Nurse Patrick Preston

13.11. “Sidney, are you gonna tell me what's going on? It's like a fucking episode of the OC in here.”
| Skins

Co-written with isabelowens, undercoverdoc, sexyinscrubs & agenfraser | Follows THIS

Alex was a completely different person to what had gotten on the plane in New York. His hair was now blond (thanks to a temporary dye), eyes blue from contact lenses, he was cleanly shaven and wore rimless, stylish glasses to complete the look. Neatly pressed suit, lab coat and stethoscope were all in place with an expensive leather briefcase clutched in his hand as he walked purposefully through the corridors of the private hospital in Liverpool. Marc and Izzy walked behind him, Marc pretty much looking like Marcus Fraser dressed as a doctor, but it worked. Izzy looked like herself and mostly had to just stand there and look important. They had gotten into the ward with no issues and Alex even pulled off an extremely convincing conversation with Cameron's team of doctors, explaining he was merely here to offer Cameron's family a second opinion on rehab options. The doctors gave access to Cameron's complete medical record and admitted them to Cameron's ward. Cameron was in Room 517, a private room with security watch. Understandably, considering he was a well-known celeb in the town. The threesome turned the corner towards the room, but nearly slammed into some people coming from the other direction. Marc's eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath of shock. Uh oh. Oh fucking fuck of all fucks. This was going to get messy.

( Oh shitting HELL... )

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Word Count | 2,742

12.2. “They say that every man has a price at which he'll do anything. I'd like to think it's the other way around. Every man has a line - a line he won't cross over, no matter what the cost.”
| Due South

Co-written with agentfraser | Simultaneous to THIS

Marc hadn’t formed any preconceptions of what Aiden’s new husband would be like. That was probably fortunate a thing, because he didn’t think he would’ve been able to preconceive anything close to what Patrick Preston actually was. Aiden himself was hot, and Marc had told Harri as much in the early days. Patrick was in exactly the same realms and together, the newlyweds made one damn hot couple. The thing was, Pat was about every bit as female he could be whilst remaining very much an out and proud gay guy. Marc liked him immediately. He was a lot like Ali’s little brother, Max, whom Marc had always had a connection with.

( Pat was different, though... )

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Word Count | 2,005

9.2. "Nobody in the world makes me laugh the way you do. You're my best friend. I just wanna be with you."
| Made of Honour

Co-written with drcampbell

Lachlan secured the fresh diaper on his son and took the tiny hand with his to lean over and kiss his fingers. “There you go, my wee angel. That feels better, aye? You’ve got your eyes open, but all you want is to look at it Mummy…” He turned his head to the direction the baby’s eyes kept following and sighed. “I cannae blame you, a chuilein. She’s beautiful, huh? Most beautiful lassie Daddy ever saw. You miss her, aye? That’s okay, angel… I do too…” He tucked his hands under Riley’s back and scooped him up into his arms to kiss his head.

“I’m destined to never be in a room with you bunch again and not cry, darling,” Pat declared from where he had arrived in the doorway of Tara’s room just a few moments before to witness the close scene between father and son. He quickly brushed a couple of tears away and maneuvered his wheelchair over to where Lachlan was standing.

( Lachlan smiled, softly rubbing his son’s back. “I’ll give you some shares in the Kleenex Company as a late Christmas present,” he joked and sat down beside his friend, leaning in to kiss Pat’s cheek... )

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Word Count | 1,069

6.2. "You're too hot, man. You gotta step off a bit."
| Shaft

Co-written with mrpublicity | Follows THIS & THIS

Pat pushed his cheek into his hand as watched the busy streets of New York pass by the car window. “Why couldn’t Benny just bring it home for you, darling? It’s not like he’s going to go another twenty four hours without shagging you. I’ll be out of your hair and he can have you all to himself again.”

“It’s my favourite jacket, sweetiepie and it’s the only thing that goes with my purple Jimmy Choos. You don’t want me to be all uncoordinated, do you?” Jules asked as they pulled on to the Manhattan street that housed The Bondi. She was bouncing inside, but had to keep a lid on it. As what now had come to be named Operation Pat Needs Shagging, the group had worked together to manage to get Aiden at Luke’s bar simultaneously to Jules suddenly needing her favourite coat that she had ‘left’ at the bar the previous Friday night. Of course, the coat was actually in the back of Benny’s van, but Pat didn’t know that. Jules was also about to become the World’s Worst Driver and forget how to park, meaning Pat would have to duck into the bar to find the coat that wasn’t there, meaning he’d need to look for it. Luke and Tab were also there, so it was there job to make sure Aiden was poignantly placed when Pat arrived. A text message to them from Jules told them they were on their way, so the plan was practically fool proof. The only downside was that Pat seemed to be lacking his usual bouncy lustre. He was flat and lethargic, even a little washed out around the cheeks. He’d assured Jules he was fine, though, so the plan had kicked right into gear as so finely mapped out.

( Pat shrugged slightly, uncharacteristically passing up a chance to comment on fashion choices, especially something as vital as Jimmy Choo. “I’ll wait in the car,” he decided as they approached the bar... )

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Word Count | 1,830