I wanted to write something inspired by the May spoilers, Gordon's letter to Aaron in the village. Going to be 2/3 chapters long, and I hope you enjoy!

Robert was walking down the street when he heard a shout behind him. Stopping, he turned to see Pete Barton chasing after him. "Can I have a word?"

"About?" Robert asked warily. He rarely had anything to say to Pete.

Pete held out an envelope and Robert shrugged, not getting the point. "I met... Aaron's father in prison," he said briefly. Robert felt as if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped over him. He now knew where this was going. "He wanted Aaron to read this." Still Pete held out the letter but Robert didn't take it.

"Please don't give that to me," Robert said, his voice low and serious, as close to begging as he ever got.

"I said I would," Pete said with a shrug, still holding the letter within arms reach. "I know... how things are with you two, and I thought... that it might be better coming from you. Do you want it or not?"

"Not," Robert said firmly.

"Fine," Pete said. "I'll find Aaron later and give it to him myself." Before Robert could make the conscious decision, he'd snatched the letter away from Pete, and held it tightly. Pete smiled slightly, without any amusement. "That's what I thought." Within moments Robert was left alone in the middle of the street, wondering what he was going to do now?

He sat in the kitchen at home, drinking coffee, the letter sat in the middle of the table as he debated what to do with it. As far as he could see, he had three options. The first was destroy it. The second was hand it over to Aaron and be there to pick up the pieces when he inevitably fell apart. After all, nothing Gordon had to say could be good news. The third was read it first, then make a decision based on what it said. Robert shook his head to himself, shying away from that option instantly. That would be such a betrayal to Aaron and he knew he couldn't do it. What if Aaron read it and started hurting himself again? That was a big fear of Robert's, that he'd eventually come under enough pressure that he'd start cutting again. If it got as bad as last time, Robert could lose him permenantly. He would do almost anything to avoid that from happening.

He sighed heavily, staring at the pale envelope. He was screwed if he did and screwed if he didn't. Aaron would be angry with him either way. "Oh God!"

"All right?" Adam said, coming into the kitchen. Robert hadn't even realised he was home.

"Fine," Robert said shortly.

"Okay," Adam said, clearly not believing him. That's when his eyes fell on the letter in the middle of the kitchen table. "What's that?"

"It's a letter," Robert said, tucking it safely inside his jacket. "You know, how people communicated before facebook." he added, trying to be sarcastic and diffuse the situation.

"A letter to Aaron?" Robert clearly hadn't been quick enough in scooping it off the table. "And it's not your hand writing either." Why did Adam have to pick now to be his most perceptive? Normally you could crash a car in front of him and he'd barely notice.

"It's from Gordon," Robert admitted.

"Then why do you have it?" Adam said, sitting opposite Robert, the kitchen table between them.

"Pete gave it to me," Robert said. "Met Gordon inside and... Well, I've got it now."

"You're not going to give it to him, are you?" Adam said, reading the look on Robert's face.

"I don't know," Robert said. "I know I should, but... seriously, is there anything Gordon will have written that will help Aaron? It'll only make him worse."

"Worse than what?" Adam asked. Robert shook his head, not going into Aaron's self harm. He didn't know how much Adam knew about it in the first place.

"Give it to him," Adam said. "He deserves to make the choice himself."

"I know, but..."

"No buts," Adam said. "Because if you don't tell him, I will. And this'll be better coming from you."

"Second time I've heard that today," Robert said, not sure if he should feel pleased or offended that everyone thought that.

"It's true," Adam said. "We all know it." Robert sighed and closed his eyes.

"Give me a couple of days," he said. "I'll tell him, but with something like this, I think I need to... pick my moment."

"Yeah..." Adam said. Robert felt the paper in his pocket and still felt the impulse to set a match to it. He couldn't, now that Adam knew, because he would tell Aaron, sooner or later. Then it would be so much worse, the fact Robert hid it from him.

That night, Robert didn't find an opportunity to bring it up. He needed Aaron calm, and Chas shouting over a packed pub, with Liv blasting the TV didn't exactly fit the bill. When they went up to bed, he decided that tomorrow would be better. Why ruin the night by mentioning it? He knew Aaron would be upset, so he held back.

In the morning Aaron woke Robert up by kissing him gently. "Mm..." Robert moaned. "Morning."

"Hi," he said softly. "I have to go," Aaron added. "It's late and I've got to take Liv to school And then the scrapyard. Catch up on work."

"Okay," Robert said. The scrapyard reminded him of Adam. Adam knew about Gordon's letter. The letter which was burning a hole in his pocket. Should he mention it...? But then the moment was gone. Aaron was getting dressed as Robert watched him.

"Stop looking at me like that," Aaron said gruffly, though a slight smile softened his face.

"Can't help it," Robert said, a lazy smile on his own lips.

"Oh, you've dropped something," Aaron said, bending down and picking up a white envelope. Which he turned over and saw was addressed to himself. It must have fallen out of his jacket pocket from wherever he'd thrown it last night as they got into bed. Oh God.

"Robert, what the hell is this?" Aaron's dark tone made it perfectly clear he recognised the handwritting too.

"Aaron..."

"What. Is. This." It wasn't a question but Robert had no idea how to answer it.

Hopefully more soon! Thanks for reading.