First fic for this show. I've only seen like 6 episodes, but I liked Triangle. And so a fic is born.

I wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up.

Standing over his bed and watching him sleep, I found my brain longing for him to just get up already, and look at me. Through the years we've both had our share of near death experiences, but every time I almost lose him, another line gets crossed. Another line that says that we aren't just friends any more. Another line that I have become oh-so-adept at ignoring.

But those first few minutes after one of us are coming off of one of those experiences are always the best—there is no pretension, no averting, no nothing. For those few minutes, we could stand before each other naked, because during those moments, it has the same affect on the mind—exposure.

When he did wake up he looked directly in my eyes before anywhere else, just like I'd hoped he would. Small talk ensued. I informed him that he'd been really, really stupid, and he shrugged it off like he always did, because he was used to it. He kept murmuring some gibberish about how he'd been off in 1939 somewhere, and I didn't take it all that seriously, partly because it was a complete Wizard of Oz effect, and partly because I was so relieved to have him back with me. I swear, I can't take all that much more of this, this worrying about my partner running off on some insane adventure without consulting me. It's terrifying.

I was just surfacing from my thoughts when I heard him saying, "But I'm back. I'm back because you believed me."

I hadn't known a stomach could smile, but apparently it can, because I felt that smile all the way down in my belly button. "In your dreams. I want you to close your eyes and think, there is no place like home."

And there was my sparkling wit, hard at work. It wasn't the most clever thing I've ever said in my life, but damn it, I was tired. If anyone was exhausting, he was. And if anyone was any more worth it than he was, I'd never met him.

I started for the door, and he called me back. I ambled over to his bedside, pushing my face in toward his. Too far to be in a relationship, but too close to be just friends. "Yes?"

He stared at me and at everything but me in those seconds. He's the only one I know who can do that, scatter his eyes all over the place. He opened his mouth and closed it for a second, swallowed, before replying steadily, "I love you."

He was clearly out of it—he had been off in some crazy dreamland for god knew how long, and they were pumping some pretty powerful stuff in him. I knew that he was coming off of some evidently life changing experience, and thus was probably not aware of what he was saying. But still, there was a tiny jump in my stomach as I dutifully replied, "Oh, brother," and left.

At the door, I looked back at him, settling into his bed, a small smile on his face. It was a happier smile than the one I was used to – more peaceful, less obligatory, and I found myself grinning back like a wicked fool, in spite of myself.

I didn't know what the hell had happened in the Bermuda triangle, but I did know that next time, I wanted to go there with him.

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