Waterfalls 12.10
Title: Waterfalls
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.10
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 79 Poison
Word Count: 1065
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alan gets a letter from his sister, which makes him think about things he would rather forget.
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:
Whipped
Alan returned late from the set. With bleary eyes he picked up his mail at the front desk and somehow managed to find his way to the elevators and push the correct button for his floor. He was exhausted, having done stunt work all day, and his body was bruised and screaming for a bath.
On the bright side, he had managed to not think of Robert all day, and was hoping that the pain was finally starting to subside. He scrubbed his hand through his hair. All the product that had made it lay flat was dried and had been itching for the last four hours. It was nice to finally not get yelled out as he scrubbed his fingers through his hair once more for good measure, just in time for the elevator to open on his floor.
He balanced the small cache of a mail in one hand, with his water bottle and ipod, while fishing in his back pocket for the keycard. He slid it through the slot and gratefully walked into the dark room. He flipped on the light and tossed the mail onto the bed, watching several brightly coloured letters spill out across the duvet. A small smile crept across his face and he walked into the bathroom to start a bath.
Alan thought he would read a letter or two to lighten his mood before slipping into a bath and sinking into bed. He had eight hours till he had to wake up and leave for the set. It would be the final day of filming and then he would be able to go back home to his own large bathtub and soft sheets of his own bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he toed off his shoes and started to work the buttons on his shirt with one hand while he used his free hand to spread out the mail.
His eye caught a return address and he immediately reached for the letter, happy to see it. It had seemed like forever since his sister had written him. But, as he opened it up and saw the contents, his heart sunk. All the pain he had successfully dammed up the last two weeks came flooding back like a poison into his system.
Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled out the bright red and pink frilly card. Valentine’s Day had been over a week ago and he hadn’t even noticed. But why should he? He had no one to share it with. He swallowed a lump in his throat before he started to read:
Alan,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know it is late, but then as long as you get it before my birthday in September, I would consider you lucky.
I would hope that you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day, but I know with Robert in your life that is guaranteed.
Alan felt tears threatening to overflow and blinked them back. He missed Robert so very much.
This last year has been full of surprises, I am so happy for you. You finally seem content, happy with the person you love in your life. I remember when you had Miss Wrong time and time again, and it is nice to know you finally found Mr. Right.
Your birthday and Robert’s for that matter are right around the corner and I hope those days answer all your dreams.
Lottsa love,
Your big sis,
Traci
A tear landed on Robert’s name, the ink smearing until his name became a smudge. Alan had not told anyone they had broke up. He was not ready to listen to the questions, not ready to justify this very personal decision that he was still struggling with. Itching his head one more time, he walked to the bathroom and stopped the water before picking up the phone and calling his sister.
The phone rang once, twice and then three times. Alan was composing a voice mail message in his head as he struggled to take his jeans off and step into the tub. He almost slipped when she answered. “Hey, sis.” Alan tried to sound bright and cheery, but he thought his exhaustion would betray him.
“Alan! Nice to hear from you stranger, how are you?”
Alan stopped for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. He slowly sat down in the tub, leaning his head against the wall and stretching out his legs. “Filming is going well, I can’t complain,” he replied, doing his best to avoid the topic soon to be at hand.
“You sound tired. Are they working you too hard, or is your boyfriend keeping you up late at night with phone calls?”
Alan pressed his head hard against the wall, searching for the right words to use. “Robert and I broke up.” Alan’s voice cracked, betraying his emotions.
“Alan! What happened? That is so sad. If I see him I will tell him what a git he is.”
Alan appreciated her support. “I got your valentine, and well, I thought I needed to tell you. And I’m the one who broke it off.”
“Oh no, what happened?”
“I’m too tired, I just can’t talk about it. I will be home in a few days, maybe dinner or something after I settle and we can catch up.”
“Well, only if you promise you will let me take care of you.”
Alan yawned, and exaggerated it a little more then necessary. “Of course, I miss you Traci.”
“Good luck with the filming. And I will stop by in a few weeks. You will need to tell me everything.”
Alan nodded, his throat full of emotion, and gave her a weak, “I will. Thanks for the card.”
“Alan, you will recover from this. You are quite the catch for anyone.”
“Goodbye.”
She laughed when Alan ignored her. “Goodbye.”
Alan pressed end on his phone and tossed it out of the bathroom, hearing it land with a soft thump on the carpet.
He felt tears streaming down his face and wondered when they had started. He choked back a sob and wiped at them, but they didn’t want to stop flowing. Bending his legs, Alan slid down, the water enveloping him in a warm embrace. He held his breath as the tears dissolved in the bath water and his lungs started to burn.
12.13 No More
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.10
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 79 Poison
Word Count: 1065
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alan gets a letter from his sister, which makes him think about things he would rather forget.
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:
Whipped
Alan returned late from the set. With bleary eyes he picked up his mail at the front desk and somehow managed to find his way to the elevators and push the correct button for his floor. He was exhausted, having done stunt work all day, and his body was bruised and screaming for a bath.
On the bright side, he had managed to not think of Robert all day, and was hoping that the pain was finally starting to subside. He scrubbed his hand through his hair. All the product that had made it lay flat was dried and had been itching for the last four hours. It was nice to finally not get yelled out as he scrubbed his fingers through his hair once more for good measure, just in time for the elevator to open on his floor.
He balanced the small cache of a mail in one hand, with his water bottle and ipod, while fishing in his back pocket for the keycard. He slid it through the slot and gratefully walked into the dark room. He flipped on the light and tossed the mail onto the bed, watching several brightly coloured letters spill out across the duvet. A small smile crept across his face and he walked into the bathroom to start a bath.
Alan thought he would read a letter or two to lighten his mood before slipping into a bath and sinking into bed. He had eight hours till he had to wake up and leave for the set. It would be the final day of filming and then he would be able to go back home to his own large bathtub and soft sheets of his own bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he toed off his shoes and started to work the buttons on his shirt with one hand while he used his free hand to spread out the mail.
His eye caught a return address and he immediately reached for the letter, happy to see it. It had seemed like forever since his sister had written him. But, as he opened it up and saw the contents, his heart sunk. All the pain he had successfully dammed up the last two weeks came flooding back like a poison into his system.
Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled out the bright red and pink frilly card. Valentine’s Day had been over a week ago and he hadn’t even noticed. But why should he? He had no one to share it with. He swallowed a lump in his throat before he started to read:
Alan,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know it is late, but then as long as you get it before my birthday in September, I would consider you lucky.
I would hope that you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day, but I know with Robert in your life that is guaranteed.
Alan felt tears threatening to overflow and blinked them back. He missed Robert so very much.
This last year has been full of surprises, I am so happy for you. You finally seem content, happy with the person you love in your life. I remember when you had Miss Wrong time and time again, and it is nice to know you finally found Mr. Right.
Your birthday and Robert’s for that matter are right around the corner and I hope those days answer all your dreams.
Lottsa love,
Your big sis,
Traci
A tear landed on Robert’s name, the ink smearing until his name became a smudge. Alan had not told anyone they had broke up. He was not ready to listen to the questions, not ready to justify this very personal decision that he was still struggling with. Itching his head one more time, he walked to the bathroom and stopped the water before picking up the phone and calling his sister.
The phone rang once, twice and then three times. Alan was composing a voice mail message in his head as he struggled to take his jeans off and step into the tub. He almost slipped when she answered. “Hey, sis.” Alan tried to sound bright and cheery, but he thought his exhaustion would betray him.
“Alan! Nice to hear from you stranger, how are you?”
Alan stopped for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. He slowly sat down in the tub, leaning his head against the wall and stretching out his legs. “Filming is going well, I can’t complain,” he replied, doing his best to avoid the topic soon to be at hand.
“You sound tired. Are they working you too hard, or is your boyfriend keeping you up late at night with phone calls?”
Alan pressed his head hard against the wall, searching for the right words to use. “Robert and I broke up.” Alan’s voice cracked, betraying his emotions.
“Alan! What happened? That is so sad. If I see him I will tell him what a git he is.”
Alan appreciated her support. “I got your valentine, and well, I thought I needed to tell you. And I’m the one who broke it off.”
“Oh no, what happened?”
“I’m too tired, I just can’t talk about it. I will be home in a few days, maybe dinner or something after I settle and we can catch up.”
“Well, only if you promise you will let me take care of you.”
Alan yawned, and exaggerated it a little more then necessary. “Of course, I miss you Traci.”
“Good luck with the filming. And I will stop by in a few weeks. You will need to tell me everything.”
Alan nodded, his throat full of emotion, and gave her a weak, “I will. Thanks for the card.”
“Alan, you will recover from this. You are quite the catch for anyone.”
“Goodbye.”
She laughed when Alan ignored her. “Goodbye.”
Alan pressed end on his phone and tossed it out of the bathroom, hearing it land with a soft thump on the carpet.
He felt tears streaming down his face and wondered when they had started. He choked back a sob and wiped at them, but they didn’t want to stop flowing. Bending his legs, Alan slid down, the water enveloping him in a warm embrace. He held his breath as the tears dissolved in the bath water and his lungs started to burn.
12.13 No More