[the listener] two old fics in spanish now in english {toby/charlie}
General notes: I wrote this two ficlets a while ago in Spanish, some time ago I commented about the @ the_listener_tv and fadedkeys offered to translate them. I have to be true and say I had forgotten I had them, but they are here, and she is who you need to thank for. If not, they would have stayed in Spanish lol.
Fandom: The Listener
Title: Pasion
Characters: Charlie Sligthy Charlie/Toby.
Rating: G
Warnings: no real spoilers (written aproximately after 1x02)
Word Count: 230
Summary: Charlie had to confess she was intoxicated.
Translated by: fadedkeys
Spanish version: here.
Charlie Marks was passionate about her work. She had a purpose and a title that carried the same meaning. She was persistent, left no loose ends, and tried to solve her cases with the most precision possible. The puzzles, dilemmas, and riddles that she had to solve, she solved with the intent to help others.
Nothing could move her world more than a mysterious paramedic with dreams of a hero. Toby Logan, with false innocence and a tender smile, always ended up involved in some case, always a step ahead of her. Always having information that nobody else had, with evidence that no police officer had in their reach. How was he doing it and if he was involved in those cases were questions that were constantly crossing her mind. Charlie had to confess she was intoxicated.
Logan was a strange creature. Too anxious to collaborate, never quite there, but unfailingly present, always a bit ahead. His words were mysteries and lies, secret truths after every phrase. He was not misleading her, and he knew it. They shared a smile-accomplices of knowledge and disagreement. He would not stop, and she would keep on investigating warily.
Charlie Marks was passionate about her work, but nothing had ever interested her so much, no enigma had been so intriguing, as Toby Logan and his mysterious profession of being a hero by coincidence.
**
Fandom: The Listener
Title: In the end of thought.
Characters: Charlie/Toby.
Rating: PG
Warnings: SEASON FINALE SPOILERS (1x13)
Word Count: 525
Summary: She wants to scream his name, to call him, she wants to, she does, she can't and everything changes.
Translated by: fadedkeys
Spanish version: here.
She wants to shout “Toby!” but her throat goes dry. Her senses are cloudy, and she isn’t lucid enough to even think it. Toby-it dies in her mind, long before trying to arrive to her lips. Definitively, the dark covers everything.
**
She wakes for a little while and the world seems to be in flames. Perhaps it’s something inside her body, perhaps it is something more deep inside. The pain overwhelms her and distorts her surroundings, she twitches. Hands are holding her, murmuring things to her that she can’t manage to identify. Barely noises to the air.
“Toby” she thinks, but she does not receive an answer.
**
Sometimes in the dark she feels awake, it’s like she sleeping with her eyes open, or living with her eyes closed. She does not think too much, her only thoughts lasts briefly and the chain of events that happened still appear to her like a blotch without a conclusion. There is one thing continually in her mind, an underlying concern, something that must be stopped.
Only, she cannot remember what.
**
When she wakes up, she puts her hand against her chest. The emptiness is there, in a piece, still. The room is almost as dark as her own memories, almost as hard as her heart beating in her chest. She feels her warm hand, in contrast to the rest of her arm. Instinctively, she recognizes the remnants of the human heat.
She is alive. That is everything she knows. Everything that matters, that has meaning.
**
“Toby”
She thinks it five, six, maybe twenty or fifty, times a day. She calls out for him, but he never comes. Brian has been there, but she has only murmured a few vague words. Neither Dr. Fawcett, nor Oz have stepped into her room.
The place smells like death. But she keeps thinking.
**
“Toby.”
The name comes faster than thought. A sigh, a necessity. He is lifeless, she can feel it. He remains in the doorframe, far away, as if his presence posed a threat.
“Are you…?” She does not dare to ask him, the words choke in her mouth, but in her mind they flow … out of danger? Desperation in the end of her tongue.
Toby sits.
“The important thing is that you are.”
He does not move towards her, does not say a thing, but she can see the confusion displayed on his face, when she finally thinks “Thanks.”
**
It's the last time she sees him, she knows he will leave, that he has a journey that she cannot help him with.
“Sorry.” Sorry, Toby.
He smiles, but the brightness does not reach his eyes, and she knows that she should do something. Break the routine, be the one to push forward, but she feels pressure in her chest, and Toby lowers his glance, ashamed, suffering whenever she does.
“If you need me, just think.”
It's the last time she sees him, with a promise in the air that gets broken in that moment. She blames herself for not daring to speak, to avoid thinking it:
I need you now. Don’t go.
Fandom: The Listener
Title: Pasion
Characters: Charlie Sligthy Charlie/Toby.
Rating: G
Warnings: no real spoilers (written aproximately after 1x02)
Word Count: 230
Summary: Charlie had to confess she was intoxicated.
Translated by: fadedkeys
Spanish version: here.
Charlie Marks was passionate about her work. She had a purpose and a title that carried the same meaning. She was persistent, left no loose ends, and tried to solve her cases with the most precision possible. The puzzles, dilemmas, and riddles that she had to solve, she solved with the intent to help others.
Nothing could move her world more than a mysterious paramedic with dreams of a hero. Toby Logan, with false innocence and a tender smile, always ended up involved in some case, always a step ahead of her. Always having information that nobody else had, with evidence that no police officer had in their reach. How was he doing it and if he was involved in those cases were questions that were constantly crossing her mind. Charlie had to confess she was intoxicated.
Logan was a strange creature. Too anxious to collaborate, never quite there, but unfailingly present, always a bit ahead. His words were mysteries and lies, secret truths after every phrase. He was not misleading her, and he knew it. They shared a smile-accomplices of knowledge and disagreement. He would not stop, and she would keep on investigating warily.
Charlie Marks was passionate about her work, but nothing had ever interested her so much, no enigma had been so intriguing, as Toby Logan and his mysterious profession of being a hero by coincidence.
**
Fandom: The Listener
Title: In the end of thought.
Characters: Charlie/Toby.
Rating: PG
Warnings: SEASON FINALE SPOILERS (1x13)
Word Count: 525
Summary: She wants to scream his name, to call him, she wants to, she does, she can't and everything changes.
Translated by: fadedkeys
Spanish version: here.
She wants to shout “Toby!” but her throat goes dry. Her senses are cloudy, and she isn’t lucid enough to even think it. Toby-it dies in her mind, long before trying to arrive to her lips. Definitively, the dark covers everything.
**
She wakes for a little while and the world seems to be in flames. Perhaps it’s something inside her body, perhaps it is something more deep inside. The pain overwhelms her and distorts her surroundings, she twitches. Hands are holding her, murmuring things to her that she can’t manage to identify. Barely noises to the air.
“Toby” she thinks, but she does not receive an answer.
**
Sometimes in the dark she feels awake, it’s like she sleeping with her eyes open, or living with her eyes closed. She does not think too much, her only thoughts lasts briefly and the chain of events that happened still appear to her like a blotch without a conclusion. There is one thing continually in her mind, an underlying concern, something that must be stopped.
Only, she cannot remember what.
**
When she wakes up, she puts her hand against her chest. The emptiness is there, in a piece, still. The room is almost as dark as her own memories, almost as hard as her heart beating in her chest. She feels her warm hand, in contrast to the rest of her arm. Instinctively, she recognizes the remnants of the human heat.
She is alive. That is everything she knows. Everything that matters, that has meaning.
**
“Toby”
She thinks it five, six, maybe twenty or fifty, times a day. She calls out for him, but he never comes. Brian has been there, but she has only murmured a few vague words. Neither Dr. Fawcett, nor Oz have stepped into her room.
The place smells like death. But she keeps thinking.
**
“Toby.”
The name comes faster than thought. A sigh, a necessity. He is lifeless, she can feel it. He remains in the doorframe, far away, as if his presence posed a threat.
“Are you…?” She does not dare to ask him, the words choke in her mouth, but in her mind they flow … out of danger? Desperation in the end of her tongue.
Toby sits.
“The important thing is that you are.”
He does not move towards her, does not say a thing, but she can see the confusion displayed on his face, when she finally thinks “Thanks.”
**
It's the last time she sees him, she knows he will leave, that he has a journey that she cannot help him with.
“Sorry.” Sorry, Toby.
He smiles, but the brightness does not reach his eyes, and she knows that she should do something. Break the routine, be the one to push forward, but she feels pressure in her chest, and Toby lowers his glance, ashamed, suffering whenever she does.
“If you need me, just think.”
It's the last time she sees him, with a promise in the air that gets broken in that moment. She blames herself for not daring to speak, to avoid thinking it:
I need you now. Don’t go.