Fix it fic for my favorite Luke Hair scene. Vote E16! :)
a/n: It came to my attention that my favorite style for Luke's hair was on the day that Luke and Noah spoke about the recently deceased (AS IF!) Reid in Java. Not to be deterred from loving Luke's grown up hairstyle, I wrote this to fix that dreaded situation.
Here is the original scene (ick, ick, ick, ick, ick):
http://www.youtube.com/embed/MEMPkj_QSTU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>
And here's a little crackish fix:
Noah walked in on the tail end of an argument between Luke and his grandmother. He watched Lucinda leave the coffee shop and looked down at his distraught ex-boyfriend sitting at the table.
"What was that all about?" Noah asked.
"She and my mom got in a fight, and she thinks it's okay to never speak to my mother again, apparantly," Luke replied, looking agitated.
"Well, I'm sure she..."
"No. She can't give up, Noah!" Luke said angrily, but then his voice softened. "Reid never gave up."
"No, hey, I know," Noah said sitting down across from Luke, his features soft. "Luke.....I know," he repeated, feeling powerless in the face of Luke's grief, wanting to make it better for him but not knowing how.
"It's just...when he died," Luke began, leaning forward. "He was so calm. Like...he was like, 'I'm going to die...just take my organs,' like that's all there was to it. Like he didn't matter......like we didn't matter."
"Hey," Noah said, trying to console Luke. "At the end, who did he want to talk to? Who did he want to be with? You."
Luke nodded sadly. It had been six weeks, but the pain was still as fresh as the day Reid had died in front of him, the crater in his chest so deep that he thought he'd never be able to crawl out of it. Everyone avoided talking about Reid with him, as if not talking about him would make him forget his pain. Nobody understood. They'd only known each other nine months, and from the outside it probably looked like Luke was making more of what they had than was the reality, but Luke new differently. He wanted to talk about Reid. He wanted everyone to know the man he was. "Reid was brave," Luke said, wanting Noah to know how true that was. "He was a good man," Luke added, looking down.
"Yeah," Noah said, quietly, knowing it was true. He placed his hand over Luke's, trying to comfort him, wishing he could take his grief away. "He was. I wish we could all be like Reid."
"Who wouldn't want to be like me?" Reid asked, walking toward their table from the doorway. "I mean, look at me," he said, gesturing to his body with his hands.
Luke froze, as did Noah. It couldn't be. Luke closed his eyes and shook his head, sure that his grief had made him mad, had pushed him right over a cliff into an abyss of insantiy. When he opened them, the hallucination, or whatever it was, still there, appearing to walk toward him in slow motion, with Damien and Lucinda trailing behind him. Reid's ghost was dressed impeccably, in a black, tailored suit. A pair of jet-black aviators rested on his head. The sudden silence in Luke's ears was so loud, it was deafening. This was it. This was how it was going to end for him. Maybe he was having a stroke. Maybe he was already dead?
And then the apparition (?) was kneeling in front of him, its hand going up behind his neck, and pulling his head toward him. He felt soft lips against his ear, warm breath, and then the deep timber of his voice. "Breathe, Mr. Snyder............breathe..." Luke sucked in a gulping breath. Suddenly, it was all there, the warmth of Reid's skin, his scent, his stubble against Luke's cheek, his soft, familiar chuckle, his presence.
"But, but..." Luke stammered. "You're...you can't be here..........I saw you die." But even as he said it, Luke's arms were wrapping around Reid's neck, clinging to him, wanting to believe that he was there, alive and whole.
"This is Oakdale. Nobody every truly dies here. Nobody goes away forever. C'mon, Richie Rich, you should know that by now. You've lived here your whole life. And it will take a lot more than a stupid train to take me down." He kissed the side of Luke's jaw and felt Luke trembling. "I'm here, Luke. You're okay. I've got you, alright? Everything's going to be okay." He wrapped his arms around Luke.
Suddenly, Damien said something in Maltese, jerking Luke back to the present or whatever this was. What was Damien doing in Oakdale? Wasn't he in prison? And Lucinda...she had just left to speak to his mother, and now she was back, and she was with Damien, and .......... "Iva. Irridu iħaffu, ħabib," Reid answered, standing, and pulling Luke to his feet with him.
"The car is waiting," Lucinda said, fixing her scarf around her neck. "Luke, dear we must go." Luke nodded absent-mindedly at his grandmother's request. He was still trying to process the fact that Reid had just spoken in Maltese. He was dreaming, he had to be dreaming.
"Luciano," Damien said, his voice like silk as it always was, "All will be clear to you soon, my son. Come, our car is waiting."
"Where are we going?" Luke asked, his eyes on Damien, who was wearing a black suit, similar to Reid's.
"Does it matter?" Reid asked, his hand in Luke's. "We never have to be apart again. Trust me, Luciano, come," he said, tugging Luke toward the exit. Had Reid just called him Luciano??
"Agent R, Agent L, Glasses," Damien said, pulling his own down over his eyes and retrieving a lighted pen from his pocket. Luke watched Lucinda putting on a similar pair. Reid slid his aviators into position before pulling out another pair from his coat pocket and placing them on Luke's face.
"Noah," Damien said, to the man who had been rendered speechless since they arrived. Noah looked at him in confusion, his eyes going to the pen Damien was holding in front of him. Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and Noah's expression relaxed. He seemed completely at ease.
Reid pushed his glasses up to the top of his head and removed the ones from Luke's face. Their eyes met. Luke had no idea what was going on, but everything felt right, looking into those familiar blue eyes. "Am I dreaming?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No. Relax. Everything's okay. We are together." Reid pulled Luke to him and kissed him softly.
"I Like the new haircut," Reid said, brusing a thumb over Luke's sideburn. "Very hot." Luke smiled the smile that always made Reid's chest a little warm, and Reid kissed him again.
"It's time, R," Lucinda said, brushing a hand over Luke's arm as she passed them and walked out the door, into the sunlight, Damien following close behind. "Agent K is impatient for us to return to the car."
"Are you scared?" Reid asked, slipping his hand into Luke's.
"No," Luke answered. And he wasn't.
"Buono, il mio amore. Venire," (good, my love. come.) he said, leading Luke out of the coffee shop. "I have much to tell you."
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER, FOREVER AND EVER. AMEN.
Vote E16 because a vote for E16 is a vote for very soapy, happily-ever-after endings!
LuRe forever, baby. LuRe forever.
For those unfamiliar with "Men In Black"...The memory eraser:
http://www.youtube.com/embed/fUvEyclQjdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>
"Agent K," who is referenced in the fic, is played by Tommy Lee Jones in the movie. He is a dry, no time for foolishness, person. But he's actually a sweetheart underneath. Sound familiar? Will Smith is also in the movie, and he's agent K's partner (no, not THAT kind of partner...heehee).
Here is the original scene (ick, ick, ick, ick, ick):
http://www.youtube.com/embed/MEMPkj_QSTU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>
Click to viewAnd here's a little crackish fix:
Noah walked in on the tail end of an argument between Luke and his grandmother. He watched Lucinda leave the coffee shop and looked down at his distraught ex-boyfriend sitting at the table.
"What was that all about?" Noah asked.
"She and my mom got in a fight, and she thinks it's okay to never speak to my mother again, apparantly," Luke replied, looking agitated.
"Well, I'm sure she..."
"No. She can't give up, Noah!" Luke said angrily, but then his voice softened. "Reid never gave up."
"No, hey, I know," Noah said sitting down across from Luke, his features soft. "Luke.....I know," he repeated, feeling powerless in the face of Luke's grief, wanting to make it better for him but not knowing how.
"It's just...when he died," Luke began, leaning forward. "He was so calm. Like...he was like, 'I'm going to die...just take my organs,' like that's all there was to it. Like he didn't matter......like we didn't matter."
"Hey," Noah said, trying to console Luke. "At the end, who did he want to talk to? Who did he want to be with? You."
Luke nodded sadly. It had been six weeks, but the pain was still as fresh as the day Reid had died in front of him, the crater in his chest so deep that he thought he'd never be able to crawl out of it. Everyone avoided talking about Reid with him, as if not talking about him would make him forget his pain. Nobody understood. They'd only known each other nine months, and from the outside it probably looked like Luke was making more of what they had than was the reality, but Luke new differently. He wanted to talk about Reid. He wanted everyone to know the man he was. "Reid was brave," Luke said, wanting Noah to know how true that was. "He was a good man," Luke added, looking down.
"Yeah," Noah said, quietly, knowing it was true. He placed his hand over Luke's, trying to comfort him, wishing he could take his grief away. "He was. I wish we could all be like Reid."
"Who wouldn't want to be like me?" Reid asked, walking toward their table from the doorway. "I mean, look at me," he said, gesturing to his body with his hands.
Luke froze, as did Noah. It couldn't be. Luke closed his eyes and shook his head, sure that his grief had made him mad, had pushed him right over a cliff into an abyss of insantiy. When he opened them, the hallucination, or whatever it was, still there, appearing to walk toward him in slow motion, with Damien and Lucinda trailing behind him. Reid's ghost was dressed impeccably, in a black, tailored suit. A pair of jet-black aviators rested on his head. The sudden silence in Luke's ears was so loud, it was deafening. This was it. This was how it was going to end for him. Maybe he was having a stroke. Maybe he was already dead?
And then the apparition (?) was kneeling in front of him, its hand going up behind his neck, and pulling his head toward him. He felt soft lips against his ear, warm breath, and then the deep timber of his voice. "Breathe, Mr. Snyder............breathe..." Luke sucked in a gulping breath. Suddenly, it was all there, the warmth of Reid's skin, his scent, his stubble against Luke's cheek, his soft, familiar chuckle, his presence.
"But, but..." Luke stammered. "You're...you can't be here..........I saw you die." But even as he said it, Luke's arms were wrapping around Reid's neck, clinging to him, wanting to believe that he was there, alive and whole.
"This is Oakdale. Nobody every truly dies here. Nobody goes away forever. C'mon, Richie Rich, you should know that by now. You've lived here your whole life. And it will take a lot more than a stupid train to take me down." He kissed the side of Luke's jaw and felt Luke trembling. "I'm here, Luke. You're okay. I've got you, alright? Everything's going to be okay." He wrapped his arms around Luke.
Suddenly, Damien said something in Maltese, jerking Luke back to the present or whatever this was. What was Damien doing in Oakdale? Wasn't he in prison? And Lucinda...she had just left to speak to his mother, and now she was back, and she was with Damien, and .......... "Iva. Irridu iħaffu, ħabib," Reid answered, standing, and pulling Luke to his feet with him.
"The car is waiting," Lucinda said, fixing her scarf around her neck. "Luke, dear we must go." Luke nodded absent-mindedly at his grandmother's request. He was still trying to process the fact that Reid had just spoken in Maltese. He was dreaming, he had to be dreaming.
"Luciano," Damien said, his voice like silk as it always was, "All will be clear to you soon, my son. Come, our car is waiting."
"Where are we going?" Luke asked, his eyes on Damien, who was wearing a black suit, similar to Reid's.
"Does it matter?" Reid asked, his hand in Luke's. "We never have to be apart again. Trust me, Luciano, come," he said, tugging Luke toward the exit. Had Reid just called him Luciano??
"Agent R, Agent L, Glasses," Damien said, pulling his own down over his eyes and retrieving a lighted pen from his pocket. Luke watched Lucinda putting on a similar pair. Reid slid his aviators into position before pulling out another pair from his coat pocket and placing them on Luke's face.
"Noah," Damien said, to the man who had been rendered speechless since they arrived. Noah looked at him in confusion, his eyes going to the pen Damien was holding in front of him. Suddenly, there was a bright flash, and Noah's expression relaxed. He seemed completely at ease.
Reid pushed his glasses up to the top of his head and removed the ones from Luke's face. Their eyes met. Luke had no idea what was going on, but everything felt right, looking into those familiar blue eyes. "Am I dreaming?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No. Relax. Everything's okay. We are together." Reid pulled Luke to him and kissed him softly.
"I Like the new haircut," Reid said, brusing a thumb over Luke's sideburn. "Very hot." Luke smiled the smile that always made Reid's chest a little warm, and Reid kissed him again.
"It's time, R," Lucinda said, brushing a hand over Luke's arm as she passed them and walked out the door, into the sunlight, Damien following close behind. "Agent K is impatient for us to return to the car."
"Are you scared?" Reid asked, slipping his hand into Luke's.
"No," Luke answered. And he wasn't.
"Buono, il mio amore. Venire," (good, my love. come.) he said, leading Luke out of the coffee shop. "I have much to tell you."
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER, FOREVER AND EVER. AMEN.
Vote E16 because a vote for E16 is a vote for very soapy, happily-ever-after endings!
LuRe forever, baby. LuRe forever.
For those unfamiliar with "Men In Black"...The memory eraser:
http://www.youtube.com/embed/fUvEyclQjdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>
"Agent K," who is referenced in the fic, is played by Tommy Lee Jones in the movie. He is a dry, no time for foolishness, person. But he's actually a sweetheart underneath. Sound familiar? Will Smith is also in the movie, and he's agent K's partner (no, not THAT kind of partner...heehee).