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Friday Free-For-All

Hey, everyone! Welcome to the first full weekend of 2010! As you all know, today is Friday so we have a free-for-all where you can let your imaginations and pairings go wild.

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RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, where else would i be?

_{yes I know this is my own prompt but it won't leave me alone}

A steady beeping noise woke Christian. His eyes flickered open and he groaned, licking dry lips. Hospital. And everywhere ached. He could feel the IV in the back of one hand, and the other felt tightly gripped. Gingerly he turned his head to the side, wincing at the painful pull of muscles across his shoulder.

Steve was slumped down in the chair, boots kicked off and one arm thrown across his face.

Confusion clouded Christian; how long had he been out of it for? Steve had been in Europe, was gonna be there for a couple of weeks. He squeezed Steve's hand gently, a flash of guilt hitting him as Steve jolted awake with a snort.

Steve's face lit up as his eyes landed on Christian's, relief easing the lines around his mouth. "Hey, you're awake."

"Feels like," Christian croaked.

"Hold on..." Steve frowned and, letting go of Christian's hand, reached over and poured him a glass of water. Christian drank gratefully, slumping back against the pillows with a sigh. "Better?" Steve asked.

"Mmmm. What happened?"

"Drunk driver hit your truck a couple days ago. You hit your head pretty bad. Um.. your mom and dad are just downstairs gettin' some coffee - you want me to go get them?

Christian shook his head, then swore as pain crashed through his skull. "Fuck. No, no." He tightened his grip on Steve's hand, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched as he breathed through the pain. "I'm fine," he insisted when Steve wanted to get a nurse, waves of worry radiating from him. He relaxed long minutes later with a long exhalation and opened his eyes, forcing a smile as he looked at Steve. "What are you doin' here anyway?"

Steve huffed out a laugh and ran his thumb over the back of Christian's hand. "Where else would I be?"

"Um.. you're s'posed to be in Europe. Album launch."

"Why would I be in Europe when you're in hospital in Portland?" Steve leaned over and cupped Christian's cheek in his hand, kissing him softly on the lips. "You must've hit your head harder than I thought," he teased, smiling when Christian pressed a light kiss to the inside of his wrist.

Christian laughed, his eyes sliding closed. "Dork."

"Go back to sleep, Chris." Steve settled back in the chair, propping his head up in one hand, fingers of the others tangled with Christian's as Christian slept.