Blow Us All Away // thenamesallison & hitechprosthesis
It’s his birthday, the big 3-0, as Connor keeps reminding him with increasing levels of drunkenness. He didn’t want a big to-do; honestly he’d rather be back at Xavier’s, prepping next week’s chem lab, but Ally insisted on a celebration, and when your wife’s tottering around with an eight-and-a-half-month-old fetus inside, well, you don’t say know. So there’s a party in Avengers Tower, an eclectic group of friends and coworkers gathered to get drunk in his honor.
Daniel’s mostly hovering, a moth around Ally’s light, making sure she’s comfortable, plying her with snacks, getting her off her feet whenever possible. “You look tired,” he tells her. “Beautiful, but tired.” At one point she leaves to go to the bathroom--Daniel suspects she’s also taking a break from his frantic anxieties, but that’s okay--but when she doesn’t come back for a while, Daniel breaks away from the party to search for her.
He knocks on the bathroom door. “Allycat, you in there?” When he doesn’t hear anything, he cautiously opens the door, only to find Ally, leaning heavily against the sink, a pool of something at her feet. “Ally?”
