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Added to the Roswell Slash Archive October 24, 2001

Title: "Testing"
Author/pseudonym: Lucy
Fandom: The Forsaken
Pairing: Sean/Nick.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: New, complete.
Archive: No.
E-mail address for feedback:
Series/Sequel: Has a sequel, "Now."
Other website:
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A late night spent in the ER tests both Nick and Sean.
Warnings: Not beta'd. Just another little ficlet written in the lj to pass the time. Has a sequel that was actually meant to be part of this story, but somehow became like pulling teeth.


        "Could you stop doing that?"

        Sean looked up at Nick, startled, and dropped his hand guiltily. He'd been chewing his nails again, like he always did when he was nervous. It was an unconscious gesture, gross but calming, and he'd been doing it all night. It was a wonder he had any nails left. "Sorry."

        Nick smiled and shook his head. "Why don't you just go and - "

        Sean gave him a sharp look. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, pointedly, and sat down in the stool the doctor had vacated what felt like a couple of days - but really had been about forty-five minutes - earlier.

        "Go get some coffee," Nick protested. "No, wait. Not caffeine, you're already bouncing off the walls. Go for a walk, or something. Have a cigarette, for Christ's sake. You're making me nuts."

        "I don't smoke."

        "Maybe I can find a nurse to give you a tranquilizer, or something," Nick said. "You're driving me crazy." He stood up, but Sean grabbed him before he could take more than a step towards the door of the cubicle, and then winced as he felt the fresh stitches in his shoulder pull a little.


        "For fuck's sake - " Nick groaned, but there was obvious concern underlying his irritation. He eased Sean back into the chair, his hand lingering on his uninjured shoulder. "Take it easy, okay?"

        "I'm not going anywhere," Sean said, stubbornly. "I'm not falling for that again." He glared at Nick, wanting suddenly to hit him, but knowing that Nick could - and probably would - take him, in his currently incapacitated condition. They were both on edge and irritating the hell out of each other. It wasn't fair that in this battle _he'd_ wound up with the worst of it - twelve stitches in his shoulder, a nasty-ass cut on his thigh, and what felt like a full-body bruise. Nick didn't look much better, but he hadn't needed stitches, at least.

        "Fine," Nick said, and sat down on the edge of the examining table. He stared at the eye chart on the wall, then flopped over on his back and shut his eyes. "Just stop biting your nails."


        "Nurse? Hello? Excuse me, could you - "

        Everyone ignored him. He considered falling down in the middle of the hallway and faking a heart attack, but figured that would just get him hauled off by security. He'd already been discharged, and there was no reason for him to still be here; it was lucky that nobody had come to ask him to leave.

        Nick was still lying on the examining table; Sean thought he might be asleep, he'd been still for so long. He walked over to the head of the table, peering down at Nick's face.


        "Nothing." Sean jumped back.

        Nick's eyes opened. "You should just go, you know. Go to the motel and get some rest."

        Sean wiggled his arm, in the sling. "I can't drive."

        "I'll call you a cab."

        "I'm not leaving."

        "I'll meet you back there as soon as - "


        "I promise, I won't - "

        "Nick," Sean interrupted him. "I'm _not_ leaving, okay? Deal with it." He sat back down, and started to chew on his thumbnail.

        Nick rolled his eyes, but didn't try to argue any further.


        "Maybe I'm dying, and they don't want to tell me."

        Sean ignored him.

        "Maybe I've got, you know, cancer or something. Maybe I've only got six months to live. You'd think they'd _tell_ me, so I could go out and live my last six months, instead of being stuck in here!" Nick slammed his palm flat against the wall as he yelled the last sentence, then recoiled from the jarring impact, swearing to himself.

        Sean bit back half a smile.


        "I'm leaving. You stay here and wait, if you want. I'm going back to the motel."

        "Nick, sit down."

        "No, I'm serious. We've been in here for five hours, and nobody's come to say anything, and I'm sick of it. I'm leaving."

        "Nick - "

        "What difference is it going to make, anyway? A couple more hours, here or there? I'll just phone the lab in the morning - or the afternoon - and get the results then, right? No big deal." He walked all the way to the doorway, but didn't cross the threshold into the hall.

        Sean stood up, crossed the tiny room, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Nick," he said, softly.

        Nick visibly slumped under that touch. "Dammit," he said.

        "I know."


        "I was going to tell you."

        Sean frowned at him.

        "To your face, I mean. Instead of just pissing off and leaving you that letter back at the other hospital. I know it was, like, cowardly of me, and - I mean, I wanted to say thanks, and that I was glad that you and her were okay, even though it wasn't what I was looking for. But, you were both so relieved - I mean, I was, too, when that bastard was finally dead, and I thought maybe you and she would - " Nick shrugged. "I didn't want you to feel - " He trailed off. "I don't know."

        "But I did feel," Sean said, after a moment.


        "I did feel," Sean repeated.

        "Obligated?" Nick asked. "That's what I meant."

        "No, it isn't," Sean said. "And that's not what I felt."


        "I didn't follow you halfway across the country because I felt _obligated_, Nick," Sean said, patiently. He wondered how long it would take to do a CAT scan on Nick, see if there was anything up there, underneath that unfortunate haircut.

        Nick was staring at him. "Huh," he said.


        "Someone here waiting for blood test results?"

        Both of them looked up.

        "Me," Nick said, just as Sean pointed and said, "Him."

        The bored and distracted doctor flipped open the chart in his hands. He read for a couple of seconds, and said, "Looks like you're clean. Everything came up negative." He nodded at Sean. "What about you?"

        "I'm fine," Sean said, wiggling his shoulder.

        "Great. You can go, then. We need the room. Stop by the desk on your way out, they'll give you your bill." He scribbled something on the chart and left the room.

        Nick stared at the empty doorway.

        Sean stared at Nick.

        "Well, fuck," Nick said.

        Sean smiled. "Yeah," he agreed.


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