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It's more The OC/NipTuck Crack... with a bonus little banner thing under the cut. Continues on from the last snippet, with Christian's further reaction to what's going on... Since I'm no where near as big a fan of Sean as Christian, I'm a little iffy about my characterization of him, but... I figure I can't really go wrong with making him kind of the voice of reason to Christian's explosive anger... lol

Christian slammed the door of his car as he got in, then opened it and slammed it again. He wanted to be upstairs, he'd planned on being upstairs, when Ryan came out of surgery, but the moment he'd seen Sandy Cohen all he'd felt was anger. This was the man who was suppose to take care of Ryan, suppose to guide him to be a good person with a bright future. Instead the guy practically called Ryan a liar for weeks, then let him walk into a room with a psychopath weilding a gun. Instead Sandy had let the kid get shot by the psychopath with a gun.
Christian bowed his head, hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. Ryan had been shot. His son had been shot.
It was good news, he supposed, that the bullet had hit Ryan in the shoulder. Just a few inches over and it could have hit his chest, his heart. Of course, a few inches in the other direction and it would have missed entirely and Ryan would be safe instead of in surgery to remove a bullet and try to fix any damage to the muscle. In his mind, Christian kept walking through the steps of the surgery, wishing he could be in there or, next best thing, that Sean could be.
It wasn't that he thought whatever doctors were doing the surgery would make a mistake, it was just that he had more confidence in his own abilities, in Sean's abilities, and he didn't like not knowing. Being in the waiting room was the next best thing, but he knew that if he went back up there he'd attack Sandy again, and Kirsten had been right about that. It wasn't the time or the place for a pissing contest over who got to be the dad.
Instead, he pulled out his cellphone, dialing his lawyer. "Look into getting me custody of my son." he said as soon as the phone was answered. "His name is Ryan Atwood, his mother's name is Dawn Atwood. He's currently living with foster parents, Sandy and Kirsten Cohen. I want custody, and I want it now." He hung up again, then dialed Sean. "I need you to get to HOAG in Newport. No, I'm fine. It's Ryan that's hurt, and... and I'm getting custody."
~~~
"Tell me again what you did?" Sean asked when he arrived in the hospital parking garage.
"He got shot on that guy's watch," Christian said. "The son of a bitch was standing right there and he didn't stop it."
"So yanking the kid out of the first stable home he's ever had is going to fix that?" Sean asked, skeptical.
"What would you do if I was somewhere with Matt or Annie, and I just stood there while someone waved a gun in their direction? And I just stood there while they got shot?"
"I'd probably kill you," Sean admitted.
"And you like me, while I don't like this guy," Christian said. "So I also need back up to make sure I don't kill him when I go back up to see Ryan, because I think that would blow my chances of getting my son."
"Christian..." Sean began, his tone almost scolding.
"I'm not going to let someone else drop it on him that I want custody," Christian said firmly. "I want him to hear it from me."
~~~
"No way in hell," Sandy said, expression grim, as Christian and Sean got upstairs and Christian said he wanted to see Ryan.
"You can't stop me," Christian said. "He wasn't taken away from me, I never signed away any rights, I'm his biological father. And I'm going to see him."
"Your name isn't on his birth certificate, you have no legal rights," Sandy replied.
"I will soon enough," Christian replied. "Now get the hell out of my way before I..."
"Christian, that's not helping," Sean said firmly before turning to Sandy. "He just wants to see him," he said.
"Ryan's asleep," Sandy said. "He needs his rest."
"Yeah, because you let him get shot," Christian snapped, keeping his voice low.
"Dr. Troy, go in," Kirsten said as she stepped out of the room. "Just please, try not to wake him."
"Thank you," Christian told her before brushing past Sandy, delibrately hitting the other man's shoulder as he did, and entered the room. Ryan looked pale in the dim glow of a bedside lamp, and Christian whinced as he caught a glimpse of the gauze covering the boy's shoulder. He eased himself down into the chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees and one covering his mouth. "I want to be the one to tell you, even if I have to say it again later, or someone else tells you when you wake up, I just wanted to know I tried to tell you myself. I'm suing for custody. You're my son, and you got hurt on his watch, with him right there, and that's bullshit."
"He didn't mean for it to happen."
Christian lifted his head to see Ryan awake. "He should have..."
"What? Left Kirsten a widow and Seth without a dad?" Ryan asked.
"So instead he did nothing and let you get shot," Christian said. "If you think those were the only options, then you're not as a smart as I thought you were."
"Sandy's a good guy. He gave me a home when my own mom didn't want me. No one wanted me."
"Yeah, and now you've got me," Christian said.
"Why?" Ryan asked. "Why are you... you seemed more interested in being this guy on the fringes. So why are you..."
"Because, I heard you were shot, and all I could think of was that I didn't even know you," Christian said. "I have a son I don't even know, and that's... You have a little brother, my other son, Wilber."
"Wilber? Who names their kid 'Wilber'?" Ryan asked.
"He likes his name," Christian said, smiling slightly. "But you and Wilber deserve to know eachother. And... I may not be able to tell you much about my family, because I was given up at birth, but you should know everything I do know, especially the medical history, just in case..."
"Dr. Troy..."
"At least call me Christian."
"Christian," Ryan corrected himself. "Sandy's not a bad guy. He made a mistake..."
"He made a lot of 'em," Christian said. "That's why I want you with me. You can still see them if you want, but I want you with me and Wilber in LA."
Ryan looked down at his hand, then down at his gauze covered shoulder. "I don't really wanna face Marissa or anyone else at Harbor," he admitted.
"There's good schools in LA."
"Not private school," Ryan said firmly. "I don't give a shit how much money you have, I'm not doing the private school bullshit again."
"A good ranking public school," Christian agreed with a nod. "We can do that."
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I actually made another little banner thing last night, but it's spoiler-y for one possible track I may take with this Universe... lol... so I ain't posting just yet...

Christian slammed the door of his car as he got in, then opened it and slammed it again. He wanted to be upstairs, he'd planned on being upstairs, when Ryan came out of surgery, but the moment he'd seen Sandy Cohen all he'd felt was anger. This was the man who was suppose to take care of Ryan, suppose to guide him to be a good person with a bright future. Instead the guy practically called Ryan a liar for weeks, then let him walk into a room with a psychopath weilding a gun. Instead Sandy had let the kid get shot by the psychopath with a gun.
Christian bowed his head, hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. Ryan had been shot. His son had been shot.
It was good news, he supposed, that the bullet had hit Ryan in the shoulder. Just a few inches over and it could have hit his chest, his heart. Of course, a few inches in the other direction and it would have missed entirely and Ryan would be safe instead of in surgery to remove a bullet and try to fix any damage to the muscle. In his mind, Christian kept walking through the steps of the surgery, wishing he could be in there or, next best thing, that Sean could be.
It wasn't that he thought whatever doctors were doing the surgery would make a mistake, it was just that he had more confidence in his own abilities, in Sean's abilities, and he didn't like not knowing. Being in the waiting room was the next best thing, but he knew that if he went back up there he'd attack Sandy again, and Kirsten had been right about that. It wasn't the time or the place for a pissing contest over who got to be the dad.
Instead, he pulled out his cellphone, dialing his lawyer. "Look into getting me custody of my son." he said as soon as the phone was answered. "His name is Ryan Atwood, his mother's name is Dawn Atwood. He's currently living with foster parents, Sandy and Kirsten Cohen. I want custody, and I want it now." He hung up again, then dialed Sean. "I need you to get to HOAG in Newport. No, I'm fine. It's Ryan that's hurt, and... and I'm getting custody."
~~~
"Tell me again what you did?" Sean asked when he arrived in the hospital parking garage.
"He got shot on that guy's watch," Christian said. "The son of a bitch was standing right there and he didn't stop it."
"So yanking the kid out of the first stable home he's ever had is going to fix that?" Sean asked, skeptical.
"What would you do if I was somewhere with Matt or Annie, and I just stood there while someone waved a gun in their direction? And I just stood there while they got shot?"
"I'd probably kill you," Sean admitted.
"And you like me, while I don't like this guy," Christian said. "So I also need back up to make sure I don't kill him when I go back up to see Ryan, because I think that would blow my chances of getting my son."
"Christian..." Sean began, his tone almost scolding.
"I'm not going to let someone else drop it on him that I want custody," Christian said firmly. "I want him to hear it from me."
~~~
"No way in hell," Sandy said, expression grim, as Christian and Sean got upstairs and Christian said he wanted to see Ryan.
"You can't stop me," Christian said. "He wasn't taken away from me, I never signed away any rights, I'm his biological father. And I'm going to see him."
"Your name isn't on his birth certificate, you have no legal rights," Sandy replied.
"I will soon enough," Christian replied. "Now get the hell out of my way before I..."
"Christian, that's not helping," Sean said firmly before turning to Sandy. "He just wants to see him," he said.
"Ryan's asleep," Sandy said. "He needs his rest."
"Yeah, because you let him get shot," Christian snapped, keeping his voice low.
"Dr. Troy, go in," Kirsten said as she stepped out of the room. "Just please, try not to wake him."
"Thank you," Christian told her before brushing past Sandy, delibrately hitting the other man's shoulder as he did, and entered the room. Ryan looked pale in the dim glow of a bedside lamp, and Christian whinced as he caught a glimpse of the gauze covering the boy's shoulder. He eased himself down into the chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees and one covering his mouth. "I want to be the one to tell you, even if I have to say it again later, or someone else tells you when you wake up, I just wanted to know I tried to tell you myself. I'm suing for custody. You're my son, and you got hurt on his watch, with him right there, and that's bullshit."
"He didn't mean for it to happen."
Christian lifted his head to see Ryan awake. "He should have..."
"What? Left Kirsten a widow and Seth without a dad?" Ryan asked.
"So instead he did nothing and let you get shot," Christian said. "If you think those were the only options, then you're not as a smart as I thought you were."
"Sandy's a good guy. He gave me a home when my own mom didn't want me. No one wanted me."
"Yeah, and now you've got me," Christian said.
"Why?" Ryan asked. "Why are you... you seemed more interested in being this guy on the fringes. So why are you..."
"Because, I heard you were shot, and all I could think of was that I didn't even know you," Christian said. "I have a son I don't even know, and that's... You have a little brother, my other son, Wilber."
"Wilber? Who names their kid 'Wilber'?" Ryan asked.
"He likes his name," Christian said, smiling slightly. "But you and Wilber deserve to know eachother. And... I may not be able to tell you much about my family, because I was given up at birth, but you should know everything I do know, especially the medical history, just in case..."
"Dr. Troy..."
"At least call me Christian."
"Christian," Ryan corrected himself. "Sandy's not a bad guy. He made a mistake..."
"He made a lot of 'em," Christian said. "That's why I want you with me. You can still see them if you want, but I want you with me and Wilber in LA."
Ryan looked down at his hand, then down at his gauze covered shoulder. "I don't really wanna face Marissa or anyone else at Harbor," he admitted.
"There's good schools in LA."
"Not private school," Ryan said firmly. "I don't give a shit how much money you have, I'm not doing the private school bullshit again."
"A good ranking public school," Christian agreed with a nod. "We can do that."
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I actually made another little banner thing last night, but it's spoiler-y for one possible track I may take with this Universe... lol... so I ain't posting just yet...
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There was one patient, 'Momma Boone', who was a VERY obese woman who had sat on her couch for so long (years) that her skin was basically fused to the fabric and Christian and Sean were trying to operate to seperate her from the couch. Christian actually sat there holding her hand during her surgery. so she wouldn't feel alone.
I may make a Youtube fuled 'primer' for Nip/Tuck later today... with scenes/vids that I feel illustrate who the characters are, including the Momma Boone clip of him holding her hand...
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Oh, it's not the place, but if I can make a request and if you know the fandom : I would really want to read an OC/House MD fiction !! So maybe, one day who knows ... because let's face it, i love all your xovers and your plots :)
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