Author's Notes: I am VERY VERY VERY! sorry about the delay which is why I'm posting this unbeta'd. There was originally supposed to be another chapter in here, about Alexander and Finely's trip, but I decided that it would be better off as it's own ficlet.
This is the end of Reborn then. I'm not quite sure what to think.
There will be a sequel and hopefully bits of the tripe before then. I'm trying to do something special with the sequel. See, Greece is my favourite place on Earth so far and I want to do it justice so...the ficlet for their trip will likely be words and pictures and it will probably be posted in the words only form here and the whole form on my livejournal. I don't know when it will be entirely finished but it will likely be before the sequel starts.
I will start posting THAT in about 2 months, after school is done.
If you would like to contact me, as I'm sure this will gain yells, my address is to all my loyal readers and I'll see you in late April/early June!
"Where's that other suitcase?"
"You left it in the living room," Finley called back, smiling as Alexander came thumping back downstairs.
They had gotten home late last night after too much planning and too much worry had turned into a few almost perfect months in Europe. They had ended the trip in Greece. Finley's smile broadened. He doubted he had had such a good, easy time since he was a child. And then it had been summer vacations at his uncle's, before his twelth birthday.
Their flight arrived home just after 2 a.m. Finley didn't remember it, he had been dopey from the sedative he took to fly. They'd slept in until nearly noon and were trying to unpack a bit before going to dinner at Alexander's parents that night.
Alexander smiled back at his lover. Finley was tanned and a bit plumper then when they had left. He was still too thin, Alexander thought he might always be too thin, but Greek food seemed to have agreed with him. He looked healthier with colour on his face and more weight on his body. He was still smoking like a chimney; he had one dangling from his fingers now as he unpacked, but Alexander ignored that. It wasn't something that could change.
He bent down and kissed Finley briefly before proceeding to the kitchen. Annie and Eve had blown through, they had been fully stocked before coming home, mostly with food cooked by his father's chef. Eve was a notoriously bad cook and Annie couldn't be bothered half the time.
"Damnit, Alex, how many of these ugly statues did you buy?" Finley called from the living room.
Alexander chuckled, coming back and passing Finley a bottle of water. Finley scowled at it but drank it. Alexander had cultivated the habit overseas, making sure Finley didn't get dehydrated by carrying around bottles of water for him constantly. They had had trouble once, finding just plain, drinkable water when Finley had been edging onto dehydration and Alexander wasn't about to let that happen twice.
"I was planning to give those to my father," Alexander said. "You don't think he'd appreciate them?"
Finley snorted, amused, leaning back and looking at his lover who had come to sit beside him. "You're dad's taste isn't that bad."
Alexander laughed, "No, but he'll get a kick out of using them to horrify my mother. They'll be popping up just before dinner parties for months."
"As long as they're not hanging about here," Finley muttered but he was smiling. Alexander looped an arm around his waist as he went through the suitcase, looking for the souvenirs they had wrapped up in t-shirts to keep them from breaking.
"Fin...?" Alexander said quietly.
"Hmmm?" Finley replied, looking up at him with lazy, happy eyes.
"I love you," Alexander told him, bending close to nuzzle his neck before finding his lips and kissing him slowly.
"Mmm, you too," Finley replied, his eyes soft as he went back to unpacking. Alexander's hand continued to come through his hair slowly.
It hadn't been what Alexander was going to ask when he opened his mouth but...No. In a relationship with someone other than Finley, yeah, it would have been a good time but... He'd asked once before, asked Finley to move in with him, and been told no. Finley still needed a place of his own, he needed that piece of independence still, might need it always. He spent most of his time at Alexander's but...he still needed that little bit that was his. Alexander understood that.
"Here, I'll take this bunch downstairs," Alexander offered, gathering up all the discarded clothing. Pretty much all of it needed a good wash.
"Okay, I think there's one more thing to find in this one and then I'll bring the rest of the clothing down," Finley said, unwrapping two shot glasses from Athens. "I think it's another one of those statues. I thought you weren't going to buy all the gods."
"Changed my mind," Alexander told him, smirking, before he disappeared into the basement.
Finley shook his head, laughing softly to himself. It had become apparent their second day their that, given the chance, Alexander liked to buy lots of souvenirs, both tacky and not, to take back to people or just keep. They'd hauled about backpacks full of them and shipped some home early. Alexander hadn't had a house to clutter before, now he had one and was, finally, happily providing more than necessary clutter.
An unexpected quirk, Finley admitted, one that even Faramir, he knew, had been surprised to see. But an amusing one and one that was, Finley thought with relish, well and truly a wholly Alexander thing.
He'd hit the lump that was, he was pretty sure, the last ugly statue. He hoped it was of Apollo. He had already uncovered every other god and goddess. If it wasn't Apollo then Alexander had likely bought two sets and stowed the rest in another suitcase.
He was groaning at the sight of what was most definitely not the sun god judging by the size of the statue's breasts when the doorbell rang. It was, Finley thought, probably Annie and Eve and he wondered if he could foist the damn things off on them as he went to open it.
Standing, still holding the door and looking at the person on the doorstep made his heart leap into his throat. He didn't know why; he had never seen the young man before. Never seen the pale, thin face with dirty brown hair and green eyes before. But he knew him. Faramir knew him. Faramir was reacting to strongly, with such confusion and need and joy that Finley felt it himself, right in that moment, as if it were his own set of emotions.
The young man, boy really, still, Finley thought, looked up at him with hesitant, hopeful eyes. "Father?"
AM: Yeah, Boromir was getting ansty, he thought I wouldn't get to him until the sequel. He'll be around again more in the sequel.
Faceted Mind: I feel kind of bad. This has been a rollarcoaster and instead of putting it back at the safe start I've kind of left it hanging at another hill. Oops? Hope to see you again for the sequel and the trip fic.
Nonce: Thank you! Regarding Ben/Boromir: There will be more of him in the sequel including some interaction between, essentially, Boromir and Faramir. I'm not sure of a flashback but what happened with Ben/Boromir will be explored a bit more throughly later...And I'm nto sure I wouldn't say Ben was more important to Finley's life than Boromir was to Faramir.
Seadragon68: Yes, Boromir wasn't one to beat around the bush, was he? Actually, it's Boromir's slight, slight interference that made Ben give Alexander a chance when he showed up on his doorstep looking for Fin.
This story is coming to an end, yeah, but the characters aren't quite done with me yet. There is still a sequel coming.
Elenhin: I knew from the start what was going to happen with Ben/Boromir. Boromir was rather pushy about it! The daisy is something a friend of mine did with big smiley faces, the daisy thing was referencing dear Daisy. AND there MAY be, at some point, a certain appearance by PJ's Gondorian brothers. There is something rather special about them.
Thiri is by no means done with her cowboy! She enjoys him a lot! They will definietly be around for the sequel! snerk That song works so very well. I have a feeling he's snared already!
LadyBush: Ben's reaction has been planned out since the beginning. That was always just the way it was going to be. Boromir wouldn't have it any other way! I really wanted to establish the connection between Alex and Ben as their past selves as well as Ben and Fin because, really, that was a huge relationship for both of them AND it has influenced stuff between them before. The breakfast chapter was half inspired by a "hobbits" breakfast. Those being the breakfasts I have with my friends and then just...I dunno, popped into my head on the GO train one day! Alex does look pretty close to Viggo as Aragorn so...yeah, lovely image!
H.F: Alexander has hints of memories but I'm not sure everything will be revealed to him in the same way it has been for Fin and Ben. They all have traits of their former lives but have really evolved into their own people.
MexicanDevil-RoadCrew: Thiri's fun. She's based on someone I know who is, frankly, weird!
athelas63: Yes, Ben had a headache for a bout a week after that. Fin has really gotten comfortable around Alex...of course, I can't promise things will stay that way but for now he is. Finley's extended family overwhelms me! The problem is that they've all assserted themselves as these really flushed out characters and they're hard to ignore!
The Little Green Imp: The extent to which people remember is determined by a couple of things and one of them is how much Elvish blood they had in them. Another is trauma. Simply put Alexander/Aragorn didn't have as much of either as the brothers!