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Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Nathan John Quinto, Margo Quinto
Additional Tags: christmas break, Anxiety, filming stress, Angst, perceived infidelity, Relationship(s), single parenthood stress, reunion after a long separation, more tags as we progress, Frottage, christmas in july, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Sightseeing, Making Plans, Wedding Day, Wedding Fluff, surprise paper work
Series: Part 6 of A Bleary, Hopeful Universe
Summary:

Cleaving: to cling (to), to remain faithful (to)

Cleaving: to part or split, especially along a natural line of division.

Chapter 10: Epilogue
   

   

       
        

Summary: A few years later…

Cleaving – AtoTheBean – Star Trek RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Sentences Sunday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving, now that I’m back on track…

“Can I have chocolate chips in mine too?” Nathan asked, climbing up on a bar stool so he could watch Chris cook.  “And whipped cream?  In a face like at Disneyland?”

“Do you want ears like Mickey or a pointy head like Gustafer?” Chris asked, a scoop of batter poised over the griddle.

Nathan cocked his head, mulling over that decision.  Chris grinned at Zach as he waited.

“Mickey,” Nathan finally said.  Chris poured the batter out in the traditional shape and went searching for the extra-large spatula.  

Zach got the rest of their breakfast out of the fridge — orange juice and milk and the chicken breakfast sausages that would likely be their only protein in this carb fest — and he froze.

“You okay?” Chris asked, noticing Zach’s abrupt lack of activity.

“Yeah,” he said, turning to set everything on the counter.  He grabbed a pan to heat the sausages and glanced at the clock. “I was just thinking, we should do something special today.  Something that we can only do when we have all day free and we get up really early.”

“Like what?” Chris flipped the over-sized pancake.  Zach really didn’t want to blurt it out without talking to Chris in private, because once the idea was planted in Nathan’s head, backing out would be just about impossible.  He gave the pancake a meaningful look and then raised his eyebrows at Chris…

…who looked totally confused.

“I don’t know,” Zach tried.  “Let’s find a happy place, full of fantasy and adventure and new frontiers.”

Chris looked at him quizzically.

“And, um, visions of tomorrow,” he continued, trying to remember the names of all the parts of the park after only a half cup of coffee. “And maybe see some pirates?  Caribbean ones?”

“Oh!”  Chris said, eyes wide with understanding.  “You want,” and he motioned to the pancake with the spatula before flipping it onto a plate.  He quickly made a face using banana slices, chocolate chips and whipped cream as Nathan watched with rapt attention.  “You sure?  It’ll be crowded.”

Zach shrugged, glancing at Nathan who was thankfully barely listening as he poured his syrup.  “The annual passes expire this month, and we’ve barely used them.  And if we hurry we can get there by opening and be done with the critical rides by noon.  Then we can just sit in New Orleans Square and eat beignets as far as I’m concerned.  Anyway, you love it.  And so does Nathan.”

“And you?”

“I love being there with you.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathan asked through a mouthful of pancake.

Chris raised his eyebrows at Zach, and when he nodded said, ”Daddy thinks maybe we should go to Disneyland today, but I don’t think you like it there.”

“I like it!” Nathan cried, fork frozen midair with his next bite of pancake.  “I like it a lot.  Oh!  Can I wear my Jedi robes and try to fight Darth Vader?”

“Sure,” Zach said.  “And I can dress up like Mr. Spock.”

“Daddy!  That’s Star Trek, not Star Wars.”

“Oh right. I always get those two confused.”

Sentences Sunday

From Cleaving, now that I’m back on track…

“Can I have chocolate chips in mine too?” Nathan asked, climbing up on a bar stool so he could watch Chris cook.  “And whipped cream?  In a face like at Disneyland?”

“Do you want ears like Mickey or a pointy head like Gustafer?” Chris asked, a scoop of batter poised over the griddle.

Nathan cocked his head, mulling over that decision.  Chris grinned at Zach as he waited.

“Mickey,” Nathan finally said.  Chris poured the batter out in the traditional shape and went searching for the extra-large spatula.  

Zach got the rest of their breakfast out of the fridge — orange juice and milk and the chicken breakfast sausages that would likely be their only protein in this carb fest — and he froze.

“You okay?” Chris asked, noticing Zach’s abrupt lack of activity.

“Yeah,” he said, turning to set everything on the counter.  He grabbed a pan to heat the sausages and glanced at the clock. “I was just thinking, we should do something special today.  Something that we can only do when we have all day free and we get up really early.”

“Like what?” Chris flipped the over-sized pancake.  Zach really didn’t want to blurt it out without talking to Chris in private, because once the idea was planted in Nathan’s head, backing out would be just about impossible.  He gave the pancake a meaningful look and then raised his eyebrows at Chris…

…who looked totally confused.

“I don’t know,” Zach tried.  “Let’s find a happy place, full of fantasy and adventure and new frontiers.”

Chris looked at him quizzically.

“And, um, visions of tomorrow,” he continued, trying to remember the names of all the parts of the park after only a half cup of coffee. “And maybe see some pirates?  Caribbean ones?”

“Oh!”  Chris said, eyes wide with understanding.  “You want,” and he motioned to the pancake with the spatula before flipping it onto a plate.  He quickly made a face using banana slices, chocolate chips and whipped cream as Nathan watched with rapt attention.  “You sure?  It’ll be crowded.”

Zach shrugged, glancing at Nathan who was thankfully barely listening as he poured his syrup.  “The annual passes expire this month, and we’ve barely used them.  And if we hurry we can get there by opening and be done with the critical rides by noon.  Then we can just sit in New Orleans Square and eat beignets as far as I’m concerned.  Anyway, you love it.  And so does Nathan.”

“And you?”

“I love being there with you.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathan asked through a mouthful of pancake.

Chris raised his eyebrows at Zach, and when he nodded said, ”Daddy thinks maybe we should go to Disneyland today, but I don’t think you like it there.”

“I like it!” Nathan cried, fork frozen midair with his next bite of pancake.  “I like it a lot.  Oh!  Can I wear my Jedi robes and try to fight Darth Vader?”

“Sure,” Zach said.  “And I can dress up like Mr. Spock.”

“Daddy!  That’s Star Trek, not Star Wars.”

“Oh right. I always get those two confused.”

Few Words Wednesday

Cleaving:

It was just after a clear dawn that Nathan woke them to announce excitedly that it was time to get up.  

Zach groaned and rubbed his eyes.  “Is it Christmas morning?” he croaked.

“Hmmm.”  Chris shook his head, eyes still closed.  

“Why is he so excited when we’ve had so little sleep?”

Chris’ eyes flew open.

Writer’s Meme

Copy and paste part of a WIP and then tag 10 of your friends. 

I was tagged by @rabidchild67.  Thanks BB!

I’ve been crap at writing lately, but as it turns out I was trapped in the car for several hours today and so I, too, have words!  From the epilogue that never ends, and is at 9k words and counting:

It was a quiet drive to the pizza parlor, Zach driving while Chris texted their contact at Vista.  Nathan roused himself finally when they got home.

“We should bring her dvds,” Nathan said through a mouthful of pizza.  “There was a player in her T.V.  She’s too little to read books by herself, but she’d like Gustafer videos.”

“We can’t get those in stores, buddy,” Chris said.  “And we don’t have time to order them online.”

“She can borrow mine,” Nathan answered, taking another bite.  Chris turned to Zach and raised an eyebrow, making Zach grin.

“That’s…very generous of you,” Zach said.  “We can wrap them up in the morning before we go.”

“She needs a stuffy, too,” Nathan asserted.  “She should have one of hers, but I could give her my extra Build-A-Bear.  I don’t really like that purple one much.  It’s too squishy.  But her arms a smaller, so it will fit her better.”

Zach swallowed, and Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “You know, Nathan,” Chris said quietly.  “We might not see her again after tomorrow.  I’m… I’m very proud that you want to help her, but we might not be able to get your things back if you loan them to her.”

Nathan furrowed his brow.

“It’s okay,” Zach reassured.  “We can order you new copies of the videos, and I’m sure Auntie Katie will be thrilled to take you to Build-A-Bear again.  These are good ideas.  You’re a good boy.”

“But… we might not see her again?”

“We’ll see her tomorrow,” Zach assured him. “And then we’ll… see.  There are other people who want her in their family, too.”

“But, not even for a play date?”

Chris caught Zach’s eye before answering, “Let’s just take it one day at a time, okay?  Let’s be happy we get to see her tomorrow, and try to make that as fun as possible.  And tonight too.  What should we do tonight that’s fun?  There’s still an hour or two before bedtime.”

The evening moved on to games and bathtime and bedtime. Once Nathan was down, Chris and Zach opened some wine and talked more about the visit, pulled together their documentation from Vista, and got confirmation from their adoption assistant that he’d be there by one.  Chris was reserved through the  conversation.  Not unenthusiastic; he made it clear that he wanted to go for it, accept Mira if they were offered her.  But he was strangely reticent.  Or maybe just tired.

They turned in early, but Zach woke at 2:30 to find the other side of the bed empty and cold.

I’ll tag @ao3-brihna, @drgrlfriend, @lesbianchrispine, @multifandom-madnesss, @psychoticpterodactyl16, @rycolfan, @television-and-tea, @trekbedtimestories, @seepunkrun, and @suedescripture.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Progress, perhaps.  Though as I wrote in that rules for writing meme, I feel like I keep writing more but don’t get closer to the end…I’m just asymptotiing out, and “to infinity and beyond” has somehow become the chapter length.  But anyway… CLEAVING.

They sat there a moment in the bank of cheerfully colored plastic chairs bordering the hospital hallway, Nathan slowly recovering on Zach’s lap.  They would need to leave soon.  Get on with their evening, distract themselves from the fact that their lives might be changing significantly over the next day or two, and they probably wouldn’t get any more input.  They’d made their decision.  They just had to wait for Leah to make hers.

“We could write a letter,” Chris said quietly, as if he could read Zach’s thoughts.  “People do it when they want a house; this is way more important.”

“Maybe,” Zach agreed.  “She thanked me for not pressuring her, though.”

“Right,” Chris said with a sigh.  Zach leaned over and kissed him on the temple.  Chris was usually the more patient of the two of them… trusting the universe to pay back his positive attitude and kindness.  It wasn’t like him to want to push things.

“So what should we do with the rest of the evening?” he asked, finally, wanting to pull his boys out of their brooding.  “It’s too late to make pizza, but we could go to Stella Barra on the way home.  What do you say, Nathan?  Sausage pizza and a side of crispy brussel sprouts?”

Nathan shook his head against Zach’s chest.  “Side of ‘tato chips,” came the muffled counteroffer.

Zach bit back a smile and looked at Chris.

“How about both?” Chris suggested, rubbing Nathan’s back.  “We need some veggies, I think, but it also seems like a house-made potato chip kind of night.”

Nathan nodded, his face still hidden against Zach’s chest.

Zach stood, still holding Nathan and expecting Chris to follow, but he startled and dug his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s Monica,” he said, reading a text.  “Wondering if we’ve left yet.”  He quickly texted something back and then looked up at Zach hopefully.  “She says to wait.”  

Few Words Wednesday

From Cleaving Chapter 10– Epilogue

“Daddy!”

Zach looked up from the script he was marking to see Chris approaching, carrying a squirmy Nathan who was squiggling like a fish to get down.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite boys!” Zach said, waving to them from the edge of the set.  He turned to Tobias, the assistant director who was giving him the shoot sequence for next week.  “Anything else?”

“Nope.”  Tobias closed his script and retreated, saying, “Have a good weekend, Zach,” just as Nathan plowed into his legs.

“Hey, Little Man,” Zach said, bending down to scoop Nathan up.  “How long have you guys been here?  We ran a little late.”

“Not long,” Chris said, placing a hand on Zach’s waist and giving him a quick kiss.  “But we caught the last scene.  It’s looking good.  I didn’t think you were filming the argument until next week.”

“We’re ahead of schedule.  My scenes really clicked today,” he said, grinning at Chris because it felt so good to be acting again…Snowden had gone well, but the role was small. This was something Zach could really sink his teeth into.  And Chris seemed happy being a stay-at-home dad between his own projects. They were each doing one or two projects a year, traveling with each other as necessary to keep the family together.  Thankfully, Zach’s current project was filming primarily in LA, and they were enjoying a few months of routine.  “In fact, I’m getting Monday off because they’re shooting some scenes with just Emma.  So I get a long weekend.”

“Were you sad, Daddy?” Nathan asked.

“Nope.  My character was upset, but I’m happy.  I was just pretending for the camera.”

“‘Quiet on the set’,” Nathan mimicked, putting his finger over his lips.

Zach grinned and put his arm around Chris.  “Did you have to be quiet in the sound stage?” he asked Nathan, starting toward his dressing room.

“We were good, weren’t we, Babbo? No talking.”

“We were,” Chris agreed, shooting Zach an amused look.

“You’re a pro,” Zach said.  “I’ll just get out of my costume and makeup, and then we can head out.  Did you guys pick out a movie for tonight?  Is the pizza dough made for Nathan’s Home Pizzaria? You didn’t get dough on the ceiling again, did you?” he asked, nuzzling Nathan’s neck and making him giggle.  

“No pizza,” Nathan squealed, squirming away and hiding his neck.

“No pizza?  Change of plans?” he asked, turning back toward Chris, whom he now saw was dressed a bit more formally than movie night would typically require.

“Yeah.  Well, maybe,” he said, motioning to Zach’s dressing room.

Zach was immediately alert.  If Chris wanted privacy for this conversation…

Once the door was closed behind them, he asked,  “What’s up?” setting Nathan down so he could scamper over to the pile of children’s books on the small sofa in the corner of the room.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck.  “Well, if you’re up for it — not too tired — we should head over to Children’s Hospital.”

“Children’s Hos… what happened?  Is Luca okay?”

“Fine.  Everyone’s fine.  Well, not everyone, but I shouldn’t have led with that.”  He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone.   “I got a call this afternoon.  From the County.”

Oh.  Oh.