Impossibly not mine
Title: Impossibly not mine
Rating: K
Summary: Kristen was fussing over a vase of... of blue roses, was that even natural?
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no harm is meant.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
A/N: What you are about to read is the result of a shitty week. Nothing went as planned and no ideas wanted to stick around long enough for me to make something out of them.
This is one of four fics based off roses, their colors and how many you send a person. They are all short, barely over a thousand words but I hope you'll be able to understand whats going on in each of them. I will, however, explain them at the end just in case.
1. Impossibly not mine: Codiasi
2. Soundtrack to my broken heart: Codenaton
3. 'First date': Centon
4. Silent love: Centon
They don't have to be read in this order considering none of the match each other.
*My codiase muses have returned, but by the look on Randy's face, I know they won't be around for long so I will try and get something written for Membership before they go.*
Blue Rose
Ted turned off the water just as the doorbell rang. He stepped around the frosted glass, grabbing a towel off the warming wrack and wrapped it around his waist. He wasn't in a hurry since he knew his wife would answer it.
The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror fogged from top to bottom. Ted opened the door, letting the steam billow out and the cold air rush in. He wiped a circle clear in the middle of the mirror before turning on the faucet. Plugging the bowel he let the water fill about two or three inches and grabbed his shaving kit from under the sink. Once he retied the knot in his slipping towel, he began getting ready for his day.
After two grueling months of traveling, Ted finally caught a break. The end of RAW last night started the beginning of a rare two week vacation for a few of the superstars. Evan, R-Truth,Yoshi and Sheamus being the other lucky winners.
Since the show was held in Tampa, once it was over Ted grabbed his things, trading the communal showers for his very own. You can just imagine the look on his wife's face when he arrived.
Stopping at the bottom stair, Ted cocked an eyebrow at the sight before him. Kristen was fussing over a vase of... of blue roses, was that even natural? He'd never seen a blue rose until now. Had to be man-made.
"Kristen?" Ted called stepping down and walking further into the great room. "What....what are those?"
"Roses" Kristen offered without turning around. She placed the vase on top of the fire place mantel, loving the way the bright blue popped against the slate.
"But...blue?" Ted admonished.
"Of course they're fake, Teddy" She took a step back to admire them. "But they're beautiful"
Ted shook his head. What were people going to do next, breed purple dogs?
Spotting a card on the coffee table, he bent to retrieve it. Turing it over in his hands, Ted searched for a name or some clue as to who sent them. One side read B.A. Roses while the other side held a short message.
In my wildest dreams...
No name, no initials, no nothing.
"Do we know who sent them" Ted asked still turning the card over as if something might magically appear.
"Nope, the delivery guy only asked for Dibiase." Kristen shrugged before walking away.
Ted looked back up at the flowers baffled as to why anyone would send him or his wife blue roses. Twelve blue roses. A joke amongst their friends or family, maybe?
Wait...didn't the color and number of roses you send someone have a meaning? He thought the number twelve meant "Going steady" or some shit like that but what he hell did the blue stand for?
"Hey Kristen-"
"Look it up, honey" She called from the kitchen, already expecting his question.
Ted chucked to himself as he made his way up the stairs. He was halfway up them when the doorbell rang again.
"I got it."
Opening the door, Ted blinked. In front of him stood a blond delivery man dressed in a blue and orange jumpsuit. The man's right hand held another blue rose out to him.
"Dibiase?" Noah asked, Ted caught a glimpse of his name tag.
"Yes" He drawled, cocking his brow.
"Here ya go"
Ted took the flower, confusion wreaking havoc on his features. Another one? What the...
"Excuse me. Noah, sir?"
The other blond turned back around, pleasant smile in place.
"You wouldn't happen to know who sent these, would ya?" He asked referring to the twelve in the vase and this new one.
"No sir." Noah chuckled. "I'm just the delivery man."
With that he got back into his truck and drove off, leaving Ted standing on his porch with thirteen unnatural blue roses.
Cody watched from his car parked across the street. The windows were tinted so he couldn't be seen and with several other cars and trucks parked along the street, he wasn't afraid of looking out of place.
A single tear ran down his left cheek.
By now you've probably put two and two together.
Yeah, he sent the roses, cause after years of pinning, hoping and of course dreaming, he finally woke up. Finally accepted that Ted would never be his.
As far as the older man was concerned, Cody was a friend, a younger brother even. Not his lover, his boyfriend, or even his friend with benefits. Cody was invisible in the one way he desired to be seen, heard, felt and tasted.
Ted eventually went back inside and Cody eventually drove away. Heartbroken, but okay. Maybe Smackdown would offer him something new.
A/N2:
Blue Rose: symbolizes the unattainable or impossible
"12": Going steady
"13": Secret admirer
Okay and yes I'm fully aware that blue roses don't exist in nature.