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Title: Stranded
Written By: [ profile] _alicesprings
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Luke and Reid are on their way to their honeymoon when their plane hits some turbulence...
Author's Notes: I wrote the first draft of this for NaNoWriMo, which was a great challenge and lots of fun! I didn’t reach the 50k word count goal, but the fic is now complete and I'll be posting a chapter a day for the next few days. A big thank you to [ profile] rhiannonhero and [ profile] cindergal for the beta!

Previous chapters: 1|2

Day four.

Reid's thumbing through his phone when Luke returns to camp from collecting berries.

"Whatcha doing? Did you get a signal?" Luke asks excitedly.

Reid shakes his head no. "Just looking at some pictures."

"Oh." Luke frowns. "I didn't even think to check my phone. I bet I have pictures in there too, huh?"

"A few," Reid agrees. "Your brothers and sisters, mostly."

Luke swallows. "I bet they're all grown up." Intellectually, Luke knows that they'll look different. Especially Ethan and Natalie, but he's not sure he's ready to see the proof of it just yet. "What are you looking at?"

"Pictures from our wedding."

Luke swallows. "Can I- can I see?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

Luke nods, and sits on the sand next to Reid.

Reid tilts his phone so Luke can see the picture on the screen. It's of he and Reid facing each other, kissing. It looks like they've just said their 'I do's'. They're both wearing suits, light grey for Luke, tan for Reid, and crisp white, open-collared shirts.

"We got married by the pond," Luke says softly.

"You picked it."

Luke nods. "I always wanted to get married out there. It's my favorite place in Oakdale."

"I know," Reid says, and brings up another picture. It's the two of them again, a close-up this time. Luke's looking right at the camera, grinning widely. Reid's smile barely turns up the corners of his lips, and he's not looking at the camera, he's looking at Luke, and his eyes reflect so much emotion, so much affection, that Luke's mouth goes dry. The next picture is Luke and his parents. His mom's dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief and smiling at the same time, one arm around Luke's waist. Holden's standing on Luke's other side, his arm around Luke's shoulders, and Luke feels a pang in his chest. He loves them, and misses them so much.

“They're probably mourning us right now," Luke says.

Reid clears his throat. "Don't think about it."

"How can I not think about it, Reid!"

Reid sighs, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "I know this sucks," he says. "But we're going to get out of here soon, and back home. And until then, we need to focus on getting through each day out here, and that means not dwelling on things like that."

"How can you be so cold?" Luke asks. "Don't you have any feelings at all?"

Reid's head whips around, and he looks at Luke sharply. Luke swallows. Of course Reid has feelings. He's just seen a picture of them.

"You think I don't hate this too?" Reid asks. "Katie's probably having another breakdown, and the vultures are no doubt swooping all over Memorial, ready to take over my job."

"Katie?" Luke frowns. "Another breakdown? What are you talking about?"

Reid ignores him. "I can imagine what they're saying too, what sort of fake platitudes they're spouting. Just like last time. It's bullshit!"

"What are you talking about?"

Reid stands up, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I'm going for a walk."

"Reid!" Luke calls out, but it's too late, he's already disappeared through the jungle, and Luke's left feeling more confused than ever. He runs his hands through his hair, frustrated as hell, and wishing he had all the pieces to this puzzle, wishing he had his memory back, and wishing he knew what the hell was going on inside Reid's head. It's the secrets that he hates the most.


Reid stomps through the jungle, putting some distance between himself and Luke. He finds a fallen tree and sits down on it, picking at the rough bark with his fingers.

Luke's just so damn... emotional about everything. Reid hates to admit it, but he's having some feelings about this whole situation himself. He hates feeling vulnerable, but sometimes, with Luke, he has to be. And he doesn't mind it so much then, because Luke knows him, and loves him. But the Luke that's out here now? He doesn't know Reid, and he certainly doesn't love him. And what if he never does again? Reid can't put himself out there, he can't share all that private stuff about his accident and his recovery with a Luke who might never get his memory back. With a Luke who might not want anything to do with him once they're rescued and off this island. He shakes his head. No. Reid won't tell him about any of that stuff. Not now, not here. Maybe once they're rescued, and back in Oakdale, with the safety of a hospital nearby, an everlasting supply of Luke's meds, and their family and friends around...

Reid sighs, and rubs his eyes. He's tired, and he's frustrated, and he's sad. He hates that most of all. He just wants to put his arms around Luke and kiss him, and touch him, and have Luke want the same thing. But he doesn't. And he might never again.

"Shut up," Reid mutters.


Day five.

“I miss food," Reid says, throwing a shell into the fire.

“Oh God, me too,” Luke agrees, nodding his head vigorously.

Reid snorts.

“What?” Luke asks with a smile.

“I really miss food,” Reid says. “I’m a big fan of food. You can't possibly miss food as much as I miss food.”

Luke eyes Reid’s slim physique skeptically. “Well you must not be too big of an eater,” he says. “You’re not carrying any extra weight.”

Reid smirks knowingly, and Luke turns away with a huff. So maybe Reid's caught Luke looking at him with his shirt off once or twice. There's no shame in that. It's not like Reid doesn't do it too.

“I have a fast metabolism,” Reid says. “I like to eat. I’d kill for some of Hank’s chili and cornbread right about now.”

“Mmm, I love Al’s chili and cornbread.”

“Sandwiches,” Reid says. “I miss sandwiches. Fresh white bread, mustard, mayo, ham, bologna…”

Luke takes over. “Lettuce, tomatoes, cheese.”

Reid moans appreciatively.

“And coffee,” Luke says.

“Mmm,” Reid groans. “Yeah, coffee.”

“Caramel lattes,” Luke teases. “Whipped cream, extra shot.”

Reid’s nose wrinkles. “I haven’t drank those in years.”

“Oh.” It’s disconcerting how often Reid corrects Luke, how many things are no longer what they used to be.

Reid breaks the awkward silence first. “Emma’s pies.”


“Cherry, apple, key lime. I miss Emma’s pies,” Reid sighs. “She makes the best pies on the planet.”

Luke tilts his head to the side. “Yeah she does,” he agrees. “You’ve eaten them a lot?”

Reid’s lips twist a little, but he nods.

“Do we… do stuff?”

Reid raises one eyebrow, and runs his eyes slowly and deliberately up and down Luke’s body.

Family stuff,” Luke huffs. “Dinners at the farm?”

“Oh,” Reid says. “Yeah we do that too.”

“You don’t strike me as the family dinner type.”

Reid shrugs. “I like food,” he says. “Emma cooks good food. Heck, great food, and I’ll put up with almost anything, including your crazy family, for a good meal.”

“Can't we get through one conversation where you don’t insult my family? Or me?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Luke rolls his eyes and Reid snorts in amusement. “I put up with all sorts of things since we got together, Luke. We can’t make it through one family dinner without your mother throwing some sort of snide comment my way.”

“My mom doesn’t like you?” Luke asks, perturbed by this new little factoid. Noah and his mom had always gotten along so well.

Reid shrugs. “She finally came around on our wedding day.”

“Our wedding day? But we were together for four years before that!”

“Believe me, I know,” Reid says drolly.

“So what made her finally change her mind?”

Reid looks at him for a long moment. “She said she could see how happy you were. How happy I made you, and that she couldn’t help but love anyone who made you so happy.”

Luke licks his lips, as a mix of emotions swirl inside him. He doesn’t even remember the last time he was truly happy. It was months and months ago. Before Noah’s accident, before Mason. It was probably back when he and Noah first started making love. Luke felt like their relationship was finally getting on track then. The happiness didn’t last long though. It never did. There was always some new problem or drama that would come up and then things would fall apart.

“I- I don’t remember being happy with you, Reid,” Luke says.

Reid gives a jerky nod, and looks away.

“But I wish I did.”

Reid turns back to Luke, his face a mixture of startled surprise and happiness, and Luke smiles. When Reid smiles back, Luke's stomach gives a little flip.


Day six.

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” Reid tosses his empty coconut aside and stands up, brushing sand off the seat of his pants.

“Enough of what?”

“Enough of coconuts, and bananas, and berries. I’m starving. I want some protein.”

“I’m hungry too, Reid,” Luke says. “But we don’t exactly have any other choice.”

“I’m going fishing,” Reid says.

“Fishing?” Luke laughs. “How? We don’t have any fishing line, or bait.”

“I’m going spear fishing,” Reid says, a look of determination etched on his face.

“Do you know difficult that is? How much skill is involved?”

“I’m a surgeon,” Reid says. “I have excellent reflexes, and I can stand still for long periods of time.”

“I don’t know…” Luke’s skeptical.

“Well we’re certainly not going to catch anything if we don’t even try,” Reid says, and disappears into the jungle.

“Where are you going?”

“To find a spear,” Reid shouts back.

Thirty minutes later, Reid’s sharpened the end of a long, thin tree branch into a sharp point with the pocket knife.

“That actually looks like it might work,” Luke says, surprised.

“Your faith in me is overwhelming,” Reid says drolly. “Really, I appreciate it.”

“Catch a fish and I’ll be impressed,” Luke counters.

“Watch and learn, Mr. Snyder,” Reid says, slipping out of his jeans and shirt and stalking into the ocean. When he’s submerged up to his waist, he stops, and holds the spear in a pose ready to strike.

“Now what?” Luke cups his hands around his mouth and shouts out.

“Now we wait,” Reid calls back.

And wait they do. Luke leans back on his elbows and watches Reid. True to his word, he’s as still as a statue, his eyes trained below the water’s surface, and the muscles in his arms flexed ready to strike. After about ten minutes or so, Luke calls out.

“Any action?”

“I see fish,” Reid calls out without moving. “But they’re a little shy. I’m waiting for them to come closer.”

Another ten minutes or so passes as Luke continues to watch. Reid hasn’t moved a muscle yet, even as the sun beats down and sweat forms on his bare torso. Luke watches as it clings to Reid’s chest and arms, highlighting the cut of his pecs and abs, and the wiry muscles in his shoulders and arms. Luke’s body responds to the picture Reid makes, and he feels his dick start to harden. He presses his palm against the bulge in his pants, enjoying the sensation for a second, then determinedly moves his hand away and forces himself to think unsexy thoughts. Just because Luke doesn’t remember being with Reid, it’s clear his dick does. Time and time again. Luke sighs, and then suddenly there’s movement, and Reid powerfully forces the spear through the water. A second later, he pulls it out of the water and waves it in the air, a decent sized fish flopping on the end as Reid whoops loudly.

Luke jumps up from the sand. “Oh my God! You actually did it!”

Reid strides through the water, heading for Luke, while the fish flops helplessly on the end of the spear.

Luke grins and throws his arms around Reid in a quick impromptu hug. Reid clears his throat, and Luke pulls away, “I can’t believe you,” Luke says. “You’re amazing!”

Reid smirks. “Told ya so,” he says smugly.

Luke shakes his head in amusement. “How are we gonna cook it?”

Reid’s lips twist in thought. “Hot coals,” he says. “I’ll gut it and you get the coals ready.”

Luke nods, and half an hour later they’re eating steaming hot fish.

“So good,” Luke says around a mouthful.

Reid’s too busy eating to speak, he just nods and moans obscenely before swallowing and licking his fingers in a way that makes Luke’s pants feel uncomfortably tight. Again.

Luke swallows, and pulls some more flesh off his half of the fish with his fingers.

“Some salt would be good,” Reid says.

Luke shrugs. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“True enough,” Reid agrees. “I’ll try and catch two fish next time.”

“Maybe I’ll catch one too.”

Reid snorts.

“What?” Luke kicks some sand in his direction. “Don’t be an ass. I could catch one!”

Reid laughs and brushes the sand off his leg. “You don’t have the patience for it,” Reid says. “You couldn’t stand still out there for five minutes, you'd scare all the fish away.”

“Bet I could,” Luke counters.

Reid’s eyes narrow, and size Luke up. “What are the stakes?”

“Fifty bucks,” Luke says.

Reid scoffs. “Fifty bucks? Out here? That’s not exactly useful.”

“But it’ll be useful when we get out of here and are back in Oakdale.”

“You’re forgetting something.”


“We’re married,” Reid says. “Your fifty bucks is my fifty bucks anyway.”

Luke narrows his eyes. “Fine. What do you suggest instead?”

Reid holds two fingers to his lips, and makes a show of thinking.

“If you catch a fish, I’ll collect all the firewood for three whole days,” he says. “And if you don’t, you’re firewood boy instead.”

“You’re on,” Luke says, and holds out his hand so they can shake on it.

They finish up the last of the fish, and wash it down with coconut milk, then Luke heads into the jungle to look for a suitable piece of wood to make his own spear. It’s not until later, when he’s sharpening it with the knife, that he realizes he just made a bet that depended on them needing firewood for three more days out here. He wasn't even thinking of rescue. Reid catches Luke’s eye from where he’s lounging on the sand nearby, and gives Luke a lazy smile. Luke smiles back, and keeps sharpening his spear.

Luke turns out to be a hopeless fisherman. His spear either pierces the water too early, or too late, and his targeted fish swim away time after time. Reid laughs as Luke grows increasingly frustrated.

"It's not nice to laugh at your husband," Luke tells him.

Reid just grins. "You really don't remember me at all, do you?"

After almost two hours, and thirteen failed attempts at spearing a fish, Luke finally concedes defeat and tries to feel cranky at the way Reid crows over his own victory, waving around two fat fish on the end of his own spear, but he can't help but laugh at Reid's antics instead. Luke does suck at catching fish. But he gets really good at collecting firewood over the next three days.


Day nine.

Luke yawns, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. It’s early, Luke can tell, because the light outside their shelter is still dim. Luke rolls over under the blanket covering him, expecting to see Reid sleeping next to him, but he’s not there. Luke crawls forward and pokes his head out of the lean-to, not quite ready to get up yet, but curious about where Reid is.

Reid’s a little way down the beach, and he’s doing what looks like… yoga? He doesn’t seem the type to be into yoga, but there he is, twisting his body in a series of graceful moves. Luke watches him for a while. He’s just wearing his underwear, and Luke can’t tear his eyes away. Reid’s body moves from one pose to the next with so much fluidity and grace, it’s kind of mesmerizing. His sinewy muscles flex as he contorts his body. Who knew Reid was so… bendy? Luke swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling a little dry.

Luke watches as soft, morning sunlight begins to appear. The sun rises on the horizon and lights up the beach, casting a warm glow on Reid’s skin. He rests his head on his hand, propped up by his elbow as he watches Reid go through his movements, until finally, Reid stands, and brings his arms down from above his head, ending with them in front of his chest in a prayer pose, before he starts walking back towards their camp. Luke scrambles back inside the tent and feigns sleep, then silently chides himself for being an idiot as his heart pounds fast in his chest and the sounds of Reid preparing breakfast drift inside.

He throws off the blanket and crawls out.

“Morning,” Reid says quietly.

“Morning,” Luke answers. “Been up long?”

“Half hour or so,” Reid says. “I was doing some yoga.”

Luke feels his cheeks heat up, and he prays Reid won’t notice he’s blushing. “Yoga? Really?” Luke says. “You don’t strike me as the crunchy granola Om type.”

“I’m not,” he says. “But yoga’s great exercise, especially for a surgeon. It helps keep me loose.” Reid smirks.

Luke flushes and looks away, ignoring Reid’s quiet chuckle.

“Sleeping on the beach isn’t doing my body any favors either,” Reid continues. “Thought yoga might help me stretch out.”

Luke nods. “Did it help?”

“Yep,” Reid says. “You should do it too. I doubt your back’s faring much better than mine is.”

Luke grimaces, and reaches a hand behind him to rub his sore muscles. “Definitely not,” he agrees. “But I don’t know any yoga moves.”

“Sure you do,” Reid says. “I taught you.”

“You did?”

Reid nods. “Sometimes I come home late after a long surgery, and I’m wound up tight, yoga helps me relax.”

Luke nods.

“You- you usually wait up for me, when I’m in surgery late,” Reid says. “It’s… nice.”

Luke smiles.

“Anyway, you’d watch me, and then one night you wanted to try it yourself, so I taught you a few things. You enjoy it.”

“I do?”

Reid nods. “Hmm,” Reid says. “Let’s try something.”


“Sometimes amnesia patients are able to perform tasks they have no memory of learning, like playing the piano, for example.”

“Really?” Luke says. “That’s kind of cool.”

“Come try some yoga,” Reid says, holding out his hand to pull Luke up. “See if you know how to do it.”

“I don’t know, Reid,” Luke says, a little skeptical. “I don’t remember ever doing this.”

“Just watch me,” Reid says, and moves into a starting pose. Luke mimics him automatically, and Reid moves into the first movement. “Salutation pose,” Reid says, and Luke moves into the pose.

“Warrior,” Reid says, and again, Luke moves into the pose in unison with Reid.

Luke grins. “I know this!”

Reid smiles. “The human brain,” he says. “It’s pretty extraordinary.”

Luke tilts his head. “It’s like a tangled mass of grey spaghetti, right?”

Surprise shows on Reid’s face. “You remember that? The elevator at the Lakeview?”

Luke chuckles. “Feels like it was just a few weeks ago.”

Reid snorts. “Downward dog.”

They both move into the position, and Luke feels the stretch. It’s a good feeling, kind of familiar, and he experiences a little de javu.

“I- I think that’s when I first started to like you,” Luke says.

“When I did the downward dog?” Reid murmurs. “Kinky.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “No,” he says. “That day we were stuck in the elevator together. You were freaking out. You’re claustrophobic, right?”

Reid licks his lips and nods.

“The way you spoke about the brain, and the things it helps us do… walk, talk…”


Luke nods. “That’s when I started to like you.”

Reid sucks in a breath, and his eyes shine just a little brighter. Luke smiles shyly, then Reid begins a series of finishing poses. Luke mimics the movements, enjoying the way his body seems to know just which way to bend and move. He wonders what else he knows how to do that he doesn’t remember.


Time is strange out here. Some days feel like they last a week, and others go by in a flash. There’s nothing to do except survive. And so, their day is divided into tasks; collect firewood, keep the signal fire going, gather food and water, fishing for Reid, cooking and eating. Sometimes they swim, and sometimes they exercise, but mostly, their days are lazy, and they both spend a lot of time napping out of sheer boredom.

Reid’s iPod survived the crash, and provides a temporary reprieve, but after a week, the battery’s dead and they have no way of recharging it. They play hang man, drawing with sticks in the compacted, wet sand by the shore, but it gets boring fast. Luke would kill for a book to read, but his ereader broke in the crash, and apparently 2014 Luke Snyder doesn't travel with paperbacks.

Reid’s often twitchy, and anxious, pacing along the beach a lot and sighing loudly. Luke remembers him telling Luke that he was nothing without his work, back in Oakdale, before their trip to Dallas.

“Do you miss surgery?” Luke asks later that afternoon, when Reid’s wearing a hole in the sand, his hand tapping nervously against his thigh.

“Of course,” Reid says.

Luke wrinkles his nose in sympathy. “I remember you telling me you hadn’t had more than a day off since med school,” Luke says. “You must be going crazy by now.”

Reid looks at Luke strangely then, his head tilted to one side.

“What?” Luke asks, self-conscious.

“I told you that a long time ago,” Reid says. “Years ago.”

“I remember it like it was last week,” Luke says deadpan, and Reid rolls his eyes.

“Your amnesia humor is not as funny as you think it is, Mr. Snyder.”

Luke grins. “So, what?” Luke asks. “You take days off now?”

“I took ten days off for our honeymoon, didn’t I?”

“I guess,” Luke says. “Did I have to talk you into that?”

“Not as hard as you’d think,” Reid says, then rubs a hand over his face. “Look,” he sighs. “Things changed. We started dating, and you know, we actually wanted to spend time together, believe it or not.”

“No, no, I believe it,” Luke says quickly. “Of course we would, if we were dating.”

“You still don’t believe we dated? Or that we’re married?”

“No,” Luke shakes his head. “I mean yes, I believe it. I’m wearing the proof.” Luke holds up his left hand, flashing his wedding ring. “It just feels like… it happened to somebody else, not to me. “

Reid gives a sharp nod, and looks away, and Luke sighs. He knows he’s disappointed Reid with his answer, yet again, and he can’t even help it.


Day eleven.

Bored beyond belief, Reid tears up their copy of The Intruder, which they’ve both read cover to cover – twice – and makes a makeshift chessboard, coloring in the black squares with a pen he fishes out of his bag. He tears up more paper to make pieces, labeling each one, and they play endless games of chess, sitting in the shade of the trees by the jungle’s edge.

There was all kinds of eye-opening stuff in the newspaper. Luke was surprisingly choked up to read about his fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Hudson, passing away, and equally choked up to read about Maddie's engagement, to some guy named Todd.

Reid mocked him, but Luke just shrugged. He figured being stranded on a desert island entitled him to be a little emotional.

There was a story about Craig Montgomery's latest failed business venture, which was on the shadier side of the law, though police were merely "investigating" at the moment and no charges had been laid yet. Luke didn't even know about the previous business failures listed, including a French perfume factory he'd apparently invested in with Luke's mother. Luke shook his head.

There were articles on a group of Oakdale University students who were holding a charity bike race to raise money for Memorial Hospital, which made Luke smile, and less savory articles, including the gossip section, which was a thinly disguised attempt at news, but was really all about airing people's dirty laundry, like which "mystery" Oakdale residents were having affairs, or getting plastic surgery. Luke could always tell who was being talked about in that section - he'd been the subject of some of the gossip himself over the years, but Luke couldn't make any sense of the items. Reid, however, knew exactly who was being talked about, and Luke was equal parts amused that his husband seemed to be such a gossip hound, and sad that life in Oakdale had changed so much in the four years Luke had forgotten, that he couldn't even recognize it anymore.

Reid turns out to be a chess shark, and Luke protests when Reid beats him in under two minutes the first time they play.

“How did you get to be so good at this?” Luke asks, both amused and annoyed.

Reid sighs. "When I was a kid I used to hang out with these old guys who played chess in Harvard Square,” he says. “They taught me a few things and I got to be pretty good.”


Reid nods. “Play again?”

“Sure,” Luke agrees. “I’m not going anywhere in a hurry.”

Reid snorts, and Luke grins. It’s become their unofficial catchphrase. It’s funny, in a perverse way. Nope, they’re not going anywhere in a hurry.

“I’m going first,” Luke says, setting up the pieces again. Reid just nods and smiles in a way that lets Luke know this game’s lost before they even begin. Luke sighs, and makes his opening move anyway.


Day fourteen.

“So who proposed?” Luke asks Reid. “Me or you? What was it like?”

“Why do you want to know?” Red asks cautiously.

Luke shoots him a look. “Uh, because I’m curious? Duh.”

Reid opens his mouth, and then closes it again, not sure what to say. Luke senses his reticence.

“Is it embarrassing?” Luke asks. “Did you get down on one knee? Did you cry? Were there rose petals, Dr. Oliver?” Luke asks, cheekily.

Reid snorts a laugh. “You seem pretty sure that I was the one doing the asking, Mr. Snyder.”

Luke shrugs amiably. “So tell me if I’m right.”

Reid pulls his lips into his mouth for a moment, studying Luke’s open face.

“Look,” he says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“Why not?” Luke frowns.

“Because it’s – and I can’t believe I’m about to say this it's so gag-worthy – special, and Luke, my Luke, he knows how it happened, and it’s just for him and me.”

Luke’s mouth wobbles slightly, and Reid can tell he’s hurt, but he tries to smile anyway, and nods his assent, then slaps his hands against his thighs and stands up, muttering something about needing the bathroom.

Reid sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers. He feels like a jerk, but the alternative – telling Luke about the proposal, and everything it was wrapped in, Reid’s accident and his long, painful recovery – is just not an option.


Day fifteen.

“I wonder what’s going on back home,” Luke says. They're idling at camp, sick of playing chess and too hot to do anything else. “I wonder how my mom’s coping? Not very well probably.”

Reid frowns. He’s pretty sure everyone’s written them off for dead by now. It’s been more than two weeks since they crashed and they haven’t spotted a single ship or plane. Reid’s sure any official search would have been called off by now, but he has no doubt Luke's family hasn’t given up on them. They have the money to keep a search-and-rescue mission going indefinitely, and even if they've written them of as dead too, Reid’s sure they'd want their bodies found and returned home.

Luke is telling Reid how Holden had once been presumed dead, killed in Kentucky, and how Lily had fallen apart and become basically useless. Reid's pretty sure she'll be equally useless now, but he has faith in Lucinda. That tough old broad won't have given up on them just yet.

“When we thought my dad was dead,” Luke continues. “She was a wreck. I moved back in to help out with the kids because she was a total mess.” Luke lets out a sharp breath.

“She has your dad to lean on this time,” Reid says, trying to be reassuring.

“And the kids,” Luke says, ignoring him. “Poor little Ethan and Natalie. They must think I’m dead. And… and you too. They’d be mourning you too, Reid. You’re their brother in-law.” Luke presses his palms to his eyes, and a moment later he hears Luke sniff.

Reid can handle almost anything, but he hates it when Luke cries. He moves over to sit next to Luke, and places an arm around his shoulders. To his surprise, Luke leans into him, burying his face in Reid’s neck and wrapping his arms around Reid in a sideways hug. Luke must be feeling really crummy for him to react like this. Reid sighs. Luke's already taken half of his meds. They both thought they'd be rescued days ago, but they're still here, and the clock is ticking. Fifteen pills left.

“Hey,” Reid soothes. “Come on now, it’s all right. You can’t think like that. We’re okay, we’re alive, and we’re going to get out of here soon, and get back home safe and sound.”

Luke’s clinging to him pretty hard, and still hasn’t taken his face away from Reid’s neck. “Okay?” Reid says again, gently.

Luke exhales shakily and nods, his soft hair brushing the underside of Reid’s chin. Luke sniffs again, and Reid drops a kiss on the crown of his head, wishing that Luke wasn’t so upset, but enjoying the feeling of holding him so close without needing the excuse of huddling together at night for warmth. He’s missed it more than he even knew.


Day sixteen.

Luke joins Reid for yoga again the next morning. He's feeling in need of some centering and calming after yesterday's emotional breakdown. They perform a series of moves together, and Luke focuses on his breathing. He pictures the air as a blue cloud going in his mouth and down into his lungs until it fills every corner, then expelling it slowly with each exhalation. He used to do breathing exercises like this to try and control his alcohol cravings, and sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't. He feels pretty good now though. That might have something to do with the view, Luke decides.

Reid's wearing just his black boxer briefs, as usual, miles of his tanned, taut flesh on full display as he contorts his body, and holds his poses steady.

Luke takes another steadying breath, and focuses on not getting an erection. He's grateful Reid's standing next to him, instead of in front of him, because he'd have no way of hiding the fact his focus is failing. He discreetly readjusts himself as they move into a new pose, and if Reid thinks it's weird Luke mutters something about a swim and dashes into the cold ocean as soon as they're done, he doesn't say anything about it.


"Sixteen days," Luke says glumly later that day. "We've been here sixteen days."

Reid swallows, and nods. It's a long time. Too long. "Oh hey," he says, calculating the math. "Happy Thanksgiving."

"It's Thanksgiving today?"

Reid nods.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too," Luke says politely.

Reid snickers. "Well yes, we do have so much to be thankful for," he says sarcastically.

Luke shrugs. "We're alive, aren't we? There's always that."

"True enough," Reid agrees. "We're supposed to be having dinner at the farm today," he says. "I think I'd actually kill someone for turkey and pie right about now."

"Well, I'm the only someone around," Luke says. "And killing me won't get you pie so, hands off."

Reid chuckles.

"Do we usually go to the farm for Thanksgiving?" Luke asks. "Together?"

"Usually," Reid says.

"Ah," Luke says, waggling his index finger. "But have you tamed the mighty Hubbard Squash? It's a Snyder male bonding tradition of the ages. Grandma Emma must have offered you the cutting honors our first Thanksgiving together?"

"Uh, no," Reid says. "I cut it the second year though."

"Macho," Luke says, waggling his eyebrows.

Reid smiles weakly, and turns away, digging into a coconut with his pocket knife just to give himself something to do. Luke and Reid's first Thanksgiving together was spent in the hospital. Reid was still recovering from his latest surgery, and his hand was too weak to cut his own turkey, let alone saw through a squash. He wasn't entirely convinced he'd ever be able to saw through a skull again at that point, and when Luke had had to cut up his meat for him, he'd snapped that he wasn't a baby and could Luke stop trying to mother him, it was insulting.

The whole room had gone silent then, and seeing the look on Luke's face made him feel like the world's biggest asshole.

"Sorry," Reid had muttered. "I apologize to you all. That was out of line."

"That's all right, dear," Emma had said, smiling kindly. "We know this is a difficult time for you."

Reid had just nodded, his jaw tight, and the Snyders who had gathered in his hospital room, bringing their Thanksgiving dinner there to share with Luke and Reid, had all gone back to eating and chatting quietly to each other.

Luke hadn't moved though, still staring down at his lap from where he was perched on Reid's hospital bed so they could share the tray.

"Hey," Reid had said quietly. "Look at me."

Luke's face was a mess of emotions, his eyes shiny with unshed tears, and his mouth wobbling.

"I'm an ass," Reid said quietly. "I didn't mean any of that. I'm sorry."

Luke swallowed and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"I mean it," he said seriously, needing Luke to believe him. "I- I can't use a knife at the moment. I do need your help to cut my meat, and that makes me feel like crap, like a useless kid."

"Reid." Luke frowned.

"But I shouldn't take my frustration out on you," Reid continued. "I'm a jackass."

"But you're my jackass," Luke had said, a small smile lifting on his face.

Reid had breathed a sigh of relief, and Luke had finished cutting up his turkey for him, and they'd finished eating dinner together, Reid's weak left hand clasped in Luke's the entire time.

After everyone had gone home, and it was just Luke's mother left in the room, she'd smiled stiffly and wished him a happy Thanksgiving. "Walk me out?" Lily had asked Luke.

"Sure. I'll be right back," Luke had said, smacking a kiss against Reid's cheek.

They hadn't gone far though, when Lily started. "Luke, baby, that man is not good for you."

Reid raised one eyebrow, wondering if they realized he could hear them.

"Mom," Luke said. "Please don't start this again. Not today."


"Baby," Lily said condescendingly. "He's a difficult man. Even more so now than he was before the accident. Is he really the sort of person you want to... saddle yourself to? His recovery will be so long and difficult. You're so young, baby! You shouldn't feel obligated to take on this burden."

Reid had swallowed nervously. Although Lily was way out of line, she was asking the sorts of questions Reid had asked himself. Luke was young, and Reid was difficult. Luke deserved better than a broken boyfriend who was a burden. Hell, they hadn't even made love yet, and Reid didn't know when he'd be well enough for that. Lily was right. Luke did deserve better.

But Luke had laughed. "It's not a burden, Mom! I don't feel obligated," he'd said incredulously. "I love Reid. I want to be there for him."

"But honey-"

"No buts," Luke had said firmly. "Mom, I'm serious about this. If you can't support my relationship with Reid, well... Mom, just please don't make me choose. Because Reid needs me right now, and if I had to choose..."

"You would choose that man over your own mother?" Lily had hissed.

"I don't want to have to make that choice, Mom. Please don't make me."

There had been silence for a long moment then. Then Lily said, "Fine, I- I'll stay out of it. As long as you know what you're doing."

"I do," Luke had said sincerely. "I love you, Mom. And I love Reid, and he loves me too. Trust me."

"It's not you I don't trust, baby."

"Mom!" Luke had said exasperatedly.

"Okay, okay. I love you too, baby. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, mom."

Lily hadn't tried anything like that again, as far as Reid knew, but she'd always been stiff and formal with him over the years, and it wasn't until their wedding day that the ice had thawed.


Reid was still caught up in the memories, and didn't realize he'd carved far too big a hole in the top of the coconut.


"Huh?" Reid looks up at Luke, who nods down at the coconut in amusement. The water inside is trickling out onto the sand, and Reid shakes his head. "Sorry, just thinking about stuff."

"Good stuff?" Luke asks.

Reid just shrugs.


Day twenty-one.

Luke knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't be sneaking around like this, but he does it anyway, his heart kick hammering in his chest the whole time.

Luke had just rolled out of bed a few minutes earlier, when Reid had picked up his soap and told Luke he was headed for the waterfall to bathe. Luke had nodded disinterestedly, but once Reid was out of sight, he'd scrambled to his feet, and followed behind at a discreet pace.

Luke peers around the base of a tree, doing his best to stay hidden while getting a good view of Reid at the same time. Reid's naked by the waterfall, standing in water that comes up to his knees and rubbing soap lather onto his arms and chest. he soaps up his underarms and then bends at the waist to wash his legs and feet too. His skin is bronzed brown from the sun now. Luke's is too. Sunburn only lasts so long before it becomes a tan, and it's so hot out here that it's pointless for them to wear clothes most of the time, and they usually walk around in just their underwear during the day, before getting back into their clothes when the weather cools down at night. Luke figures he'll worry about skin cancer later, if and when they get out of here alive.

Luke swallows hard. He's followed Reid out here every day for a week, watching as Reid washes his body, and his hair, and sometimes jerks off. It's wrong, and he knows that, especially when he slides his hand inside his own underwear, and beats off in time with Reid, but he's become addicted to the sight of Reid in orgasm, the way his body stiffens just before he comes, and then jerks with shudders afterwards. It makes Luke hard, and he has to muffle his own cries against his forearm when he climaxes. He always feels guilty afterwards, but it doesn't stop him.

Reid soaps up his hair, his fingers vigorously working the lather through, then he rinses off under the sheet of falling water. Clean now, with his hair slicked back and dark with moisture, he lets his fingers skim along his cock, which starts to harden. Luke takes a step closer, and a twig snaps under his feet. He sucks in a breath, and darts behind the trunk when Reid's head snaps around, and he looks in Luke's direction. Luke flattens his back against the tree trunk, his heart hammering hard in his chest and his palms suddenly sweaty. A moment later, he peers around again. Reid's turned to the side, and he has his hand wrapped around his cock now, stroking it in firm pulls. His head is tilted back, and Luke takes a moment to admire his long neck, and the line of his nose. His jaw line isn't visible, covered by the beard they've both been forced to grow, and Luke closes his eyes for a moment, picturing it from memory. He unsnaps his jeans and slides his hands into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. Under the waterfall, Reid's still jerking himself steadily, his other hand roaming across his chest, stopping to tug a nipple, then dip into his bellybutton before pinching his other nipple.

Luke mimics the movements, tugging his own nipples under his t-shirt. He groans softly, it feels good, and he takes his hand away and puts it against the tree trunk instead, steadying himself while he widens his stance and picks up speed on his cock.

His eyes dart all over Reid's body, drinking him in, and he tugs himself faster, whining in the back of his throat as he chases his climax. A second later, he shudders, shooting his come all over the tree trunk, and shivering through the aftershocks.

He tucks himself away, and watches as Reid shoots against his belly, his moan barely perceptible above the rushing sound of the water. As Reid rinses himself off, Luke turns away, heading back to the beach.

He doesn't know what he's ashamed of exactly, watching Reid without his permission, or jerking off. As Reid's husband, Luke figures he's entitled to do both, but it doesn't stop the guilt from gnawing away inside his stomach, wishing he could be the husband Reid wants him to be, the husband that remembers him and the life they had together.

Date: 2011-12-16 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Twenty-one days...? The family must be going berserk! That's a shuddering thought, though, if Luke runs out of anti-rejection pills before they're rescued...*whines and eyes that number again*

This one seems to be a mostly-ouch chapter...first Reid's phone with the wedding pictures on it, then Luke bursting out about the no-feelings, then Reid remembering about Lily's disapproval of him...even not being able to tell him about the wedding, because of it leading back to other things that Luke doesn't remember. Oh, my heart, she breaks! T_T Poor boys!

I do love that there's still that attraction, thank god...I'd feel horrible if Luke didn't even have that, because Reid really would be in a pickle, thinking that Luke would want a divorce or something soon as they're back on land. (Horrid thought, go away, horrid thought!) And oh, Luke watching Reid bathe...I just...well, all I can say there is YUM.

Also, Reid and Luke with a tan...almost all over...pardon me while my brain melts...<3

I have a horrid countdown going in my head for how many days have counted down already, and there's still so much that needs to be learned, done, told. Sweetie, you have me on pins and needles! I couldn't read this chapter fast enough...but now I'm going to be a wreck until Chapter 4 is out! XD

Date: 2011-12-16 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! Thank you so much! Love this comment! :D

Also, Reid and Luke with a tan...almost all over...pardon me while my brain melts...<3

Mmm, it's a good visual, huh? :D

Chapter 4 is up! Hope you like it!

Date: 2011-12-16 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I am addicted to this fic. Seriously.

Reid looking at their wedding pictures -- that made me tear up. Poor boo.

And all the stuff about Reid's accident and recovery...and him not wanting to tell Luke... wah! “Because it’s – and I can’t believe I’m about to say this it's so gag-worthy – special, and Luke, my Luke, he knows how it happened, and it’s just for him and me.” --------- OMG. :(

The boys in yoga poses... :)

I'm loving that they are kind of flirty with each other. The fish stuff made me laugh...Reid being all still and them whooping when he caught one.

And I'm sort of thinking that Luke's body remembers Reid...just like the yoga stuff.

And they are so going to make love under that waterfall, right? Please, say yes. :D

Date: 2011-12-16 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you for the wonderful comment! Addicted to this fic? Yay! :D

So glad you enjoyed those things! I think Luke's body definitely remembers Reid!

And they are so going to make love under that waterfall, right? Please, say yes. :D

You might want to read the next chapter... :D

Date: 2011-12-16 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This was amazing. I love how the more we read the more emotional it gets; and the way you wrote the "flashbacks" was really cool and interesting.. My heart keeps breaking for Reid. Great job! Thank you! ;)

Date: 2011-12-16 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much! Glad you liked the flashbacks! :D

Date: 2011-12-16 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How long are you gonna keep them on the island? 21 days so The family must be going crazy. Are we gonna get any snippits about what's going on at home?

Edited Date: 2011-12-16 02:40 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-16 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Nope, no snippets. I really wanted to keep this fic focused solely on Luke/Reid. Because I am lazy and only had 30 days to write it. :P

Date: 2011-12-16 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There were so many great moments in this chapter, but I want to call out "The Intruder." From the moment you mentioned it in an earlier chapter, I was croaking to know what was in it! So glad it resurfaced!

I love Luke's curiousity. I'm glad Reid is beginning to notice that Luke is interested in him...he shouldn't worry so much about Luke rejecting him although it is all very difficult.

And I loved the bet....and the chess playing. This is so much fun to read.

Date: 2011-12-16 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! Thanks so much! Glad you liked it! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He wonders what else he knows how to do that he doesn’t remember.

Love Reid!

Luke’s mouth wobbles slightly, and Reid can tell he’s hurt, but he tries to smile anyway, and nods his assent, then slaps his hands against his thighs and stands up, muttering something about needing the bathroom.

Aww, I felt bad for Luke here but I understand why Reid didn't want to share.

Ack! Luke doesn't have many pills left, so I hope they're found soon.

Date: 2011-12-16 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think Luke's body totally remembers how to love Reid! :D Thanks for commenting! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Great chapter! This is such an emotionally rich fic. And the suspense is very well done - will they be rescued on time? will Luke fall for Reid? will Reid trust Luke with the story of his painful recovery?

Date: 2011-12-16 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much! Glad you're enjoying the suspense! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So now I'm pretty worried that they won't be rescued before Luke's meds run out.

Another great chapter. That first Thanksgiving together. :(

Date: 2011-12-16 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much! Glad you're enjoying it! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Now I'm crying. I'm a nervous wreck, his pills are going to run out!!!!! Reid is so sad & mourning the loss of his love. Brilliant!!!! Just brilliant!!!!!

Date: 2011-12-16 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww, don't cry! Thanks for commenting! Glad you're enjoying it! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Another amazing chapter! I love the layers of stories--the story of what happened with them in Oakdale is just as interesting and surprising as what is happening on the island. The scene where Reid doesn't want to share the details of their proposal with this Luke was heartbreaking but so real and understandable. Their first Thanksgiving was incredibly moving and makes Reid's loss of his Luke that much more gut wrenching.

Date: 2011-12-16 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the layers! Yay! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hmmm. I wonder if they'll ever get off the island, at this rate. I know they would survive well enough, but I think it would still be so sad for them, to be thought dead of by the world, to never enjoy sandwiches or novels ever again. I wonder who is fighting for a claim to Luke's fortune right now? So many irrelevant questions...

I imagine they'll get off the island. I doubt that Luke will ever remember, though. Twenty-one days seems like such a long time, for some reason. But there's so much good to that, because Luke will fall in love with Reid a second time (already is!) and I wonder if Reid will see that as the compliment it kind of is, or as proof of how right for each other they are. Although I wish Reid would unburden himself from holding back some of the memories he has... it's as though he doesn't want to explain them because he's stubbornly holding out that Luke will remember and he won't need to. But that might not happen.

Reid smiles weakly, and turns away, digging into a coconut with his pocket knife just to give himself something to do. Luke and Reid's first Thanksgiving together was spent in hospital. Reid was still recovering from his latest surgery, and his hand was too weak to cut his own turkey, let alone saw through a squash. He wasn't entirely convinced he'd ever be able to saw through a skull again at that point, and when Luke had had to cut up his meat for him, he'd snapped that he wasn't a baby and could Luke stop trying to mother him, it was insulting.

The whole room had gone silent then, and seeing the look on Luke's face made him feel like the world's biggest asshole.

"Sorry," Reid had muttered. "I apologize to you all. That was out of line."

Loved this part! My first, immediate thought, was "So Noah." And I'm sure Luke's was too! And he wondered how he could be doing such a thing like smothering a boyfriend again after all he had went through the first time around, how awful that relationship had turned out.

And then Reid apologized. Nothing like Noah after all! :)

Still loving this, Alice. If you don't mind my asking, how many more chapters are there? I just want to prepare myself for knowing when it will end.

Date: 2011-12-16 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Although, ack, forgot to put this in the first comment: beta-wise, Luke and Reid would have spent their first Thanksgiving together in the hospital, not in hospital. Oh you totally different from the ENTIRE REST OF THE WORLD Americanisms. ;) I don't know why we just don't make the switch to what everyone else says.

Date: 2011-12-16 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! Thank you, bb! I'll fix! And yeah, while you're at it, switch to the metric system too kthx. :P

Date: 2011-12-16 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So many irrelevant questions...

That made me LOL! :D

And then Reid apologized. Nothing like Noah after all! :)

Reid is the anti-Noah. Thank god! Thank you for the feedback, bb! I'm so happy you're enjoying it! There are five chapters all up, so just one more after today's.

Date: 2011-12-16 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG you're killing me with this fabulous fic.

First of all, REID. :(((((
Poor bb. He showed Luke the wedding pics. Luke so needed to see the two of them deliriously happy. Even though he can't remember, it's good for him to see the proof of their happiness. My heart just twisted 5 ways to sunrise when Reid didn't want to tell Luke about the proposal and I could just hug him for it. I mean, wow, kudos to him for not wanting to share something that runs so deep with 2010!Luke.

I'm very intrigued by the little bits of info we're getting about Reid's accident. It sounds like he may have had the run-in with the train, or otherwise something equally horrendous, and survived by the skin of his teeth. I like how you reveal this slowly and can't wait to find out more.

I love how Reid is just a frigging Ninja at fishing and yeah, go impress Luke already.
And I love Reid making yoga sexy, without even trying. :)

So secondly, Luke. :((((
Poor bb. He can't help but say things that will hurt Reid. I think you are doing an amazing job by being so true to 2010!Luke and married!Reid. They are in two different places and you're just conveying this so so convincingly and realistically. They are suffering in very different ways and both fearing that Luke may never overcome the amnesia, however, their fear is different. Reid fears he may never have the man back that loves him and Luke fears he may never remember or know the happiest years of his life, doomed to live with this massive gap. You've taken this to a a multi-layered story that's very moving.

So, Luke is really really attracted to Reid. I'm a tad suprised that after 21 days, he's not thought of or wanted to kiss him yet what with the way he's getting aroused at every single turn. Because if his body yearns for Reid and remembers yoga, what will happen if he kisses Reid? I would be curious, and with so little to do there but be aware of each other and of Reid's hotness, wit and manliness, wouldn't he start to obsess over it a little? Apart from the very pressing issues of OMG are we ever getting off and OMG will my pills run out before we are found and OMG will I ever regain my memory.

However, the wanting to kiss Reid (for starters) can't be far off now, what with him sneaking around and following Reid to the waterfall every chance he gets. I bet ya (and I hope) Reid knows he's being watched.

You and Rhi are my heroes with the Lure fics.

Thanks for another fantastic story, I'm so enjoying the ride. ;)

Date: 2011-12-16 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! Ninja!Reid! Love that! :D

And Reid making yoga sexy without even trying. He makes everything sexy without even trying! *dreamy sigh*

Thank you so much for the delightful feedback! Made my day! I'm so glad you're enjoying the slow reveal about the accident. You should get your answers in chapter 4. :)

I think you are doing an amazing job by being so true to 2010!Luke and married!Reid. They are in two different places and you're just conveying this so so convincingly and realistically. They are suffering in very different ways and both fearing that Luke may never overcome the amnesia

Thank you SO much! I'm thrilled you're enjoying the ride! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
PS. again ;)

I love that we're getting snippets from Lure post-Dallas from Reid's perspective. It's great to hear him answer Luke's questions and tell him things about their past (as well as his own). Even though it´s always coupled with a pang of loss, I am really enjoying Reid´s reveals.

And I like that Luke is beginning to acknowledge that something was brewing between them pre-Dallas. Let´s fact it, there was lots of eye-sexing going on and slamming Reid into the wall at the police station. Oh yeah.

I´m also wondering since they are sleeping in extremely tight quarters, the tiny lean to, if their bodies will not betray them in the night and end up all tangled together.

Anyhow. Enough said. :)

Date: 2011-12-16 09:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Anyhow. Enough said. :)

Pfft! Please do feel free to talk about my fic ad nauseum. :P

Thank you! I love that you're thinking about it so much! :)

Date: 2011-12-16 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's getting harder and harder for Luke to resist Reid and eventually he is going to burst. Also I have a feeling Reid actually is aware of Luke's little sneaking around to watch him shower and relishes that even with amnesia his body is aware he still wants him, the brain is really an amazing thing.

Great chapter

Date: 2011-12-16 09:34 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-12-16 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brilliant update again!!

Date: 2011-12-16 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much! :)

Date: 2011-12-20 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I can't stop thinking about "The Blue Lagoon," lol.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, I would bet dollars to donuts that Reid knows Luke's there watching, heh.

But gah, Lily! What a bitch, grrrrrrrrrrrr...

Date: 2011-12-20 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! Hope you continue to enjoy it!

Date: 2011-12-28 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What I wouldn't give for a pic of Reid like that!!!

Date: 2011-12-28 03:27 am (UTC)
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