A Civil Union
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Adult ++
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19
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47,037
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72
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chapter 13
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 13
Author: ne'ichan
Email Address: faestion1@yahoo.com
Rating:PG
Pairing:harryxlucius
Warnings:m/m
Summary: The verdict.
Disclaimer: All the recognizable characters are JK Rowling's. The rest are mine.
Previous Chapters: harryxlucius@yahoogroups.com, in the messages.
Eighteen long hours later Jess Chei-Chei re-apparated into Alexa's chambers.
He looked as fresh as when he'd left, as if he'd never left. He wandered over to the desk and started searching through the papers. He lifted stacks. Looked under them. Opened a drawer. Looked inside. Stuck his head almost all the way inside, I think he tried to crawl in. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the desk. I watched him with curiosity I was unable to suppress. He said nothing, just humphed under his breath, muttering to himself.
I exchanged a look with Roberts. Who shrugged, an expression of supreme skepticism on his face. I stayed where I was, reclining on the comfortable leather couch, my arms folded behind my head. Lunch and dinner, inadequate as they had been, were distant memories. I was hungry. My stomach was growling in complaint.
Alexa re-apparated with an audible pop. I sat up. She hurried to her desk. Bent down, began talking to the small man underneath it. I couldn't hear what she was saying.
Benjamin re-entered the room from the hall, noting the two returned occupants. His dark eyes flew to Roberts' then to mine. We both shook our heads.
Alexa finally straightened. She beamed at us. "Well," she said. "He was absolutely brilliant. I feel privileged to have seen him. We've won. Now. Let's sit down and go over the facts." She fluffed out her robes.
She sat down and I rose walked over, noting how being inactive for so long, had stiffened my limbs, resumed the seat in front of her desk and she began. Three hours later the last motion of the laborious trial was covered. And my head was spinning. It was a whole different language. Not one meant for simple communication. It was a language meant for obfuscation, multiple meanings, and in my opinion, trickery. I had a headache, and Roberts had the same pained look I was betting was on my face. Benjamin, once again standing on alert behind me where I couldn't see him, was silent.
"So. We won?" I wasn't sure of it. Not with all the gobbledy-gook I'd just heard. I waited for her to respond.
"Absolutely." Alexa assured me, beaming at me. A thumping came from under her desk. An unshod foot poked out on my side of the desk, it jerked wildly. I discretely moved my foot back, keeping my eyes on Alexa's shining face. Behind me Benjamin flexed, pulling my chair backwards by a good quarter meter.
"I can tell Mr. Potter all?" I asked, bluntly, because I was having doubts about the winning thing.
"Yes, of course." She showed me a smile that bared all her teeth. I sighed silently. That was what I was afraid of. There was a catch.
"And...?" I prompted, keeping the annoyance out of my voice with the benefit of long practice. It came out pleasantly smooth, friendly. Roberts leaned forward, recognizing my tone. Benjamin stiffened, I heard his nails digging into the expensive leather of the chair next to each of my shoulders.
"Once you are married he will be privy to all the information you want to give him." Alexa told me, told us, because, honestly, I was not the only interested party.
"Once we are married. You mean I am not allowed to tell him anything before hand?" I asked, feeling a dismal gloom threaten to descend over me. "Is that what you mean?"
"No." She said brightly. "Nothing." Something deep in the back of the chair cracked as Benjamin tightened his grip.
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We sat around the table. Corn muffins heaped on a plate in the center of it. Bowls of Benjamin's special chili, usually a giant hit, were being ignored.Three cups of untouched, lightly sweetened and creamed tea sat at our elbows. Roberts sighed. Benjamin slumped in his chair, his favorite apron askew, the bow canted left.
"We'll be upfront. He might still agree to marry you." Roberts offered into the heavy silence. His tone was hopeful, but not too hopeful. I shook my head, dismally.
"He was very clear, Tobias. No disclosure, no marriage." I reminded my Companion. Recalling to all our minds the conversation we'd had with Potter most recently.
"It is just the matter of waiting few weeks." Benjamin said, hopefully. Uncharacteristically, he had a smear of chili on his apron. His aprons usually remained spotless, no matter what he was cooking. "Perhaps..."
"And a matter of knowing nothing about the situation he is agreeing to live in. How can we try to talk him into this? It is hardly in his best interest." I said. It wasn't fair to him. None of this was. He was not gay. He was young. Handsome. Intelligent. Brilliant. Kind. He deserved better. A lovely wife, children, though as I knew, children could be a mixed blessing.
"It is not like he has a choice. He has to marry you. The court would not rescind the order." Roberts said a minute later. "He, you, both of you would be breaking the law."
I sat back. Let out another sigh. Marry me. When had that become my goal? *Our* goal that Potter marry me. Not the goal of the CoWW alone. Because it was suddenly my aurors' goal as much as it was mine. Just as unexpectedly. Potter, inexplicably faced not one but three eager bridegrooms.
Benjamin stood, smoothing down the gingham checked blue and white apron. He looked down and saw the stain. He drew in a breath as he reached around to untie the apron. He took the untouched bowls and scraped the food into the waste bin. I watched his broad back. Roberts also stood.
"Well no use in putting it off. I'll go call Potter, see if he'll drop 'round." He walked out his shoulders more rounded than normal, as slumped as a man of his upright bearing could get. I pushed at the muffin in front of me. I stabbed my finger into it. Breaking up the moist treat. Scattering crumbs, squashing some under my nail. Benjamin came over and took the mess from me, wiping the table. Then he returned to the sink, filling it with sudsy water.
I sat, sulking. Alone at the table. I pouted.
ne'ichan
Author: ne'ichan
Email Address: faestion1@yahoo.com
Rating:PG
Pairing:harryxlucius
Warnings:m/m
Summary: The verdict.
Disclaimer: All the recognizable characters are JK Rowling's. The rest are mine.
Previous Chapters: harryxlucius@yahoogroups.com, in the messages.
Eighteen long hours later Jess Chei-Chei re-apparated into Alexa's chambers.
He looked as fresh as when he'd left, as if he'd never left. He wandered over to the desk and started searching through the papers. He lifted stacks. Looked under them. Opened a drawer. Looked inside. Stuck his head almost all the way inside, I think he tried to crawl in. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the desk. I watched him with curiosity I was unable to suppress. He said nothing, just humphed under his breath, muttering to himself.
I exchanged a look with Roberts. Who shrugged, an expression of supreme skepticism on his face. I stayed where I was, reclining on the comfortable leather couch, my arms folded behind my head. Lunch and dinner, inadequate as they had been, were distant memories. I was hungry. My stomach was growling in complaint.
Alexa re-apparated with an audible pop. I sat up. She hurried to her desk. Bent down, began talking to the small man underneath it. I couldn't hear what she was saying.
Benjamin re-entered the room from the hall, noting the two returned occupants. His dark eyes flew to Roberts' then to mine. We both shook our heads.
Alexa finally straightened. She beamed at us. "Well," she said. "He was absolutely brilliant. I feel privileged to have seen him. We've won. Now. Let's sit down and go over the facts." She fluffed out her robes.
She sat down and I rose walked over, noting how being inactive for so long, had stiffened my limbs, resumed the seat in front of her desk and she began. Three hours later the last motion of the laborious trial was covered. And my head was spinning. It was a whole different language. Not one meant for simple communication. It was a language meant for obfuscation, multiple meanings, and in my opinion, trickery. I had a headache, and Roberts had the same pained look I was betting was on my face. Benjamin, once again standing on alert behind me where I couldn't see him, was silent.
"So. We won?" I wasn't sure of it. Not with all the gobbledy-gook I'd just heard. I waited for her to respond.
"Absolutely." Alexa assured me, beaming at me. A thumping came from under her desk. An unshod foot poked out on my side of the desk, it jerked wildly. I discretely moved my foot back, keeping my eyes on Alexa's shining face. Behind me Benjamin flexed, pulling my chair backwards by a good quarter meter.
"I can tell Mr. Potter all?" I asked, bluntly, because I was having doubts about the winning thing.
"Yes, of course." She showed me a smile that bared all her teeth. I sighed silently. That was what I was afraid of. There was a catch.
"And...?" I prompted, keeping the annoyance out of my voice with the benefit of long practice. It came out pleasantly smooth, friendly. Roberts leaned forward, recognizing my tone. Benjamin stiffened, I heard his nails digging into the expensive leather of the chair next to each of my shoulders.
"Once you are married he will be privy to all the information you want to give him." Alexa told me, told us, because, honestly, I was not the only interested party.
"Once we are married. You mean I am not allowed to tell him anything before hand?" I asked, feeling a dismal gloom threaten to descend over me. "Is that what you mean?"
"No." She said brightly. "Nothing." Something deep in the back of the chair cracked as Benjamin tightened his grip.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
We sat around the table. Corn muffins heaped on a plate in the center of it. Bowls of Benjamin's special chili, usually a giant hit, were being ignored.Three cups of untouched, lightly sweetened and creamed tea sat at our elbows. Roberts sighed. Benjamin slumped in his chair, his favorite apron askew, the bow canted left.
"We'll be upfront. He might still agree to marry you." Roberts offered into the heavy silence. His tone was hopeful, but not too hopeful. I shook my head, dismally.
"He was very clear, Tobias. No disclosure, no marriage." I reminded my Companion. Recalling to all our minds the conversation we'd had with Potter most recently.
"It is just the matter of waiting few weeks." Benjamin said, hopefully. Uncharacteristically, he had a smear of chili on his apron. His aprons usually remained spotless, no matter what he was cooking. "Perhaps..."
"And a matter of knowing nothing about the situation he is agreeing to live in. How can we try to talk him into this? It is hardly in his best interest." I said. It wasn't fair to him. None of this was. He was not gay. He was young. Handsome. Intelligent. Brilliant. Kind. He deserved better. A lovely wife, children, though as I knew, children could be a mixed blessing.
"It is not like he has a choice. He has to marry you. The court would not rescind the order." Roberts said a minute later. "He, you, both of you would be breaking the law."
I sat back. Let out another sigh. Marry me. When had that become my goal? *Our* goal that Potter marry me. Not the goal of the CoWW alone. Because it was suddenly my aurors' goal as much as it was mine. Just as unexpectedly. Potter, inexplicably faced not one but three eager bridegrooms.
Benjamin stood, smoothing down the gingham checked blue and white apron. He looked down and saw the stain. He drew in a breath as he reached around to untie the apron. He took the untouched bowls and scraped the food into the waste bin. I watched his broad back. Roberts also stood.
"Well no use in putting it off. I'll go call Potter, see if he'll drop 'round." He walked out his shoulders more rounded than normal, as slumped as a man of his upright bearing could get. I pushed at the muffin in front of me. I stabbed my finger into it. Breaking up the moist treat. Scattering crumbs, squashing some under my nail. Benjamin came over and took the mess from me, wiping the table. Then he returned to the sink, filling it with sudsy water.
I sat, sulking. Alone at the table. I pouted.
ne'ichan