Rating: PG-13 for m/m affection.
Spoilers: "Au Revoir Pizza Place"

Disclaimer: Not mine. 
Summary: Pete and Berg talk on the phone.
Author's Note: I really like writing these late night phone calls.

Feedback: Send it all to rsadelle@graphousa.net and I'll be happy.

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Lonely
Ruth Sadelle Alderson
rsadelle@graphousa.net
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Berg grabbed the phone and said, "Yeah, hello," before he was even
awake.

"Berg?"

"Pete?" Berg eased himself out of bed, trying not to disturb Ashley in
the process, and took the phone into his newly remodeled living room. He
settled onto the couch and cursed himself for letting Ashley get rid of
the coffee table. "It's the middle of the night. Are you okay? Where are
you?"

"I'm okay. I'm in Paris."

"Paris!" Berg exclaimed. "Paris," he repeated softly, remembering
Ashley's presence in the other room, "what are you doing in Paris?"

"I took the second flight to Europe."

"But why?"

"I had to get out of there, Berg. Do you remember what you said about
being out? Well that's me, Berg. Sharon will agree to marry Johnny
eventually and Ashley's practically moved in. I'm the odd man out."

"No, Pete, no. You have me."

"Then why is Ashley there?"

"You don't know she's here."

"Isn't she?" Silence echoed across the phone lines. "Of course she is.
And I'm all alone."

"Pete, you're not--" Berg was cut of by a click as Pete hung up. Berg
turned off the phone and dropped it on the floor. He scrubbed his hands
over his face and through his hair. He curled in on himself and pulled
the afghan Pete always curled up with to watch TV down off of the back
of the couch onto himself, searching desperately for some remnant of
Pete's scent, something to remind him that the apartment had once held
just the two of them.

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The End.
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