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Title: Affliction, Part 13/13
Author: illyriaone (Thesseli)
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: I once swore I would never write a vampire story...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
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Colin paced back and forth nervously as he and the others waited backstage for their signal to go on. Drew was out there warming up the crowd -- Colin had been concerned for a while that there might not *be* a crowd tonight, since it was their first new taping session. The first one since they’d announced to the world what Colin had become.

“Relax,” said Ryan, coming up behind him and rubbing his shoulders. Normally Ryan’s scent alone was enough to make his tension level drop, but tonight was different. Tonight was the night that he would find out if he would be accepted, or if his career was over.

Colin leaned back into the comforting touch. Over the past few weeks, he’d come to realize how much he loved being with Ryan, and how thankful he was that the other man had insisted on staying in his life. The others had been great too…Wayne and Greg, who were on with them tonight; Drew, who’d been supportive from the beginning; even Brad, who’d finally overcome his concerns and was looking forward to his next time on the show. But these were his friends, people he’d known for years. What about the people on the outside? There was still a lot of prejudice out there -- his kind wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms. *Anywhere.* The press release had been issued a few weeks ago; by tonight, everyone in the audience would have already heard what happened to him. Not that they were going to hide it; they just didn’t know if it would be mentioned in passing or if it would be spoken about freely. They’d agreed they would play it by ear tonight, basing their actions on how the audience reacted. He hoped they would respond well. He didn’t know what he would do if he had to give all this up.

“If this doesn’t work out tonight,” said Colin carefully. “I want you to know--”

“Never mind that,” Ryan interrupted, nudging him forward as he heard their cue. “We’re on.”

And with that, they bounded out on stage.

“Good evening everybody and welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway -- on tonight’s show…”

“The eyes have it…Greg Proops.”

“Check out that ass…Wayne Brady.”

“He gives necking a whole new meaning…Colin Mochrie.”

“And…did you see the size of those feet? Ryan Stiles.”

The audience applauded as each name was read, but their enthusiasm seemed to increase when Colin’s name was announced. The decibel level had definitely gone up, and there were a few whoops and whistles mixed in.

“I’m Drew Carey, your host -- let’s come on down and have some fun!”

Drew did his customary walk down the stairs to his desk The crowd seemed very upbeat. “Welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway, the show where everything’s made up and the points don’t matter. That’s right, the points are like a jockey’s uniform to Ryan -- they just don’t matter.”

There was laughter from the crowd. Drew seemed to sense their good mood; somehow he was always able to tell what an audience wanted, and how far he could go with them. “Before we start tonight, I’d like to welcome back Colin Mochrie. Colin was feeling a bit under the weather, as I’m sure you’ve all heard…”

There was some excitement at that statement, but everyone still seemed pretty positive. Drew flashed a look to Colin, who nodded briefly. He decided to go for it. All or nothing, Colin thought, mentally crossing his fingers.

“But he’s feeling alot better now, since he started that new diet. Hey Col, I hear this thing cured your astigmatism and your lower-back pain. Do you think it’ll bring your hair back too?”

Although his heart was racing, Colin tried to act as normally as possible. He shook his head good-naturedly, as he usually did when the bald jokes started. “Not according to the doctors,” he said, trying to sound as sad as he could. “That’s a genetic thing, not a disease.”

The crowd “Awwwwed”. Drew chuckled and waved one of his cards at Colin. “But see? He *did* ask them about it.”

“It was my only hope,” he said, giving the crowd his best puppy-dog look. They ate it up and “awwwed” again. Colin was astounded. Did they really not care?

“And by the way, folks, there’s no need to worry about any of tonight’s performers -- they all ate before the show, and none of them are hungry. Yet.”

Colin made a face at Drew, then smiled sweetly, showing his teeth. The crowd responded by whistling and cheering wildly; from all appearances, they loved it. Colin was dumbfounded, and leaned over towards his lover. “Ryan…?” he whispered in confusion. Ryan grinned, then nudged him again, encouraging him to turn his eyes to the audience so he could see how they really felt about him.

At first Colin thought there must be something wrong with his new contacts -- he just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t think anyone would do much more than tolerate him…what else could he expect, the way he was now? But somehow they were doing more than that. They were acting like everything was OK. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much, just in case, but his relief must have shown on his face. Ryan reached over and gave him a friendly pat on the arm, and he finally, *finally* started to relax.

Wayne laughed as Drew stuck out his tongue at Colin. “Hey, you think you might wanna bite Drew, after the show?”

“Jeez, do you want Colin to get cholesterol poisoning?” Ryan replied, shaking his head.

“Hey, it’s not *that* high,” Drew shot back, laughing.

“Sure it isn’t,” said Ryan, nodding in an exaggerated fashion.

Drew straightened up and exhaled, as if to imply that he was mortally offended. “Hmmph,” he said. “Now, on to our first game, Party Quirks. Greg here is the host of a party, and all the others are guests at the party…”

* * *

“I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it. They didn’t care at all.” Colin was beaming; he looked like he was on top of the world. It had been hours since the taping ended and he was still on Cloud 9.

“Judging by that warm reception, the only thing you’ll have to be afraid of is me trying to crack you up onstage,” Ryan chuckled. Even though he’d steadfastly reassured Colin whenever he’d been depressed or uneasy, he was still very, very grateful that things had worked out as well as they did. “I told you everything was going to be all right, Col. You should’ve believed me.”

“But I didn’t think that -- I don’t know -- I didn’t think things would be the same as they were before.”

“Well, not exactly the same,” Ryan pointed out. “Before, you never got a standing ovation just for showing up.” He paused thoughtfully. “Come to think about it, I’ve never gotten a standing ovation, just for showing up or otherwise. You should be proud of yourself. Everyone still loves you.”

“Especially you?” he teased, poking Ryan with his elbow.

“Especially me,” Ryan said with a grin. “God, I don’t know what the future’s going to be like with the two of us together, but if it’s anything like tonight…I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

“I hope so,” Colin said, settling down alongside his lover. He sighed contentedly. It had been a long day, and he was more than ready for a good night’s sleep. He was just about to put an arm around Ryan when his cell phone rang.

“Better get that,” said Ryan. “It might be your agent, with yet another TV show.”

Laughing, Colin picked up his phone. “Hello?” he said.

There was a pause. During that short span of time, the look on Colin’s face had gone from easy humor to surprise, then to trepidation. He put his hand over the receiver. “It’s Luke,” he whispered.

Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. Neither Colin’s wife nor his son had made any attempt to contact him in over a month. They didn’t even know what -- if anything -- Luke had been told about his father. “What’s he saying?” Ryan mouthed to him.

Colin listened for a few moments; and Ryan watched as his expression, which had been so worried only moments before, now shifted to one of immense relief. He almost looked like he was going to cry, but not because he was unhappy. Far from it.

Ryan prodded him again. “What’s he saying?”

Colin smiled at him, his eyes bright, and covered the receiver once more. “It’s OK. He wants to talk.”

Ryan linked his hand with Colin’s and snuggled closer, offering all the support he could without saying a word. He hoped this would go well. He didn’t know what the future would bring, but he would be there at Colin’s side through it all. That was the only thing that mattered. They were together; and together, there was nothing they couldn’t face.

Date: 2011-03-09 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waynebradylady.livejournal.com
i loved it. for not wanting to write a vampire fic you did one hell of a fantastic job of writing a great one.

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