Chapter Text
I remember everything.
Those three words both delighted and terrified Owen to his very core.
“...And?” Owen said, expecting the absolute worst, but hoping for the best.
“I missed you.”
Owen blanked. Could it be? It couldn’t…
“...I’m so sorry…” Owen murmured, needing to apologise for what he did, for who he became, not for his sake, but for Curt.
“Owen…” Curt reached his hand toward Owen. “Come in, we need to have a long talk.”
Owen hesitantly took Curt’s hand and let himself be led inside Curt’s hotel room.
They both sat on the double bed, the distance between them feeling insurmountable.
They looked at each other in an awkward silence, neither one wanting to start. Curt busied himself with a piece of imaginary lint on his cuff while Owen found some wrinkles in the bedsheets to smooth.
“So…” Owen eventually began, avoiding meeting Curt’s gaze , dreading what Curt’s response would be. “Do you hate me?”
“No…” Curt said, staring at Owen intently, whose surprise was written as plain as day over his face. “I’m sorry for freaking out… I was still processing…”
“I understand… I’m sorry for everything I did to you as…”
“I know. You’re redeeming yourself now. That’s all that matters.” Curt put his hand in the swath of bed between them, reaching out. “And now I know the whole story… I can see why you became the way you were.”
“Curt…” Owen stared at Curt’s hand as if it was a lifeline he wanted desperately to deserve, but didn’t.
“Hey. Even though I forgot you, I could see you were slowly healing and becoming more like you again. I would be honoured if you’d let me heal alongside you.”
This tore at Owen’s heart. Curt was hurting too. He had known of Curt’s grief over that night, and wished to exploit it and make it worse. But now… now it’s time to finally move on.
“I forgive you for that night.” Owen took Curt’s hand in his. “You could’ve saved me or prevented it, yes, but how were you to have known what it led to?”
It was Curt’s turn to be surprised at Owen as Owen gently squeezed Curt’s hand thrice, their coded I love you.
Curt responded by squeezing it thrice in turn.
“What room number is this?” Owen asked.
“2016, why?” Curt asked, puzzled, before catching on. “Oh! It’s…”
“Your hotel room from the night.” Owen smiled, eyes dancing with innuendo.
“Fourteen years later… who’d have thought that we would be back here?”
“Did I ever actually apologise for the cyanide in your drink?”
“The fact that that night led us to being in bed together hours later more than made up for it.”
Owen laughed, genuinely and happily for the first time in far too long.
Curt looked at Owen lovingly, knowing that he had the man he loved back making him feel far happier than he had since the accident.
“Darling?” Owen smirked, eyes twinkling.
“Yes, doll?” Curt responded, pulling Owen into his arms.
“Get the curtains.”
“Yes, sir.” Curt saluted and got up, drawing the curtains in the hotel room.
“Now… it has been five bloody years without kissing you.” Owen said sternly, annoyed at this great injustice in the universe.
“You’re not gonna panic and run away again?” Curt teased, walking back toward Owen.
“Hey!” Owen pulled Curt close to him. “Just shut that stupid face of yours and kiss me.”
“Gladly.”
The world fell away as Curt kissed Owen for the first time in five years. It was like they were the only two people in the world, and they were finally one again.
That entire weekend was just the two of them and occasional room service, it was pure heaven, re-exploring each other and learning how they fit together once more.
Owen felt like he was on cloud nine, he never thought he could be this happy, and he knew for a fact that Curt felt the same as neither of them could stop smiling at one another or holding each other. It felt absolutely amazing to have Curt’s hand in his once again. Any thoughts of revenge against Chimera fell away as they just wanted to preserve what they had found again.
Curt and Owen had an early check out, so they were busy packing at just before seven AM on the last day in Monte Carlo.
“Curt, darling… do we have to go?” Owen whined, flopping back on his bed. “We’ve got a good thing here and I don’t want real life to ruin it.”
“I know, honey.” Curt smiled, grabbing the ring box out of his bag. “I wanna stay too.”
Owen pouted.
“You know… we can keep the happiness going…” Curt got down on one knee, and opened the box. “I know this isn’t legal or anything… but I want to be able to call you my husband, even if it’s just among our family… so will you do me the honour… Owen, you okay?”
Owen had almost fainted from surprise and overwhelming joy.
“Babe?” Curt shook Owen to keep him from passing out.
“I’m alright. You don’t need to fawn over me.” Owen grinned, merely playing a joke on Curt. “If you think my answer would be anything but yes, then where have you been the last fourteen years?”
Curt slipped the ring on Owen’s finger and they shared a long and happy kiss, delighting in the fact that they were never going to be apart again.
~*~
It was one O'Clock in the morning in Guadeloupe, and Di Mega was asleep in bed, the moon shining on her face through the cracks in her blinds.
Everything was peaceful and quiet in the house as everyone was asleep. The only noise was the whirr of the fridge as everyone slept.
Then Di suddenly woke up,sitting bolt upright as she sensed something changing in the world. She could tell, a mother always can.
“It happened.” She grinned, practically vibrating with her elation. Her son was engaged. He’d be safe and happy and settled down.
When Curt and Owen finally got home at five in the evening that day, they lied and said they technically eloped while they were out there, just to see Di faint from shock.
After she briefly chewed their ears off for that, she sat them out and began to plan their illegal wedding.
Now all that Di needed to do was make it legal for them. So she added that to her to-do list she kept taped to the fridge.
Curt and Owen were happy, with the past behind them and their eyes firmly on their future together.