musical_rocker | Open my eyes...

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Open my eyes...

Who: Albert
When: Now
Where: Hospital.

It had been days since the accident, and the scruff of his face was proof of that. Albert had no idea people had been coming and going to visit him, nor did he know how long he'd been unconscious.

Slowly he opened his eyes, frowning against the light in the room as it hurt his eyes. At first the panic came as his hand moved to tug the breathing tube from his nose and he tried to get out of the bed. Alarm bells sounded and moments later a nurse came into the room and tried to calm him down. One nurse turned to two, and then a doctor. They could see he was confused and scared, his eyes wide as he tried to find something in the room that made sense. After an examination and questions, it came to light that he had some form of memory loss. Whether it was permanent or temporary they didn't know. Mostly time would tell.

With some of the tubes and wired removed from his body, Albert sat in the bed eating a fruit cup while staring at the tv. He'd flicked through the channels and was currently watching cartoons, he didn't know why he was watching them, but there was something familiar about them, something he knew but couldn't put his finger on. Every time the door to his room opened, Al looked towards it. The nurse told him they would contact his family, he'd just nodded unable to remember them.

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The smile faded and so did the emotions. His face blanked over and Mac gave a brief nod of his head. For a moment he wondered if Eothian could help Al remember, then he realized Eothian no longer looked himself. For the first time he wished his twin had looked like his younger self.

“Do you remember anything else?” He needed to change the subject.

Snuggling back against his pillow, Albert closed his eyes and frowned, trying so hard to remember something else. It was obvious from the look on his face how hard it was, but he wasn't going to be beaten. Not yet. Albert pushed his lips together, trying to remember something.

"Only a feeling," he said softly, his voice no more than a whisper, "Lips on mine, like my heart might explode."

“We were always feelings, baby.”

He understood what Al meant. Al was the one who could make his body aroused with a single look. He understood a kiss could drive them both wild with desire and often did. Right then he so badly wanted to kiss Al but held back.

"We didn't last..." Tears started to fall down his cheeks and Albert let out a shaking breath, "I remember the day he left..." Pressing his hands to his face, Albert let out a breath, "I lay on the couch crying, but he never came back.. He wanted someone else."

Finding his memories was almost like reliving them, he's living the feeling of the moment without knowing all the facts. "I can't live without him..." And with that he rolled onto his side, this back to Fia, curling up a little.

Mac went to him. Pulling Al to face him and give him light, feathery, kisses.

“That’s our past, baby.” His mouth touched Al’s with each word. “We have our entire future ahead of us, you and me and ---“ He stopped himself from saying Bella. He didn’t’ want Al to have too much to know, it looked like he was having enough trouble with learning about them.

“I can’t live without you. I can’t. I love you, Al. I just ---I need you to come back to me.”

He pressed his mouth against Al.

Each kiss sent a shock through him and he wanted to pull back, he wanted to push this man away. Something inside felt like betrayal, it felt like he was cheating on the person he loved.

The final press of their lips together, that felt different, and he felt himself relax and melt against it a little. Slowly his hand cam up to press against Mac's chest feeling his heart hammer below his touch. Finally Albert pulled back with a deep set frown on his face, "Do we have a pet called Moo?! No do I, or do you... do we.

Mac rested his forehead against Al’s. His breathing heavy as he focused on the question, while every fibre wanted more than just a kiss from Al. He pulled back slightly blinking.

“No---“ He struggled to speak and spoke again. “Yes. Our baby has a little toy called Moo.”

"We have a baby?" His face softened and he looked down, trying to remember something about their child, something, anything but that toy. His fingers flexed against Mac's chest, eyes searching for something.

"What do we call them.. what do I call you?" Names were something he was having trouble will, Albert called Brea, something else before.

Mac spoke, softly, had Al remembered he’d know when Mac did speak it was the most he had ever hear from the usual monosyllabic child of Lir.

He told Al of his friend Jimmy who brought the baby to them. She had been fed whiskey off Jimmy’s finger and given a small toy cow from the tough man who knew nothing about babies. The baby was from one of the people Jimmy knew, the parents had died in a plane crash and as god parent Jimmy was now responsible for the well being of a two month old baby. He, in astute business deal knew babies and him did not mix.

Being careful not to use the name Audr, Mac, told the rest of the story,

“We were thinking of adopting her properly.” He went on, but his voice trailed off. “…except there was some personal problems in our life.” After that he remained quiet, wondering if their problems were over or just beginning.

Realizing Al had asked about names. He gave a reply to the question. “Ma---no, it’s Fia, that’s my name. That's the name you call me. Our baby’s name is Bella.”

He listened carefully, his fingers teasing the spot his wedding ring should be but wasn't. He nodded his head, letting him know he was listening and trying to take the information in. And the whole time his eyes never left the face of the man before him, even though they grew a little weary from trying to remember everything that was his life.

"Personal problems?" His gaze lowered and it was obvious from the look on his face he was trying to remember. Sweat prickled his brow and he looked up once again, "It's why you changed..."

Once again he fell silent, his eyes sadly watching his hands as he let out a slow breath. "Izzy..."

Mac reached out and brushed his fingertips across Al’s forehead. He didn't want to get into anything more about their personal life.

“You should get some rest. We can talk later.” His voice softened. “Do you want your parents to bring Izzy to see you?”

The touch of his fingers and followed by his words made Albert panic. In a sudden movement he reached out to take hold of Fia's hand and held onto it as if his life depended on it.

"Don't leave..." There was something akin to begging in his voice, that and fear maybe. "Please."

His heart constricted at the emotion in Al’s pleading. Mac placed a brief kiss on Al’s forehead and a linger one on his lips,

“Baby, it’ll be for a little while. I need to get cleaned up---“ His lowered to a whisper, “---and pick up the keys to our house.”

Now that was something Albert didn't understand, "You left your keys at work? Maybe mine are here and you can take those instead?" He really didn't want him to go, not yet. Everything was too confusing and he didn't want to be left alone.

"Please stay," his voice was a whisper, "A-at least until I fall asleep!" For a moment he looked a little like the child he had once been, just scared to be left on his own.

“Alright baby, I won’t go until you’re asleep.” Mac took hold of Al’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll tell you about the house keys another time, when you’re feeling better.”

He wanted to smile but he couldn't right now, there was a worry in his stomach, "You'll come back?" His voice was a whisper and the fear that was under it was huge, Albert was so scared that this man would go and not come back.

Bringing Fia's hand up to his cheek, Albert slowly turned on his side and closed his eyes, brushing his cheek against his hand.

“I always come back to you, baby.” He lowered his head and briefly gave a kiss before pulling back.

Mac stayed, waiting for Al to sleep.

He kept hold of Fia's hand, not wanting to let it go because there was something comforting about his touch, something deep inside that made him want to never let it go.

It took some time but Albert started to drift off, his hand loosening around Fia's.

He didn't leave. Mac stayed for a good while after, just watching Al sleep. Then he knew it was time to see to his own needs and get some rest himself. Kissing Al lightly, Mac turned and headed out of the room.

He left a message with the nurses to say he'd be back during visiting hours.

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