An Adult Fairy Tale 18.07
Title: An Adult Fairy Tale
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Tourist Stop 18.07
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: none
Word Count: 656
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Traci asks the boys how they met.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
Grand Tour
“So,” Traci said, plopping herself on the couch between the two guys, them having to scoot apart to keep from getting sat on. “Story time. I've never heard the fascinating tale how you two met.” She pointedly looked to Robert, ignoring her brother for the moment.
Robert got a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Umm...well...” He looked past Traci, toward Alan, for help. Robert only seemed able to remember how that first night had ended, and there was no way he wanted to share.
Alan cleared his throat, getting Traci to look away from the blushing Robert who seemed to be stammering without saying a word. “It was a boys' night, with Stephen and Hugh in Las Vegas...they introduced us.”
“And you seduced him right?” she joked. But then she heard the tiniest of noises from Robert and she turned back to him, eyebrows raised. “My brother seduced you?”
“It wasn’t quite like that,” Alan protested, weakly.
“What was it like, then?” She crossed her arms and waited.
“We...” Alan racked his brains, “...hit it off over brandy. Quite boring, really,” he quickly added.
Traci turned to catch Robert in the middle of an eye roll. “Fine, don’t tell me. But whatever did happen, I think things worked out quite well." She gave Robert's arm a light squeeze.
"I think so, too," Robert agreed, looking over at Alan.
"Then what happened?"
"Huh?" Robert returned his gaze back to Traci.
"After all that stuff you won't talk about."
"Well," Alan began, "the next morning--"
"Alan! You slept with him that first night?"
"Not in the way you're thinking," Robert quickly corrected, wishing the couch would swallow him up, because the truth really wasn't all that far off from what she was thinking.
"Do you want to hear this or not?" Alan asked, folding his arms and trying to be intimidating.
Traci nodded and folded her hands in her lap, the perfect picture of innocence.
"Right. Well, I woke up and Robert was no where to be found. All he'd left was a scrap of paper and I was sure it was going to be a brush-off and I almost didn't look at it. But when I did, it said that he didn't want to wake me and he'd written a quote, 'All human wisdom is summed up in two words--wait and hope,' and he'd left his e-mail address. Spent most of me flight back to London and a day thinking about it before I decided to e-mail him. And," he made a gesture that he had to have taken from Robert, "here we are, more or less."
"Only it was 20 times more complicated than that," Robert added.
"It would make a good movie." A wicked grin spread across her lips.
"No, no, no." Robert spoke quickly.
Alan laughed. "It could be compelling theater." Alan turned to look at Robert.
Robert stopped and just looked at him. His eyes said, "NO!" louder than he could with his voice.
Alan turned back towards Traci and leaned into Robert's stiff--not in the way Alan would prefer--body. "Some things are better kept private."
Robert laid his hand over Alan's and let his fingers sink, holding onto Alan's hand.
Traci saw the spark between them, and she felt a warm glow envelop her. She leaned over and laid her hand on theirs. "Well, even if that was the safer story, it was still lovely." She stood and headed to the bathroom, waiting until she was inside before wiping a sentimental tear from her face.
"We dodged that one." Alan let go of the breath he was holding.
"A little more honest than I would have said," Robert sighed.
"It is a hard story to tell, without."
"True. We haven't worked on an alternate family-safe version."
"Add that to our list of things to do?" Alan playfully asked.
Robert leaned forward and gave Alan a kiss on the cheek in reply.
18.08 No Where Else I'd Rather Be
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Tourist Stop 18.07
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: none
Word Count: 656
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Traci asks the boys how they met.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Click here for the timeline if you need to get caught up or relive the good old times.
Previous story:
Grand Tour
“So,” Traci said, plopping herself on the couch between the two guys, them having to scoot apart to keep from getting sat on. “Story time. I've never heard the fascinating tale how you two met.” She pointedly looked to Robert, ignoring her brother for the moment.
Robert got a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Umm...well...” He looked past Traci, toward Alan, for help. Robert only seemed able to remember how that first night had ended, and there was no way he wanted to share.
Alan cleared his throat, getting Traci to look away from the blushing Robert who seemed to be stammering without saying a word. “It was a boys' night, with Stephen and Hugh in Las Vegas...they introduced us.”
“And you seduced him right?” she joked. But then she heard the tiniest of noises from Robert and she turned back to him, eyebrows raised. “My brother seduced you?”
“It wasn’t quite like that,” Alan protested, weakly.
“What was it like, then?” She crossed her arms and waited.
“We...” Alan racked his brains, “...hit it off over brandy. Quite boring, really,” he quickly added.
Traci turned to catch Robert in the middle of an eye roll. “Fine, don’t tell me. But whatever did happen, I think things worked out quite well." She gave Robert's arm a light squeeze.
"I think so, too," Robert agreed, looking over at Alan.
"Then what happened?"
"Huh?" Robert returned his gaze back to Traci.
"After all that stuff you won't talk about."
"Well," Alan began, "the next morning--"
"Alan! You slept with him that first night?"
"Not in the way you're thinking," Robert quickly corrected, wishing the couch would swallow him up, because the truth really wasn't all that far off from what she was thinking.
"Do you want to hear this or not?" Alan asked, folding his arms and trying to be intimidating.
Traci nodded and folded her hands in her lap, the perfect picture of innocence.
"Right. Well, I woke up and Robert was no where to be found. All he'd left was a scrap of paper and I was sure it was going to be a brush-off and I almost didn't look at it. But when I did, it said that he didn't want to wake me and he'd written a quote, 'All human wisdom is summed up in two words--wait and hope,' and he'd left his e-mail address. Spent most of me flight back to London and a day thinking about it before I decided to e-mail him. And," he made a gesture that he had to have taken from Robert, "here we are, more or less."
"Only it was 20 times more complicated than that," Robert added.
"It would make a good movie." A wicked grin spread across her lips.
"No, no, no." Robert spoke quickly.
Alan laughed. "It could be compelling theater." Alan turned to look at Robert.
Robert stopped and just looked at him. His eyes said, "NO!" louder than he could with his voice.
Alan turned back towards Traci and leaned into Robert's stiff--not in the way Alan would prefer--body. "Some things are better kept private."
Robert laid his hand over Alan's and let his fingers sink, holding onto Alan's hand.
Traci saw the spark between them, and she felt a warm glow envelop her. She leaned over and laid her hand on theirs. "Well, even if that was the safer story, it was still lovely." She stood and headed to the bathroom, waiting until she was inside before wiping a sentimental tear from her face.
"We dodged that one." Alan let go of the breath he was holding.
"A little more honest than I would have said," Robert sighed.
"It is a hard story to tell, without."
"True. We haven't worked on an alternate family-safe version."
"Add that to our list of things to do?" Alan playfully asked.
Robert leaned forward and gave Alan a kiss on the cheek in reply.
18.08 No Where Else I'd Rather Be