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I hate nightmares and poor Chris its only just going to get worse. Can I have some more reviews please? Thanks.
The Pain of Paperwork.
Chris sagged back against the pillows and covered his eyes with his arm as he tried to get his breathing and heartbeat under some sort of control.
"I'll just clean up." Buck wanted to give Chris a few minutes to calm down, he looked at the mess on the floor at the side of the bed, relieved when he realised most of the vomit had landed on a towel that the other man must have used that morning. Carefully picking it up Buck went into the ensuite bathroom to deal with it, he then left the room to get cleaning stuff to deal with the rest and once he was finished he came back and lay on the bed next to Chris.
"Thanks Buck." Chris quietly spoke, still not moving his arm.
"Don't worry about it Chris." Buck patted Chris. "Here I got you a glass of water."
Chris just shook his head, Buck reached over and put the glass on the bedside cabinet next to the prone man.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Buck put his hands behind his head and waited for Chris's response.
"I could hear Adam calling me and I was trying to find him." Chris tried not to sob, he bit into his bottom lip, struggling to continue.
Buck moved closer so his shoulder was brushing his snow silent friend. Buck knew how hard this was for Chris, and he hated that the other man had nightmares of his lost family; Buck would do anything to bring them back.
Chris felt Buck move closer and he was no longer surprised at how big a heart his close friend had. He knew the other man was a very tactile person and if Chris gave Buck the slightest hint he would be engulfed in his strong arms. Chris had to resist the urge, as he knew that if he allowed himself to give into the despair then he would probably completely embarrass himself further and cry like a baby.
"What happened then?" Buck was a patient man he could wait for Chris to tell him more.
"I was in the cemetery and found a grave, then dug it up." Chris moved his arm and turned on his side to face Buck. "Adam was in a casket and he was all burned up."
Buck turned to mirror Chris and felt his heart break at the utter sadness showing in Chris's normally vibrant green eyes. Tears welled in both men's eyes, Chris saw a lone tear spill from the expressive eyes of his friend.
"That's awful Chris." Buck did not know what else to say. "Maybe you should think about the good times, to chase away the nightmare."
Chris tried to smile at Buck who weakly smiled back; the lanky womaniser did not seem at all bothered that he was silently crying. Chris envied the ease in which Buck was able to show his feelings.
"Hey Stud do you remember when we tried to make a chocolate cake for Sarah's birthday?" Buck chuckled when he thought back to the episode which had ended with Adam, Chris and himself covered in chocolate, flour and with a cake that only they could be proud of.
Chris smiled as he thought of the laughter and smiles that day had brought about, he remembered being covered in flour and chocolate and Buck and Adam eating almost as much chocolate as they put in the cake. He remembered Sarah's reaction to the men in her life baking for her, he also fondly recalled having to clean the kitchen, with Buck whining like a little boy because the flour seemed to cover everything imaginable.
"Yeah Buck I remember, especially you getting in trouble for letting Adam eat so much chocolate." Chris laughed at pout on Buck's face.
"You said we could eat it." Buck was happy to see a spark in Chris's eye again. "And Sarah enjoyed the cake."
"I miss them Buck so bad, it's like a huge piece of my heart is missing." Chris admitted.
"I miss them both too Chris." Buck felt it was good that Chris was admitting to how he was feeling.
"Do you remember when Adam got chicken pox? Chris smirked at Buck, who frowned back.
"That's mean Old Dog very mean." Buck shivered slightly.
"But it was funny you and Adam both itching like fiends." Chris laughed recalling Buck covered in calamine lotion and being told off by Sarah every time he attempted to scratch.
"You can laugh now but it wasn't funny." Buck stomped off the bed, lifted the covers and climbed back in and to get his own back on Chris he stuck his cold feet against his leg.
"Buck." Chris yelped moving away from the chilly feet. He never even commented on Buck getting into bed with him, it was not the first time and Chris doubted it would be the last time they share a bed.
"Yeah well I was cold." Buck grunted, and laughed as he remembered another incident from the past.
"What you thinking about now?" Chris shook his head as Buck grinned at him.
"So what did you do to make it up to Sarah when you broke the bed?" Buck innocently asked smiling as the Larabee glare came into affect.
"That was you, jumping up and down on it." Chris laughed as the imagine of Buck bouncing up and down on the bed popped into his head, with Adam squealing from the man to go higher and higher, until with crack the bed broke. "You blamed me and Sarah made me fix it, she loved that bed."
"Yeah she did." Buck smiled.
The two men continued to reminisce, speaking of their favourite moments with Adam and Sarah. Buck looked over at the digital alarm clock and he noted that it was nearly midnight; he noticed that Chris had not replied to his last question, looking closer at the blond man facing him, he was glad to see the other man appeared to be sleeping. Buck snuggled down further under the covers as he wanted to stay close to Chris, and closed his eyes and settled down to sleep.
Chris could hear snoring right down his ear, his eyes opened and he blinked confused. Chris expression cleared as he realised that he was in bed with Buck, and the other man was spooned up behind Chris. Chris had forgotten how Buck liked to snuggle, and he snored like a bear. Chris looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was five am; he decided to get up and attempt to make some headway with regard to the expenses paperwork.
Buck rolled over and stretched, looking around he saw that he was alone and that it was now nearly seven thirty in the morning and time to get up.
Chris had been steadily making his way through the expenses and was quite pleased with his progress, although he would still have to work long hours to get the task done before the deadline Spikes had set. Chris was relieved that his migraine seemed to have passed although his head still hurt it was not the debilitating pain of the previous day.
The study door opened and Buck walked in dressed and ready for work, he gave Chris a grin and then plonked himself on the leather recliner opposite the large desk.
"So how long have you been up?" Buck hoped that Chris had not been up working for long.
"Not long, just catching up on some paperwork." Chris did not look up from the computer screen.
Buck did not look convinced but decided to let the matter drop, for now atleast.
"Do you want me to drive today?" Buck made the offer, not sure if Chris would take him up on it.
"Sure Buck, if you want to." Chris shut down his computer.
Buck bounced to the door throwing it open he waited for Chris to catch up. Chris chuckled as he was struck once again by how like a child the other man was, it was no wonder Adam had found a kindred spirit in Buck.
Chris was enveloped in a boisterous hug and pulled out the door by a laughing Buck.
"Let's go then."