Once
Sommerchallenge-Prompt: Angst - Frieds/Lovers to Enemies - fürs Team
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: friendship/love, angst
Handlung: It’s easy sometimes to forget Denny, the old Denny. The one who gives and forgives easily. The one who loves easily. The one who is fun to be around. The one who made him laugh and whom he made laugh back in the old days when they were young lawyers starting this firm together that once would be Crane, Poole and Schmidt. Now they’ve lost Poole, and he … he has lost Denny.
A/N: I love Paul. And the dialogue at the beginning is taken from s02e12 Helping Hands.
Länge: ~ 450 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 90 Minuten
„You’re nothing but a skinny, overpaid deckhand!“
„No! I am the deckhand who steers this ship because the captain isn’t up to it anymore!“
***
When they meet again, it is in the hallway. He fully intends to pass him by without saying anything, but Denny stops him.
„Paul?“
„Denny?“
Denny holds up an envelope. „Got a pair of Celtic tickets for tomorrow night. If you’re interested?“
„Thanks.“ He takes them almost automatically. „Denny?“
Denny, already on his way again, stops and turns. „Yes?“
„Well I’m just surprised after our argument?“
„Argument?“
„Denny, it was just yesterday.“ He wouldn’t forget something like that yet, would he?
„Paul, I would remember if we had a fight.“
„We almost came to blows! How could you not…“
„Paul? Would you rather rehash all that? Or should we just pretend that I’ve forgotten?“
Paul looks down at the tickets in his hand, still puzzled. Did Denny really say what he thought he said?
It’s easy sometimes to forget Denny, the old Denny. The one who gives and forgives easily. The one who loves easily. The one who is fun to be around. The one who made him laugh and whom he made laugh back in the old days when they were young lawyers starting this firm together that once would be Crane, Poole and Schmidt. Now they’ve lost Poole, and he … he has lost Denny.
His eyes follow the other on the way to the balcony.
Once he was Alan.
The best friend.
The one Denny trusted.
Back in the old days it would have been them together. Drinking, smoking, laughing, and on one drunken occasion, dancing.
What happened, Olivia had asked him once. Time happened, he’d answered. They grew older, he started a family, Denny married wives one to five. They were still friends, mind you, just not best friends anymore. He didn’t give up everything else to spend time with Denny and there certainly weren’t any more drunken fumblings.
And that was kind of O.K. because when all was said and done, they were still friends. Or so he thought.
But then Olivia got sick, and Denny was no longer there to turn to. He hadn’t understood it at the time, hadn’t seen the beginning of the disease that had Denny in its claws. All he’d felt had been some kind of … betrayal? He’d been angry, for a long time. At Olivia for leaving him, and at Denny for not being there. And he would never be, not the Denny he'd once known.
Now the firm was all that was left.
But in moments like this, he wished he could turn back time. Or that he could accept Denny as he was now. That he could join them on the balcony and forget about everything else. Just for a while. But that was something he’d lost forever.
* Fin *
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: friendship/love, angst
Handlung: It’s easy sometimes to forget Denny, the old Denny. The one who gives and forgives easily. The one who loves easily. The one who is fun to be around. The one who made him laugh and whom he made laugh back in the old days when they were young lawyers starting this firm together that once would be Crane, Poole and Schmidt. Now they’ve lost Poole, and he … he has lost Denny.
A/N: I love Paul. And the dialogue at the beginning is taken from s02e12 Helping Hands.
Länge: ~ 450 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 90 Minuten
„You’re nothing but a skinny, overpaid deckhand!“
„No! I am the deckhand who steers this ship because the captain isn’t up to it anymore!“
***
When they meet again, it is in the hallway. He fully intends to pass him by without saying anything, but Denny stops him.
„Paul?“
„Denny?“
Denny holds up an envelope. „Got a pair of Celtic tickets for tomorrow night. If you’re interested?“
„Thanks.“ He takes them almost automatically. „Denny?“
Denny, already on his way again, stops and turns. „Yes?“
„Well I’m just surprised after our argument?“
„Argument?“
„Denny, it was just yesterday.“ He wouldn’t forget something like that yet, would he?
„Paul, I would remember if we had a fight.“
„We almost came to blows! How could you not…“
„Paul? Would you rather rehash all that? Or should we just pretend that I’ve forgotten?“
Paul looks down at the tickets in his hand, still puzzled. Did Denny really say what he thought he said?
It’s easy sometimes to forget Denny, the old Denny. The one who gives and forgives easily. The one who loves easily. The one who is fun to be around. The one who made him laugh and whom he made laugh back in the old days when they were young lawyers starting this firm together that once would be Crane, Poole and Schmidt. Now they’ve lost Poole, and he … he has lost Denny.
His eyes follow the other on the way to the balcony.
Once he was Alan.
The best friend.
The one Denny trusted.
Back in the old days it would have been them together. Drinking, smoking, laughing, and on one drunken occasion, dancing.
What happened, Olivia had asked him once. Time happened, he’d answered. They grew older, he started a family, Denny married wives one to five. They were still friends, mind you, just not best friends anymore. He didn’t give up everything else to spend time with Denny and there certainly weren’t any more drunken fumblings.
And that was kind of O.K. because when all was said and done, they were still friends. Or so he thought.
But then Olivia got sick, and Denny was no longer there to turn to. He hadn’t understood it at the time, hadn’t seen the beginning of the disease that had Denny in its claws. All he’d felt had been some kind of … betrayal? He’d been angry, for a long time. At Olivia for leaving him, and at Denny for not being there. And he would never be, not the Denny he'd once known.
Now the firm was all that was left.
But in moments like this, he wished he could turn back time. Or that he could accept Denny as he was now. That he could join them on the balcony and forget about everything else. Just for a while. But that was something he’d lost forever.
* Fin *