Next Step, CSI:Miami fanfiction
Wow, this was like, thought up in the middle of my shower and typed out in less than 20 minutes. I don't think this is worthy of public consumption and I am ashamed I've even typed it out at all. After more than a month of dealing with RL and Lord Procrastination, it is finally posted. I hereby sincerely apologise for fanfiction fail.
Title: Next Step
Type: One-shot
Words: 300
Pairing: Eric/Ryan (HardyBoys)
Warnings: Possible slash; squint and turn your head 23 degrees to the left to see it. Don't like don't read. Spoilers for season 8 episode 5 (Bad Seed). Dialogue-fic.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: CBS, Anthony E. Zuiker, Carol Mendelsohn and Ann Donahue own CSI:Miami. I don't (sadly).
Summary: There was one last thing he needed to do before leaving the past behind.
Beta: -
Special thanks to lausi_gm for test-reading this and giving me the confidence (yet again :D) to post things up. *HUGS!*
Next Step
"Hey."
"Hey, how did it go?"
"H took it well. Nat and Valera were crying, but it wasn't as if I was never going to see them again. So... how was work?"
"Weird case. If only you were out on the field with us."
"Nah, didn't want to play fourth wheel to the Three CSI Musketeers."
"WhaEveryone needs to stop calling us that! Jesse was... I need a little more time to get used to Cardoza. Walter's alright, I guess. Although I wonder why he's always tagging along when we're out in the field. New guy should learn from Dave"
"And I broke things off with Calleigh."
"... Oh."
"Hey"
"How did she take it?"
"She'll survive."
"Of course."
"Well, um. I'm going to crash soon. My body thinks I haven't rested enough the past couple of weeks."
"Sure. I'll, uh, talk to you soon."
"I broke things off with Calleigh."
"I know, you just said it."
"Ryan. I broke things off with Calleigh. And I'm downstairs at your apartment with a six-pack and a pizza. And I need a place to crash before my body does, so can you buzz me up?"
"Oh. Right, I... If you let me have all the olives."
"I always give you the olives, anyway."
"Just checking. I'll see you in a few, then."
"Yeah, I'll just... hang up."
"Sure, go ahead."
"... Ryan?"
"I thought you were hanging up?"
"I was but I only have two hands."
"And?"
"I don't have any free hands left to ring your doorbell and uh... I'm at your door."
There was a few seconds of muffled footsteps before the door was opened, and when he saw Ryan's grin, Eric knew the next chapter of his life had started with a step in the right direction.
fin.
Completed 6 November 2009, 02:14.
Crossposted:
FanFiction.Net, FicWad, CSI Slash and wolfe_delko.