Harry was too close like this, working in McDonald’s sick bay. He lost hold on himself in the heady throes of simple conversation. “I wish you’d call me Harry,” he said, hearing the pleading in his own voice.
Harry knew as he said it, that he shouldn’t have. It wasn’t that McDonald would take offense, or dismiss or even deride him for it, as Stanley would have done. No, it was because McDonald would not understand the plea for what it was. Even if he offered the use of his name in return— Alexander— it would not mean for him what it meant for Harry. It would not mean I want to know you more than anyone I’ve ever met. I want to hear you say my name because I think I’ve been waiting for it my whole life. If I hear it in your voice then I will know I am real on this ship that’s so lost even the sea can’t find us.
Rated T
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Written for the Hurt/Comfort Exchange, for The Terror: Dr. Harry Goodsir/Dr. Alexander McDonald (hurt McDonald)
What if Harry had the chance to save the life of the man he loves?
~Rated M~
CW: Canon homophobia, suicide, fire, injury, blood, medical procedures & surgery
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37585003
Henry was changing. John had known Henry many years by now, and of course, he had changed in that time. Henry had properly grown into his looks. His beard was fuller, his manner more graceful, his moods quieter, though no less passionate. But this was different.
At first John felt like Henry was going backwards in growth, getting thinner, stumbling around like a new puppy. But then John realized the horrible truth: Henry was racing ahead, much faster than any man should. He was rushing toward old age and infirmity as if he’d skipped to the last chapter of the book of his life.
~Rated E~
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On the day the men from Terror moved across the ice to Erebus, Henry came to John’s cabin twice. The first time, John gave him a new book by Xenophon. It was a brief meeting, in the light, with the door open and all the important things said silently. The second time was later that night, when the real words might be spoken.
Henry came as soft as a cat, slipping into John’s room in the dark and closing the door behind him.
“You shouldn’t be here,” John admonished, quieter than the creaking of the ship.
“Says the man who’s still awake, waiting for me.”
~Rated E~
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Henry was holding a cloth hat, and he turned it around several times in his hands. He didn’t seem to know where in the room to look. “Mr. Bridgens,” he said, in a voice that shook slightly, “you never took a lover on the ship. Believe me, I watched for it.”
John began to cough. Henry stood unmoving while John poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher in the room. “I never take a lover on a ship,” John managed to say.
“Then you must be wanting.” Henry took a step closer. “I know that you desire me. I’ve handled that knowledge clumsily, and I apologize. Let me be plain: I desire you, too.”
~Rated E~
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Chapter 5 (final chapter): March 18
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