Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Chapter Thirteen

Bridge hummed gently, feeling comfortable warmth against him. He was in a sleepy haze, everything around him still dark, but completely at ease, something he hadn't felt in a long while. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he wanted to keep around forever.

Unfortunately, that forever had to slide straight off the couch and land on the hardwood floor with a loud thud, followed by a painful groan. Bridge opened his eyes, realizing that he was now alone on the couch with only a bit of the comforter from his parent's bed to keep himself covered.

The rest of it was wrapped around another naked individual who was trying to recover from his painful fall to the floor. "Jesus," Sky groaned, propping himself up by his elbow, then rubbing at the hip that had nailed the hard floor beneath him.

Bridge chuckled briefly, Sky staring up at him in surprise because he hadn't even realized his companion was awake. But after a crash like that, he was surprised he didn't break something and wake everyone in the neighbor hood. "You okay?" Bridge questioned, Sky nodding as he tugged the dark blue comforter around him. The more he tugged, the less Bridge got, so he tugged back.

The two played this little game for a moment before Sky finally fumbled his way back up onto the couch beside his companion. "You finally fell asleep," he hummed then, resting his chin against Bridge's shoulder as he closed his eyes, attempting to get himself comfortable without falling off the couch against.

The guy nodded, resting his hands behind his head, feeling Sky's warm and content breath puffing against his neck before leaning his head to the right slightly, brushing a kiss against the area a little bit below Sky's eye. "I managed… it was like… four when we finally passed out… me at least…"

"You were paying attention to time?" Sky muttered then with his eyes still closed, his sentence coming out half jokingly before a yawn interrupted his laugh. As soon as that ended, he added, "I lost track after the boxers came off…"

Bridge laughed, shaking his head before also closing his eyes, snuggling against Sky, the two of them wrapped in a warm silence. Suddenly Sky muttered, "Where are they, anyway?"

"What?"

"My boxers…?" he questioned without opening his eyes or moving, too lazy and tired to do much of anything at the moment. Not to mention, his hip hurt from landing on the floor just a few minutes before. The two were silent, neither of them feeling like moving for pretty much the rest of the day.

Suddenly, though, both of them felt some kind of vibrating on the couch, Sky sliding straight off against in surprise. He hit the floor, taking the entire comforter with him, leaving Bridge cold and naked on the couch, not to mention curious as to what the heck was vibrating on his couch. It only took him seconds to realize that it was his phone, which he quickly picked up, pressing it to his ear, then shuffling around on the floor for some scrap of the blanket to cover himself.

"Hello?" he muttered, knowing that it was his mother on the other end. "How's dad doing?"

"Found my boxers!" Sky suddenly yelped, Bridge smacking himself in the forehead as he averted the phone from the man so his mother wouldn't hear anything else she really didn't need to know about the situation. "No, wait, these are yours…" he murmured then, tossing them on the couch, only coming to realize that his companion was on the phone now. Staring wide eyed, he tossed a little blanket onto the couch, then silently searching around for his own clothes.

Bridge pressed a hand over his ear to hear his cell phone better, his mother quickly explaining the situation to him as he listened intently. "Okay, we'll be over soon," Bridge murmured, sending his love and goodbyes before he hung up the phone, tossing it on the coffee table which had gotten scooted away because of Sky's tumbling to the floor twice this morning.

"What's up?" Sky questioned, having finally found his clothes while Bridge was on the phone, sliding on his boxers and tossing the rest of the blanket up to Bridge before standing up.

"Well, they found out that luckily they were wrong and it wasn't a brain aneurism… it's still bad, but not as severe. Mom said it's some kind of bundle of nerves right on his brain… it has to be removed by either surgery or chemo and they're going to tell him that when he wake up today," Bridge sighed lightly, getting himself comfortable against the couch as he cuddled with the heavy comforter.

Sky stared down at him for a moment, cocking his hands on his hips before nodding his head. "Are we going soon?" he questioned, Bridge nodding while he closed his eyes, kind of wanting to fall asleep again. Now that he was a little less worried about the situation, things were getting easier. "I'll go get dressed, then…"

Just as he was about to leave, Bridge snatched him by the hand, tugging him back towards the couch. Sky leaned over, meeting lips with his newfound boyfriend before Bridge smirked, breaking away and murmuring, "Thanks… you're amazing."

Sky gave a bashful grin, scratching at the back of his head before hurrying his way upstairs to get ready to head to the hospital. Bridge laid there for a moment before stretching out, keeping the blanket around his waist as he also trailed his way upstairs to get ready.

Soon enough, the two wandered through the hallways of the hospital, coming to a room near the end of the hallway where Bridge's father was being held. He gently knocked on the door, although he stepped in without waiting for an answer to find his father laying there, his mother nearby. Immediately, Bridge rushed over, throwing his father into the best hug he could give without hurting him or making him uncomfortable.

Sky just wandered into the room, keeping more towards the back, away from the family just so he wouldn't ruin their moment. "How you feeling, dad?"

"Tired," Mike muttered, then nodding his head. "Glad that I can get out of here soon… I'll be back in a few weeks for surgery," he stated then, Bridge reaching out and squeezing his father's hand for a moment. "Good to see you, boy… you haven't changed."

Bridge smiled down on his father, then realizing that Mike was staring at Sky, who was lingering somewhere across the room. "Who's this young man?" he questioned then, pointing his finger over to Sky, who slowly inched himself closer to the family.

"Remember how I was telling you about that boy who flew Bridge out here for free… that's him, Mike. His name's Sky," Bridge's mother, Maya, smiled gently from her seat beside her husband's hospital bed.

Sky reached out, shaking Mike's hand firmly before showing off a heavy grin. "Nice to meet you, sir," he stated bashfully with a nod of his head, then tucking his hands away in his pockets. "Glad to hear things are going to be alright, too."

"So, where did you guys meet? Your mother said you work together?" Bridge's father questioned, tossing his glance between the two.

Sky stared over at Bridge for a second, remembering what happened the night before and noting that it was safe to say that there were a lot more than coworkers. Apparently Bridge was thinking the same thing. "Yeah, we work together… but he's actually my boyfriend," the guy muttered, smiling briefly, glancing to his friend before turning back to his parents.

"Well, it's about time," his father joked suddenly, Sky taken aback by the older man's comment. "He hasn't had one in a few years."

"Thanks, dad," Bridge laughed, rolling his eyes before taking a seat at one of the hospital chairs. Sky stood still, seeing the parents both staring at him with smiles. It was the first time anyone else knew about his sexuality and the first time that he truly felt like it was alright, well, aside from being with Bridge the night before.

It was a good feeling, one that he hoped would stick around forever.