Diverse

Chapter 11 - Cats, spiders and love

NOTES: 

So, my dears, some of you missed the details from the previous chapter about how Henry handled the problems down there with Alex...Well, I wrote some smut, nearly 300 words.

I'm still not sure if it's missing from the story, so help me out with your opinion. 
If you want me to post it, please let me know in the comment section.

Warning, it's pretty 🔞

As usual: I'm going to jump in places and time and I'll switch POVs during the fic, but I don't think you'll have any trouble figuring it out.There will be some text messages. 

The bold letters show who wrote them: M: Magnus, A: Alec.

Alec -London

Alec was thinking. He was thinking a lot. He was trying to figure out how to apologize to Magnus. Sure, they talked, but they had awkwardly avoided any serious topics so far. It was a good start. But Alec had never been a man of words, and spontaneity was far from his mind. That's why he always planned everything. And he was overthinking. A lot. That's obvious. That's why he was sitting at his laptop, writing who knows how many possible scenarios for his apology, considering all the possibilities, calculating, adding, and subtracting so as not to screw up again.

Because he knew that if he did something spontaneously, he would screw it up badly. Because he did it spontaneously that night, and he spontaneously ran like a coward, refused every opportunity to talk things out, and spontaneously fucked up their lives. The cats' lives, too. His sister's life, too. And here he warned himself that he was already overthinking how much he'd overthought back then.

And then it occurred to him that there was one time when he hadn't thought anything through, he had acted spontaneously, yet he was the happiest man on the planet. The time he didn't end his life on the bridge and accepted a stranger's invitation instead.

Or rather twice, when he took Church and Chairman Meow home that rainy night...

A loud crack and Church's shrill whine brought him back to the present. Something is wrong. The cat meowed in pain. He rushed into the living room and found the cat meowing in the middle of a ficus tree on the floor, littered with broken flower pots, scattered dirt, and torn leaves. He looked at Alec and tried to get to his feet, but something was wrong with his front leg.

"Oh my goodness! Church, how many times have I asked you to leave that plant alone on top of the wardrobe? Come on, show me your feet. Geez, you've got potting soil all over your fur."

Alec picked up the cat, who had dropped some leaves and potting soil on the floor. He touched the cat's leg, and Church meowed in pain.

"Okay, sweetie. We're going to the vet." Alec sighed.

He put the cat in the carrier, grabbed his car keys, and they drove to the vet. Since it was already 9 pm, Alec couldn't go to his usual vet, so he had to go to the on-call vet clinic, which meant one thing: a strange vet. He wasn't really happy about this because he knew that Church was only willing to accept one vet, Dr. Lydia, but it was an emergency, and Church would have to accept the strange vet whether he liked it or not.

Alec hoped he would think twice about falling from the top of the wardrobe into a ficus tree next time. When they stopped in front of the animal hospital, he suddenly had an idea. He pulled out his cell phone, took a picture of Church, still covered in flower-filled dirt, and sent it to Magnus.