I Hate to Turn Up out of the Blue Uninvited [For Mac]

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Discovering the truth of her parentage was nothing. She'd never aspired to be anything great, didn't want the position of ambassadress that was on the short list of suggestions in that file they'd kept on her life. Henry questioning his goodness was worse. Franco breaking it off because he wasn't sure if he truly cared for her or if it was just genetic compulsions was worse. Nicol withdrawing almost completely from her life was worse.

That was enough for her to fall back off the wagon for a few months. But like most (not all. Some took a more permanent escape from their new reality) of the Rewriters, she was resilient. Got back on again alone. It helped when Henry started smiling again. Helped when Franco told her he wanted to try anew. Nicol was still distant, but while it hurt, she understood. Kept him posted on her life in the little ways she could, went to his mother's funeral when the time came.

Things got better, after that. After a year back together she and Franco decided that, genetic compulsions or no, they loved each other and that was that. The wedding was a happy thing. Franco's business-- started with the aid of the money the government had been quietly forking over to keep all of them quiet about the whole mess that was their lives-- began to boom. They decided to go back to France where they'd first fallen in love and start their new life afresh.

And it had been so wonderful. After a while they found out she was expecting, and that was a happy thing. Then they'd gone to get some testing done, to see if their origins would have any effect on their child.

And that's when they found signs of Franco's illness, and everything had been a downward spiral since. Writing to tell her big brother of the pregnancy and of Franco's sickness was forgotten,as they first tried to fight the disease, then prepared for the end and ensuring she was well cared for after it. He told her she should go back to her family. She agreed she would.

Which is why, six months pregnant and two weeks widowed, she'll be arriving on Nicol Macintyre's doorstep.

Other than the baby, he's more family than anything else she has in this world.

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The incredulousness in his voice has her looking up at him, and as she realizes she'd completely neglected to even mention to him the name she and Franco had selected for their son, she smiles the shakiest, saddest of smiles.

"Franco-- Franco was adamant that we not actually name him Nicol. And I thought Nico Francis sounded better than the other way 'round."

Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, and the distress of before just looks like hollowness now.

"If-- if you'd rather not the attachment I can reconsider--"

But then she'd lose any chance of even marginally having him in her life. Of immortalizing in a way the connection that she believed-- had always believed-- they'd shared. The love that, for her at least, had always, always been undoubtedly real.

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"\Don't be ridiculous./"

The future PM of England needs to be able to step away from his personal life, likely, but he also needs to be a human being. He needs to love his family and take care of his own. He needs to brush his fingers over his little sister's cheek as he drops back down onto his knees again.

"\I'm going to help you look after him. A name's hardly going to be too much of an attachment./"

Because if it were just that they were 'supposed to' be in proximity, 'supposed to' care for each other, then removing himself should have nixed this overwhelming emotion. The time apart should have dulled him back from the swell of devotion that washes over him as his fingers drop from her cheek to rest hesitantly on her very pregnant stomach.

"\I can't-- It's going to be complicated,/ Moira, \but--/"

But she was going to come live here. With him. Where he should have kept her this whole. Where she should have been able to run the moment her life turned haywire.

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There's a trembling in her shoulders that rapidly turns into a sob of both grief and relief, "Bráithre..."

For a moment it's all she can manage as the tears start to fall again. Nico, perhaps sensing his mother's distress, stirs a little more, a tiny foot pressing just briefly against his namesake's hand.

"...Nicol, \I'm so scared./" Terrified, even. Terrified and mourning and so very, very unsure of what to do.

But at least she's not alone anymore. He's reassured her of that much.

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The kick is almost missed. He's never wrapped his mind around the idea he might have a child to look after, a pregnant woman to see to--at least not until he'd already secured power for himself. It doesn't quite make him smile, not when he's got to lift his hands to her cheeks and wipe at tears, just like he'd done since they were barely more than children themselves.

"\I know, my pulse, I know. But you're not alone now./" She had one of the sharpest minds in the world on her side again. A touch on the ruthless side, perhaps, but incredibly devoted to her. Better to have the dragon on your side if the dragon exists, right? "\You just need to keep breathing now. Keep taking care of the baby. Let me take care of everything else./"

The government had royally screwed them over in the past. Now? Now it was going to help make Moira Scott's life safe and beautiful.

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She would take this dragon over any other. At least with him, she can catch at one of his hands in desperation, squeeze tightly as she tries to get herself to breathe steadily again.

"\Thank-- thank you. So much,/ bráithre."

She's going to survive this. They all are-- her, Nicol, and the baby. Her family.

Anything's survivable when one has that.

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"\Don't thank me./"

He doesn't deserve her thanks. Not now. Not after the fact he'd cut her out so long. He's in repentance now. He's in the making things up. He should be thanking her for coming to him despite the way he'd abandoned her.

Or maybe he should just shift up beside her to give her a tight hug.

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The hug is exactly what he should be doing. It's not quite the same fit as it used to be, of course, but the way her head nestles in against his shoulder is exactly the same as it has been since they were children.

As is the barely-heard, "\I love you/" that she can't help but murmur against his ear.

She's never doubted it. Never will.

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He should be able to say it back instantly. He used to be able to. Now, it takes a moment of clinging tight and remembering her in his arms.

Better to ease into it. "...I love you too, Moira. I... \I do love you./"

And always had. It hadn't hurt until just now.

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Love always hurts. Sometimes it takes a while to reach that point of pain, sometimes it's a constant state of agony. But that also makes it that much more real-- and sometimes makes it that much more sweeter.

It's something of both, now, "\...I know you do./"

And that meant they were going to be okay, right?

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"\I hope so./"

Hopes she feels it when he's holding her, at least. Hopes she understands it when he drops a kiss to her forehead, briefly rests a hand on the swell of her stomach and smooths protectively over where the boy had kicked before.

Hopes she understands that he's got to stand up and start neatening his cuffs, dusting off his knees, getting his mind whirling again. "\I'm going to need you to go to a hotel. I'll come tonight./"

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She understands. It's taken her the years apart to properly reconcile herself with his perspective on things, but she gets it. Will manage a calm nod as she tucks her hair back behind her ears and sets herself back to rights again.

"\D'you know which one's the closest? I'll head there./"

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"The Lanesborough."

It requires switching back to proper English. Which is good. Gets his head back in the game of what he's got to do. Also gets his head back into the game of behaving like the future PM of a nation rather than a nervous older brother seeing to his widowed sister heavy with child.

"They'll take good care of you there. Let them. Let Adam get a car for you. Eat something. Don't worry about the bill. Just... rest, Moira."

And let him come see her sharp and ready in the evening with a proper plan.

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"I will." It's a promise, difficult though the thought of just resting is. It's been a whirlwind of things to do since Franco passed, after all.

She'll need his hand to get herself back up out of the chair. Will keep a grip on it for just long enough to ask again, "And... you'll be by. Later on."

Not entirely a question. More of a confirmation, to reassure herself. This isn't going to be the last time for a long time; not again.

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Helping her up is as natural as anything. Squeezing her hand as his lips move into the ghost of one of his old smiles is a little more difficult, but it comes along after a few heartbeats.

"As soon as I'm done here. There's-- a lot to do, but-- as soon as I'm done, Moira. \I promise./ I'll be there. We'll make a plan."

This time it's easier to catch her chin and press a kiss to her forehead. Things are fitting into place again.

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Smiling has been hard-- at least, one that's more happy than bittersweet. Somehow, with him, she manages. Presses a kiss lightly against his cheek.

"I'll be seeing you, then."

So much sooner than the last time she'd said it. So much more of a comfort now.

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Incredibly soon. The space of a few hours. And that's all it would ever be, now.

He promises.

And he also squeezes her elbow gently as he shoos her into his aide's capable hands. She'll be comfortable, safe, for these next few hours.

And she'll let him greet her properly, he hopes, when he shows up at the room's door. Let him catch hold of her and hug her tight the way he should have greeted her at her office door.

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She'll rest as much as she can. Will let herself be taken care of, for his and for Nico's sake.

Will absolutely let him greet her properly when he arrives, and hold him as tightly as she's able.

They're back to being a proper family. She's not going to let that slip away again.