Joaqueese Fic
[mood| 
nervous]
[music| Something Deep Inside//Billie Piper ]
Ah, a Joaqueese fic. I've been really surprised that nobody wrote any fic for these two. So I did it myself!
Title: It's Not Wrong
Rating: PG-13. Some cursing ahead.
Summary: A heated discussion can lead to places you never even thought of.
Disclaimer: What do I put? These are real people, not characters, even if I'm treating them as such. Besides, you all know they wanted to do this anyway!
A/N: This is purely dialogue, guys. And a little bit long.
This goes out to __fakinglines 'cause this is one of her OTP's and she was all excited.
“I’m tired of being the other woman, Joaquin!”
“You’re tired of it? You’re tired of it? Are you out of your fucking mind? You’re married, Reese. Don’t’ tell me you’re tired of being the other woman. Imagine how I’ve felt since the beginning being the other man.”
“But it’s different. You knew I was married, but you kept pursuing me. You started this!”
“Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? You know it was mutual; I would never have kissed you if I didn’t think you felt the same way. The same way, Reese. Don’t blame it on me if your conscience is acting up.”
“But all the things you’ve said to me, they meant nothing? You just go out and find some, some, tart to play with and that’s that?”
“How about all the things you’ve said to me? And then you went home to your picture-perfect husband and slept with him. Played the part of the happy couple with him. Killing me.”
“You’re killing me! And you know I haven’t slept with Ryan in years. Why would you even say that?”
“I want to be the one waking up next to you. Not him.”
“And what about her?”
“Perfectly nice girl.”
“That’s not what I meant! You sleeping with her?”
“You think you deserve that information?”
“Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.”
“How do you figure that one, darlin’?”
“Any girl would want to know if the man they love is sleeping with another woman. Why did you even start with her in the first place? God, I just want to wring your neck, Joaquin!”
“It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Watching the person you love act happy with somebody else?”
“Want to hear something fucked up?”
“Always.”
“That’s the first time we’ve ever said we loved each other.”
“Well, we never seem to do anything in order, anyway.”
“Can you answer my question? Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll answer both. I started with her in the first place because we live and work in a town where it’s seen as very suspicious on your character if you’re alone for very long. I needed a cover.”
“That’s one answer.”
“I’m getting to it, you just sit there and be patient like a normal Southern belle.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Was that a snort?”
“Of course not. Southern belles do not snort when they find something amusing.”
“Yeah. Right. Anyway. She needed a cover, too. Our relationship, if you can call that, is one of convenience. We both want other people deemed inappropriate by our peers.”
“She seeing a marred man, too?”
“Married woman, actually. We’re in the exact same predicament.”
“ ‘Predicament?’ Nice one. I never would have guessed. I’ve always seen her with guys.”
”Well, that’s the idea.”
“Believe it or not, I didn’t come here to start a fight with you.”
“Oh really? This was just an added bonus, then?”
“Don’t sound so tired.”
“Well, how would you like me to sound? Happy?”
“No.”
“So, what then?”
“I don’t know. Whenever I’m with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt as good and as bad at once in my entire life.”
“Join the club.”
“It’s not easy for me, either. You think I like being in a loveless marriage? Where the only things we talk about are the kids and what they ate? I hate it.”
“I know.”
“How come you’ve never asked me to get a divorce? Even a separation, something.”
“You’re Hollywood’s sweetheart with the perfect husband and perfect kids. A divorce would muck up that pretty public image.”
“Since when do you care about public images?”
“I don’t. Not mine, not really anybody else’s. Just yours.”
“I don’t know if I should kiss you or hit you for that.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be difficult. Just do it.”
“Is this why you came here? To give me this?”
“Not give. Show it to you.”
“It better not be a picture of another haircut. I like mine just fine.”
“I know, baby. Open it please?”
“Such manners today.”
“Yeah, I’m good like that.”
“Reese?”
“Yes?”
“Do you know what these are?”
“I would think so, yes.”
“Divorce papers.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What are these for?”
“Divorce. Ending of a marriage to which there is no point.”
“The kids?”
“I’m a package deal. They come with the territory. Going to be a pain in the ass to figure out custody, though. I work more than he does, he’ll want them more often.”
“Fuck that.”
“He’s a good father.”
“Just a shit husband.”
“Yes, well. Reasons and all that.”
“Yeah.”
“So?”
“So, what?”
“What do you think I should do?”
“What do you mean?”
“See, if I get a divorce, then I can really be with you. Is that something you want, or do you want to keep this up?”
“Your public image?”
“What about yours?”
“I’d be getting the sweetest, most adored, most talented actress in Tinsel town. The girl of the moment. This would do wonders for my public image. But that’s not what I asked you.”
“Honestly? Or sugar-coated?”
“We never lie. Brutally honest.”
“You know what this will do. I’ll take a hit. And once people find out I’m with you and intend to stay that way, they’ll assume we’ve had an affair since the movie. Scandalous stuff.”
“It’s not like they’d be wrong.”
”No. But they wouldn’t be right, either. We didn’t get together until half-way through shooting. Big difference.”
“How is that?”
“Well, it’s not like I walked into your trailer, threw off my clothes, and told you ‘Take me, baby’ the first day we met.”
“Much to my disappointment. Would’ve saved a lot of time.”
“But do you see?”
”I see. Can you handle it?”
“The hit? Yeah. My career will get back on track eventually. How long it’ll take…well, we’ll just have to see. And we’ve been careful. Nobody who knows about us will talk. Talk of an affair will die down. Then they’ll put a happy spin on it and talk of true love.”
“If only they knew how right they were.”
“They’d be shocked.”
”More shocked if they found out the real reason behind the loveless marriage.”
”Ryan will never come out.”
“I could give a shit.”
“Me either. Damn, that feels good to say.”
“We’re really gonna do this?”
“Can you handle it?”
“I can handle the kids no problem. I love them, wish they were mine. It’s the mother I’m worried about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. She can be prickly, bossy, worrisome, all kinds of shit like that.”
“I know.”
”It’s gonna be a challenge.”
“Can you think of anything better?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Thank God. Had me scared there.”
“No worries, okay? We’ll get through this?”
“I know.”
“How soon after a divorce can you marry?”
“The next day?”
“That’s the real world, darlin’. Not ours.”
“Let’s wait a bit. Move in together. See how you and the kids handle it.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I think you will. They’ll have to stop calling you ‘Uncle Joaquin,’ though. Kind of creepy.”
“I was just thinking that.”
nervous]
[music| Something Deep Inside//Billie Piper ]
Ah, a Joaqueese fic. I've been really surprised that nobody wrote any fic for these two. So I did it myself!
Title: It's Not Wrong
Rating: PG-13. Some cursing ahead.
Summary: A heated discussion can lead to places you never even thought of.
Disclaimer: What do I put? These are real people, not characters, even if I'm treating them as such. Besides, you all know they wanted to do this anyway!
A/N: This is purely dialogue, guys. And a little bit long.
This goes out to __fakinglines 'cause this is one of her OTP's and she was all excited.
“I’m tired of being the other woman, Joaquin!”
“You’re tired of it? You’re tired of it? Are you out of your fucking mind? You’re married, Reese. Don’t’ tell me you’re tired of being the other woman. Imagine how I’ve felt since the beginning being the other man.”
“But it’s different. You knew I was married, but you kept pursuing me. You started this!”
“Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? You know it was mutual; I would never have kissed you if I didn’t think you felt the same way. The same way, Reese. Don’t blame it on me if your conscience is acting up.”
“But all the things you’ve said to me, they meant nothing? You just go out and find some, some, tart to play with and that’s that?”
“How about all the things you’ve said to me? And then you went home to your picture-perfect husband and slept with him. Played the part of the happy couple with him. Killing me.”
“You’re killing me! And you know I haven’t slept with Ryan in years. Why would you even say that?”
“I want to be the one waking up next to you. Not him.”
“And what about her?”
“Perfectly nice girl.”
“That’s not what I meant! You sleeping with her?”
“You think you deserve that information?”
“Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.”
“How do you figure that one, darlin’?”
“Any girl would want to know if the man they love is sleeping with another woman. Why did you even start with her in the first place? God, I just want to wring your neck, Joaquin!”
“It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Watching the person you love act happy with somebody else?”
“Want to hear something fucked up?”
“Always.”
“That’s the first time we’ve ever said we loved each other.”
“Well, we never seem to do anything in order, anyway.”
“Can you answer my question? Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll answer both. I started with her in the first place because we live and work in a town where it’s seen as very suspicious on your character if you’re alone for very long. I needed a cover.”
“That’s one answer.”
“I’m getting to it, you just sit there and be patient like a normal Southern belle.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Was that a snort?”
“Of course not. Southern belles do not snort when they find something amusing.”
“Yeah. Right. Anyway. She needed a cover, too. Our relationship, if you can call that, is one of convenience. We both want other people deemed inappropriate by our peers.”
“She seeing a marred man, too?”
“Married woman, actually. We’re in the exact same predicament.”
“ ‘Predicament?’ Nice one. I never would have guessed. I’ve always seen her with guys.”
”Well, that’s the idea.”
“Believe it or not, I didn’t come here to start a fight with you.”
“Oh really? This was just an added bonus, then?”
“Don’t sound so tired.”
“Well, how would you like me to sound? Happy?”
“No.”
“So, what then?”
“I don’t know. Whenever I’m with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt as good and as bad at once in my entire life.”
“Join the club.”
“It’s not easy for me, either. You think I like being in a loveless marriage? Where the only things we talk about are the kids and what they ate? I hate it.”
“I know.”
“How come you’ve never asked me to get a divorce? Even a separation, something.”
“You’re Hollywood’s sweetheart with the perfect husband and perfect kids. A divorce would muck up that pretty public image.”
“Since when do you care about public images?”
“I don’t. Not mine, not really anybody else’s. Just yours.”
“I don’t know if I should kiss you or hit you for that.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
“Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be difficult. Just do it.”
“Is this why you came here? To give me this?”
“Not give. Show it to you.”
“It better not be a picture of another haircut. I like mine just fine.”
“I know, baby. Open it please?”
“Such manners today.”
“Yeah, I’m good like that.”
“Reese?”
“Yes?”
“Do you know what these are?”
“I would think so, yes.”
“Divorce papers.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What are these for?”
“Divorce. Ending of a marriage to which there is no point.”
“The kids?”
“I’m a package deal. They come with the territory. Going to be a pain in the ass to figure out custody, though. I work more than he does, he’ll want them more often.”
“Fuck that.”
“He’s a good father.”
“Just a shit husband.”
“Yes, well. Reasons and all that.”
“Yeah.”
“So?”
“So, what?”
“What do you think I should do?”
“What do you mean?”
“See, if I get a divorce, then I can really be with you. Is that something you want, or do you want to keep this up?”
“Your public image?”
“What about yours?”
“I’d be getting the sweetest, most adored, most talented actress in Tinsel town. The girl of the moment. This would do wonders for my public image. But that’s not what I asked you.”
“Honestly? Or sugar-coated?”
“We never lie. Brutally honest.”
“You know what this will do. I’ll take a hit. And once people find out I’m with you and intend to stay that way, they’ll assume we’ve had an affair since the movie. Scandalous stuff.”
“It’s not like they’d be wrong.”
”No. But they wouldn’t be right, either. We didn’t get together until half-way through shooting. Big difference.”
“How is that?”
“Well, it’s not like I walked into your trailer, threw off my clothes, and told you ‘Take me, baby’ the first day we met.”
“Much to my disappointment. Would’ve saved a lot of time.”
“But do you see?”
”I see. Can you handle it?”
“The hit? Yeah. My career will get back on track eventually. How long it’ll take…well, we’ll just have to see. And we’ve been careful. Nobody who knows about us will talk. Talk of an affair will die down. Then they’ll put a happy spin on it and talk of true love.”
“If only they knew how right they were.”
“They’d be shocked.”
”More shocked if they found out the real reason behind the loveless marriage.”
”Ryan will never come out.”
“I could give a shit.”
“Me either. Damn, that feels good to say.”
“We’re really gonna do this?”
“Can you handle it?”
“I can handle the kids no problem. I love them, wish they were mine. It’s the mother I’m worried about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. She can be prickly, bossy, worrisome, all kinds of shit like that.”
“I know.”
”It’s gonna be a challenge.”
“Can you think of anything better?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Thank God. Had me scared there.”
“No worries, okay? We’ll get through this?”
“I know.”
“How soon after a divorce can you marry?”
“The next day?”
“That’s the real world, darlin’. Not ours.”
“Let’s wait a bit. Move in together. See how you and the kids handle it.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I think you will. They’ll have to stop calling you ‘Uncle Joaquin,’ though. Kind of creepy.”
“I was just thinking that.”