#me staring @ a corner of my desk in deep thought. oblivious to audio on the video i have playing

[msommers]

answering these inquisitor questions for greer and coming to a sudden realization about one of her world state decisions got me like

#me staring @ a corner of my desk in deep thought. oblivious to audio on the video i have playing #i haven't played the game in so long that i'm unsure of small details but i think i'm onto smth #and it's driving me up the wall bc it gives greer an incredibly difficult decision #she's an instinct girly this is unnatural what do you mean she had to Deeply Consider and Debate the exalted council #truths you've short-circuited my brain w these congrats #ch: greer trevelyan

[connorssock]

Reed900 being fluffy?? Not enough of those in fics I read.

One serving of fluffy Reed900 coming right up (with a healthy side of crack)!

Dream Come True

The hospital smelt of antiseptic. It was no different to any other hospital really, other than the fact that it was the one that was looking after Gavin. Connor wring his hands nervously as the nurse led them to the door, it was his fault Gavin was there in the first place. He hadn’t means to push his chair back from his desk just as Gavin was walking past with a fresh mug of coffee. The consequent tumble wouldn’t have been so bad if the mug hadn’t fallen and Connor’s instincts hadn’t kicked in. He saw the mug go flying out of the corner of his eye and moved to grab it before it shattered on the ground at the same time as Gavin had stumbled and reached for anything to grab onto to prevent his fall. They’d ended up in a heap on the ground, chair tipped over them and Gavin’s arm trapped under Connor at an unfortunate angle.

“He’s still a bit woozy from the sedation,” the nurse warned them as she opened the door.

Connor, along with Hank and Nines stepped into the room and looked over Gavin.

“Woah!” Gavin’s eyes went wide as he took them in and he smiled.

“How are you feeling?” Nines asked as he pushed past the other two.

“So much better now that you’re here. Has anyone ever told you you’re really pretty?” Gavin gave him a sloppy grin before he looked down at his cast. “Awesome, I’m a badass. Do you like heores? Because only heroes have casts.”

“I think you’ll find it’s actually: not all heroes wear capes,” Connor corrected and Gavin’s head snapped up to him.

“There’s two of you. Sweet,” he let out a little laugh, “but you’re not the same. You”, he vaguely gestured towards Connor, “you’re pretty but funny looking. You though,” he waved towards Nines, “you’re the hot identical twin that’s not the same.”

In the background Hank let out a snort and Gavin’s eyes landed on him.

“You!” he yelled and pointed animatedly. “I know you!”

“Hello Gavin,” Hank replies and he frowns in worry when Gavin gawps.

“Santa! You know my name!”

There was nothing in the world that could stop Hank from laughing. It also drew giggles from Connor and Nines huffed out an entertained snort. Immediately, Gavin’s attention was back on Nines.

“I should give you my number,” he announced proudly.

“Okay then,” Nines humoured him with a small smile. “What’s your number?”

Gavin’s gaze shifted to the far wall as he frowned in thought. He drew a deep breath.

“Two.”

Silence stretched in the room as the watched Gavin smiling proudly.

“Your number is…two?” Connor asked hesitantly.

“Yep,” Gavin nodded sagely. “It’s my favourite number. Plus there’s two of you. But only one of you is good looking. And there’s one of me. One plus one is two. Like Roman numerals. Did you know to depict the number two, they draw two lines? And for three they draw three? Those Romans were so deviously clever.”

Hank plopped down in the chair at the back of the room and bit his hand to stifle the laughter. He’d seen Gavin angry before, grumpy, frustrated, a few times happy and twice close to tears. But never before had he been so freely delighted.

“We should get married,” Gavin seemed elated at his genius. “I’d treat you right, love you like something as beautiful ought to be treasured.”

He huffed out a open mouthed breath and frowned at it.

“Huh. Thought there’d be fire because you’re the prize gem in my hoard as a dragon.”

Nines took pity on him then, first he turned to Connor.

“Turn off your audio-receptors,” he said before turning back to Gavin and leaning forward to whisper something in his ear.

From where he sat, Hank had prime view of Gavin’s face first dropping into stunned awe before a smile blossomed across his face, crinkling his eyes and his cheeks dimpled. Nines straightened up and Gavin threw himself back against the bed with a mind boggled smile.

“Holy shit Santa,” he looked straight at Hank, “I must be on your nice list for you to bring him here. Did you know we’re engaged to be married in secret?”

Stunned silence reigned in the room. Connor glanced between them, oblivious to the conversation he’d just missed but not missing the sudden surprised silence.

“I don’t know why I thought you’d be able to keep your mouth shut,” Nines sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in a most human fashion.

“Is it because I’ve got a big dick? I bet that’s the only reason you’re marrying me,” Gavin valiantly tried to lift the cover to get a look before Connor and Nines both jumped to keep him decent.

That was the moment the nurse returned, ready to shoo them out as visiting hours were over. Even as the door shut behind them, it was impossible to miss Gavin’s voice delightedly talking to the nurse.

“You saw the hot one, right? The really good looking one? Don’t tell anyone because it’s a secret, but we’re getting married! I get to keep him and call him mine.”

As annoyed as Nines tried to be about their secret being reveal in such fashion, it was difficult to begrudge Gavin and the way pride and happiness carried in his voice. He might regret it once the drugs left his system, but for the time being he seemed utterly over the moon.

             The next day, Nines went to pick Gavin up by himself. One night at the hospital was more than enough, his arm was splinted until a cast could be applied at the end of the week. He pushed the door to Gavin’s room open and watched him for a moment.

“You going to stand there and stare, or are you actually going to help?”

Gavin was trying to pull his jacket over his good arm and drape the other side over his shoulder but was failing miserably. Without a sound, Nines walked over and tugged it all off.

“Here,” he offered his own jacket, slightly bigger and easier to wrap around Gavin.

“Thanks,” Gavin rubbed his face tiredly. “Please tell me I didn’t call Hank Santa yesterday.”

“I would tell you but I am programmed not to lie,” Nines settled on the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Gavin tipped his head against Nines’ shoulder and closed his eyes.

“But I can tell you,” Nines fought hard to keep the smile from his voice, “that I’m marrying you for more than just how well you are endowed.”

Gavin snorted and shoved against Nines with a muttered “prick”. But he didn’t object when Nines helped him up from the side of the bed, tied his shoelaces for him and tucked him under an arm as they walked out of the hospital.

#reed900 #dbh: gavin #dbh: rk900 #dbh: hank #dbh: connor #secret relationship #cw: fractured arm #crack #fluff #my fic