s o m e t h i n g . b o r r o w e d

Something Borrowed
[by victoria p.]

Okay, this fic is all Laura Smith's fault. She was writing something where Sirius buys Remus a shirt for his birthday, and we had some conversation which ended up with me saying, "Oh! Does someone say, 'You're wearing my shirt'" like Casey does to Gordon in one of the best television moments ever?

So, um, that's where this came from. The desire to have Sirius say that to someone Remus was sleeping with who wasn't him. And that it should be Lily. Because for some reason, in my small circle of Remus fangirls, we all have a not-so-sekrit Remus/Lily kink. I guess because it's so easy to see Sirius/James, and well, that's only all right if Remus and Lily are having it off together.

As for the title, well, I like the title because it works on four - count 'em - four levels.

1. Remus borrows the shirt from Sirius; Lily borrows the shirt from Remus
2. in the second part, Remus and Sirius are living on borrowed time
3. I borrowed the line and the premise from SportsNight
4. for a wedding, you need something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue - if Remus and Sirius are getting together again at the end, the borrowed shirt is kind of fulfilling that function.

Okay, so that last one is a little wanky, but you've gotta give me credit. *g*

Spring 1976

because I tend to think MWPP+Lily+Snape etc. were born in 1960.

The problem with living with three other boys was that his stuff often went missing. It wasn't that they stole from him. No, it was just that Sirius had the nicest clothes, being the only one who really cared about such things, and therefore, the only one who spent money on them. The other boys (well, if Sirius thought about it, really, it was only Remus) sometimes felt the need to borrow them. And sometimes they forgot to return them.

Pete told me I was turning them into women, that men (boys) don't borrow each other's clothes, even when they're living on top of each other, but he relented when I said that Remus and Sirius were fooling around. If they're schtupping, it's okay, I guess.

Just now, his favorite shirt was missing. If they were on speaking terms, Remus would scoff and ask him how he could tell the difference between one white, cotton shirt and another, but Sirius could, and did.

It was slightly larger than his other shirts, with more room across the shoulders, and had been washed often, leaving it exceptionally soft to the touch.

Ah, Sirius, you clotheshorse. And Remus, you closet lover of fine cotton shirts.

But really, it was his favorite because it was the one Remus wore most often. Remus liked his clothes looser than current fashion dictated, and since he was thinner than James and Sirius, frequently borrowed their stuff. Sirius had noticed the first time when he put the shirt on and it smelled like Remus. It was a subtle scent, slightly salty, with a hint of the woods, as if the forest had imprinted itself on him, even though he spent only the one night a month there.

Is there anything better than putting on your boyfriend's shirt and smelling him on it, on you? I think not. I also think Remus is probably using some nice piney soap from the bubble bath in the Prefects' bathroom. *snerk*

Of course, the tea stain on the left cuff was also a clue. Sirius had been a little upset at the house-elves for bringing the shirt back spotless and starched. He needn't have worried. A week later, the right cuff was stained with ink. Remus was always dragging his sleeves through something or other, distracted by a book or a lively conversation.

I have this picture of Remus as a witty conversationalist, even then. And I guess I like the idea of him already cultivating the absent-minded professor schtick, though in this case, I think he really does get excited about things and people. He's still capable of that optimism, though in far smaller measure than, say, James. He knows he's got a once in a lifetime opportunity to be at Hogwarts, and he's going to make the most of it.

In the three months since The Incident (and no one spoke of it, but it was definitely capitalized in Sirius's mind), Remus had stopped speaking to him, stopped looking at him, and most definitely stopped borrowing his clothes.

The Incident. The Trick. It's a Big Fucking Deal. Especially if it's not only one of your best friends, but someone you've been falling for and fooling around with. They may have covered over the cracks in their friendship, but really, looking at what happens later, I think it was never ever the same again, and this story is about how that would play out, really. About the effects of betrayal, the resulting lack of trust and the inability to say what you really feel when it's most important.

So the fact that the shirt had gone missing again was actually a relief.

He knew things would never -- could never -- go back to being the way they were, but he hoped they could be better. Good in different, new ways.

He whistled as he dressed, causing James to throw a sock at him.

"You're in a good mood, Padfoot," Peter said.

"You have a way of stating the obvious, my dear Wormtail," he replied. James cast him a curious glance, but Sirius shook his head. He didn't want to discuss it in front of Peter.

He looked around, but Remus was gone, bed neatly made, curtains drawn back, almost as if it hadn't been slept in at all.

Sirius shook his head. While Remus had spent a couple of weeks sleeping down in the common room directly following The Incident, lately he'd been coming up to bed. He wasn't one to stay out all night without someone else prodding him. And since he and Sirius were not on speaking terms, there was no one else to prod him.

Foreshadowing! The mark of quality literature, as Pete would say.

Obviously, Lily is keeping Remus out at night.

They slid into place at the Gryffindor table, and Sirius scanned the line of students for Remus. Who was sitting with Lily Evans, their heads bent close in quiet conversation. He felt a growl rise in his throat, and heard James grinding his teeth.

Lily laughed and took a bite of Remus's toast.

Not a euphemism, technically, but yes. Bodily fluids have been exchanged and they're in the cute 'eat off each other's plate' stage.

"You better straighten things out with Remus," James muttered, "before I have to kill him."

"I think things are going to be okay," Sirius replied. "He's wearing my shirt."

James looked skeptical, but said nothing.

Neither of them was so sanguine after watching Lily and Remus sit together in Arithmancy and Transfiguration. Sirius watched as Lily held Remus's attention, simmered as Remus dragged his sleeve -- Sirius's sleeve -- through the wet ink of his notes, and seethed as Remus flushed, Lily giggled and McGonagall eyed them indulgently.

When Peter headed to Divination, James and Sirius skived off Ancient Runes and headed out to the Quidditch pitch.

"I can't believe him!" James said, throwing himself down onto the grass. "He knows I've fancied Lily forever. And I'm the one who saved his arse when you--"

Sirius tensed, then forced himself to relax. "Don't worry about it, Prongs."

"Easy for you to say." James ripped a handful of grass up and tossed it at him. "You're the one he should be angry with! But I don't see him sharing his toast with Eleanor Faraday."

See, a few people questioned the choice of Lily, that Remus would do that to James. My feeling is, at sixteen, people do a lot of shit they shouldn't do to their friends. Remus isn't trying to hurt James, but Lily is available and interested. She's a free agent, and I think Remus is so hurt that he doesn't necessarily care about James's feelings for her. Because even though he and James are friends, and James saved his ass, James and Sirius are still as close as ever. And I think that James's response to Sirius would be a big sticking point for Remus. If James scolded Sirius but then acted as if everything were normal again, I think that would send Remus the message that James was still going to clean up Sirius's messes, and that James would always, always take Sirius's side, even when he was so very wrong.

James had to walk a very careful line between censuring Sirius and still supporting him.

I think a lot of the fixing that went on had to have been James's work, James and Peter, really, probably acting as a go-between, and if I ever finish The Last Full Measure, we'll get James's thoughts on the Trick.

"I don't fancy Eleanor Faraday anymore, so I wouldn't care."

James looked up from the patch of grass he was stripping bare. "What? You fancied her for ages."

Sirius nodded. "Finally shagged her, too."

James's eyes widened behind his perpetually smudged glasses. "When? And why didn't you tell me?"

Sirius shrugged. "Valentine's Day. It was a big disappointment. I mean, yeah, it was fine, but it didn't mean anything."

Again, Pete tells me this is girly. Which, you know, James points out. *g*

"Mean anything?" James looked baffled. "What the bloody fuck are you on about, Padfoot? It means you shagged her."

"If you shagged Evans, it would mean something, right? 'Cause you fancy her, and not just for a quick lay."

"Yeah, of course it would."

"Well, Eleanor Faraday didn't."

"You're such a bloody girl sometimes. Worse than Moony, even." James's face darkened again. "He better not be shagging Lily."

"I don't think--" Sirius took a deep breath. "I don't think Moony likes girls. I hope he doesn't."

"You don't think-- doesn't like girls? What do you-- Moony's a shirt-lifter?"

Using "shirt-lifter" here was a conscious choice. One, I was tired of "poof" and "poofter;" I wanted something more esoteric and yet still in use. I've heard conflicting reports of where/how "shirt-lifter" evolved and when it was in use, but it seems to be insulting (British people, please correct me if I'm wrong), though not out-and-out "I'm going to break your nose over it," at least, not between friends.

James, being a straight sixteen-year-old jock, is probably parroting parents/relatives/coaches/etc. Sirius is too wrapped up in his own misery to care, and really, they've accepted a werewolf. I think after the initial weirdness of sleeping/changing/showering/wrestling wears off, James and Peter both are pretty okay with the gayness. Or they would be, if Sirius and Remus weren't complete emotional basketcases who can't get their act together.

"I think so." Sirius ignored the insult, steeled himself for possible rejection -- something he was now intimately familiar with, thanks to Remus -- and blurted, "And I think I am, too."

I love that Remus's rejection means so much more than his family's.

"What?"

"I think I'm gay and I'm in love with Remus." It came out in a rush. It was the first time he'd said it aloud, and his chest was tight with anxiety.

James bolted upright. "Bloody hell, Sirius. Warn a bloke before you spring something like that on him!"

I'm sorry, this cracks me up. There was some question about among various betas about the conversation feeling stilted, which I wanted, and I think it worked out all right - I didn't want it to be the Hogwarts Afterschool Special: Sirius Comes Out! James is a great friend; he just needs some time to adjust, and Sirius is not as confident as he appears, and he needs James to listen because he's carrying around this other secret, this thing about liking boys, liking Remus, and now it's all gone to hell because of his own stupidity.

Sirius stared down at his shoes, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks. It had been difficult enough to admit it to himself, even after the dreams, years of dreams and the need to watch other boys in the locker room, in the showers, in their room at night.

I think it must be really difficult to be in that position; to be able to look and to want to look and to feel like it's wrong if you do. Because let's face it - most straight sixteen-year-olds would kill to get a glimpse into the opposite sex's locker room showers. Neither Sirius nor Remus is in an easy position (nor any gay teenager in that sitch), but I think it's easier for Remus to control/repress/hide than it is for Sirius.

He still went out with girls -- Eleanor Faraday had been the latest in a long line. But snogging girls hadn't stopped him from dreaming of boys.

James, he'd thought at first. It was just how much he loved James, more than his own brother, more than himself. But it wasn't James's face he'd see when he closed his eyes and touched himself. First had been Athelstone Brown, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain when Sirius was a fifth-year. Last summer, it was Finbar O'Shea, one of the Gryffindor Beaters.

And then, at the beginning of this year, Remus.

Lots of people have him either be the school slut or have him fall for Remus right away or be in love with James.

I like the idea that he was infatuated with James but realized it wasn't anything more (and even if it were, in this scenario, James is All About Lily, so Sirius would have been SOL), then realized he liked other boys, and *then* fell for Remus. Because it means he's put some thought into it.

His breath caught as he remembered being huddled under James's Invisibility Cloak with Remus, hiding from Filch, breathing each other in, unable to tell where he ended and Remus began. Their first kiss, tentative, fumbling, exactly like kissing a girl and absolutely nothing like it, the body pressed against his hard and lean, a mirror of his own -- similar, but different in so many little ways, so precisely Remus that Sirius couldn't breathe even thinking about it. They'd pulled apart, laughing in little huffs, mumbling jokes about practicing before Christmas rolled around and mistletoe littered the castle. But that hadn't been the end of it. No, that had only been the beginning.

I just love writing first kisses and first times, and the big revelation scenes.

There were stolen kisses in the greenhouses, and behind the equipment shed. Secret explorations with hands and lips and tongues at night when Peter and James were sleeping; the silk slide of skin on skin in the Prefects' bathroom, bathing in warm water, warm hands, warm breath.

He'd fallen headlong and hadn't even known it at the time. When Eleanor Faraday, a year older and possibly the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, whom he'd pursued fruitlessly -- aimlessly -- all term, asked him to Hogsmeade with her for Valentine's, he'd gone like the eager puppy James always called him, avoiding Remus's eye. Because he fancied girls and this thing with Remus was just a lark, two mates having fun because they couldn't be arsed to charm girls.

Ah, denial. Sirius Black's true best friend.

But the experience had been a clue he couldn't ignore. It hadn't been bad. It was just that he'd thought it would be different, more, better. That his skin would tingle for hours afterward where she'd touched him, that he'd yearn for her taste to linger on his tongue, dream of her fine copper hair spread on his pillow.

Instead, her perfume had made him sneeze and her full lips and lush body suddenly seemed overripe, unappealing -- a trap instead of a treasure. He'd rushed off as soon as it was over, showered quickly, sneaked into his own bed and dreamt of Remus.

He'd had to do some fast talking the next day, and he didn't tell Remus he'd shagged her. Just that he wasn't interested in her anymore.

Remus had looked skeptical, but willing to be won over with a playful wrestling match that soon turned into something else entirely. Hands lingered under shirts, lips and breath warmed skin against the early spring chill; bodies thrust together until they both came, shuddering and shaking in the grass beneath their favorite tree. He'd held Remus, or Remus had held him -- Sirius wasn't sure anymore; they'd been so closely entwined that again, he'd almost believed they were one body -- until they were able to move again. The blissful languor weighing down their limbs had made them late for supper.

But then Snape had ruined everything, sticking his big nose into their business, spreading rumors about them and insinuating that Sirius wasn't the only one with whom Remus was experimenting.

You know, I don't even think Snape has a thing for Remus in this. I think he was just being a malicious, vengeful little git. And Sirius went way overboard with his retaliation out of jealousy and embarrassment. I think Sirius thought Snape had a thing for Remus, which in the end, is what mattered.

Even remembering the sly look on Snivellus's face was enough to make Sirius's blood boil, and recalling the disappointment on Remus's was enough to give him chills.

"Whoa, Padfoot, where'd you go?"

Sirius blinked, James's voice pulling him out of his reverie. "Sorry. I was just remembering. Before --" James nodded, no need to say before what, "Remus and I were," he thought for a moment for the right words, "feeling things out. And then--" Another nod from James, glasses slipping down his nose. "But he borrowed my shirt this morning."

"So you think he's going to stop hanging about Lily and forgive you?"

Sirius nodded. "Soon, I expect." He clung desperately to this hope; he managed to sound far more confident than he felt, but he just couldn't believe Remus would taunt him like that. It had to mean something. He realized James was still regarding him warily and knew how strange the whole situation must appear to him. He shrugged a shoulder, hoping James would understand. "You don't mind, do you?"

James took his glasses off and wiped them on his robe. Sirius knew he was stalling, and waited.

"Mind? No. I guess not. It's just weird. I-- You never fancied me, did you?"

"No, you prat."

"I'm a flash bloke, you know. All the girls dig me. Nothing to be ashamed of." Sirius punched him in the shoulder, James punched back, and Sirius knew it would be all right. A little weird at first, yes, but nothing they couldn't handle.

Ah, James. I like this James.

***

Sirius kept telling himself it would all be all right, even though Remus almost missed dinner. He rushed in, flushed and disheveled, just as dessert was served, and walked right by Sirius to sit with Primrose Slattery, one of Lily's friends.

Woo! Lily and Remus having afternoon sex up in the boys dormitory!

This is how Lily gets the shirt. Well, how exactly, I'm not sure. But she puts it on instead of her own, as women are wont to do when they really like a guy and want to keep him close.

The whole first part was written in a rush, and this second part, from where Sirius confronts Lily through the Remus/Sirius confrontation, and then final section, set in the pre-OotP narrative present, were all written together in a rush on the train one morning. It was the bits that held them together, the transitions, that took so damn long to figure out, those two sentences where Remus rushes in late and Lily doesn't show at all. I couldn't decide what I wanted the timeline to be - was there a tentative rapprochement between Sirius and Remus - did they speak at dinner? Did Sirius see Remus taking the shirt off?

Then I decided it all had to happen in the one day, otherwise it would look, as a few of the betas and more than one feedbacker put it, as if Remus were taunting Sirius with the shirt.

Of course, there's also the question of whether Remus knew how much emphasis Sirius was placing on the shirt. Me, I don't think he knew, but I'm not sure. Remus didn't speak to me *at all* as I wrote this, so I'm pretty much in the dark as to what he's thinking most of the time. Except at the very end.

He didn't join them in the common room, either. Peter and James went off on a kitchen raid and Sirius stared into the fire, wondering if he'd got everything wrong again.

Lily sat across from him, head bent over some Muggle paperback, and at first he didn't even focus on her, but something seemed off, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stared at her as if he'd never seen her before. She hadn't been at dinner, he realized, and she'd changed clothes sometime during the afternoon. When the realization hit, he had to close and open his eyes and look again, pieces of the puzzle locking into place, filling him with a cold and deadly fury.

And the penny drops.

When the other students began drifting up to their rooms, he waited, his eyes never leaving her.

James and Peter came back from their kitchen raid and offered him some illicit sweets. He shook his absently and said, "You go on. I'll be right up." He barely recognized the strangled sound of his own voice.

James followed Sirius's gaze to Lily, frowned, and then looked askance at him. "You sure you're all right?"

"Fine," he said flatly. James didn't seem convinced, but he herded Peter away, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Sirius before disappearing up the stairs.

Soon he and Lily were the only two left in the room. She rose and stretched, delicate beneath the oversized clothes she wore.

Sirius moved quickly, blocked her way to the stairs.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Did you want something, Sirius?"

"You're wearing my shirt." His voice was cold and dangerous.

And we come to the entire reason the damn story was written.

Anyone who's seen the episode of SportsNight knows exactly what I'm talking about. The situations don't really parallel, but the resonances are there. At least, I think they are.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"My name is stamped inside the collar." She looked skeptical, so he reached around and pulled at the neck of the shirt. She turned and blinked, because sure enough, his initials and the Black family crest adorned the inside of the shirt.

This was troublesome for me, but then I figured, why wouldn't his name and crest be stamped on his clothing - that way the house-elves know whose stuff is whose.

She took a deep breath and unbuttoned the shirt, slipping it off her shoulders, holding his gaze with those clear and scornful green eyes. He stared at her, fair skin and white cotton bra luminous in the firelight. She dropped the shirt as though it were beneath her to touch it, and when he reached out to catch it, she walked past him up the stairs, back straight and head held high.

And here we have Queen Lily, not at all fond of Sirius, treating him like crap, haughtier than the purest pureblood.

One day I'm going to write a fic about Sirius and Lily and their prickly path toward friendship, or you know, not killing each other.

He was still standing there, clutching the shirt like a security blanket, when Remus came through the portrait hole.

His anger flared from cold to hot. He flung the shirt at Remus.

The anger at Lily is cold, deliberate, calculated. The anger at Remus is hot and passionate and out of his control, because his feelings are involved, not just his pride. To Sirius, Lily is just the means Remus uses to get his revenge; she's not important to the plot as Lily. She's just the girl James likes and Remus has, and so, in Sirius's mind, Remus has screwed over both him and James. And he's not really wrong, though arguments could be made both ways.

"You backstabbing son of a bitch."

Remus caught it easily, his expression unreadable. "Are you talking to yourself or to me?"

Sirius hit him.

Their confrontations had rarely been physical. At first, he'd been afraid to hurt the deceptively frail-looking Remus; later he'd learned that even muscles developed from hours of Quidditch practice were no match for werewolf strength. He didn't care at the moment, hot with righteous anger at evidence of Remus's betrayal.

He landed the first punch and then found himself flat on his back, Remus straddling his chest, not even breathing hard.

I love this. I'm sorry, I know that's probably really lame and wanky, but just... Poor Sirius. And Remus, so fucking cold, so righteous in his own sense of betrayal.

"How could you?" he asked, not bothering to wipe away the blood trickling from his now-tender nose. "Fucking Evans! How could you do that to James? You know she belongs to him."

And Sirius is explicit in how exactly he sees Lily.

"I'd say Lily belongs to herself," Remus replied, "and what she does is her own business."

"This is how you repay your friends? James saved your arse --"

Remus leaned forward until his nose was almost touching Sirius's; his eyes were dark with anger and something else Sirius couldn't identify.

"James only had to save me because you fucked up."

Sirius looked away for a moment and swallowed hard before bulling on with the conversation. "James is your friend and you know how he feels about her."

"You're angry because it's Lily? You're angry for James?" The intensity in his voice sent a thrill through Sirius, even in his anger.

Sirius's mouth went dry, and Remus, poised above him, held his breath, his face an impassive mask except for the eyes, which asked a question Sirius couldn't answer. Instead, he nodded once.

Remus rose with easy grace. "Fine," he said, flat and cold, the heat in his eyes gone. "I'll break it off tomorrow." With that, he disappeared up the stairs.

*sniff*

Sirius can't tell the truth when it really matters, can't force the words out past the anger. And Remus, tired and wanting his friends back, knows he's trespassed against James, even though Lily is a free agent and all that. Because there's a rule, and I'd imagine this rule has been around a long, long time, and wizard or Muggle, British or American, you don't go out with the person your good friend has a thing for, even if they tell you it's okay. It's just tacky.

I think here Remus just wants an acknowledgement that Sirius knows he screwed up, and Sirius isn't going to give it to him, not while his own feelings are so raw.

So the James-Sirius friendship once again asserts its primacy, and Remus is shown his place in the hierarchy. And because he just wants his friends back, he accepts it. Or something. I dunno. It's two am. I can't imagine I'm making much sense now.

Sirius slept on the couch that night, the shirt clutched in his arms, then left it behind for whoever might find it.

He pretended he didn't care that it was gone; at some point, he forgot it had ever meant anything more than a clean shirt, before he forgot he'd ever owned it at all.

Another difficult transition. This whole bit after the asterisks is what held the story up for weeks, because I couldn't figure out how to go from here to Lily/James and Remus and Sirius being friends again..

***

Sirius never told James that Lily had been with Remus; he learned to smile whenever James rhapsodized about her red hair or alabaster skin. As far as he knew, James thought the estrangement between him and Remus was because of The Incident. James never asked about their relationship again, and Sirius was thankful for that unexpected sensitivity.

James did, however, pressure them to behave civilly, to at least try to reach some kind of peace. After a summer apart, Sirius and Remus were able to act normally around each other, and by Halloween of their seventh year, the act had become a reality. They were never as close as they'd been, but Sirius reckoned they were equally to blame for that, though he never voiced the thought aloud.

Christmas rolled around, and they were all feeling a little apprehensive about it. Everyone had lost someone to the violence spreading through the world outside Hogwarts, and many more students than usual stayed at school over the holidays, James, Lily, Sirius and Remus among them. Peter and his family had gone to Canada, away from the dark shadow beginning to stretch over wizarding Britain.

The holiday cheer had a desperate edge to it, and the fact that Christmas Eve was a full moon did nothing to ease that anxiety for Sirius, Remus or James.

James hovered in front of the mirror, attempting to make his hair lie flat while the mirror clucked in sympathy.

"You look a little nervous, there, Prongs," Sirius said, lounging on his bed. "You're never going to fix that mess, and nobody cares anyway. Who are you trying to impress?" He knew the answer, of course. It was Lily, had always been Lily, since they were third years and she'd pushed James in the lake for hexing one of her friends.

"Ah, yes." James cleared his throat and fidgeted. "I was hoping-- About tonight--" Sirius tensed. "Lily's agreed to have dinner with me in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore's said it's all right -- Christmas Eve and all, but--"

"I'll be alone with Moony."

"Yeah."

He hadn't been, though in September he'd rejoined the motley little pack on their monthly runs under the full moon. The wolf had been rough with him at first, but settled down in the following months, especially after they'd finally let go of the lingering rancor between them.

"It's okay with me if it's okay with him," Sirius said with a nonchalance he was far from feeling. His own romantic adventures had included a drunken stumble with Romeo Spinnet and the occasional unsatisfying grope behind the equipment shed with Finbar O'Shea, who wasn't nearly as good a kisser as Remus.

"Let's ask him, then."

"Ask who what?" Remus said, attempting to negotiate the door with his arms full of books and brightly wrapped packages.

"Let me help you with that," James said, grabbing the top two boxes from the pile and dropped them on Remus's bed. "Lily's agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me tonight," he continued, "but it's the full moon and--"

Sirius held his breath and studiously avoided looking at Remus's face. Remus might have been able to hide from everyone else, but Sirius could read him like a book, and just now, he didn't want to see the way his mouth would tighten and his eyes would go flat in resignation. He focused on Remus's jumper, instead, on the too-long sleeves that were fraying at the cuffs.

Sirius doesn't want to know if Remus was really in love with Lily, so he can't look him in the face, because he'll be able to tell.

Remus, of course, is not in love with Lily. He's feeling guilty because he slept with her and then dumped her so James wouldn't be mad at him. Remus really doesn't cover himself in glory in this fic, but since we don't really see him close up, he sort of slides by.

Also, how hot is the image of Remus in the sweater with the cuffs fraying, and Sirius being so tuned to him even now that he can't watch.

Remus shrugged and dropped his pile of stuff on the bed, as well. "Good for you, Prongs. It's about time. She's a lovely girl." He turned to Sirius, and Sirius couldn't see any regret in his eyes, but then, he really didn't look very hard.

As the year sped by, James and Lily were suddenly inseparable, and Sirius found himself longing for that kind of connection. He never quite shook the feeling he'd had it and lost it, and it haunted him for years.

One of the things I tried to do was show how the Trick, and this aftermath, could have led to Sirius suspecting Remus. I still don't understand why, and I doubt in canon we'll ever get a really good explanation. But if you know in the back of your mind that when hurt, your friend will betray you and sneak around while doing so, and you know he's a damn fine liar, well. Yeah. The trick gives Remus a good canon reason to believe Sirius is the traitor, and I hope this story gives a good possible explanation as to why Sirius would, a few years later, be convinced Remus was the spy. Because after this, they don't really trust each other again.

Am I stating the obvious? I can never tell if what I'm trying to say and what I'm actually saying match up in a story, so, um, mostly that's what I was trying to say. Well, that, and "You're wearing my shirt." *g*

***

July 1995

This whole section was written at Pru's suggestion. She didn't like me leaving them all hurt and angsty, and wanted some kind of resolution. So. Pre-OotP. Moving into Grimmauld Place. Pretty much my favorite era for these two. There's still so much hope and possibility open to them.

"You don't have to move in," Sirius said.

"If you don't want me there--" Remus began.

"No, no. I do. But the place is a horror."

"I remember," Remus said wryly. He'd been treated badly by the Black family on his one visit to number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Sirius recalled.

"I don't know what possessed me to offer it to Dumbledore."

Remus put a warm hand on his shoulder. "You're doing it for Harry."

"For Harry."

"I'm sure James would appreciate the sacrifice."

"Yeah." His voice was a little thick, and he noticed Remus's eyes were brighter than usual.

Okay, normally, I loathe weepy!Remus. But I think he's getting choked up here on Sirius's and Harry's behalf, not his own. Because Sirius hasn't really had time to mourn. He's just been living in a black hole of grief and rage.

He resumed packing. He was doing the clothes and the few housewares and pieces of art Remus owned, while Remus went about boxing up his precious books.

For someone who'd lived hand to mouth for so long, Remus had accumulated a lot of ... stuff. Admittedly, his wardrobe was more scant and threadbare than it had been before, but the sheer quantity of books and scrolls and photographs the man owned was ridiculous. Trust Moony to own more books than decent clothing. He didn't even have a broom.

Sirius bought him the broom in OotP. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I also like the idea of Remus as bibliophile and packrat and keeper of arcane and esoteric stuff. I think it's the Giles influence. Mmm...Remus/Giles... Ahem. Or Indiana Jones. (You know there's a good dog-name joke in there somewhere. I'm just too tired to make it.)

Sirius felt around the back of the closet to make sure he hadn't missed anything, and came up with another shirt. He pulled, but it was stuck on something. Carefully, since most of Remus's clothes were already almost beyond repair, he worked the shirt free of the tangle of hangers trapping it in the closet.

He yanked again, and it came free; his momentum landed him on the bed, shirt in hand. It was old and yellowed, and smelled like it had been at the back of the closet since time began. Maybe it had come with the flat, Sirius thought, an ink stain on the cuff catching his eye.

"Merlin," he breathed.

It couldn't be-- He checked inside the collar and sure enough, his initials were stamped there, along with the Black family coat of arms. "You kept it."

"What?" Remus asked, turning away from the bookshelves. Sirius held up the shirt. "Oh. That."

I've been asked by a couple people how Remus ended up with the shirt when Sirius had it last. I believe that Sirius left it in the common room and Remus went back and picked it up, shoved it into the bottom of his trunk, and forgot about it. Later on, it was a good shirt, and he wore it, because he didn't have many good articles of clothing, even if it had an inkstain on the cuff (left there for remembrance), and then put away again after Sirius was sent to jail. Or perhaps worn even then, because necessity humbles everyone, and Remus was poor.

Remus ran a hand through his hair, smudging his cheek with dust. He looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Yes. I-- It was never meant to be revenge, Sirius." Sirius stared at him, unable to speak. "I just-- she--" Remus closed his eyes and shook his head, laughing ruefully. "Lily was a wonderful girl and a good friend." Sirius nodded, still not trusting his voice even if he'd been able to form a coherent thought to speak. "I needed that after-- what happened." He shrugged and took the shirt. "She was-- It was the first time for both of us; it only happened a few times. I didn't much care for girls, though she was lovely. And she-- she loved James even then, I think. Or maybe I just want to believe that."

While it's not necessarily a regular thing to drag up these kinds of memories and still feel them, I think Remus knows how immediate they are for Sirius, and that refocuses him, and makes him remember how much it hurt and how much he loves Sirius, even now.

I don't think it's out of nostalgia that he makes the offer, but out of a sense that they had potential, and he doesn't want to waste that anymore.

Remus isn't as romantic as this may make him seem.

Sirius closed the distance between them, the ache in his chest for once having almost nothing to do with Lily and James and everything to do with himself and Remus.

"I lied," he said. "It was never about James."

"Excuse me?" Remus asked, startled.

Sirius reached out and took a sleeve in his hand. "I was upset for James, yes. He was my best friend and you knew how he was always yammering on about Lily. But mostly I was angry for myself. Hurt. Jealous."

"Jealous?" Remus said, eyebrows raised in surprise. "You fancied Lily, too?"

Everyone fancied Lily in my version of the Potterverse.

Sirius snorted. "No, you git."

"Oh." If the conversation weren't so important, Sirius would have laughed and teased Remus for the way he flushed when he realized what Sirius meant.

"I never forgave you. I wanted-- and I messed it up, and then--" He shook his head. "We never had a chance. I was young and stupid and I threw it away."

"We were young and stupid," Remus corrected gently.

Sirius gave a barking laugh. "Yes, Professor."

I just like it when Sirius calls him Professor, because I don't think he ever does in canon, and it's sexy. He should have. I also think Sirius is kind of incredulous that Remus actually became a professor at Hogwarts.

They stared at each other for a moment. Sirius looked away first, aware of how much he had to atone for, how much damage he'd done.

*sniff* Poor Sirius, killed before he had the chance to believe he'd made amends. Such a waste.

Yes, I subscribe to the theory that there is no wanking in Azkaban. Not with the dementors there. I don't think you could sustain the pleasure, even with not-happy memories of sex.

I also think that Azkaban and the dementors are a literal representation of depression, which does tend to rob one of sex drive. So I think Sirius is very rusty, even if all the parts are back in working order.

"Sirius?" Remus reached out a hand, ran his thumb over the arch of Sirius's cheek. Sirius sucked in a startled breath, his body responding in ways he'd thought it never would again, after the long, cold years in Azkaban. "It's not the most auspicious time, and I'm not in any position to offer you anything," Remus said with a self-deprecating laugh, "but we could still--"

I love Remus.

Ahem.

Sirius covered Remus's hand with his own, brought it to his lips and kissed the palm, tasting sweat and dust and Remus.

"I would if you would," Remus finished, breath hitching as Sirius darted his tongue out for another taste.

"I would."

end

This is a riff on the end of the Buffy episode "Phases", the one where they find out Oz is a werewolf.

Oz: You mean, you'd still...

Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice and you're funny. And you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month I'm not much fun to be around either.

Oz: You are quite the human.

Willow: So, I'd still if you'd still.

Oz: I'd still. I'd *very* still.

*meep*

*loves Oz*

and there you have it.

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Note: The "You're wearing my shirt" thing comes from the SportsNight episode"Sally." Everyone should own the SN dvds and love Danny.

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