(...see, the thing is, if I write anything long enough, it always turns to angst. But I like happy endings. So hopefully you'll keep prompting for these two crazy kids, cuz I'd hate to leave them like this... Connections 'verse (http://katiekins22.livejournal.com/8043.html))
“…what do you mean, you haven’t told him?” Maggie asked slowly, and Eliot winced. He could actually hear her eyes narrowing over the phone.
He sighed. “Uh, I mean I haven’t told him?” he repeated, picking at a scab on the back of his hand, phone clamped against his shoulder. “It just… hasn’t really come up, so…”
“It hasn’t come up. Well, nice to know I’m such an important part of your life,” Maggie said crisply.
“Maggie – ” he tried, and suddenly heard a busy signal beeping in his ear. He blinked, and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of his face to stare at it incredulously. She’d hung up on him.
This was not good. He’d been hung up on by enough women in his time to know he was now in deep trouble. He sighed again and snapped his phone shut, barely resisting the urge to hurl it against the wall. He didn’t even know why it should matter that he hadn’t mentioned their relationship to Nate, it wasn’t like she saw Nate every day, or had to work with him, or anything. Not like Eliot did.
He scowled at the phone. Okay, so maybe he did sort of understand why she might feel like he should have mentioned the fact that they were… involved to Nate. Nate, and the rest of the team, were Eliot’s… sort of family. They were part of his daily life, his friends, and disturbingly high on the very short list of people who were important to Eliot.
But that was the problem, really. They were his friends. Nate was his friend. And Maggie was… well, not Nate’s, but… He flipped the phone open and hit her number. She picked up on the fourth ring with an icy, “What.”
“He’s my friend, Maggie. And you just don’t… you don’t do that to your friend. I’m breaking one of the most critical rules of friendship. Never screw with your friend’s ex,” Eliot explained in a rush.
There was silence for a moment, then Maggie asked in a disturbingly reasonable tone, “Is that what we’re doing, Eliot? Screwing?”
“No!” he denied firmly. “I didn’t mean it like – dammit, Maggie! It’ll hurt him, okay? He’ll feel betrayed, like I stole you from him, and I – ”
“I think you’re the one that feels like you stole me, Eliot. If you didn’t feel guilty, I don’t think you’d have a problem telling Nate about us,” Maggie interrupted with unsettling calm.
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:45 pm (UTC)“…what do you mean, you haven’t told him?” Maggie asked slowly, and Eliot winced. He could actually hear her eyes narrowing over the phone.
He sighed. “Uh, I mean I haven’t told him?” he repeated, picking at a scab on the back of his hand, phone clamped against his shoulder. “It just… hasn’t really come up, so…”
“It hasn’t come up. Well, nice to know I’m such an important part of your life,” Maggie said crisply.
“Maggie – ” he tried, and suddenly heard a busy signal beeping in his ear. He blinked, and grabbed the phone, holding it in front of his face to stare at it incredulously. She’d hung up on him.
This was not good. He’d been hung up on by enough women in his time to know he was now in deep trouble. He sighed again and snapped his phone shut, barely resisting the urge to hurl it against the wall. He didn’t even know why it should matter that he hadn’t mentioned their relationship to Nate, it wasn’t like she saw Nate every day, or had to work with him, or anything. Not like Eliot did.
He scowled at the phone. Okay, so maybe he did sort of understand why she might feel like he should have mentioned the fact that they were… involved to Nate. Nate, and the rest of the team, were Eliot’s… sort of family. They were part of his daily life, his friends, and disturbingly high on the very short list of people who were important to Eliot.
But that was the problem, really. They were his friends. Nate was his friend. And Maggie was… well, not Nate’s, but… He flipped the phone open and hit her number. She picked up on the fourth ring with an icy, “What.”
“He’s my friend, Maggie. And you just don’t… you don’t do that to your friend. I’m breaking one of the most critical rules of friendship. Never screw with your friend’s ex,” Eliot explained in a rush.
There was silence for a moment, then Maggie asked in a disturbingly reasonable tone, “Is that what we’re doing, Eliot? Screwing?”
“No!” he denied firmly. “I didn’t mean it like – dammit, Maggie! It’ll hurt him, okay? He’ll feel betrayed, like I stole you from him, and I – ”
“I think you’re the one that feels like you stole me, Eliot. If you didn’t feel guilty, I don’t think you’d have a problem telling Nate about us,” Maggie interrupted with unsettling calm.