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Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."

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"Aye? And what d' y' consider a proper thank y', Peter, m' luv?" Tir arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Peter narrowed his eyes, thinking about it. "Hmm, well, since you're still recovering from major surgery, I'll have to get kind of creative, won't I?"

Tir's grin widened. "Somethin' tells me you bein' creative will mean some rare fun, luv."

Peter laughed at his lover's grin. "I certainly hope so." He kissed him and sighed softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile like that."

"Ach, that's easy, Peter, my luv. All y' have t' do is be wie m' and I'm the happiest man on earth." Tir pressed his lips gently to the Yank's, then flashed an impish grin. "That and a bit o' slap and tickle now and again doesn't hurt, aye."

"Ah, I knew there had to be more to it than that," Peter said, his eyes gleaming with amusement and love.

"Well and a man has needs, aye?" Tir grinned. "In fact, I'm thinking you should take advantage of me while I'm still on this pain medicine."

"You know, I never thought of doing that," Peter said, trying to keep a serious expression. "But I can see how that would work out really well for me."

"Aye, I'm sure y' being such and innocent it never occurred t' y'." Tir teased.

"I'm practically a virgin," Peter murmured, kissing Tir's neck as he giggled.

"Lord, how I love the sound of y' gigglin', y' don' do it near enough, luv." Tir sighed happily as he leaned slightly into Peter's lips.

"I've got a great reason to do it now," Peter whispered, then held Tir a little closer. "Baby, I was so scared..."

"Brave words not withstandin', so was I, luv." Tir admitted. "I was afraid from the moment I heard his voice again."

"Why did you go with him, sweetheart?" Peter asked, raising his head. He hadn't asked Tir anything about that night. "Why didn't you come find me?"

"At first, I couldna seem t' move..." Tir flushed slightly, ashamed that he hadn't gone to Peter. "Then it seemed better t' go with Colm than risk him hurtin' y'. I couldna bear it if y' were hurt because of me, Peter."

Peter nodded. "Okay, I can understand that," he said softly. "I just wish..." He shook his head. "Baby, if anything like that ever happens again, come to me. Always come to me. I'm the one who's going to protect you." As he said the words, he suddenly felt stupid since he hadn't exactly protected Tir before. "I want to protect you even though I did a lousy job of it this time," he added, lowering his eyes.

"No, luv, y're not t' blame." He cupped Peter's face in his hand and kissed the Yank soundly. "Y' could've done more if I'd come t' y' and then when y' were fightin' him, I should've listened t' y'."

"I want to kill him for what he did to you," Peter whispered against Tir's mouth. "Not just that night, but...everything. If you were that afraid of him... I just want him dead."

Tir's hands clutched at Peter's shirt in momentary panic. "No...y' musn't, if they catch y' they'll take y' away."

"No, baby, no, it's okay. I've had this talk with Moragainne and I'm not going to do anything stupid," Peter assured his lover with a kiss. "But it doesn't stop me from wishing I could do it."

"Thank God for Moragainne, talkin' sense t' y'." Tir relaxed. "Trust me, luv, the fact he pulled a knife on y' makes me want the same chance."

"Maybe we'll get our wishes, hmm?" Peter said with a half smile. "Not that... I know you loved him at one time. I don't want to discount that."

"Any love I had for Colm O'Muire, he killed long ago, Peter." Tir answered solemnly. "But then I found you t' teach me t' love again."

Peter kissed Tir again and held him close. He wasn't going to let himself think about how close he came to losing the man he loved, but that sick, scared feeling was going to be lurking in the back of his mind for the rest of his days.

"Maybe then the universe'll sort everything out," he said softly, thinking about what Moragainne had said about Colm perhaps getting what was coming to him.

"Y' know, even more important than love, Peter, y' gave m' back trust." Tir said softly as he nestled his head against the Yank's shoulder.

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