Numb 12.03
Title: Numb
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.03
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 21 Broken
Word Count: 343
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan returns from the walk and starts to clean up, accessing his life alone.
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The walk had done him some good and the sun, cold though it was, had managed to evaporate most of his previous anger. He picked up the broken pieces of glass, wincing as he accidentally sliced the side of his thumb. Left hand under right to catch any blood drops, he hurried to the bathroom. He watched the blood slowly drip into the sink for a few moments before he turned on the faucet and held the cut underneath, fumbling with his left hand for a Band-Aid in the medicine cabinet. Thumb dried and bandaged, Alan rinsed the blood from the sink, watching the pink water wash down the drain.
Figuring the rest of the glass can wait until later, Alan threw himself down on the bed, suddenly exhausted. He angled his head, staring at the empty space of bed next to him. His chest ached and threatened to smother him. He wanted so badly to sleep, but was afraid of what images would play out behind his closed eyelids. Would Robert appear next to him, reaching out a shy hand to brush fingertips across his cheek? Or would he appear flushed and damp above him, a happy smile on his face? Or would he appear in front of him, liplocked with that woman, a painful reminder come to life?
Alan placed a hand over his eyes, willing everything to just go away, and briefly wondered how Robert was handling things. His eyes burned from the pressure he was putting on them and the chest pain had moved to his throat. He took a few deep breaths, trying not to panic. You knew this would happen, he told himself. Robert can’t love you. He had seen the signs and ignored them, having faith in what they were building, but that faith had turned into betrayal, and it hurt, burning his stomach and his chest with each inhale
When Alan finally drifted off, he didn’t dream of his time with Robert, or what Robert had done to him. He didn’t dream about anything at all.
12.04 Drinking and Dinning
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.03
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 21 Broken
Word Count: 343
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan returns from the walk and starts to clean up, accessing his life alone.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Empty
The walk had done him some good and the sun, cold though it was, had managed to evaporate most of his previous anger. He picked up the broken pieces of glass, wincing as he accidentally sliced the side of his thumb. Left hand under right to catch any blood drops, he hurried to the bathroom. He watched the blood slowly drip into the sink for a few moments before he turned on the faucet and held the cut underneath, fumbling with his left hand for a Band-Aid in the medicine cabinet. Thumb dried and bandaged, Alan rinsed the blood from the sink, watching the pink water wash down the drain.
Figuring the rest of the glass can wait until later, Alan threw himself down on the bed, suddenly exhausted. He angled his head, staring at the empty space of bed next to him. His chest ached and threatened to smother him. He wanted so badly to sleep, but was afraid of what images would play out behind his closed eyelids. Would Robert appear next to him, reaching out a shy hand to brush fingertips across his cheek? Or would he appear flushed and damp above him, a happy smile on his face? Or would he appear in front of him, liplocked with that woman, a painful reminder come to life?
Alan placed a hand over his eyes, willing everything to just go away, and briefly wondered how Robert was handling things. His eyes burned from the pressure he was putting on them and the chest pain had moved to his throat. He took a few deep breaths, trying not to panic. You knew this would happen, he told himself. Robert can’t love you. He had seen the signs and ignored them, having faith in what they were building, but that faith had turned into betrayal, and it hurt, burning his stomach and his chest with each inhale
When Alan finally drifted off, he didn’t dream of his time with Robert, or what Robert had done to him. He didn’t dream about anything at all.
12.04 Drinking and Dinning