Title: Happening Again

Author: Cash, AKA justsomeCameokid

Pairing: Guns!Slash. Alexh Shelley/Chris Sabin.

Summary: Alex finds himself repeating his actions, and finds this raises questions.

Notes: First posted fic, please be gentle. Or not, if that's how you roll, whatev

"So, something didn't work again, and I end up sitting on the end of your bed in the middle of the night – again."

"Mmhmm."

"Telling you, again."

"Mmmm."

"And I'm not sure how, or why – and…"

"Well, they gave me two keys to the room. My own room, where I am sleeping, and I gave you one of them, because it seemed like a good idea at the time," was the mumbled reply, "that's how. And who cares why? I'm asleep, it's rude to wake me up when I'm sleeping."

"Yeah but why do I always end up here?"

"Because, 'Lex, you did it once and then thought you would repeat the pattern every time you cheat, or they cheat, or someone gets bored, or you have a moment of sanity. It usually wakes me up, too."

"I'm serious, Chris, why?"

Chris Sabin sighed and sat upright in the bed, rubbing his hair frustratedly. "Are we actually going to do this now? Because I'd like to know whether or not you're serious before I turn on this light and burn my eyes. You always start these –"

"I mean it this time," Alex said softly, shifting his weight slightly on the bed.

Chris sighed and leaned over to switch the light at the side of the bed on. Eyes struggling with the sudden influx of light, he glanced over at the other man, who was also blinking rapidly. "You don't look too good," he eventually conceded, shuffling forward, closer, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

Alex looked up, shoulders still slumped and generally looking lost. He looked away and shook his head before muttering, "I don't feel too good," he stood up, "I don't know what I expected – what I wanted you to say, but you didn't. So…" he trailed off, confused.

Chris smiled, sadly. "You already know why, Alex, but it doesn't make sense to you so you ignore it. I just – I make you feel better, that's all." Alex sat back down on the bed, closer than before, and nodded slowly. Chris pulled him close, sighing. "'Lex, I don't know why it took you so long to question this, but I waited for it."

Alex looked up sharply. He pulled away from Chris to stare at him, searching his face, questioning silently what he saw there, before pressing their lips together with pressure that increased rapidly, tongues clashing, then pulling apart suddenly, leaving the two men staring at each other, smiling faintly, short of breath. Alex grinned sheepishly. "I think I uh – I might love you, Chrissy." Chris shoved his shoulder, almost angrily.

"Idiot," he muttered, "that was the whole point."