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missmara13Title: The TLC
Author: Mara
Fandom: The OC (Ryan/Taylor)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some angst and some fluff.
Summary: Taylor gives Ryan a little TLC. A little added scene post-4.15 (The Night Moves)
Notes: Written as my "Pay It Forward" response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taylortyme, who requested Ryan/Taylor with a little angst and a lot of fluff. Ummm... hopefully this works for you, and please forgive me but while most of this is Ryan and Taylor talking, it's focused more on Ryan's feelings about the Cohens and their house... sorry... lol... It's also kinda short...
The TLC
"Do you think it'll scar?" Taylor asked Summer as they started trying to clean up their rooms.
"Do I think what will scar?" Summer replied, checking on Pancakes for the 5th time to make sure the rabbit was safe and secure on her bed.
"The cut... on Ryan's back. Do you think he'll have a scar?"
"I haven't seen it, so I have no idea," Summer replied.
"No idea about what?" Seth said as he walked into the room.
"What are you doing here?" Summer asked.
"The house, it's... the back half of it is just gone," Seth said as he sat down on the bed. "We don't even know if the poolhouse survived, because the idea of sifting through the collapsed roof to get out there... but we just came back, Julie said we could crash here as long as we needed to." He looked over at Taylor. "Ryan's in your room, he said something about either finding you or sleeping, whichever came first."
"I'm going to go check on him," Taylor said, jumping up and trying to seem casual as she stepped out of the room, then darted down the hall and opened her door to find Ryan sitting tiredly on the edge of the bed, staring at the broken cabinet that could have killed him. Taylor had mostly cleaned up her room already, made her bed with fresh sheets and swept up the broken glass, but hadn't been able to move the cabinet on her own. "Seth told us about the house," Taylor said, walking over to crouch down in front of him and take his hand sin her own. "I'm sorry."
"I never really felt like I had a home until that house," Ryan said quietly, tired again now that he knew just how much he'd lost in one fell swoop. "I kept picturing that I'd fly home for Thanksgiving, Chrismukkah, Spring Break, Summer Break, and things would be kinda like they used to be. Me and Seth would hang out playing video game sin the poolhouse, I'd wake up to the sun in my eyes... and now it's just all gone."
"You still have the Cohens," Taylor said softly. "And I know they'll fix the house and you'll have your poolhouse back."
"Right now, I'm just so damn tired..." Ryan said with a sigh.
Taylor nodded and got up, moving around to help him out of his jacket. "You've had a tough night, so you just sleep and when you wake up I'll have some nice herbal tea ready to help you get some more sleep, and tomorrow everything will seem so much better," she told him as she draped the jacket over a chair, then folded down the covers and knelt down to help Ryan out his sneakers. "I won't let anyone disturb your sleep, either."
"Lay with me for a while," Ryan asked as he laid down, rolling onto his stomach to keep weight off his back.
"Of course," Taylor said, crawling into bed beside him and placing a soft hand on his back. As he drifted off to sleep, she bit her lip and hesitantly reached over to lift the edge of the scrub top the hospital had given him, looked at the square of gauze bandage that covered the gash.
"22 stitches," Ryan mumbled, not as asleep as she'd thought. "The doctor said he didn't think it would scar that bad. Nothing a little plastic surgery couldn't fix."
"Not that you'd actually do that," Taylor teased, lowering the edge of the shirt again and laying down beside him. "I love you, Ryan."
Ryan smiled slightly and shifted so he was facing her. "I love you, too, Taylor," he replied.
"I'll wait until you're feeling better to ravish you," Taylor added, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Looking forward to it," Ryan replied, smiling and lifting a hand to clasp her.
The End
Author: Mara
Fandom: The OC (Ryan/Taylor)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some angst and some fluff.
Summary: Taylor gives Ryan a little TLC. A little added scene post-4.15 (The Night Moves)
Notes: Written as my "Pay It Forward" response to
taylortyme, who requested Ryan/Taylor with a little angst and a lot of fluff. Ummm... hopefully this works for you, and please forgive me but while most of this is Ryan and Taylor talking, it's focused more on Ryan's feelings about the Cohens and their house... sorry... lol... It's also kinda short... The TLC
"Do you think it'll scar?" Taylor asked Summer as they started trying to clean up their rooms.
"Do I think what will scar?" Summer replied, checking on Pancakes for the 5th time to make sure the rabbit was safe and secure on her bed.
"The cut... on Ryan's back. Do you think he'll have a scar?"
"I haven't seen it, so I have no idea," Summer replied.
"No idea about what?" Seth said as he walked into the room.
"What are you doing here?" Summer asked.
"The house, it's... the back half of it is just gone," Seth said as he sat down on the bed. "We don't even know if the poolhouse survived, because the idea of sifting through the collapsed roof to get out there... but we just came back, Julie said we could crash here as long as we needed to." He looked over at Taylor. "Ryan's in your room, he said something about either finding you or sleeping, whichever came first."
"I'm going to go check on him," Taylor said, jumping up and trying to seem casual as she stepped out of the room, then darted down the hall and opened her door to find Ryan sitting tiredly on the edge of the bed, staring at the broken cabinet that could have killed him. Taylor had mostly cleaned up her room already, made her bed with fresh sheets and swept up the broken glass, but hadn't been able to move the cabinet on her own. "Seth told us about the house," Taylor said, walking over to crouch down in front of him and take his hand sin her own. "I'm sorry."
"I never really felt like I had a home until that house," Ryan said quietly, tired again now that he knew just how much he'd lost in one fell swoop. "I kept picturing that I'd fly home for Thanksgiving, Chrismukkah, Spring Break, Summer Break, and things would be kinda like they used to be. Me and Seth would hang out playing video game sin the poolhouse, I'd wake up to the sun in my eyes... and now it's just all gone."
"You still have the Cohens," Taylor said softly. "And I know they'll fix the house and you'll have your poolhouse back."
"Right now, I'm just so damn tired..." Ryan said with a sigh.
Taylor nodded and got up, moving around to help him out of his jacket. "You've had a tough night, so you just sleep and when you wake up I'll have some nice herbal tea ready to help you get some more sleep, and tomorrow everything will seem so much better," she told him as she draped the jacket over a chair, then folded down the covers and knelt down to help Ryan out his sneakers. "I won't let anyone disturb your sleep, either."
"Lay with me for a while," Ryan asked as he laid down, rolling onto his stomach to keep weight off his back.
"Of course," Taylor said, crawling into bed beside him and placing a soft hand on his back. As he drifted off to sleep, she bit her lip and hesitantly reached over to lift the edge of the scrub top the hospital had given him, looked at the square of gauze bandage that covered the gash.
"22 stitches," Ryan mumbled, not as asleep as she'd thought. "The doctor said he didn't think it would scar that bad. Nothing a little plastic surgery couldn't fix."
"Not that you'd actually do that," Taylor teased, lowering the edge of the shirt again and laying down beside him. "I love you, Ryan."
Ryan smiled slightly and shifted so he was facing her. "I love you, too, Taylor," he replied.
"I'll wait until you're feeling better to ravish you," Taylor added, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Looking forward to it," Ryan replied, smiling and lifting a hand to clasp her.
The End
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