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Destiny Calling

3x10

Oswald feels guilt over Ed's heartbroken state after Isabella's death and decides to have dinner with him thinking it will cheer him up, but during dinner, Oswald spills the tea about his involvement in Isabella's murder...and true feelings for the beautiful, broken man wearing a sexy, well-tailored green suit...

And Ed realizes some quite scary feelings of his own...

*Tissue warning*

Oswald walks into the living room only to find Ed curled up in a ball on the couch crying softly into a pillow.

"Ed...do you need anything? Tea? A clean blanket? Because, you've been using that one for weeks and...it's starting to smell." Oswald says quietly, looking at Ed with concern and worry. He almost regrets what he did. Ed is a wreck, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

"I'm fine. Just need rest...is all. And to find out who killed Isabella...it wasn't Butch. I don't know who it was, but I'm going to find them..." Ed sniffs, tears all over his face.

"Ed, you haven't been outside at all since her funeral. That was weeks ago."

"You pity me." Ed says blankly.

"I'm scared for you! You don't eat, you're not sleeping!" Oswald snaps, looking at the bottle on the coffee table. He picks up and discovers it's a bottle of Vodka. "And now you're drowning your sorrows in liquor. This is what you've stooped down to? Living your life in a bottle?!" Oswald exclaims.

"You do it." Ed says coldly, glaring at Oswald.

"I never wanted this for you... I want you to be happy. I don't want you dying at age 26 from... from alcohol poisoning! Or winding up with a bad liver in your 40's or 50's! This is what this will do to you, Ed. I know, I'm being a hypocrite, but your life is worth far more than mine, Ed. I'm worthless compared to you..." Oswald says quietly, sitting down beside Ed on the edge of the coffee table.

"You know what? Let's have dinner here tonight. Just you and me. You deserve to have some fun." Oswald says warmly, grinning at Ed.

Ed sits up slowly, looking at Oswald with empty, sad eyes.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. If you'll excuse me, I should take a shower. And you're right. The blanket smells." Ed says quietly, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

"I'll have Olga take care of the blankets and those clothes you're wearing. And I'll tell her to prepare your favorite. It's still medium rare Steak and mashed potatoes, correct?" Oswald says warmly.

"Correct." Ed says quietly before walking up the stairs.

Just then, Oswald's phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" He says warmly.

"Hi, Ozzie. Long time, no chirp." Barbara Kean says maniacally.

"What do you want, Barbara?" Oswald hisses.

"Simple. You tell Eddie the truth about what happened to the poor little librarian, or I'll tell him myself." Barbara threatens.

"You wouldn't." Oswald says in horror.

"Try me. Nice talking to you, Ozzie!" Barbara says, hanging up.

2 hours later, Oswald is sitting at the table in the dining room, gnawing his fingernails in anxiety. Oswald suddenly hears a surprised gasp in the doorway. He looks up and smiles at the tall, slim green-loving genius he's so madly in love with.