Fic: Change of Perspective
Title: Change of Perspective
Characters: Chris, Sid
Rating: PG
Words: 382
Summary: Chris tries to offer Sid a change of perspective on life.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: Written for the prompt from cobalt_siren over at the prompt post on skinsbang_vent which was to write something for the scenes in the opening credits. I picked S2 Chris and Sid.
“S’all gone tits up.”
Chris squints at him a little and looks contemplative at what Sid’s just said. Eventually, he pulls his cigarette from his mouth. “You know Sid, your perspective man, it’s all out.”
“It’s not,” Sid says, quite defensively. “I mean, Cass has gone to Scotland and Tone’s still…well, fucked.”
“Mate, Tony’s gonna be fine. People are always going in comas in the movies, like, all of the time. Honestly, it’s not even that big a deal.”
Sid stuffs his hands in his pockets. “What about Cassie then?”
Chris grins. “While the cat’s away the mouse can play,” he says, wiggling his fingers in the air.
“But what if I want Cass back?”
Chris stops walking and sighs as if Sid’s said something extremely stupid. He recognises it, because it’s the same way his dad does.
“Here, hold this,” Chris says, and passes a cigarette over.
Sid takes it with a frown. He watches as Chris stretches his arms out and cracks his knuckles. Sid doesn’t have a clue what he’s up to. No surprises there, because Sid doesn’t have a clue about anything, apparently. He sniffs at the cigarette.
“Chris, is this a spliff?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it… it’s a bit early for spliff isn’t it?”
At that, Chris looks up. “Absolutely not Sidders. A spliff a day keeps the doctor away…or, you know, something. Right, anyway, are you ready?”
Sid looks around in confusion. “For?”
“A change of perspective,” Chris answers, and before he knows it, Chris has got his hands on the ground and he’s kicked his feet up in the air and he’s standing on his head.
“You’ve just got to look at things differently,” he says.
Sid raises his eyebrows, because he’s not quite sure exactly how being upside down is going to help him get Cassie back. And he’s also not sure that this is good for Chris’s health, because his face has turned beetroot from all the blood and it doesn’t look very comfortable.
“Did you know, the world record for a man standing on his head is…ow, fuck!”
Sid looks at the crumpled heap on the pavement. “Chris, mate, you alright?” There’s no answer, so he tries again. “Chris?”
“Yeah.” Sid hears the sound even though it’s muffled. “Yeah, totally, meant to do that.”
Characters: Chris, Sid
Rating: PG
Words: 382
Summary: Chris tries to offer Sid a change of perspective on life.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: Written for the prompt from cobalt_siren over at the prompt post on skinsbang_vent which was to write something for the scenes in the opening credits. I picked S2 Chris and Sid.
“S’all gone tits up.”
Chris squints at him a little and looks contemplative at what Sid’s just said. Eventually, he pulls his cigarette from his mouth. “You know Sid, your perspective man, it’s all out.”
“It’s not,” Sid says, quite defensively. “I mean, Cass has gone to Scotland and Tone’s still…well, fucked.”
“Mate, Tony’s gonna be fine. People are always going in comas in the movies, like, all of the time. Honestly, it’s not even that big a deal.”
Sid stuffs his hands in his pockets. “What about Cassie then?”
Chris grins. “While the cat’s away the mouse can play,” he says, wiggling his fingers in the air.
“But what if I want Cass back?”
Chris stops walking and sighs as if Sid’s said something extremely stupid. He recognises it, because it’s the same way his dad does.
“Here, hold this,” Chris says, and passes a cigarette over.
Sid takes it with a frown. He watches as Chris stretches his arms out and cracks his knuckles. Sid doesn’t have a clue what he’s up to. No surprises there, because Sid doesn’t have a clue about anything, apparently. He sniffs at the cigarette.
“Chris, is this a spliff?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it… it’s a bit early for spliff isn’t it?”
At that, Chris looks up. “Absolutely not Sidders. A spliff a day keeps the doctor away…or, you know, something. Right, anyway, are you ready?”
Sid looks around in confusion. “For?”
“A change of perspective,” Chris answers, and before he knows it, Chris has got his hands on the ground and he’s kicked his feet up in the air and he’s standing on his head.
“You’ve just got to look at things differently,” he says.
Sid raises his eyebrows, because he’s not quite sure exactly how being upside down is going to help him get Cassie back. And he’s also not sure that this is good for Chris’s health, because his face has turned beetroot from all the blood and it doesn’t look very comfortable.
“Did you know, the world record for a man standing on his head is…ow, fuck!”
Sid looks at the crumpled heap on the pavement. “Chris, mate, you alright?” There’s no answer, so he tries again. “Chris?”
“Yeah.” Sid hears the sound even though it’s muffled. “Yeah, totally, meant to do that.”