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Hi, darling. Sorry for the late hour, I just thought it was best to give you plenty of notice. I don't think Beau will be able to make it to his shift in the morning.
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[personal profile] fabulousfashionista
Who: Beau Watson and Austin Shaw
What: Of Bad News and Bridal Magazines
Where: Beau & Austin's Apartment, NYC
When: After this

When Austin arrived home after a busy day of work, shopping, and trawling through Google still trying to decide on the perfect wedding venue, his arms were laden with bags from various designer clothing boutiques and groceries from Whole Foods to cook a special dinner for Beau when he got home from work later. Although Beau's shifts could be erratic and long, they had found an easy rhythm together again since reuniting and deciding to get remarried. So much had happened during the breakdown of their marriage - towards the end, during, and when they came back into each other's lives - that it wasn't a matter of being able to 'do-over'. They both knew that. It was about restarting, knowing they were both different people now after all they had survived. Still, one thing Austin would never take for granted again was how familiar Beau was and how right he felt with him. They were meant to be. Austin definitely thought soul mate material but Beau had never really believed in that concept. Mostly because he had almost died twice in his short life now that he saw the world in a much more layered way than most. He did agree, though, that at least in this life while he still had one, they belonged together.

Part of Beau's promise to marry him again and the acceptance of his proposal was that this time, he wanted Austin to have his dream wedding. Their last marriage was spur of the moment at City Hall because he struggled back then with the concept of having a future. He thought looking too far ahead would jinx having one at all. It had been perfect for them at the time and Austin never felt he missed anything not having the big white wedding he once dreamed of as a kid. Only now, it made sense to do it differently this time around. Beau didn't want him to have to sacrifice anything for him and since they agreed to that, Austin had been all-in on the wedding planning. It had been a good distraction after news of Justin and Sasha's terrible car crash, which effectively put Austin's contract as the designer of Justin's permanent tour wardrobe and Justin as the face of Austin's clothing label indefinitely on hold. He still had a lot of other clients, of course, and designing for each new season would always keep him busy but planning their wedding was definitely a priority, second only to focusing on their relationship more this time around. All the little things that meant something, that were easy to get lost in the mix when life got hectic.

Enthusiastically singing It's Raining Men, the last song on his playlist in the car, he juggled his keys out of his pocket and by some small miracle managed to get the door open without dropping anything. He nudged it open with his hip and did a quick pirouette through the door, letting it swing closed behind him. He was only a few steps inside the sprawling open-planned loft apartment when he stopped short, spotting Beau sitting on their modular sofa nursing a beer on his chest. The apartment was dimly lit by only one lamp by their open fireplace and even though the TV was on, Beau didn't seem to be watching it.

"Hey, darling. What are you doing home? I wasn't expecting you until later. I thought you were working the evening. Shit, did I open the wrong day on our Google Calendar again?" He dumped all the bags on the dining table and came over to Beau, leaning over his shoulder to give him a kiss and a cuddle. "Beer, huh? Everything okay?"
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[personal profile] signofthetimes
Who: Tara Campbell, Beau Watson, Brandon Blake and Merlin Blake
What: Results
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this and this

As promised, Jaxson woke Brandon up later that afternoon and he had to admit, having a good few hours of steady sleep definitely helped him feel a bit better and his head didn’t feel so much like it had a demonic jackhammer going off inside his skull. It took him awhile to fully wake up and battle dragging himself out of the warm cocoon of their bed so before heading back to the hospital, he decided to take the bath he had been planning with the muscle soak before Cillian had intercepted him in the lobby.

It gave him a lot of time to think lying there in bubbles letting the warm water soothe all the aches and pains through his body. Not to mention, bathing actually made him begin to feel human again. When he got back to the hospital to see Merlin, he was freshly shaven and his still slightly damp hair was combed back from his face. He opted for a comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white Balmain knit sweater because he planned on visiting with Merlin for as long as he was allowed.

Merlin was out for the count when he arrived so Brandon asked to speak to his doctor to get some updates on how he had been... )

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[personal profile] fabulousfashionista
Who: Austin and Angel Shaw
What: Surprise Visitors
Where: Austin's Loft Apartment
When: After this

When his doorbell sounded, Austin shot awake with a jolt. He was lying on his stomach, one arm looped around a naked Beau asleep in the bed next to him. He propped himself up on his hand, groggily peering around through squinted eyes to try and figure out what had woken him. His immediate thought was that Beau had woken him for some reason, which made his gut do a little flip-flop to even think of. He didn't know if he could tell Beau this, but ever since Beau told him he had clinical depression and had contemplated ending his life, that was a worry hanging over his heart. Even if Beau reassured him he had no intentions of acting on the thoughts and his psych treatment had been successful in controlling them.

He was careful to shift in the bed so Beau didn't wake up and blearily flopped out of bed to grab his robe and face mask. He was trying to messily tie the robe's sash around his waist when he answered the door, again just expecting it to be a delivery driver. At the sight of his masked twin brother, Angel, Austin squeaked in surprise. "Oh my god!" He grabbed his twin in a smooshing reflexive hug because it had been months since he had seen him in person and it was either that or burst into tears at seeing him.

"You're here! Fuck, why are you here?" he quickly added, lightly shoving Angel back to arm's length so he could assess if he was okay or not. Then he yanked him back into the squeezing hug, social-distancing be damned.
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[personal profile] fabulousfashionista
Who: Austin Shaw and Beau Watson
What: Surprise Visits
Where: Austin's Loft Apartment
When: Evening

Austin usually wasn't the sort to get bored but this pandemic lockdown alone at home had him raking through just about every tolerable offering on the Netflix catalogue and almost completing designs for his entire next season collections complete with prototypes. He had been overseas when everything hit and rushed home so he wouldn't have to be stuck out of the country if borders shut but it meant he had to isolate for a couple of weeks alone and by then, everyone he might've been able to stay with were in their own lockdown and doing their best to take care of themselves.

Beyond boredom, there was loneliness. He was a people person, as extroverted as they came, so all this was challenging. He was really just how lonely being a divorcee without restaurants, nightclubs, or cocktail parties to entertain himself and take his mind off things. His normally honed fitness regime had well and truly lapsed, so much so that instead of working out like he had been putting off for days, he fell asleep on the sofa hugging the Netflix remote and was woken up when his doorbell rang.

The doorbell wasn't a foreign sound. He had been ordering way more takeout than he wanted to admit but only from his favourite places because he knew they were hygienic and he was a bit of a germophobe. Or a lot of a germophobe. He had always been one but it increased significantly when he was married to Beau, who's immune system had been completely decimated when his leukemia relapsed and he needed bone marrow to survive it. Other than being bored and lonely, undoubtedly what had occupied his mind the most was his ex-husband. He didn't want to dwell but it was hard not to when you were stuck self-isolated alone.

This time, he hadn't ordered any food and a quick check of his phone told him he'd actually been napping for close to two hours. He grabbed one of the face masks he had made for himself, because there was no way he could settle for a boring medical one, and pulled it on before he answered the door. He had been expecting a neighbour or a delivery guy dropping something at the wrong address, so he was stunned when he opened the door and Beau was standing there.

"Beau!" he squeaked. Since this whole thing happened, Beau had pretty much gone underground. He wasn't working or leaving his home at all because his immune system was still compromised. If he caught this virus, it could very likely kill him. "What the-- why are you--?"
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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
Who: Beau Watson and Austin Shaw
What: Try to look forward
Where: Austin's new apartment, NYC
When: Simultaneous to this

Beau rolled onto his back, tugging the sheets with him and let out an apathetic breathless sigh. He gazed up at the ceiling, swiping his hand over his sweaty face. Then he closed his eyes and knotted his fingers in his hair, feeling the steam drain out of him.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that, should we?” Austin bit his lip, clutching to the corner of the sheet with a hesitant glance thrown in Beau’s direction. He wasn’t even sure he should speak up. Beau was totally unreadable in this moment and Austin was painfully aware his ex-husband - who he was still in love with - was naked in bed beside him. He was also still painfully erect beneath the sheets but he wasn’t going to verbalise that. He just had to think unhappy thoughts to try to get it to go down but the more he tried not to think about it, the more his dick felt like it was throbbing.

Unexpectedly, Austin did manage to find an apartment in the time since he got trashed and Beau hooked him up to a banana bag in hospital and that Beau was away on a conference followed by a brief secondment to consult on a case in Minnesota. He really didn’t expect Beau to text him when he returned. But true to his word, as always, Beau kept his promise and shot Austin a text suggesting they should give this talking thing another shot. The apartment Austin found was a loft and was still empty, save for a mattress on the floor, a couple of beanbags, and a fridge. He tried to keep busy and not hyperfixate on Beau, which is how he managed to find an apartment and sign a lease. There hadn’t been time to go furniture shopping but at least he didn’t have to tell Beau to meet him in a hotel room for their all-important follow up ‘talk’.

As soon as Austin answered the door to Beau, he knew something was different... )

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[personal profile] fabulousfashionista
Who: Austin Shaw and Beau Watson
What: Working on Closure
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this

When Liam was giving Austin the pep talk at the party about going to see Beau and why, after enough drinks to nearly trip down the stairs, he had a lot more balls than he did arriving at the hospital about to face the inevitable. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have gulped down two glasses of water and a large black coffee to try to sober up a bit before he got to the hospital. He had to get the cab to stop a block too soon when none of it wanted to stay down on top of however many New Year's appletinis he had been drowning his sorrows in. But at least that and the walk in the chilly winter air sobered him up a bit more before he got to the hospital.

Liam said that Beau was working the nightshift because he was monitoring Brandon closely with the Graft-versus-Host Disease, something Austin knew about because he researched everything about bone marrow transplants when Beau was sick again during their marriage. Apparently Beau and Brandon had the same type of leukemia but Beau's chance of getting GvHD was less because his brother had donated the marrow. Even still, Beau had been so sick, they nearly lost him. Austin really did know what Merlin was going through. A whole lot of terrifying crap you could barely think about because you thought every time you woke up, your husband wouldn't be breathing or every next conversation with a doctor, they would give a terminal diagnosis.

It was also why Austin knew the Oncology Unit almost as well as they knew their home at the time. As soon as he got there, he was having second, third, fiftieth thoughts. His stomach was churning more with nerves than from the booze he had. The only thing stopping him turning around and getting another cab back to where he was staying was knowing Liam would ask Beau if he came, so he would be sprung anyway.

He expected to have to ask a nurse or a clerk to see Beau when he got to the desk, but the world was going to completely shove him into the deep end. As soon as he walked into the unit, quiet and dim for night, Beau was sitting at the circular nurses station nursing a grande cup and laughing at something the nurse sitting with him was saying. Beau looked up when he realised someone was coming into the unit and Austin saw the exact moment the penny of shock dropped.

"I ran into Liam at the party..." he murmured, clearing his throat, glancing at the nurse with a rush of relief she wasn't male. It wasn't Zander, Beau's boyfriend.
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[personal profile] irockthemic
Who: DJ Wes-K and Everyone else at the New Year's Party!
What: Happy New Year!
Where: Manhattan, NYC
When: New Year, after this

Wesley didn't realise how much he missed DJ'ing until Justin asked him to for the New Year's party. He almost said no, considering everything going on with Merlin and Brandon. But when he told Merlin, his BFF told him to stop being basic and to go along and have plenty of fun for all of them. That lead to Wes being in his absolute freaking element, especially when he discovered the DJ System he would be using was ultra state-of-the-art, better than anything he had ever mixed on. If this thing was a person, he'd want to fuck it. He had no qualms telling Noah that either, who laughed his head off at the imagery of Wes hugging the system. Then to top it off, Justin told him it was his to manage and use whenever he wanted and Wes decided if he wasn't already thoroughly taken by Sash, he'd want to sleep with Justin too. He was that much of a music junkie.

Still, something even better than that came before the party and music really kicked off. Just after he went to get Justin to get the show on the road, Merlin called him to tell him that Brandon's doctors just confirmed his meds were working and he was officially out of the woods again. He still had the whatever thing where Merlin's bone marrow was trying to attack his immune system - or something along those medical lines that Wes didn't completely understand - but it was being well controlled and that meant Brandon was feeling a little better overall. Things were looking up and Merlin was happy he got to kiss his husband for New Year, even if it was in a hospital isolation room. Brandon still had a pulse and was still breathing. It was good news, all things considered.

So, Wesley had the awesome job of leading the countdown to midnight and as soon as the ball dropped, he and Noah shared an epic kiss, and he started to lead a sing-a-long of Auld Lang Syne, while all the party-goers hugged, snogged, sang, cheered, laughed, and all those awesome Happy New Year things. It definitely hadn't been the best year of Wesley's life but some awesome things outshone the worst. He was glad to see the back of last year, though. Once the New Year was officially rung in, he put the rock version cover of Auld Lang Syne by Dropkick Murphys and sat back with his bottle of Coke to enjoy the view of everyone having celebrating and enjoying themselves.
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[personal profile] rescuinglives
Who: Aaron Watson and Beau Watson plus Luke Jackson
What: Big Brother Love
Where: The Bondi Bar & Aaron's Apartment, NYC
When: After this and this

Aaron was in the middle of a really sound sleep after a crazy Christmas nightshift on the chopper taxing serious emergencies to hospitals, when his phone rang. He debated with ignoring it but it was Christmas Day and he promised his parents he would leave his phone up for family. With all three Watson brothers now back to being single eligible bachelors, they opted to work for the holidays so people with kids could be home with their families.

He just wasn’t expecting the phone call to be a Batcall that involved him having to drag his ass out of bed in the fucking freezing cold winter weather to go to a bar, not for drinking - if only - but to stop his baby brother ending up in an ER with alcohol poisoning. That wasn’t a Merry fucking Christmas Aaron wanted to have to call his folks up and report. Beau was a grown adult and a big boy but it was really out-of-character for him to go to a bar in the day and drink. Drink alone on Christmas Day. Drink at all, full-stop. Beau had never been a big drinker because being a cancer-survivor left him a lightweight. He wasn’t usually a fan of how booze made him feel. So, what the hell was this? It had to be a crisis. Which is why Aaron was bounding up the stairs into Luke’s bar in Soho in sweatpants, a beanie, a scarf, two pairs of gloves, and two pairs of socks when he should be in bed.

When he texted, Luke said he wasn’t sure how many Beau had but he was probably going to need help getting home at some point... )

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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
Who: Beau Watson and Austin Shaw
What: Ghosts from the Past
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this

Beau ended up staying at the hospital for a good forty-six hours on shift with everything going down with Brandon. He still had a patient load but he was one of Brandon’s primary doctors and it was probably one of the most full-on cases he had ever worked on. It was harder because Merlin was like family. Tara staged an intervention on him and told him to go home to sleep and eat (even enjoy Christmas if he could squeeze it into his other vital self-care), promising to call him if anything changed with Brandon. It wasn’t anticipated. His condition was stabilised with steroids and prophylactic drugs, so it was a waiting came to see if the Graft-versus-Host got worse. Before Beau left, he checked in on him and Merlin, glad to see they were both sleeping.

So, he was running on empty heading out of the hospital. He was way overtired by this point, so probably wouldn’t even be able to fall asleep when he got home. He couldn’t even have a fuck to help him unwind because Zander was coming on shift just as Beau was leaving. This was crappy downside of both being medical professionals, there would always be times their rosters clashed and there would always be times Beau worked overtime on stupidly long shifts, depending on what his caseload was like.

He was checking his messages on his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed anything urgent when he stepped out of the elevator on the groundfloor and slammed into someone going to step inside... )

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[personal profile] signofthetimes
Who: Brandon Blake, Merlin Blake, Beau Watson, Jesse Hartley, and Lachlan Campbell
What: Happy Birthday & Merry Fucking Christmas
Where: Oncology ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Early hours of Christmas morning

Beau hit the 40th hour of his on-call shift when his pager went off. He wasn’t sure how much sleep he got on one of the bunks in the residents on-call room but he must have crashed as soon as his head it the pillow. He was groggy and disoriented when he reflexively fumbled for his pager, still mostly asleep. “Shit. Fuck. Shit and fuck,” he mumbled, fumbling out of the tangle of sheets and flopping onto the floor from the bottom bunk.

He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror above the sink, raking his fingers roughly through his hair to try to tame it a little... )

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[personal profile] magicmoments
Who: Merlin Blake, Olympia Duvall and Beau Watson (with Brandon Blake)
What: Heavy Burdens
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this

It was Olympia who found a unique way for Merlin to interact with people beyond the glass walls of the isolation hospital room Brandon had to stay in until the bone marrow engraftment took and his immune system began to recover. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he was going stir crazy. He adored his husband so much and he was in agony with how sick Brandon was but it was proving to be the hardest thing in the world stuck in a room with him and being unable to communicate with him at all. Merlin tried talking to him. He tried reading to him. He definitely tried bawling all over him in a sobbing snotty mess so many times he lost count. But other than the doctors and nurses, even though they were familiar faces, it was hard not being able to spend time with his family and friends.

There had been some FaceTiming. His parents checked in daily but Merlin didn’t always feel like talking. He chatted a bit to Jesse and Damien. He had a long talk with Jaxson, trying to reassure him it was okay to be feeling fucked up with fear that Brandon might die and he couldn’t get close to him to say goodbye if the time came. Merlin asked Tara about that, what might happen if Brandon lost the fight. She told him that the first thing they might notice is Brandon’s skin would feel cool and maybe begin to get a slight blueish tinge as his circulation slowed and his blood pressure would drop significantly. There could be organ failure.

It would be quick but they would have signs... )

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[personal profile] magicmoments
Who: Merlin and Brandon Blake vs. The Universe
What: Where has my light gone?
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Couple of days after this

Things with Brandon had taken a bad turn. Overnight, his condition deteriorated but his test results showed the conditioning irradiation with chemo and radiation therapy was successful in killing the cancer cells in his body… but it also, as expected, annihilated his immune system so he was now in a full isolation room with restricted visitation. Not that visitation mattered because he was barely waking now. Tara was keeping him on top level morphine dosage, which knocked him out, on top of an extensive cocktail of other meds to try and make this as easy as possible for him. There just wasn’t anything ‘easy’ about it.

But the day had finally come for Merlin’s procedure to harvest his healthy bone marrow from his hip bones for transplanting into Brandon, so that was adding to his anxiety. The worse Brandon got, the more hope Merlin lost that he could survive this. He didn’t know exactly when the procedure was but they told him he could wait with Brandon until they had to take him to the OR. He had lost track of time because he hadn’t slept in over two days. He knew Brandon really would have wanted to be awake and here for Merlin going into the procedure but he wasn’t well enough. All Merlin could do was sit and hold his hand. He tried to nap but he couldn’t alleviate the anxiety and fear of what could come next. He would go for his procedure in the morning where they harvested his bone marrow

At least the isolation room was a decent size with a large window that had views over Central Park but it was still claustrophobic... )

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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
Who: Beau Watson and Brandon Blake
What: The Dreaded C Word
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this

Beau closed the door of the lounge for some privacy and sunk into the nearest armchair, putting his coffee on the table beside him. Brandon was already sat in a nearby armchair with the footrest kicked out. He was in a fluffy robe over pyjamas and had a heated blanket wrapped around him. Beau had a consult earlier with Tara about Brandon's case management and she mentioned Brandon wanted to talk to him about some of the more personal shit that could happen with chemo. Beau had beat leukemia twice, so he was pretty much an expert. In fact, his chemo regime was exactly the same as what Tara had him on throughout his second fight, but chemo affected different people in different ways.

He had just disconnected Brandon from his daily infusion and had read in his notes that Brandon had pretty much slept away the better part of two days. He also had a massive nosebleed the day before which led to a syncope episode in the shower. But he'd been eating more on his chemo rest days, which was one thing Tara was hoping to achieve in the four-on, three-off regime. Brandon didn't look well, so Beau wasn't sure how much he would achieve here but Brandon would have his undivided attention as long as he needed it.

"Okay, hot stuff, I'm all yours... right after I take your obs because I need to keep a close eye on that temperature." He wrapped the sphyg cuff around Brandon's bicep and put his stethoscope in his ears to check his blood pressure. Once he was done, he noted the stats in Brandon's file. "BP low, temp still a little higher than I want. I'm going to order some bloods to make sure nothing else is going on. In the meantime, take this for me and see if we can bring the temp down a little. We'll go to Plan B if you can't keep that down." He handed Brandon a tiny cup of Tylenol elixir.
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[personal profile] playingtowin
Who: Zeke Wyatt and Beau Watson with a side order of Zander Carlyle
What: Chemo'ing
Where: Oncology Outpatients Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Friday

Today, Zeke didn’t want to watch the chemicals start being pumped into his system. He had a three week break from chemo because his body needed rest from it, and in that time, he was feeling better than he had in ages. To better, because then he took it for granted. He hung with Shannon loads, even chilled with his aunt on the farm while she tended the animals. There were days Fin came around and they listened to music, playing with Rusty, who was still this adorable tiny fluffball that fit in the palm of your hand or your pocket. Not that Zeke did too much. He wasn’t stupid. He knew his limits. He also was miraculously fixed just because he was breaking from chemo. He still felt weak and ill, which is what he was. The cancer was still in him, he still had the stoma bag (which he hated with a dying - pardon the pun - passion), his hair was still falling out, he was still recovering from major surgeries and no guarantees he wouldn’t need more yet. But it was still better than he had been.

“All done, hon. Is there anything I can get you? 7Up? Freezer Pop?” the nurse offered.

“No, thank you. I’m just going to try to sleep,” Zeke murmured without opening his eyes. He felt her soft caring pat to his shoulder and heard her sensible nurse shoes tip-tapping away on the lino, leaving him alone. He opened his eyes again once he was alone… ish. He was in the chemo outpatient unit, so there were others in the room with him. He didn’t need a bed this time. He was still relatively okay enough to be able to take one of the cushy recliner chairs. The first thing he had done was push the footrest out and lie back.

It was summer, but he still had on warm track pants and a hoodie, hood up, of course... )

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[personal profile] notskywalker
Who: Luke Jackson and Beau Watson
What: Booze & Empathy
Where: The Bondi Bar, NYC
When: Evening

It was a relatively quiet evening at The Bondi. There were always the regulars or the tourists wanting to come see the Aussie bar in the middle of Manhattan, but Luke's mind really wasn't on work that night. It was in a billion other places that came with life as a single dad of a child who had an illness. Recently, he developed a whole new appreciation for the challenges Mark, Euan, and Lorenzo had all faced His marriage had crashed and burned. This was life now. It was hard, but he wouldn't change it for anything. If he could change anything, it would be to give his son his health. Milo might not be his biologically, but he was Luke's world. He would die for that little boy. In many ways, because he was adopted, that made the fire of fight inside Luke burn even brighter. But some days were just play exhausting, which is why he was standing there wiping the same clean glass for the third time before accidentally putting it back on the dirty tray.

Instead of focusing on work, his eyes were on the other end of the bar. Soon, a hand came up and flagged him down. He flung the towel over his shoulder and went over to Beau, eyes trailing along the line-up of empty glasses that was impressively neat considering how steaming Beau was. "Are you really sure you want a top-up, mate? You're going to regret all this in the morning. Trust me, I tried this when my marriage busted up. It didn't help a fucking thing. It just made me puke my guts up and want to punch something even more." Still, his hand was on the bottle of Scotch Beau had been plowing through one shot at a time, coupled with three schooners of beer. "How about I take you home instead?"
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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
I think I'm going to join Puppetry of the Penis.
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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
Who: Beau Watson-Shaw and Zeke Wyatt
What: Dr. Yoda in da' house
Where: Pediatric Spinal Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday morning

Of course Beau didn't mind at all helping a kid out who'd had cancer. That was the whole reason he did this job. He was still studying to specialise in Pediatric Oncology, even if it had been put on hold while he battled leukemia for a second time in his life. He had been gradually getting back on track, but Pediatric Oncology was where his heart was at. But yes, he had to try to go through puberty in the wake of chemotherapy so he knew all-too-well the challenges this Zeke kid was facing. Justin had called him up and explained the situation, and then got his new boyfriend (Beau had NO idea happened there, but he was so far behind the Eight Ball, it wasn't funny) to send him through a picture of the kid he was looking out for.

Beau finished his night shift and planned to see if he could find Zeke that morning before he went home to bed. Shannon was in the hospital. Beau knew that via Nate, who was his main doctor at the moment while Shannon was in serious but stable condition. He would remain that way until the spinal surgeon felt confident Shannon could be moved without risking permanent paralysis. Shannon was Zeke's cousin, so he was going to be emotionally wiped out as it was. That was okay. That was also something Beau was well-versed in handling.

Beau chatted with the girls at the desk for a few moments and then showed them Zeke's photo on his phone, seeing if the kid was around that morning. They directed him to one of the quieter waiting rooms at the end of the ward that had views over the park. Zeke was sitting in there alone, staring out the window. "Hey, buddy. Have I got a Zeke here? I'm Beau. Sasha put out a Batcall through Justin that you might need someone to have a bit of a on the QT chat?"
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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
Okay, darling, time to spill. What's going on in your head? I can't just sit here and let you never come back to New York. This is where you belong.
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[personal profile] fraternalfashionista
Who? Austin and Beau Watson-Shaw with baby Elliott
What? Bringing home the biggest little change of all
When? Monday night
Where? The Watson-Shaw home

Austin had to admit, as he and Beau walked into the apartment building, the baby carrier in the crook of his elbow, that he was scared to fucking death. Excited beyond words, yes. But terrified just the same. He and Beau had more than wanted this. Becoming parents together was something that had become very important to both of them. But having little Elliott in the hospital where there was a staff of nurses on call any time they needed them, and doctors if they had any questions. Now was where it truly came down to learning how to do it on their own... though gratefully with their own panel of experts in Angel and Rosie.

As they made their way into the high rise building, Austin and Beau showed off their wee boy to everyone from the doorman and concierge of their very expensive apartment building to Mrs. Miller, the sweet older lady down the hall whose husband was from old money and had made sure that she would live out her days in the lap of luxury when he passed on. Everyone agreed that he was adorable, Mrs. Miller even going so far as to declare him the sweetest little ginger boy to match his sweet little ginger girl cousin. She presented them with a baby blanket she'd knit by hand with different Star Wars characters, much to the delight of both daddies. But once all the showing off was done, the boys made their way into the apartment, and Austin set the carrier down and looked down at their tiny ginger son. "Welcome home, Elliott," he told the little one. "This is your home."
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[personal profile] angelwithoutwings
Off to meet our nephew! Talk about the opposite of Daisy's fashionably late but speedy entrance.
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[personal profile] halfwaytoheaven
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Beau knew that eventually, he was going to have to stop staring at the tiny baby in the hospital crib to remember to get some sleep. Eventually wasn't right now, though. He was sitting there with elbows resting on the edge of it, head in his hands just watching the newborn sleeping. He was swaddled in a fluffy blue blanket and still wearing his knitted Yoda ear hat. The last thing anyone gave a fuck about was neutrality. Contrary to popular opinion, some people actually thought the blue and pink thing was cute. If you only had one chance at a baby, you were going to jump in and take the full experience it offered, even all the tiny and insignificant parts.

He really did try to resist picking him up, but it was impossible... )
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Hi, my name is *YET TO BE DECIDED*. I'm the cutest baby in the whole world #babysfirstmohawk

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"Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." - Unknown

It had been the HARDEST thing Angela ever had to do in her life. That was no exaggeration. It was the hardest, but it was also the most amazing thing. Deciding to be a surrogate mother to Austin and Beau had been a no-brainer for her. Their first attempt had ended in a tragic way and Angela had worried she would be stepping on Rose's toes if she offered when Rose received the news she was sick and couldn't carry another baby to term after miscarrying the surrogacy. What it all turned out to be was a wonderful team effort, and Angela became part of their family. Rose was like a fairy godmother to her. She had been through pregnancy and giving birth, she knew what it was like. Never once had she made Angela feel like she was an interloper. Quite the opposite.

Although throughout the pregnancy, it had felt like it was dragging on, these last couple of weeks had flown by... )
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Who: Angela Ashwood, Emily Cole, Clint Chevalier, Austin Watson-Shaw and Beau Watson-Shaw
What: Crazy little thing call surrogacy
Where: Maternity Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Way too long after THIS

It wasn't Braxton-Hicks. That was pretty much confirmed as soon as Angela was taken to the Maternity Unit and examined. She was definitely in labour, but at that point, it had also been in the very early stages. Because Angela had some smaller issues with blood pressure drops in the last trimester where she had passed out a couple of times (hence the early maternity leave from work), they didn't want to send her home to wait until it progressed more. She was now into the 22nd hour of labour, and she was more than ready for this to be over. They asked if she wanted to get in the bath, but it lead to her having a near nervous breakdown worrying that the baby would drown, despite being reminded it was a perfectly safe way to deliver a baby who was in fluid in her belly anyway.

Still, that was a hell-to-the-no situation. Then, of course, Clint asked if he could get in the bath instead and earned a slap in the head from Angela. For the last hour, she had been standing up and pacing because it seemed to be the only thing that helped the pain. They offered her an epidural, but said it wasn't even time for that yet. As much as she hoped it would be one of those relatively quick and easy births, as Beau pointed out, it was Austin's genes so there was no way it wouldn't make a fashionably late grand entrance.

She was not seated on one of those huge fit-balls. It was purple, and now bedazzled, thanks to Austin who had made it more fashionable and blingy for her. She just hope none of those bitches broke off and got stuck anywhere uncomfortable. Clint was sitting in one of the chairs in the room and Angela had her head resting against his shoulder. Emily was nearby holding her hand. Beau was chilled out and reclined on Angela's hospital bed, while Austin looked around ready to jump out of his skin at any minute... as if there were a chance the baby might just pop out like a slingshot without warning.

She shook her head against Clint's shoulder. "I don't want to do this anymore. I give up. Someone else can have a turn. I suck at it," she moaned. She was exhausted, but still uncertain of how much longer this would go on.
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I hate to be the one to drop this news on you, but you need to get to the hospital. Angela's in labor.
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Now the sneaky bitch is trying to set me up with another surrogate in the Lamaze class. Is it au fait to slap your baby daddy?
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When one of your baby daddies is trying to talk you into trying eHarmony once you're preggers-free again.

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Dis bitch, going back to work for a day a week next week #fuckcancerbitches

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Well, I officially have a tiny person inside me, apparently about the size of a golf ball.

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Who: Angela Ashwood, Austin and Beau Watson-Shaw
What: Plan B
Where: Watson/Shaw Residence
When: Late evening, 4th July

Cold feet wasn't the reason it had taken Ange too long to get her butt here to visit Beau and Austin (or Beaustin, as they were both so fondly know throughout their friends network). She had been meaning to do it for weeks now, but she had really wanted to make sure she wasn't all up in their grill whilst they were still grieving and processing their loss. She knew it had been hard on them all, and that the miscarriage Rose had suffered was pretty bad, to the point she may have bled out from hemorrhage if she hadn't gotten to the hospital when she had. It was a hell of a lot for the family to deal with.

And then work got mental, because all of a sudden it was being announced that Euan had been promoted and was poised to step into the Captain's shoes at the precinct. Holy fuck was that a plot twist. Most were ecstatic about it, but at the same time, they knew he could be as tough as a brass monkey's balls any time he needed to be. It was going to be an interesting transition, to say the very least.

She had to get this done, though. She had to at least put it out there. It didn't matter what the outcome was, she just wanted to help in some way. So, here she was now sitting on the sofa while Austin brought them all a soda because she didn't want to trouble either of them making tea or coffee. Beau had been sitting there giving her this strange look, like maybe he was poising himself for her to say she didn't want to harvest her eggs for them anymore. It was like he was waiting for one more blow, because why the fuck not? Life didn't have a track record of being kind to him of late.

"So, how have you guys been?" she finally asked once they were all seated. "I didn't want to intrude. I know it must've been a really fucking hard time all-round."
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Who: Beau Watson-Shaw and Will Jackson
What: Life, and other hard shit
Where: Watson/Shaw Residence, Upper East Side
When: Fourth July

Beau was physically improving gradually little by little as time went one. Some days were still rough and the smallest things could have him crashing on the sofa or going to bed at 3 in the afternoon. The emotional onslaught that had come with Rose losing the baby had set him back a lot, there was no doubt about that. He had been so scared the loss would drive a wedge between them and Rose, if she couldn't deal with any of this. She definitely faltered and withdrew for a little while there, and whilst Beau and Austin wanted to do everything they could to help stop her pain, Angel had come to talk it through with them, explaining that Rosie needed time to heal and this was the only way she knew how.

They stopped taking it all so personally then. With the space she needed, Rosie started to pick up and she was getting back to her old self. But nothing had been brought up about any future surrogate attempts. It wasn't a given, and Beau was at the point now that he had given up on the whole idea. It was too painful, and they couldn't put Rose through that again. It wasn't worth the pain.

As a result, Beau had been quite down himself lately. Usually he was upbeat and tried to keep his spirits up with his blunt sense of humour. There was just a pain deep inside he was struggling to shake, trying to move on from the thought of having a family of their own. He didn't know what was supposed to come next, and it made him sad after already fighting for so much with the cancer again.

He had been watching little Daisy in the living room while Austin and Angel were somewhere on the rooftop garden probably arguing about Fourth of July decorations for their barbecue, and thick steaks on the barbecue versus delicate canapés (Austin's preference). Daisy had fallen asleep in the middle of her nest of pillows on the floor by his feet. She was a content little baby, but even moreso when she was sleepy. Beau was sitting with his feet up, on Rosie's orders, when Will arrived. Rosie must've let him in and Beau gave him a smile when he came into the living room. "Hey, dude. How's things?"
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Dude, I know you have so much other stuff going on, and I get it if you don't feel up to it, but if you do, can I come talk to you?

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