Getting Closer [Drabble]
Title: Getting Closer
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Bobby
Chapter: Drabble
Summary: I never stopped looking for you after Alcatraz. I couldn’t. You were all I thought about, all I wanted.
Beta: Zlich. Any errors, blame me.
Disclaimer: They own themselves, I take no claim. I’m just having some fun with words ^^
A/N: I was sitting at my computer after trying to sleep for two hours only to realise I really didn’t want to go to sleep. I wanted tomorrow to come without the in-between of dreams. I usually love sleeping. Not tonight it seems. So I figured I’d write a John/Bobby, just to, you know, kill the time.
The stolen lines in italics are lyrics from I’d Do Anything by ‘Simple Plan’.
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I never stopped looking for you after Alcatraz. I couldn’t. You were all I thought about, all I wanted.
We may have fought and fit together in all the wrong ways, but that was what made us so incredibly perfect. I don’t know who said it, but we were once referred to as yin and yang. I never forgot that, and I doubt you did either.
The look on your face when you heard it was like someone had punched you in the gut. I never did figure that one out. The point though, was that they were right. I couldn’t live without you.
I tried to make it work with Rogue even before you left; I was trying so hard to make this perfect idea I had work. It failed. It failed so badly and you weren’t there to laugh at me, because you were on the other side now.
So I started chasing you. Whenever there was a hint of fire, I made my way there, looking for the next clue to the trail. I spent months with only you in my thoughts.
Another day is going by, I’m thinking about you all the time.
When I finally found you, I think it had to have been four months of searching. The first thing you did when I called your name was throw a fireball at me. We were in the middle of a small little town and you didn’t care. I didn’t either.
People had hurried into their houses like it was a normal occurrence, I just kept my eyes on you, trying to find a weak spot so I could just get you to listen
You found one first and you used it. You kicked me in the stomach and I smacked back against the wall behind me. I was disorientated for a few seconds before I quickly looked up, needing to make sure you hadn't run.
“Leave me alone, Drake.” You told me, your voice quiet but forcefully.
You turned to walk away than, and before I could stop myself or rethink it, I was flying at you. I felt you stagger slightly and almost lose your balance, but I just held on tightly with my arms around your chest as I buried my face in your shoulder.
I just can’t let you leave me once again.
“Bobby, what the hell!?” You demanded, but your voice was holding more confusion then anything. You also didn’t pull me away, your hands just stayed limp at your sides.
“Don’t go.” I whispered, maybe tightening my grip a little.
You didn’t say anything for a few moments before I feel a hesitant hand touching my waist. It was only when I moved a bit closer to you that you let your arms wrap loosely around my lower back.
“I can’t stay.” You whispered, so soft and small and nothing like your usual voice. “I’m not welcome there, Bobby.”
“I know,” I replied, moving my face slightly so I was staring at the skin of your neck, cheek resting on your shoulder, “I wasn’t asking you to.”
You pulled back a little and I moved my head off your shoulder so we’re staring into each other’s eyes.
“Then why did you tell me not to leave?” You questioned, a small frown was on your face but you were still holding me.
The whole thing felt almost surreal as I looked at you. Because you were here, you weren’t fighting me and this was probably the most civilised we’d ever been.
It gave me the confidence, the hope to answer, “Because I don’t want you to go without me.”
The only thing you did in response was to let go of my waist so you could bring your hands up to my shoulders. The next thing I knew, you were smirking and I was slammed up against the wall like before, only this time you were still holding me.
I barely got a second to think before you were kissing me. My hands quickly moved to your hair, threading through it and tugging you forward.
We both knew I wouldn't have to worry about you leaving anymore, but that didn’t mean I would ever stop wanting you closer.
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A/N: I don’t know if I like this to be honest, the style’s kinda weird, meh. Tell me your thoughts?
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Bobby
Chapter: Drabble
Summary: I never stopped looking for you after Alcatraz. I couldn’t. You were all I thought about, all I wanted.
Beta: Zlich. Any errors, blame me.
Disclaimer: They own themselves, I take no claim. I’m just having some fun with words ^^
A/N: I was sitting at my computer after trying to sleep for two hours only to realise I really didn’t want to go to sleep. I wanted tomorrow to come without the in-between of dreams. I usually love sleeping. Not tonight it seems. So I figured I’d write a John/Bobby, just to, you know, kill the time.
The stolen lines in italics are lyrics from I’d Do Anything by ‘Simple Plan’.
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I never stopped looking for you after Alcatraz. I couldn’t. You were all I thought about, all I wanted.
We may have fought and fit together in all the wrong ways, but that was what made us so incredibly perfect. I don’t know who said it, but we were once referred to as yin and yang. I never forgot that, and I doubt you did either.
The look on your face when you heard it was like someone had punched you in the gut. I never did figure that one out. The point though, was that they were right. I couldn’t live without you.
I tried to make it work with Rogue even before you left; I was trying so hard to make this perfect idea I had work. It failed. It failed so badly and you weren’t there to laugh at me, because you were on the other side now.
So I started chasing you. Whenever there was a hint of fire, I made my way there, looking for the next clue to the trail. I spent months with only you in my thoughts.
Another day is going by, I’m thinking about you all the time.
When I finally found you, I think it had to have been four months of searching. The first thing you did when I called your name was throw a fireball at me. We were in the middle of a small little town and you didn’t care. I didn’t either.
People had hurried into their houses like it was a normal occurrence, I just kept my eyes on you, trying to find a weak spot so I could just get you to listen
You found one first and you used it. You kicked me in the stomach and I smacked back against the wall behind me. I was disorientated for a few seconds before I quickly looked up, needing to make sure you hadn't run.
“Leave me alone, Drake.” You told me, your voice quiet but forcefully.
You turned to walk away than, and before I could stop myself or rethink it, I was flying at you. I felt you stagger slightly and almost lose your balance, but I just held on tightly with my arms around your chest as I buried my face in your shoulder.
I just can’t let you leave me once again.
“Bobby, what the hell!?” You demanded, but your voice was holding more confusion then anything. You also didn’t pull me away, your hands just stayed limp at your sides.
“Don’t go.” I whispered, maybe tightening my grip a little.
You didn’t say anything for a few moments before I feel a hesitant hand touching my waist. It was only when I moved a bit closer to you that you let your arms wrap loosely around my lower back.
“I can’t stay.” You whispered, so soft and small and nothing like your usual voice. “I’m not welcome there, Bobby.”
“I know,” I replied, moving my face slightly so I was staring at the skin of your neck, cheek resting on your shoulder, “I wasn’t asking you to.”
You pulled back a little and I moved my head off your shoulder so we’re staring into each other’s eyes.
“Then why did you tell me not to leave?” You questioned, a small frown was on your face but you were still holding me.
The whole thing felt almost surreal as I looked at you. Because you were here, you weren’t fighting me and this was probably the most civilised we’d ever been.
It gave me the confidence, the hope to answer, “Because I don’t want you to go without me.”
The only thing you did in response was to let go of my waist so you could bring your hands up to my shoulders. The next thing I knew, you were smirking and I was slammed up against the wall like before, only this time you were still holding me.
I barely got a second to think before you were kissing me. My hands quickly moved to your hair, threading through it and tugging you forward.
We both knew I wouldn't have to worry about you leaving anymore, but that didn’t mean I would ever stop wanting you closer.
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A/N: I don’t know if I like this to be honest, the style’s kinda weird, meh. Tell me your thoughts?