Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 12
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 12
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 1,804 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up In Your Bed: Chapter 12
Lukas bought 'The Hidden Reality' by physicist Brian Greene.
As well as a couple of science books relating to parallel universe. He skipped Descartes though, he didn't think the philosopher would help him much. The Pole spent the next week immersing in the deluge of quantum physics in hope to find something somewhere that would hint him the way home.
"Mate, you free this evening? We have a party at my place." Alex clapped his shoulder from behind while Lukas was dressing in front of his locker. They'd just finished training.
"Who else is coming?" He asked.
"Olivier, Mathieu, Abou, Theo, Aaron, Calum, Jack, Alexis, Mikel, Santi, Laurent, Wojciech, is that all? I have yet to ask Per and Mesut, maybe it'd be easier for them to decide if I tell them you're going."
"Tell them I'm going."
"That's how we roll!" Alex clapped his shoulder again and grinned his ninja-turtle charming grin. "You know where my house is?"
"Send me the location."
They ordered Chinese, Indian and Thai since they couldn't unanimously decide which oriental cuisine to go for. Alex's rented house was fashionably decorated in modern style, it's not very large but super cozy and Lukas really loved the atmosphere.
After the gambol which was supposedly dinner, Jack proposed that they should have a tournament of Virtua Fighter 5 by dividing them all into four teams with drawing straws, each team had four players equally. They would combat and jot down the scores, losers paid for the meals.
Lukas' team had Aaron, Alexis and Mesut.
When it's Lukas' turn, his combatant was Olivier.
"If I actually beat you, a kiss is my reward, Lukas." Olivier smirked.
"Whoa, you'd better have an alibi on tap if Schweini asks." Santi wiggled his brows annoyingly.
"Oh, he can't know that! Don't let him know that! Oli would be a dead body!" Abou laughed.
"Don't lose on purpose, Poldi," Aaron teased.
Lukas tried his hardest but he still lost, to everyone's anticipating whoops as Olivier smirked upper-handedly. "Where do you want it to be?" The French jived.
"You can kiss my ass," the Pole joked but then he realized that he's actually gay and flushed crimson. The cheers were even louder. Oliver quirked his brow up.
"You don't actually think I wouldn't dare, do you?"
Eventually, Olivier kissed him on the corner of his lips amid loud whoops. The French released him after only a second, a grin plastered on his face before he walked back to sit beside Mathieu who gave him a sharp look. Lukas wondered whether this was normal for Olivier or it’s the privilege of this universe where there's less to none homophobe.
How would the other reality be if humans are less judgmental and ready to embrace the differences by accepting everyone as they truly are?
No, THIS IS how the other reality WILL BE, everything around him is almost exactly the same: his career, his family, his friends, and Bastian, the only exception is that someone had done a tiny bit thing differently, like turning left rather than right, and that has made all the differences, that has changed the world.
And Lukas had the blessing to see it.
At the moment, he felt very grateful to any being who sent him here.
But besides Olivier, others didn't seem to have the urge to chase Lukas' ass nor any other's down like the French so he reckoned it must be an unusual affection Olivier seemed to have towards him. But Olivier was married and had a baby girl, in the other reality as well as this, he'd checked, though to have kids didn’t mean one wasn’t gay anyway, look at him for example. Nonetheless, he could feel that the kiss as well as other larks meant nothing special, they're just for fun and to wire him up.
As the night wore on, the first tournament ended and the team with Mathieu, Abou, Per and Mikel lost. The captain suggested that they played another tournament, his team would be responsible for the food of course, but who lose this time would have to pay for the drinks.
Jack asked whether he realized that if his team loses again, the damages would be double.
At one point in the middle of the second tournament, his team's in the lead and Mesut's intensely battling with Calum who's really good, Bastian called.
"What are you doing?" The Bavarian asked.
"Playing games with the boys," he answered, "I'm at Alex's house."
"Who else is there?"
Lukas listed everyone's names in the room.
"Giroud's there?" Bastian didn't sound ecstatic when he heard Olivier's name. "Did he do anything to you?"
The Pole almost guffawed, seems like Olivier's boundless deviltry was well-known even as far as Germany. He wondered whether it's always like this between them, and whether Olivier intentionally did that with him just to annoy Bastian. "Well, I lost to him a battle and he briefly pecked me on the cheek, it's very brief anyway," he hastily added.
"What?" Bastian's voice turned low. “Are you sure it’s on the cheek?”
"Well, the corner of my mouth, actually." He didn't want to lie to Bastian though he's uncertain now whether he really wanted to test the blonde's wrath or not.
"Is this a game or something?" His voice's bordering on dangerous now. The Pole swallowed.
"Well, we play Virtua Fighter and my contender was Olivier. We kind of had a bet that if I lose, he’s gotta kiss me."
"Did you lose on purpose, Lukas Josef Podolski?" Bastian’s voice was cold as ice.
"No, of course not!" Why did Bastian and Aaron have to say the same thing?
"Tell him to stay away," the blonde grunted and hastily added, "And you stay away from him, too!"
***
The best bet might be going to the point where it all began.
The season had started and Lukas still couldn't find anything worth digging for more. He'd finished many physics books regarding parallel universes and still nothing stood out as worthy of an experiment. So lately he turned to books like 'The Bermuda Triangle Mystery: Solved', or 'Into Oblivion: Understanding MH370', or even 'Ghost Ship: The Mysterious True Story of the Mary Celeste and Her Missing Crew'.
Still, none of them gave him light, only an idea that maybe if he could find a way back to his universe eventually, he should just write a book.
So there's an only way, he must go to Turkey and go out on a yacht to the point he anchored that night, maybe there's a door to another universe there though that area of Mediterranean didn't have the reputation of swallowing boats and planes without reason or actually any area whatsoever, only occasional storms.
But the point is, where is that 'point'?
That day, they started off from Bodrum and then the captain of the yacht was the one who took them wherever he wanted. That night they anchored in the middle of the sea though he could still see the coast of Turkey twinkling by electricity under starlight faraway. He couldn't ask anyone because in this reality, he'd never went there with his family, hadn’t he? At least not by this summer.
But he had to go, he might find something there.
So Lukas had his agent arranged a secret trip to Turkey. He'd need to make it brief, only a two-day, one-night trip since the season had already started. He told his agent that he had a very important matter to deal with someone in Turkey.
After the match with Everton, Lukas caught a plane to Bodrum.
***
He didn't tell Bastian that he's out to Turkey, though he didn't actually want to lie, he found that even if he told him he's visiting Turkey, he'd have to lie about 'why' all the same.
The night was dark, it's a new moon night so he could see all the twinkling stars clearly upon the cloudless sky. Lukas was on a yacht in the vicinity where he reckoned they anchored that night, the coast was far out but it could still be seen by scintillating artificial lights at the horizon where the sky met the sea and blended together in the pitch darkness. Lukas felt like the universe was enveloping him with a black velvety blanket of twinkling stars and shimmering sea like it's trying to protect and comfort him.
He asked the captain of the yacht to drive around a bit for hours, telling him that he's looking for a spot where he anchored last time. Though the captain actually saw no tenable point, he followed the Pole's request anyway since he's the one who paid.
It's beyond midnight when they eventually called it a day.
And now Lukas was sitting in a deck chair staring at the darkness like he hoped an answer to the mystery of the universe would deign to advent in front of his eyes. The wind was strong in the middle of the night and though Lukas hadn't had a proper sleep since last night, he didn't feel sleepy at all. His mind ran through what happened that night, that night just before he fell asleep, he wished that he would be in Ibiza with Bastian on his birthday instead of here.
Is that what it takes? A wish? He's on this same spot in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and wished upon a...what, exactly? And the next morning he woke up, still in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea but on a different side with 2,300-kilometre distance and a universe apart.
If that's actually what triggered the gate to parallel universe to open, it's worth a try, isn't it?
What about Bastian? And Louis? Questions popped up in his head and he squashed them down. They belonged here, he's the alien in this reality so he shouldn't be worried about them, Christ, he should be worried about HIMSELF. He felt guilty a bit if what he's going to do would work and he'd leave this universe without actually saying his son and his lover goodbye...
His lover...
Bastian here belonged to the other Lukas, not him. If he really wanted him, he should go back to where he belongs and work for it, not simply stealing from somebody else, even though that somebody was him.
Lukas took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and made a wish.
Hoping that the next morning when he wakes up, he'd find himself in his own bed somewhere in the world, still married to Monika and had Bastian as his best friend...
Not for long, though. He'd find a way to be with Bastian again soon. He'd tasted the forbidden fruit once, he'd never be the same again.
But for now, goodbye, Louis, and Schweini.
To be continued in Chapter 13.
.
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 1,804 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up In Your Bed: Chapter 12
Lukas bought 'The Hidden Reality' by physicist Brian Greene.
As well as a couple of science books relating to parallel universe. He skipped Descartes though, he didn't think the philosopher would help him much. The Pole spent the next week immersing in the deluge of quantum physics in hope to find something somewhere that would hint him the way home.
"Mate, you free this evening? We have a party at my place." Alex clapped his shoulder from behind while Lukas was dressing in front of his locker. They'd just finished training.
"Who else is coming?" He asked.
"Olivier, Mathieu, Abou, Theo, Aaron, Calum, Jack, Alexis, Mikel, Santi, Laurent, Wojciech, is that all? I have yet to ask Per and Mesut, maybe it'd be easier for them to decide if I tell them you're going."
"Tell them I'm going."
"That's how we roll!" Alex clapped his shoulder again and grinned his ninja-turtle charming grin. "You know where my house is?"
"Send me the location."
They ordered Chinese, Indian and Thai since they couldn't unanimously decide which oriental cuisine to go for. Alex's rented house was fashionably decorated in modern style, it's not very large but super cozy and Lukas really loved the atmosphere.
After the gambol which was supposedly dinner, Jack proposed that they should have a tournament of Virtua Fighter 5 by dividing them all into four teams with drawing straws, each team had four players equally. They would combat and jot down the scores, losers paid for the meals.
Lukas' team had Aaron, Alexis and Mesut.
When it's Lukas' turn, his combatant was Olivier.
"If I actually beat you, a kiss is my reward, Lukas." Olivier smirked.
"Whoa, you'd better have an alibi on tap if Schweini asks." Santi wiggled his brows annoyingly.
"Oh, he can't know that! Don't let him know that! Oli would be a dead body!" Abou laughed.
"Don't lose on purpose, Poldi," Aaron teased.
Lukas tried his hardest but he still lost, to everyone's anticipating whoops as Olivier smirked upper-handedly. "Where do you want it to be?" The French jived.
"You can kiss my ass," the Pole joked but then he realized that he's actually gay and flushed crimson. The cheers were even louder. Oliver quirked his brow up.
"You don't actually think I wouldn't dare, do you?"
Eventually, Olivier kissed him on the corner of his lips amid loud whoops. The French released him after only a second, a grin plastered on his face before he walked back to sit beside Mathieu who gave him a sharp look. Lukas wondered whether this was normal for Olivier or it’s the privilege of this universe where there's less to none homophobe.
How would the other reality be if humans are less judgmental and ready to embrace the differences by accepting everyone as they truly are?
No, THIS IS how the other reality WILL BE, everything around him is almost exactly the same: his career, his family, his friends, and Bastian, the only exception is that someone had done a tiny bit thing differently, like turning left rather than right, and that has made all the differences, that has changed the world.
And Lukas had the blessing to see it.
At the moment, he felt very grateful to any being who sent him here.
But besides Olivier, others didn't seem to have the urge to chase Lukas' ass nor any other's down like the French so he reckoned it must be an unusual affection Olivier seemed to have towards him. But Olivier was married and had a baby girl, in the other reality as well as this, he'd checked, though to have kids didn’t mean one wasn’t gay anyway, look at him for example. Nonetheless, he could feel that the kiss as well as other larks meant nothing special, they're just for fun and to wire him up.
As the night wore on, the first tournament ended and the team with Mathieu, Abou, Per and Mikel lost. The captain suggested that they played another tournament, his team would be responsible for the food of course, but who lose this time would have to pay for the drinks.
Jack asked whether he realized that if his team loses again, the damages would be double.
At one point in the middle of the second tournament, his team's in the lead and Mesut's intensely battling with Calum who's really good, Bastian called.
"What are you doing?" The Bavarian asked.
"Playing games with the boys," he answered, "I'm at Alex's house."
"Who else is there?"
Lukas listed everyone's names in the room.
"Giroud's there?" Bastian didn't sound ecstatic when he heard Olivier's name. "Did he do anything to you?"
The Pole almost guffawed, seems like Olivier's boundless deviltry was well-known even as far as Germany. He wondered whether it's always like this between them, and whether Olivier intentionally did that with him just to annoy Bastian. "Well, I lost to him a battle and he briefly pecked me on the cheek, it's very brief anyway," he hastily added.
"What?" Bastian's voice turned low. “Are you sure it’s on the cheek?”
"Well, the corner of my mouth, actually." He didn't want to lie to Bastian though he's uncertain now whether he really wanted to test the blonde's wrath or not.
"Is this a game or something?" His voice's bordering on dangerous now. The Pole swallowed.
"Well, we play Virtua Fighter and my contender was Olivier. We kind of had a bet that if I lose, he’s gotta kiss me."
"Did you lose on purpose, Lukas Josef Podolski?" Bastian’s voice was cold as ice.
"No, of course not!" Why did Bastian and Aaron have to say the same thing?
"Tell him to stay away," the blonde grunted and hastily added, "And you stay away from him, too!"
***
The best bet might be going to the point where it all began.
The season had started and Lukas still couldn't find anything worth digging for more. He'd finished many physics books regarding parallel universes and still nothing stood out as worthy of an experiment. So lately he turned to books like 'The Bermuda Triangle Mystery: Solved', or 'Into Oblivion: Understanding MH370', or even 'Ghost Ship: The Mysterious True Story of the Mary Celeste and Her Missing Crew'.
Still, none of them gave him light, only an idea that maybe if he could find a way back to his universe eventually, he should just write a book.
So there's an only way, he must go to Turkey and go out on a yacht to the point he anchored that night, maybe there's a door to another universe there though that area of Mediterranean didn't have the reputation of swallowing boats and planes without reason or actually any area whatsoever, only occasional storms.
But the point is, where is that 'point'?
That day, they started off from Bodrum and then the captain of the yacht was the one who took them wherever he wanted. That night they anchored in the middle of the sea though he could still see the coast of Turkey twinkling by electricity under starlight faraway. He couldn't ask anyone because in this reality, he'd never went there with his family, hadn’t he? At least not by this summer.
But he had to go, he might find something there.
So Lukas had his agent arranged a secret trip to Turkey. He'd need to make it brief, only a two-day, one-night trip since the season had already started. He told his agent that he had a very important matter to deal with someone in Turkey.
After the match with Everton, Lukas caught a plane to Bodrum.
***
He didn't tell Bastian that he's out to Turkey, though he didn't actually want to lie, he found that even if he told him he's visiting Turkey, he'd have to lie about 'why' all the same.
The night was dark, it's a new moon night so he could see all the twinkling stars clearly upon the cloudless sky. Lukas was on a yacht in the vicinity where he reckoned they anchored that night, the coast was far out but it could still be seen by scintillating artificial lights at the horizon where the sky met the sea and blended together in the pitch darkness. Lukas felt like the universe was enveloping him with a black velvety blanket of twinkling stars and shimmering sea like it's trying to protect and comfort him.
He asked the captain of the yacht to drive around a bit for hours, telling him that he's looking for a spot where he anchored last time. Though the captain actually saw no tenable point, he followed the Pole's request anyway since he's the one who paid.
It's beyond midnight when they eventually called it a day.
And now Lukas was sitting in a deck chair staring at the darkness like he hoped an answer to the mystery of the universe would deign to advent in front of his eyes. The wind was strong in the middle of the night and though Lukas hadn't had a proper sleep since last night, he didn't feel sleepy at all. His mind ran through what happened that night, that night just before he fell asleep, he wished that he would be in Ibiza with Bastian on his birthday instead of here.
Is that what it takes? A wish? He's on this same spot in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and wished upon a...what, exactly? And the next morning he woke up, still in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea but on a different side with 2,300-kilometre distance and a universe apart.
If that's actually what triggered the gate to parallel universe to open, it's worth a try, isn't it?
What about Bastian? And Louis? Questions popped up in his head and he squashed them down. They belonged here, he's the alien in this reality so he shouldn't be worried about them, Christ, he should be worried about HIMSELF. He felt guilty a bit if what he's going to do would work and he'd leave this universe without actually saying his son and his lover goodbye...
His lover...
Bastian here belonged to the other Lukas, not him. If he really wanted him, he should go back to where he belongs and work for it, not simply stealing from somebody else, even though that somebody was him.
Lukas took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and made a wish.
Hoping that the next morning when he wakes up, he'd find himself in his own bed somewhere in the world, still married to Monika and had Bastian as his best friend...
Not for long, though. He'd find a way to be with Bastian again soon. He'd tasted the forbidden fruit once, he'd never be the same again.
But for now, goodbye, Louis, and Schweini.
To be continued in Chapter 13.
.