't come home. Not tonight. Not ever," his father said coldly. "I'll have your things packed for you and you can pick them up later."
Teddy slid off the table and took a step closer to his father. "Dad, I -"
"Don't," his father said coldly. "Just don't." And then he yanked the privacy curtain aside and left, much to Ian's relief.
As soon as his father was gone, Teddy sat on the edge of the bed. Ian watched him fir just a moment, then stepped closer. "Teddy? Do you want me to go?" he whispered.
Teddy shook his head without looking at him. "No. Stay. Where am I going to go?"
"Come home with me. My bed's big and you can get some sleep and we'll figure things out in the morning. Ok?"
Teddy nodded just as an orderly came in with his discharge papers.
The whole way home, Teddy sat with his head against the window of the car, staring out without saying anything.
When they finally got to Ian's, Ian got out, then went around to the other side and got Teddy's door. In one hand, he held the bottle of Teddy's pain meds, in the other he held Teddy's hand.
He silently led Teddy through the house, back to his bedroom where the moonlight poured in through the back window. He flicked on the desk lamp, bathing the room in soft light, and then shut the door before putting Teddy's pills on his desk. The room was papered with theater posters on the walls, an entire wall of DVDs and cds. A large bed covered with a homemade quilt was pushed against the wall opposite the door, with a night stand piled high with books next to it.
He turned his attention to a still silent Teddy and slowly unbuttoned Teddy's shirt with slightly shaky hands, pulling it off his arms, gently guiding Teddy's busted hand through. "Not quite how I pictured the first time I undressed you," he teased, earning a weak smile as reward. He carefully placed Teddy's shirt over the back of his desk chair, then steered him towards the bed and pulled back the covers.
"Go to sleep, it's been a hell of a day," he whispered before reminding himself again not to push.
Then Ian went around to the other side of his bed and got undressed. By the time he pulled the covers up over them both, Teddy was curled on his side and Ian slid behind him, wrapping Teddy in his arms tightly. He dropped a kiss between Teddy's shoulder blades and held him as he shook. He didn't make a sound, but as the sky slowly brightened with the rising sun, Ian knew Teddy was crying. In that moment, he'd never hated another man more.
Title: The Eyes Have It Pt. III
Author: raynedanser
Pairing: Teddy/Ian
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 950
Author's Notes: It's all fansprez's fault! This fic's for you, hon. ♥
The X-rays were done, now they waited. Teddy sat on the edge of the hospital bed, craddling his hand carefully in his lap. He looked exhausted. This was definitely a prom night he'd never forget.
Ian sat in the chair next to the bed, listening to the hospital sounds around them, watching Teddy carefully, waiting for the freak out he was sure must be coming.
Finally, one of the nurses returned, carrying a splint and something to wrap it with. "You'll need to call the orthopedic doctor Monday morning to see about getting it castes properly," the nurse explained as she swiftly wrapped Teddy's hand. She released Teddy's hand and stood. The doctor will be along shortly to go over your discharge," she said before disappearing around the privacy curtain.
"Let me see," Ian said as he carefully took Teddy's busted hand.
Just then, the curtain parted abruptly and Teddy's father stepped into the small area. For a moment, he watched Teddy and Ian wordlessly, the muscle in his jaw working as his gaze fell to where Ian still held Teddy's hand. Ian forced himself to stay still and not move under the older man's withering gaze, to meet and hold it. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed important. When Teddy tugged his hand back, Ian let it go and backed up, but not too far.
Teddy's father continued to watch the two of them, eyes hard, taking in everything. Ian looked at Teddy, trying to gauge his reaction and couldn't. Those protective shields that he'd finally broken through were back up. Ian frowned. This was not good.
"What's going on here?" Teddy's father finally asked. "Who are you?" he directed at Ian.
"I'm Ian, Mr. Montgomery," he answered as he held his hand out, then dropped it when Teddy's father ignored it.
Under his father's intense gaze, Ian could see Teddy's walls strengthening and Ian decided he really, really didn't like the older man. "You didn't answer me, what's going on here? What happened?"
Finally, Teddy found his voice. "Dad, I -What are you doing here?" he asked as Ian slid a little closer. He may not be able to touch, that much was very clear, but he could be close, let Teddy know he was still there for him.
"One of the nurses called me as your next of kin."
Teddy groaned. "Great, just great. I, um, broke my hand. I'm supposed to call about a cast Monday morning," he said, finally answering one of his father's questions from earlier.
"Why is Ian here?" his father continued, pushing.
"He drove me, Dad."
"Really. Is that all? Because it looked like I was about to interrupt something."
Ian sucked in a breath and looked quickly at Teddy, whose face had gone white as a sheet.
His father nodded. "Uh huh. I was right then. Don't come home. Not tonight. Not ever," his father said coldly. "I'll have your things packed for you and you can pick them up later."
Teddy slid off the table and took a step closer to his father. "Dad, I -"
"Don't," his father said coldly. "Just don't." And then he yanked the privacy curtain aside and left, much to Ian's relief.
As soon as his father was gone, Teddy sat on the edge of the bed. Ian watched him fir just a moment, then stepped closer. "Teddy? Do you want me to go?" he whispered.
Teddy shook his head without looking at him. "No. Stay. Where am I going to go?"
"Come home with me. My bed's big and you can get some sleep and we'll figure things out in the morning. Ok?"
Teddy nodded just as an orderly came in with his discharge papers.
The whole way home, Teddy sat with his head against the window of the car, staring out without saying anything.
When they finally got to Ian's, Ian got out, then went around to the other side and got Teddy's door. In one hand, he held the bottle of Teddy's pain meds, in the other he held Teddy's hand.
He silently led Teddy through the house, back to his bedroom where the moonlight poured in through the back window. He flicked on the desk lamp, bathing the room in soft light, and then shut the door before putting Teddy's pills on his desk. The room was papered with theater posters on the walls, an entire wall of DVDs and cds. A large bed covered with a homemade quilt was pushed against the wall opposite the door, with a night stand piled high with books next to it.
He turned his attention to a still silent Teddy and slowly unbuttoned Teddy's shirt with slightly shaky hands, pulling it off his arms, gently guiding Teddy's busted hand through. "Not quite how I pictured the first time I undressed you," he teased, earning a weak smile as reward. He carefully placed Teddy's shirt over the back of his desk chair, then steered him towards the bed and pulled back the covers.
"Go to sleep, it's been a hell of a day," he whispered before reminding himself again not to push.
Then Ian went around to the other side of his bed and got undressed. By the time he pulled the covers up over them both, Teddy was curled on his side and Ian slid behind him, wrapping Teddy in his arms tightly. He dropped a kiss between Teddy's shoulder blades and held him as he shook. He didn't make a sound, but as the sky slowly brightened with the rising sun, Ian knew Teddy was crying. In that moment, he'd never hated another man more.
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Date: 2010-11-13 02:09 pm (UTC)And I'm glad Teddy let Ian take care of him. Wounded animals can go one of two ways, and I'm glad to see Teddy going the high way.
Loving this so much girl! So much! XOXO
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Date: 2010-11-13 04:54 pm (UTC)And *sigh* There seems to be another chapter on its way ... From Teddy's POV this time, but it's not working as well, so it may not stay. GRR