Notes: This is the last part of this fic. I'm currently working on another one, but who knows how long it will take me. I want to thank everybody who sent in reviews for doing so. And to those who don't bother with reviews, thanks for reading.
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I put the phone down and make breakfast. I am so happy that Scott's coming back. I'm starting to get sick of Kevin's tears and anger. I want him to be happy again. I have a small problem, though. Kevin cannot know that Scott's returning, or he'll want to come. I'll just come up with a harmless lie.
Kevin joins me down in the kitchen just as I finish cooking. He doesn't look too good, either.
I offer.
Kev grumbles and sits down with his coffee.
Oh shit, this usually signifies tears. What's wrong, Kev?
It was one month ago today that Scott left, he says.
I miss him. I want him to come back, Shawn, Kevin says and then starts crying.
I quickly move to be close to him. He'll be back, Kev, I say.
Kevin sits there and cries for a little while longer. We move into the living room and watch some senseless morning television. We eat leftovers for lunch, and it's time for me to leave for the airport.
When I get ready to leave, Kev's upstairs surfing on the Internet. I shout.
I'm going out!
I lie. I know that he's too sad to want to do that.
He asks too many questions. I lie again.
Okay, bye!
See ya! I shout and leave.
I get to the airport and purchase a ticket so I can get back to San Antonio tonight. My flight is scheduled to leave at 5:30 this evening, which gives me plenty of time to get my stuff out of Kev's house. Then, I go to wait for Scott to arrive.
I hear the announcement that Scott's plane has landed. I stand up to look for him. When I spot him, I'm a little surprised. He looks better than he has in many years, and he looks so much happier. All in all, Scott looks fantastic. I wave and call his name. He notices me and walks over.
Scott gives me a big hug as soon as he gets to me. I hug him back. You look great, Scott, I tell him.
Thanks. How's Kev? he asks.
He cried half the damn morning. He'll be thrilled to see you, I say.
He's not mad?
Not today.
That's good. So, how are you, Shawn?
Happy that you're back. I'll never know how you put up with Kevin all the time.
Scott laughs and simply says, I love him.
I know.
Thanks for staying with Kev. I never meant to hurt him like that. I just needed to get better, Scott says.
I understand why you left, but you owe me, I say with a smile.
Scott laughs and we walk out to the car. During the ride to the house, Scott and I talk about Kevin's bad temper of all things. I can tell that Scott is getting more nervous the closer we get to his home.
As I pull into the driveway I say, It'll be okay.
he says and gets his bags out of the trunk.
Need any help? I ask.
No thanks. Scott looks around the garage I can tell you've been living here--my house is clean.
Won't stay that way too much longer, I laugh.
Scott grins.
We walk to the front door in silence. I open the door for Scott and we walk in. Scott puts his bags down and looks around for Kevin.
Scott calls.
I hear Kevin ask before he comes running down the stairs.
Scott walks over to the stairs to meet Kev. It's a good thing he's there, too. Because Kevin trips over his own feet while he's leaping down the steps. He would certainly be on his face if Scott didn't catch him.
Scott and Kevin laugh for a second, and then kiss each other passionately.
I'm sorry, Scott says when they part for air.
I love you, Kevin says quickly before capturing Scott's lips again.
I honestly love that Scott and Kevin are back together and that they're happy again. However, I don't particularly care to watch this stuff.
Okay, that's enough with the tonsil hockey, I say.
Shut up Shawn, they both say in perfect harmony.
I laugh at them and say, Get out of my way, as I make my way up to my guest room.
What are you doing? Kevin asks.
Scott asks.
I have a flight for home at 5:30, I tell them.
You could stay for another day or two, Kevin says.
As much as I love you, Kev, I'm sick of you, I smile.
Scott laughs while Kevin pretends to be hurt by my words. We'll help you, Scott says and they follow me to my room.
For the next hour the three of us pack my bags. We have a lot of fun, too. We all have our share of hilarious jokes and funny memories of the road. We also have an in-depth debate about who's going to win the Stanley Cup. It's so great to see Kevin laughing again. It's really great to see Scott sober, too. I'm just thrilled that both of them are happy.
Kevin drives me to the airport. Of course, Scott comes with us. They haven't stopped touching each other since Scott came home. I'm beginning to think that they're going to have to be surgically separated.
Well, I guess it's time to go home, I say when my flight is called.
We'll miss you, Kevin says.
I'll miss you, too, I say.
Come here, Kevin says and pulls me into a big hug. Thanks for putting up with my shit, he whispers.
That's what friends are for, I whisper back.
Kevin lets me go, and Scott immediately pulls me into his arms.
Thanks again, he whispers.
Scott releases me, and we say our and I love you's.
So, now I sit on this plane ready to fly back home. The happy ending to this past month makes all the pain we went through worth it.
I've got to remember to call Kid when I get home and get all the dirty details of Scott's stay with him. That is, if I can get a taxi at the airport.
El fin.
