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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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"Don't you dare," Peter said, touching his head to Tir's shoulder. "Let me just think of something really awful so it'll go away." He smiled. "You can help me once we have a little more privacy tonight."

"I could tell y' about the girl I nearly slept with." Tir offered. "Her name was Mary Margaret Fahey. She had the worst garlic breath and crossed eyes. Last I heard she became a nun."

Peter gave him an incredulous look. "And...there it goes," he said, laughing and hugging him. "Thank you for that very disturbing mental image."

"Always glad t' help, luv." Tir giggled. "Trust m' I had much the same reaction t' Mary Margaret m'self."

"Is that what led to you being gay, love?" Peter asked, trying to stop laughing. "Because I would totally understand."

"Nah." Tir was laughing right along with Peter. "Mary Margaret was trying to convince m I wasna gay...it didn't work."

"Thank god she wasn't really hot, because we might not be having this conversation right now," Peter said with a hiccup of laughter. "You'd have been lost to the team forever."

"I love that laugh, Yank." Tir ran his thumb over Peter's lower lip with a satisfied smile. "And I wouldna worry t' much on that score. Mary Margaret's older sister tried as well and a pretty girl there never was."

"Then I guess we were meant to be," Peter said, kissing Tir's thumb. "And it would have been such a waste for you to be straight."

"Lucky fer you it isna wasted, aye?" Tir replaced his thumb with his lips. "Now, I'm thinkin' Mistress Moragainne might be wonderin' why we're sittin' out front of her house and not comin' inside."

"I bet she'd be able to figure out that we're sitting here making out," Peter chuckled, then gave Tir one more kiss. "Okay, let's go inside and see our gracious hostess. I really do owe her so much. If she hadn't come when the nurse called... I can't ever repay her for that."

"Ill have t' thank her for keepin' y' from havin' a go at Colm." Tir smiled slightly. "Not that y' couldna took him, luv, but I dona think y' want to be a guest of the Republic o' Ireland."

Peter shook his head with a rueful smile. "I'm not too thrilled about that idea, either," he said, opening the car door and thanking the driver for waiting for them to be ready to get out.

With Peter's help, Tir carefully climbed out of the car and made his way slowly up to the house with a smirk. "Now should y' feel the need t' experience it, I'm sure Mistress Moragainne can accommodate y', luv."

"I'm sure she can," Peter said, carefully supporting Tir as they walked, "but I wouldn't want to give her any ideas."

"Y' never know, luv, y' might like it." Tir grinned. "I can just imagine how y'd look."

"Hmm, is that something you'd want to see?" Peter asked, giving Tir a curious look. "I'd do it if you'd like it."

"I might." Tir smiled. "But I'd rather it be me modeling them for you."

Peter grinned as they reached the front door. 'Now, that I can get behind," he said, kissing Tir's cheek before ringing the doorbell. "And I mean that in every possible way," he added in a whisper.

"You behind me? I'm thinkin' that's a fine plan, Peter." He grinned impishly.

"Thought you might like that." Peter smiled as the front door was opened by a fairly normal looking housekeeper. He'd been expecting something a little more over the top.

When Michael heard the door, he made his way to the entryway just as Mrs. Mulroney opened up for Moragainne's guests. "Mr. Cavanaugh, Tir, welcome. Moragainne is running a bit late. A student needed to consult with her after class, but she should be home soon. Would you like to join us for tea in the solarium or shall I show you straight to your suite?"

"I, um..." Peter didn't want to defer to Tir in front of Michael just in case it would make Tir uncomfortable. "I'd like to get us settled in our suite and we'll join you for tea afterwards," he said. He knew that Tir needed to get his meds and he wanted to make sure his lover was up to socializing.

Tir smiled at Peter as Michael led them to the small elevator. "Real posh, aye?" He whispered, eyes twinkling with pride and a loving amusement at the way the Yank had gone from solicitous lover to Master without a blink.

Peter nodded and snuck Tir an excited smile. "It's beautiful." He took Tir's hand and held it tightly as the three of them got into the elevator.

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