JOHN BARROWMAN / SCOTT GILL RPS FICLET - GUARD HIM WELL
JOHN BARROWMAN / SCOTT GILL RPS FICLET
GUARD HIM WELL
Title : Guard Him Well
Characters : John Barrowman / Scott Gill - both their POV’s
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : As always, I don’t know, own or have any rights to JB or SG.
Guard Him Well
I listen to the tone of John’s voice as he takes the call in the other room. He sounds upbeat and laughs occasionally, so I know he’s talking to someone he likes.
It gives me time to accomplish my task.
I quietly slide the zipper back on John’s suitcase and raise the lid.
I have to smile at the way he packs. To quote him - he’s ‘robbish’ at it. The times I’ve told him he can get three pairs of balled up socks into each trainer to save space. All I get is him poking his tongue out in reply.
Lifting a pile of t shirts that will look like the dogs have slept on them, I gently kiss the small black item I have taken from my pocket and place it in the case.
“Guard him well.” I whisper, replacing the t shirts.
I manage to zip up the case and am back in my chair, reading my book, when John walks past the doorway.
I like Glasgow. It’s home, sort of. There’s definitely a pull here. An atmosphere that feels right.
The show went really well. It’s a much better format and it’s really gelling.
I dump my case on the bed in my hotel room and unzip it.
I’ve packed too much, as usual, and it’s all creased up. Scottie manages to take stuff from his case and it looks like its just left the ironing board. Mine? Usually hangs in the bathroom for a day or two so the creases drop out. I know about space saving and crap like that, but when you travel as much as I do . . . .
I put my hand in the case to lift out the pile of t shirts and it comes into contact with something soft and furry.
I smile and pull it out.
I look at the clock. John will have found it by now.
Sitting on our bed, I run my hand over John’s side, knowing he won’t be there tonight.
I look at the large bed, knowing that one side of it will be empty tonight.
I never tell him but I hate it when he’s away.
He should be here with me but he has to work too.
I pick up his pyjamas and smell them, filling my senses with him.
I carefully place the small furry thing on the empty pillow.
I climb into bed and hug his pillow.
I climb into bed and reach for the furry thing, lifting it to my face with care.
I close my eyes knowing that my kiss will soon find him. And with that kiss is a much love as I can give him from afar.
I know his kiss is there. I feel it touch my face.
“Thanks Easter Cat.” I whisper.
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GUARD HIM WELL
Title : Guard Him Well
Characters : John Barrowman / Scott Gill - both their POV’s
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : As always, I don’t know, own or have any rights to JB or SG.
Guard Him Well
I listen to the tone of John’s voice as he takes the call in the other room. He sounds upbeat and laughs occasionally, so I know he’s talking to someone he likes.
It gives me time to accomplish my task.
I quietly slide the zipper back on John’s suitcase and raise the lid.
I have to smile at the way he packs. To quote him - he’s ‘robbish’ at it. The times I’ve told him he can get three pairs of balled up socks into each trainer to save space. All I get is him poking his tongue out in reply.
Lifting a pile of t shirts that will look like the dogs have slept on them, I gently kiss the small black item I have taken from my pocket and place it in the case.
“Guard him well.” I whisper, replacing the t shirts.
I manage to zip up the case and am back in my chair, reading my book, when John walks past the doorway.
I like Glasgow. It’s home, sort of. There’s definitely a pull here. An atmosphere that feels right.
The show went really well. It’s a much better format and it’s really gelling.
I dump my case on the bed in my hotel room and unzip it.
I’ve packed too much, as usual, and it’s all creased up. Scottie manages to take stuff from his case and it looks like its just left the ironing board. Mine? Usually hangs in the bathroom for a day or two so the creases drop out. I know about space saving and crap like that, but when you travel as much as I do . . . .
I put my hand in the case to lift out the pile of t shirts and it comes into contact with something soft and furry.
I smile and pull it out.
I look at the clock. John will have found it by now.
Sitting on our bed, I run my hand over John’s side, knowing he won’t be there tonight.
I look at the large bed, knowing that one side of it will be empty tonight.
I never tell him but I hate it when he’s away.
He should be here with me but he has to work too.
I pick up his pyjamas and smell them, filling my senses with him.
I carefully place the small furry thing on the empty pillow.
I climb into bed and hug his pillow.
I climb into bed and reach for the furry thing, lifting it to my face with care.
I close my eyes knowing that my kiss will soon find him. And with that kiss is a much love as I can give him from afar.
I know his kiss is there. I feel it touch my face.
“Thanks Easter Cat.” I whisper.
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