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“Mr Rollins I need to contact Peter Axon.” Shon spoke softly into the receiver.
“He’s off duty Mr Shonbrin.”
“Yes and his cell is switched off. Can you have him call me as soon as he comes in in the morning? It’s important.” There was a slightly hysterical edge to the voice as he hurried his words.
“Are you alright?” Rollins asked, his nerves tingling with the palpable fear that inched down the phone line.
“Look I just need to talk to him.”
“I’ll call his motel and see if I can get through, give me the number.”
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The phone in Peter’s suite rang out, he lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling and listening to the soft singing from the bathroom. Slightly off key but it gentled him nevertheless. It reminded him that he wasn’t alone and turned on his side curling into the soft pillows.
Lindsey smiled as she pulled the heavy towelling robe around her body and combed her wet hair back from her face. She wandered into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed next to Peter. He shivered in his sleep and frowned as he murmured soft words, most of which she couldn’t hear or understand except for one litany that broke her heart. He kept apologising to Conner over and over again as the tears streaked his face. Her heart constricted as she reached out a hand and began to rhythmically rub his back feeling the play of muscles under her palm she continued to stroke until he quietened and pulled the blankets up over his shoulders before nudging him over and curling behind him. She kissed the nape of his neck and twined his finger in her own. He sighed deeply in his sleep and pushed into her warmth as he snuggled down into the bed, Lindsey kept up the gentle stroking till the worry lines disappeared and a very small smile appeared on his face, only then did she allow herself to fall asleep.
He twitched as the nightmare took him again, drowning him in the endless miasma of pain and treachery. He felt the arms about his body and sobbed as they began to stroke him, petting him asleep soft and gentle and he curled forward the distress a painful presence in his stomach.
Alarmed Lindsey sat on the side of the bed desperately trying to settle the distraught man, she called his name repeatedly and finally as his breathing hitched in his chest he swung out blindly. She lurched forward pinning his body with hers and spoke urgently into his ear.
He awoke with a start the sweat beading on his upper lip as he focused on the weight that pinned him down.
“Peter?” she rolled off as he scratched his head and scrubbed at his face. His body encased in sweats and a thin cotton T-shirt was drenched with perspiration. She smiled gently and stroked the side of his face. “Take a shower, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”
In the presence of solitude he was grateful for her composure and dreaded the moments when she would ask the questions he knew he couldn’t answer. The shower beat his body and the aches subsided but the pain in his chest wouldn’t so easily be assuaged.
“Every night?” Lindsey asked as she pushed the mug into his hand and sat cross-legged on the huge bed. He pulled the hotel terry robe around his body and shivered.
“Every night.” He answered wearily sipping at the tea before climbing back onto the bed and stuffing a pillow behind his back. He noticed that she had straightened the bed and her consideration didn’t go unrewarded. He smiled slightly, not a true smile but a small one where the sides of his mouth hitched up and creased the long dimples in his cheek.
“You seen Anton?”
“Yeah just before I left. He gave me some sleeping pills.”
“Why aren’t you taking them?”
“With Rollins gunning for blood? I doubt it besides they make me all fuzzy the next day and I can’t concentrate.”
“Peter I don’t know what to do.”
“About?”
Lindsey looked up sharply fixing his eyes with her own and smiled.
“Oh.” Peter answered his own question. “What would you have done in the same position two years ago?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know maybe held you, at the very least let you know I was there for you.”
Peter put the mug on the nightstand and pulled her down into his arms. “Works for me.” He said as he dropped a kiss into her hair and she curled against his chest listening to the solidly beating heart. Her hands made lazy circles on his stomach and he arched into the warm touch, needing something beyond his control and hating himself for the man he had become. Lindsey must have sensed his disquiet because she began to speak.
“Was he fun to live with?”
“Who Connor?”
She nodded.
“I guess he was comfortable.”
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah, Jesus Linds you know sometimes I’d come home and I’d be livid because something went wrong and he could tell just by the look on my face or my posture and he’d just know what to do. Every time, without fail.” Peter closed his eyes drifting back to a time when he felt safe and whole.
“So you lost your safety as well as your best friend and lover. Peter, you should have told me.” She moved her head to rest on his shoulder.
“Why? Connor didn’t want me to ever tell anyone. He thought that if either of us died the other one would leave the OSIR and start a fresh. Possibly sell the house.” He shrugged nearly dislodging her.
“Because of Rollins?”
“And his band of merry miscreants, but mostly because of Elsinger. I tried to cut him out of the loop once and went directly to Elsinger. Connor was incredible, I could see that the old man would use it against him and try to put a wedge in the team. I can still remember his words his back was to me in the conference room and his voice was soft. He said ‘What? I wouldn’t understand? I wouldn’t back you up on it?’ And then he turned and smiled and we never spoke about it again.”
“It’s a lot to take in.”
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