My first RPF/ follow-up to Five Minutes by geonncannon
This isn't erotic, like Five Minutes...it's much sadder than I originally intended, actually. But not awful for a first attempt in a new fandom.
Keith tries hard not to watch much news while he is at home with the family. After all the long days shuttling to and from the hospital, he supposes even he has reached sort of a ground-zero point(no pun intended) with big, Latinate words and unanswered questions. He finally understands the occasional letter he got from people tending loved ones that said “SportsCenter saved my life.” He hopes he did, on occasion, write decent answers to those people, but they would be better now. He wonders which thing he will think saved his life.
He plays Pretend with Evie until she gets a familiar look on her face and tells him “You’re not doing it right.”
“There is no question in my mind that you’re my blood, kiddo,” he says,slipping her a forbidden candy from his pocket.
So he kind of thinks it might be his own stress, or one of those perverse cable guys that occasionally pops up on Worst Persons, that makes him see, instead of the peppy figure of his protégée sitting behind her desk, but the always-appealing Ana Marie Cox having, well, let’s just say, a much better time than is usual on prime time. Her face is flushed, as well as her neck. He knows he’s not alone in finding Ana attractive…when she is in the studio both he and Rachel tend to line up behind her like iron filings around a magnet. But that still doesn’t prepare him for the guilty thrill he gets when he sees who Ana’s partner is. “Oh, God,” he says aloud. “Rachel?”
His sister comes in from one of the many thousands of mom chores that makes his life seem really easy, even with the multiple jobs and all the big questions threatening to flutter around in his head(One night he even went so far as to write a Comment to God, but he got as far as “Yahweh, The Great Spirit, Sir,” (Heavenly Father made him well up too much, anyway…Spirit in the Sky was more Countdown, but kind of flip)before deciding that might not be the best way to end the Beck comparisons once and for all. But he is sure there is a boatload of criticism already waiting for what he did say, but he could not stop himself.
He hopes over the next week or so he can come up with another defense besides “It could have been so much worse,” but his sister still is waiting expectantly. “What?” They are all on high alert these days.
“Nothing…” It’s funny how being with your family can turn you instantly into a guilty teen looking at Playboys. If she were to come into this room right now all she would see is the mutually-welcome spectacle of Rach lighting into a GOP hypocrite, but he still blushes like she’s caught him in bed with someone.
“Ok, I thought you heard…something.”
Keith tries hard not to watch much news while he is at home with the family. After all the long days shuttling to and from the hospital, he supposes even he has reached sort of a ground-zero point(no pun intended) with big, Latinate words and unanswered questions. He finally understands the occasional letter he got from people tending loved ones that said “SportsCenter saved my life.” He hopes he did, on occasion, write decent answers to those people, but they would be better now. He wonders which thing he will think saved his life.
He plays Pretend with Evie until she gets a familiar look on her face and tells him “You’re not doing it right.”
“There is no question in my mind that you’re my blood, kiddo,” he says,slipping her a forbidden candy from his pocket.
So he kind of thinks it might be his own stress, or one of those perverse cable guys that occasionally pops up on Worst Persons, that makes him see, instead of the peppy figure of his protégée sitting behind her desk, but the always-appealing Ana Marie Cox having, well, let’s just say, a much better time than is usual on prime time. Her face is flushed, as well as her neck. He knows he’s not alone in finding Ana attractive…when she is in the studio both he and Rachel tend to line up behind her like iron filings around a magnet. But that still doesn’t prepare him for the guilty thrill he gets when he sees who Ana’s partner is. “Oh, God,” he says aloud. “Rachel?”
His sister comes in from one of the many thousands of mom chores that makes his life seem really easy, even with the multiple jobs and all the big questions threatening to flutter around in his head(One night he even went so far as to write a Comment to God, but he got as far as “Yahweh, The Great Spirit, Sir,” (Heavenly Father made him well up too much, anyway…Spirit in the Sky was more Countdown, but kind of flip)before deciding that might not be the best way to end the Beck comparisons once and for all. But he is sure there is a boatload of criticism already waiting for what he did say, but he could not stop himself.
He hopes over the next week or so he can come up with another defense besides “It could have been so much worse,” but his sister still is waiting expectantly. “What?” They are all on high alert these days.
“Nothing…” It’s funny how being with your family can turn you instantly into a guilty teen looking at Playboys. If she were to come into this room right now all she would see is the mutually-welcome spectacle of Rach lighting into a GOP hypocrite, but he still blushes like she’s caught him in bed with someone.
“Ok, I thought you heard…something.”