Old Friend 12.19
Note: For the remaining handful of parts in Story 12, we will be posting once a day. It is our birthday Monday, and what better way to celebrate?
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Title: Old Friend
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.19
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 55 Freedom
Word Count: 642
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
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:
Family Matters
A/N: For moozer72 who we swear is psychic!
Robert came home from the Season Four House wrap party physically and emotionally exhausted. This whole year had been a series of ups and downs. Robert laughed to himself. It was actually a great big up followed by a huge down. The apartment was dark and cool, the warm weather of summer just peaking around the corner. Robert told himself in a hushed voice that he should be happy that the season was finally over and be happy to have some time to get some rest, time to do a small project, time to…He stopped his train of thought, realizing the thing he wanted to do most was be with Alan. He wanted to share this moment, every moment, with Alan. It had really started to become crystal clear in the last week.
He left the light off, knowing how to navigate his small apartment. He knew the layout and where all of his precious items were settled around the room. And lately, just looking around the apartment was enough to remind him of all that he had lost these past two months, and he was not in the mood to be reminded of happier times.
Robert pulled off his t-shirt and toed off his shoes. He walked towards his bed and pushed his pants over his hips, leaving his boxer-briefs on, and let them fall to the floor. He had forgotten to clear out his pockets and cursed himself as he heard the change spill onto the floor and roll under the bed.
Grumbling, Robert picked up the pants and folded them, laying them neatly across the chair next to the bed, and then proceeded to get to his hands and knees, looking for the errant change. Robert picked up the few odd cents that were close, and then reached his hand under the bed, feeling around for any more coins, collecting the pennies, dimes and quarters. Robert was not thinking when he reached farther back and felt his fingers graze something furry.
His heart stopped for a second and he withdrew his hand quickly. He peered under the bed, squinting at the dark shape, and reached out once more to grab it. Robert pulled it out from under the bed, holding it up, then heavily sat down against the side of the bed when he recognized it as the stuffed monkey, Jonathan. He pulled the monkey in close, holding him tight, not able to keep away the memory of how thrilled he felt to pull it from its box that first time and read the note that Alan had placed with it.
Tears ran down his cheeks and found sanctuary in the brown fur and for just a few minutes he allowed the emotion of the last six weeks to pour out of him. He was tired of feeling like the scorned lover. He was tired of not having his close friend and companion next to him, or at least only a phone call away.
Alan had opened him up, had freed so much of him from the guilt and fear that gripped him, and here he was a puddle of emotion longing for the stability that Alan gave him, the firm ground he knew he had when Alan was near him.
Robert wiped his face and hugged Jonathan once more before setting him on the bed. He stood up and walked over to his computer, mind finally made up. He had a new agenda now. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to confront his biggest fear--disappointing his parents--then hop on a plane. He was determined to find a way to make Alan listen to him. No matter how scared he was. Alan was worth the risk.
12.20 Detour
Enjoy!
Title: Old Friend
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Press Run 12.19
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 55 Freedom
Word Count: 642
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
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:
Family Matters
A/N: For moozer72 who we swear is psychic!
Robert came home from the Season Four House wrap party physically and emotionally exhausted. This whole year had been a series of ups and downs. Robert laughed to himself. It was actually a great big up followed by a huge down. The apartment was dark and cool, the warm weather of summer just peaking around the corner. Robert told himself in a hushed voice that he should be happy that the season was finally over and be happy to have some time to get some rest, time to do a small project, time to…He stopped his train of thought, realizing the thing he wanted to do most was be with Alan. He wanted to share this moment, every moment, with Alan. It had really started to become crystal clear in the last week.
He left the light off, knowing how to navigate his small apartment. He knew the layout and where all of his precious items were settled around the room. And lately, just looking around the apartment was enough to remind him of all that he had lost these past two months, and he was not in the mood to be reminded of happier times.
Robert pulled off his t-shirt and toed off his shoes. He walked towards his bed and pushed his pants over his hips, leaving his boxer-briefs on, and let them fall to the floor. He had forgotten to clear out his pockets and cursed himself as he heard the change spill onto the floor and roll under the bed.
Grumbling, Robert picked up the pants and folded them, laying them neatly across the chair next to the bed, and then proceeded to get to his hands and knees, looking for the errant change. Robert picked up the few odd cents that were close, and then reached his hand under the bed, feeling around for any more coins, collecting the pennies, dimes and quarters. Robert was not thinking when he reached farther back and felt his fingers graze something furry.
His heart stopped for a second and he withdrew his hand quickly. He peered under the bed, squinting at the dark shape, and reached out once more to grab it. Robert pulled it out from under the bed, holding it up, then heavily sat down against the side of the bed when he recognized it as the stuffed monkey, Jonathan. He pulled the monkey in close, holding him tight, not able to keep away the memory of how thrilled he felt to pull it from its box that first time and read the note that Alan had placed with it.
Tears ran down his cheeks and found sanctuary in the brown fur and for just a few minutes he allowed the emotion of the last six weeks to pour out of him. He was tired of feeling like the scorned lover. He was tired of not having his close friend and companion next to him, or at least only a phone call away.
Alan had opened him up, had freed so much of him from the guilt and fear that gripped him, and here he was a puddle of emotion longing for the stability that Alan gave him, the firm ground he knew he had when Alan was near him.
Robert wiped his face and hugged Jonathan once more before setting him on the bed. He stood up and walked over to his computer, mind finally made up. He had a new agenda now. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to confront his biggest fear--disappointing his parents--then hop on a plane. He was determined to find a way to make Alan listen to him. No matter how scared he was. Alan was worth the risk.
12.20 Detour