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WHO: notniteowl and boosterbutt.
WHERE: Their apartment, Dr. Mid-Nite's properties.
WHEN: 10/10/2010, one hour after this.
WARNINGS: SCHMOOP
SUMMARY: Booster goes crazy. Ted is unsuspecting. Queen is the perpetrator.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He was putting in some extra work at the office since the big move, and he wasn't complaining. They needed the money. Extra money was always good especially for their extravagant life styles. Ted was used to being a millionaire and Booster...liked to be clean and spotless (The both of them really just loved all things green, compact, and made of paper). Still, he was particularly distracted when he idly checked the network and saw an accidental video of Ted doing the dishes and singing Queen.
It wasn't the Thai food he had for lunch that made his heart hurt and his stomach loop. It wouldn't be the first time either--from staying up late watching a Monty Python marathon to Ted knowing just how he liked his coffee in the morning to Booster picking up two cheese steaks for when their lunch breaks coincided. Unless he had a chronic intestinal problem, it was Ted making him feel sick and stupid whenever they shared those small, domestic moments and whenever either one of them was hurt after a night patrolling and whenever they got drunk and reminisced about the old days.
He could deny it. He could shout and stomp his feet and go out to get wasted and bed a dozen girls, but that wasn't him. It was what he learned to be since coming to the past and discovering all the different social rules especially when it came to anything of the romantic nature. It was the new Booster Gold trying his best to fit into the 21st century and along the way meeting the best man he ever known, Ted Kord, who reaffirmed all those social rules. Of course, Booster did not exactly plan getting stupid for his closest friend. You could never plan these things, but it didn't make it any better.
Alison saw right through him. Zatanna did too. Mary always thought...Guy always teased...Helena believed him, but maybe she just wanted to since she might have had a thing for him. Booster didn't know--the girl confused him. Ted never confused him.
Ted always made him do the unthinkable. He made him want to sacrifice everything just for one more hour with him. He invaded his thoughts every second back home when some nights it would be too much to bear and sometimes Rip would understand and leave him alone for a while. He was happy Michelle was alive and back with him, but at the same time, selfishly and guiltily, he wished that Ted was back too--maybe even instead--and that would just make him feel sick all over again.
Booster was good at being in denial. He had a lot of practice with all of his failures.
But now, with Ted back and alive and sharing his space every minute, it was getting intensively harder to ignore it--he loves Ted.
He loves Theodore Stephen Kord.
Booster stared at the communicator for another minute before hastily shoving it into his pocket. He leaned forward on his desk, burrowing his fingers in his hair. He couldn't take that thought back. Once it surfaced, it was beginning to slide down his entire body, invading his every pore. Love, love, love, Ted, Ted, Ted. He thought of everything he had been scared of. He thought about his conversations with Zatanna and that morning in the waffle house with Alison. He thought he might burst.
He didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt that he needed to be home and maybe--he didn't know--talk to Ted? Say something? Or maybe pull out the 'hypothetical situation' card and hope for the best. He packed his briefcase and punched out early. Outside, he caught a taxi which wound up getting stuck in traffic for approximately a half hour.
Waiting in the taxi, impatiently tapping on his brief case, Booster suddenly remembered.
"...wait a minute, I can fly," he grumbled to the alarm of the taxi driver. Booster shoved some tens at him and got out of the taxi to ascend into the air and straight for his apartment.
Several minutes later, he was in front of his apartment door. He thought about knocking, but that was dumb. He lived there. Booster swallowed thickly and opened the door, poking his head in.
"Ted? You still home?"
WHERE: Their apartment, Dr. Mid-Nite's properties.
WHEN: 10/10/2010, one hour after this.
WARNINGS: SCHMOOP
SUMMARY: Booster goes crazy. Ted is unsuspecting. Queen is the perpetrator.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He was putting in some extra work at the office since the big move, and he wasn't complaining. They needed the money. Extra money was always good especially for their extravagant life styles. Ted was used to being a millionaire and Booster...liked to be clean and spotless (The both of them really just loved all things green, compact, and made of paper). Still, he was particularly distracted when he idly checked the network and saw an accidental video of Ted doing the dishes and singing Queen.
It wasn't the Thai food he had for lunch that made his heart hurt and his stomach loop. It wouldn't be the first time either--from staying up late watching a Monty Python marathon to Ted knowing just how he liked his coffee in the morning to Booster picking up two cheese steaks for when their lunch breaks coincided. Unless he had a chronic intestinal problem, it was Ted making him feel sick and stupid whenever they shared those small, domestic moments and whenever either one of them was hurt after a night patrolling and whenever they got drunk and reminisced about the old days.
He could deny it. He could shout and stomp his feet and go out to get wasted and bed a dozen girls, but that wasn't him. It was what he learned to be since coming to the past and discovering all the different social rules especially when it came to anything of the romantic nature. It was the new Booster Gold trying his best to fit into the 21st century and along the way meeting the best man he ever known, Ted Kord, who reaffirmed all those social rules. Of course, Booster did not exactly plan getting stupid for his closest friend. You could never plan these things, but it didn't make it any better.
Alison saw right through him. Zatanna did too. Mary always thought...Guy always teased...Helena believed him, but maybe she just wanted to since she might have had a thing for him. Booster didn't know--the girl confused him. Ted never confused him.
Ted always made him do the unthinkable. He made him want to sacrifice everything just for one more hour with him. He invaded his thoughts every second back home when some nights it would be too much to bear and sometimes Rip would understand and leave him alone for a while. He was happy Michelle was alive and back with him, but at the same time, selfishly and guiltily, he wished that Ted was back too--maybe even instead--and that would just make him feel sick all over again.
Booster was good at being in denial. He had a lot of practice with all of his failures.
But now, with Ted back and alive and sharing his space every minute, it was getting intensively harder to ignore it--he loves Ted.
He loves Theodore Stephen Kord.
Booster stared at the communicator for another minute before hastily shoving it into his pocket. He leaned forward on his desk, burrowing his fingers in his hair. He couldn't take that thought back. Once it surfaced, it was beginning to slide down his entire body, invading his every pore. Love, love, love, Ted, Ted, Ted. He thought of everything he had been scared of. He thought about his conversations with Zatanna and that morning in the waffle house with Alison. He thought he might burst.
He didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt that he needed to be home and maybe--he didn't know--talk to Ted? Say something? Or maybe pull out the 'hypothetical situation' card and hope for the best. He packed his briefcase and punched out early. Outside, he caught a taxi which wound up getting stuck in traffic for approximately a half hour.
Waiting in the taxi, impatiently tapping on his brief case, Booster suddenly remembered.
"...wait a minute, I can fly," he grumbled to the alarm of the taxi driver. Booster shoved some tens at him and got out of the taxi to ascend into the air and straight for his apartment.
Several minutes later, he was in front of his apartment door. He thought about knocking, but that was dumb. He lived there. Booster swallowed thickly and opened the door, poking his head in.
"Ted? You still home?"