Title: Nothing's Impossible
Rating: PG-13 (or thereabouts)
Author: plotbunniesrxs
Pairings: R/S, mention of J/L
Warnings: A tinge of angst, a dash of fluff, and all around adorable.
Summary: Sirius shows Remus his new flat. Prompt from scarvesnhats, Day Five. 720 words.

Nothing's Impossible

"Can I take off this ridiculous blindfold, now?"

"Not yet."

"This is absolutely absurd."

"Moony?"

"What?"

"You're using alliteration again."

"I don't know whether to be profoundly happy that some of my nagging about your grammar has set in, or rightly annoyed with you now."

"Just a bit further. Watch it!"

OOMPH! "How can I watch for anything when I'm ruddy blindfolded?"

"Hang on."

"What's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"It sounds like… are those keys?"

"There. Bloody deadbolt. C'mon, just a few more steps."

"If you've taken me into a sodding bomb-shelter to leave me to starve to death…"

"Oh, don't get your knickers twisted. I'm not leaving you to die in a bomb shelter… what's a bomb shelter?"

Sigh. "Can I take it off now?"

"And just what, praytell, would you like to take off, my dear Moony?"

"Berk."

"Yes, you can take the blindfold off now."

"……"

"What? Don't you like it?"

"What in the hell is it?"

"It's my flat."

"You call this a flat?"

"Yes. And, technically, it's not my flat."

"Sirius….."

"Moony."

"I swear on everything that is good and holy that if you have taken me to one of your so-called friend's flats to get me intoxicated so that you can forceably have your way with me without guilt, I'll hex you into the next decade."

"What? No! What I meant was… I'd like it to be our flat."

"……"

"Say something."

"I… it's… it's so… small."

"Oh, it is not. Here. That's the galley."

"That's the kitchen, Sirius."

"No, it's the galley."

"We're not on a boat."

"Do you want a tour of your future home or not?"

Sigh. "Fine, continue with the tour, mon capitan."

"As I was saying, that's the galley, and through that door is the setting room where we can build many fires and roast marshmallows and you can read Shakespeare to me as I feed you chocolate-covered strawberries…"

"Are you trying to seduce me with chocolate again?"

"No, I'm trying to seduce you with Shakespeare."

"Well, if I'm the one reading, wouldn't that make me the one seducing you?"

"Makes me no difference. One way or another, there will be chocolate, and marshmallows, and Shakespeare."

Sigh. "Onward, Sirius."

"Right. Through there is the bedroom, though I highly doubt any sleeping will be done in there, and that's the loo."

"You call that a loo?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"It seems a bit cramped, even for one person."

"My dear Remus, there is more to this life than a cramped loo."

"Yes, like stumbling over one another just to try and go into the kitchen to make a spot of tea."

"Galley!"

"I'm not arguing with you over what the bloody room is called."

"Good! It's the galley and that's that."

"Sirius, have you honestly thought about this? There's not enough room in this tiny abomination of a flat for the both of us."

"Then we'll just have to make room."

"I think that's impossible."

"It's not impossible. Nothing is impossible, Moony."

"And just how do you know that?"

"Because… because you're moving in here, with me, and that's final."

"That's not really a good reason."

"Well then, what if I told you that I love you?"

Snort! "Yes, because that would be bloody likely."

PECK!

"I love you, Remus."

"……"

"What's the matter?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd hear you say that."

"Yes, well, I did tell you."

Nods. "That you did."

"Well?"

"Nothing's impossible, Sirius."

He woke with a start and pulled his threadbare overcoat around him at the sudden chill. The room was unfamiliar, yet it felt like home. But it was not his home, it was Remus'. A home that was foreign yet so eminent.

He glanced at the fireplace. The blazing warmth had died out hours ago and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He carefully tucked his arms into the sleeves of his coat and rose from the sofa where he had fallen asleep with a great stretch. He gave one last glance at the photographs lining the mantelpiece and solemnly bid each one a fond farewell and a silent promise to return with his Moony one day.

As he closed the door to the shabby cottage behind him, a tear fell from his cheek.

"Nothing's impossible, Moony."

FIN