"Sleep" - Die Another Day - PG - Zao/Graves (Moon)
Title: Sleep
Author: Carmarthen (caerfyrddin @ gmail.com)
Fandom/Pairing: James Bond, Die Another Day; Zao/Gustav Graves (Tan-Sun Moon)
Disclaimer: The movie characters belong to MGM and others; Ian Fleming created James Bond. No profit is being made.
Rating: PG
Summary: Gustav Graves wishes he could sleep. Seriously.
Challenge: Sleep
Notes: Am out of practice. About 20 minutes.
Gustav Graves thought sometimes that he was going mad. He had read medical textbooks at Harvard, during his aborted attempt to become a doctor and make his father proud. He knew how many days a man could go without sleep.
The dream machine the Cuban lab had sold to him worked well enough. It kept the last shreds of his sanity more-or-less intact, reminded him of who he really was. It did. The problem was the other twenty-three hours in the day, the hours when he was Gustav Graves.
A man could get a lot done in twenty-three hours a day.
The twenty-fourth, he dreamed, but did not sleep. Usually he dreamed of the excrutiating pain after he woke from the surgery. Drugs had been worthless.
The good times, he dreamed of Zao. Miranda had been sure to tell him when Zao was released from MI-6 custody, but MI-6 had promptly lost track of him. What was the good of having an informant in the British Secret Service when said Secret Service didn't know a damn thing?
Zao had kissed him once, before Graves went into the operating room as Tan-Sun Moon. Zao did not approve of kissing. It was awkward and anticlimatic, after all the years Moon had tried to convince Zao that kissing wasn't so bad, but it was a small, tender moment that he had tried very hard not to lose in the new memories of Gustav Graves.
Graves dreamed of that kiss, over and over, until he had memorized every taste and texture.
Zao should have been in Iceland weeks ago.
All Graves could do was wait, and hope that bastard Bond didn't find Zao.
Maybe, with Zao, he could sleep.
Author: Carmarthen (caerfyrddin @ gmail.com)
Fandom/Pairing: James Bond, Die Another Day; Zao/Gustav Graves (Tan-Sun Moon)
Disclaimer: The movie characters belong to MGM and others; Ian Fleming created James Bond. No profit is being made.
Rating: PG
Summary: Gustav Graves wishes he could sleep. Seriously.
Challenge: Sleep
Notes: Am out of practice. About 20 minutes.
Gustav Graves thought sometimes that he was going mad. He had read medical textbooks at Harvard, during his aborted attempt to become a doctor and make his father proud. He knew how many days a man could go without sleep.
The dream machine the Cuban lab had sold to him worked well enough. It kept the last shreds of his sanity more-or-less intact, reminded him of who he really was. It did. The problem was the other twenty-three hours in the day, the hours when he was Gustav Graves.
A man could get a lot done in twenty-three hours a day.
The twenty-fourth, he dreamed, but did not sleep. Usually he dreamed of the excrutiating pain after he woke from the surgery. Drugs had been worthless.
The good times, he dreamed of Zao. Miranda had been sure to tell him when Zao was released from MI-6 custody, but MI-6 had promptly lost track of him. What was the good of having an informant in the British Secret Service when said Secret Service didn't know a damn thing?
Zao had kissed him once, before Graves went into the operating room as Tan-Sun Moon. Zao did not approve of kissing. It was awkward and anticlimatic, after all the years Moon had tried to convince Zao that kissing wasn't so bad, but it was a small, tender moment that he had tried very hard not to lose in the new memories of Gustav Graves.
Graves dreamed of that kiss, over and over, until he had memorized every taste and texture.
Zao should have been in Iceland weeks ago.
All Graves could do was wait, and hope that bastard Bond didn't find Zao.
Maybe, with Zao, he could sleep.