"You've reached Lachlan Campbell. I'm unavailable and cannae take your call, but if you leave me a message, I'll get back to you in a wee bit. Cheers for now."

[Any message for the muse or mun can be left in a reply to this post - thanks!]


MUN NOTES:
1) We are gradually archiving Tara and Lachlan's past @ kiltedromance. Scenes begin with their first meeting to their courtship right through to their engagement, Lachlan's shooting and right up to their marriage.

2) Just about all of Lachlan and Tara's RP is now played in their new portal they share with their family and friends, princeton2nyc. Prompts here may well refer to play there, but I'll try to link where I can.

For another wee disappearing act! Actually, apologies for me, J and Patto.

See, our Patto is getting hitched this coming Sunday and as Best Man, it has been my responsibility to make sure he had a Bucks Night he wouldnae ever forget remember. Right now, it's give or take whether he even remembers his own name. He's been staying with us for a week and Friday night was the big night. I think he's about 20% into the hangover.

But I'm around! Hopefully get back to some wee posting etc. asap.

Jesse Spencer (c/o spencerfans) @ #23.

I worship you. Once you've blown a pipe, you never go back.

LINK: Video evidence of me pole dancing to 'Macho Man'... remind me to never drink Tequila again.

LINK: Some days, in some surreal way, I'm grateful if happened, others, I wish I could rewind and nay decide to leave work late that night... and then there are the days I dinnae feel anything at all.

LINK: Lachlan didn't know whether agreeing to do a charity concert with the band was a good idea or not, really not liking the hints of stage fright he was starting to feel whenever it was brought up in conversation...

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!

An hour an a half into 2010 here, and I think maybe the first New Year in over a decade I havenae been pissed, but hey! This is the year my lassie makes an honest man out of me, so it's all awesome!

Hope you all had a good one and best wishes for the next 365 days.

Cheers!

LINK: Lachlan couldn't help but scoop his baby son up into his arms and do a victory lap around the house singing We Are The Champions when the wee boy took his first steps just days after his first birthday.

4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck

Lachlan had a pounding headache. Little to no sleep the night before when he just couldn't switch his brain off made for feeling like utter crap when he woke up. He had gotten into a habit of taking Riley to see Tara at the hospital each morning. She might be in a coma, but he didn't want the connection between mother and son to disappear just because Tara wasn't conscious. Riley was usually content and well-behaved on the visits, happy to sit and suck on his Mum's finger or run the edge of her hospital sheets through his little fingers while he watched her face. Four weeks and still counting now that she had been in the coma. Lachlan's nerves were frayed. He was getting more and more scared she might not wake up. It didn't help that it was this week, either. Two years to the day almost since he got shot and he was in the ICU. Which is why it wasn't helping at all to have his baby son sitting on the side of Tara's bed making this high-pitched squealing sound at the top of his lungs like he had no intention of stopping. Lachlan's hands were braced around Riley's belly so he didn't fall off, and he blinked slowly, wishing the headache would let up so his head stopped feeling like it was about to explode and he could actually tolerate his son's attempt at finding his voice, albeit in probably the most irritating way possible.

( “Riley, son. Give Daddy a wee break. Please?” Lachlan moaned softly and wiped Riley's mouth as he dribbled with the enthusiastic squealing he was doing... )


Word Count | 1,307

I'm nay getting any notifs for any of my journals.

If I'm missing anything, poke me. Cheers.

To think, some of us pay for this shite service.

LINK: After pointing to or picking up about everything in the room to try and decipher baby talk, all Lachlan could do was just sit in front of his giggling son, lips pressed together, and wonder what the hell "Bah-po" was supposed to be.

LINK: The last time he tried to build one, he was so sloshed he lost interest and ended up trying to write his name in the snow instead... so to speak.

LINK: Nay matter how shite things are, there isnae any excuse nay to celebrate Christmas with your family.

LINK: Christmas presents were awesome but there wouldn't ever be another better one he could receive in his life than the birth of his only child, a son, on Christmas night a year ago.

LINK: When your child is hurting, you feel like you would truly rip your own heart out if it would ease it just a wee bit.

4.20. "I don't want your help, I want you safe."
Up

Co-written with sexyinscrubs | A week after THIS

Lachlan felt a tiny bit of the weight lift from his shoulders that morning when his baby son was moved from the Paediatrics ICU to the standard Paeds Ward. Riley was out of the woods, with his blood sugar still a little unstable, but his breathing and heart rate back to where they should be. He had been in a really bad way when he was brought in, and Lachlan could hardly maintain his composure when he was told what had happened. Riley's blood sugar had dropped when he missed a meal with Tara unable to get to him. He was also dehydrated from having no access to a drink to satiate the thirst that came from the falling BSL. From there, it was just a rapid descent with his health. He had already been running a minor fever, likely from the fact he was teething again. Once the wee boy realised there was no one there to help him when he cried, he inevitably panicked and became rapidly distressed, spiking a fever. By the time Aiden had actually got to him, it was probably hours since Tara placed him in the buggy. His nappy was so soiled and wet, he had a painful rash all over his bottom and genitals, spanning down to the tops of his legs. The panic had him hyperventilating and the crying meant his little nose was blocked and throat was sore, making it difficult to breathe. He had also scratched at his face because he was so distressed, drawing blood even though Tara had always kept his nails trimmed to prevent him accidentally scratching himself.

( When Lachlan had seen his son in the ER, he hadn't been able to do anything but sob... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,185

3.11. "Try not to be a jerk. I'm trying. I'm just failing."
House, M.D.

Co-written with sexyinscrubs | Follows THIS & THIS

Pat bit down on his lip as he watched Lachlan across the cafeteria table. The Scot, adorned in light blue ER scrubs, was slump down in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him under the table. The tray containing what should have been his dinner was untouched while he stared blankly at the screen of his cell phoned cupped in his hands. Another moment passed and Lachlan hit the call button again, putting the phone to his ear. "Tara, baby, it's me. Again. Can you call me, please? I know you're pissed, you have every right to be. I just want to know how the wee one is. And I... I'm sorry. I didnae mean it. Can you just call me? Please?" He ended the call and went right back to staring at the blank screen.

( “Maybe try calling Riley and Evie's landline?” Pat suggested, giving Lachlan's tray a small nudge so it shifted closer to him in a not so subtle hint to eat something... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 971