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“Matt’s arranged transport for me, I should arrive tomorrow, you’re really alright?”
“Yes babe, I’m fine. I’ve missed you.” Connor hated the need in his voice and found that it no longer mattered, he didn’t care how he embarrassed himself to this man, that he was alive counteracted even the worst of the pain.
“Oh God me too Connor. Jesus, Elsinger kept you there all this time?” Peter hunched forward.
“Yes, I was in a coma for almost fourteen months.”
“So you didn’t know what was going on?” Peter blew out a stream of air as he reached the screen.
“No, he told me you were dead. That I’d let you down.” The tears tracked the face now came faster and Connor wiped them away.
“Oh please love, don’t cry. It breaks me when you cry.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know Peter and when I started to fight them they sedated me till Matt arrived.”
“Praeger’s with you?”
“Not right now he’s down in the complex.”
“Okay. Connor Semper Fidelis.” Peter smiled.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know Connor, look this is a secure line and I’m alone are you?”
Connor nodded.
“Very first day remember?” Peter’s voice was gentle as he felt his lover’s pain.
“Yes.” Connor smiled and relaxed the tension in his shoulders.
“Hasn’t changed and won’t. You think somehow because the bastard conspired to keep us apart, to hurt us that it makes a difference to how I feel about you?”
“I’m not sure, pity and guilt do terrible things.”
Peter’s face clouded for a moment as he reigned in his temper. “Do you want me to come and bring you home?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in Connor’s voice.
“And you want me to hold you again in my arms?”
“Yes.” Connor closed his eyes.
“Then don’t ever doubt me or the reasons why I do things. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“It’s hard babe.” Connor sighed.
“It had better be.” Peter laughed as Connor slitted his eyes.
“You chatting me up?”
“Rather be feeling you up.”
“Actually so would I.” Connor laughed as he reached his fingers out to touch the screen. “I take it Lindsey gave you a hard time.”
“Yeah but now she knows about us, she’s softened up. She loves you too you know.”
“Yes I know, Anton says your father is there.”
“Making eyes at Mrs. Mac.”
Connor smiled. “Well he could do worse.”
“Mrs. Mac could do better, they are driving me nuts.”
“Peter I’m about lose the signal. Rollins got you hurt.”
Peter put his hand over his chest and smiled. “New scar for you to make better. I’m fine, and my car is here, I’m on my way my beautiful love.” The screen fizzed and showed the OSIR screen saver logo.
After a few moments Anton knocked on the door and pushed it open.
“Everything alright?” Anton asked as he dropped back down into the chair.
Connor nodded. “Yes.”
“And Peter?”
“Is on his way here, seems Matt made travel arrangements.”
“Our Matthew is very resourceful.”
“So it seems, was he a good Case Manager?”
“Truthfully? He’s very careful, and very emotive with his team. He and Peter butted heads frequently.”
“I can imagine, but somewhere they became friends.”
“Grudging respect.”
“Not so grudging from where I’ve been sitting lately. You’ve read the files?”
“Yes some of them. What in particular is bothering you?”
“They never told me if there were any eggs in my system.”
“Oh yes I never thought to look.” Anton retrieved the stack of files off the table in the small den and flicked through the medical reports. “It would appear that your system is totally clear, however.” He stood and retrieved his doctor’s bag. “Sleeve up.”
Connor pushed the sleeve back and Anton winced at the numerous bruises festooning the arm from the multiple IV’s. “My God.” He took Connor’s hand in his own and turned the arm over examining it. “Are you like this all over?”
“Just about.”
“The Psyche evaluation can wait, besides you’re as sane as I am.”
“Thank you, I think.” Connor smiled at the parochial tone.
“But the physical can’t. I want samples Connor, blood, urine etc.”
“They did all of them didn’t they?”
“Yes but I didn’t.”
“Oh.” Connor smiled.
~~~****~~~
“Frank, its good to see you.” Matt leaned insolently against the table in the small cell. Frank looked the worse for wear. His expensive clothes gone in favour of a hospital gown as restraints.
“I doubt that Matthew.”
“No really I don’t think I can imagine a place more appropriate, well perhaps a cheap motel.” Matt moved closer. “Were you really so arrogant as to believe I wouldn’t catch you?”
“You? Matthew you over estimate your abilities.”
“I would think its more likely you underestimated them. See Frank, we knew as far back as ’98 what you were up to, what we didn’t know was who was pulling your strings.”
“I don’t believe you.” Frank turned his face on the bed.
“You don’t have to, reality seems to be subjective to you anyway. See Bob, you remember Bob don’t you, Mr. President?” Matt jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the man who stood behind him. “Anyway Bob decided he wanted to clean out your little nest but not without MackInroth and Carroll going with you.”
“I have the right to an attorney.” Frank replied coolly as Matt loomed over the top.
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