fic: the office uk, tim/dawn, pg.
ordinary and out of
fandom: the office uk
rating: pg
pairing: tim/dawn
disclaimer: Stephen Merchant & Ricky Gervais own & created the characters.
spoilers: All of the UK series.
notes: Post-Christmas Specials.
You know perfection, right? It doesn't really exist, perfection, happiness, everything so wonderful you could just burst from sheer joy of living your ridiculously amazing life. That? Is not going to happen. Ever.
Dawn knows this because she's spent most of her life wearing out a school seat she was never comfortable on, she's spent years and years at ridiculous jobs she hasn't liked, has hated, every single weekday a miserable eternity, watching the clock tick until 5 PM, waiting, just waiting. Add to this a relationship she hadn't got anything out of for years, except maybe financial stability of paying the bills together, and occasional sex, which she hardly ever enjoyed but figured she had to have - better to bonk then go bonkers, one of her mates from school used to say.
Dawn has all the experience in the world about how perfection, and happiness, just isn't going to happen. If not to her, then to no one. Really. Who are they trying to kid.
What she has discovered, however, is that life can change for the better. And it will never be perfect, but it's good, and it feels right, and she's happy.
Even if it's odd at first, living with Tim's parents (just until they get enough money for them to move on their own), sleeping in his childhood bedroom (but at least he's there with her), going to work (shitty job but it's temporary and not full-day, so she goes home - well, his home - early and draws, and chats to his mother, who is actually very nice company), but you have to adjust and work toward a goal and eventually you'll get there.
And it won't be perfection, living with Tim in a small apartment, not getting paid much for her drawings, Tim still working in Slough, but that's just it. It'll still be enough. It'll be completely wonderful in it's own way.
She wakes up next to Tim and thinks maybe they need to re-think the definition of perfect, because it feels bloody perfect, sometimes, now. Right now. If this isn't what is perfect, then perhaps she doesn't want perfect, doesn't need perfection.
You know perfection, right? She kisses him and he wakes up a little as she arranges herself closer to him on his small bed. He raises his head the tiniest and falls asleep, and she realises it's Saturday, and breathing against his neck, slowly drifts off to sleep.
fandom: the office uk
rating: pg
pairing: tim/dawn
disclaimer: Stephen Merchant & Ricky Gervais own & created the characters.
spoilers: All of the UK series.
notes: Post-Christmas Specials.
You know perfection, right? It doesn't really exist, perfection, happiness, everything so wonderful you could just burst from sheer joy of living your ridiculously amazing life. That? Is not going to happen. Ever.
Dawn knows this because she's spent most of her life wearing out a school seat she was never comfortable on, she's spent years and years at ridiculous jobs she hasn't liked, has hated, every single weekday a miserable eternity, watching the clock tick until 5 PM, waiting, just waiting. Add to this a relationship she hadn't got anything out of for years, except maybe financial stability of paying the bills together, and occasional sex, which she hardly ever enjoyed but figured she had to have - better to bonk then go bonkers, one of her mates from school used to say.
Dawn has all the experience in the world about how perfection, and happiness, just isn't going to happen. If not to her, then to no one. Really. Who are they trying to kid.
What she has discovered, however, is that life can change for the better. And it will never be perfect, but it's good, and it feels right, and she's happy.
Even if it's odd at first, living with Tim's parents (just until they get enough money for them to move on their own), sleeping in his childhood bedroom (but at least he's there with her), going to work (shitty job but it's temporary and not full-day, so she goes home - well, his home - early and draws, and chats to his mother, who is actually very nice company), but you have to adjust and work toward a goal and eventually you'll get there.
And it won't be perfection, living with Tim in a small apartment, not getting paid much for her drawings, Tim still working in Slough, but that's just it. It'll still be enough. It'll be completely wonderful in it's own way.
She wakes up next to Tim and thinks maybe they need to re-think the definition of perfect, because it feels bloody perfect, sometimes, now. Right now. If this isn't what is perfect, then perhaps she doesn't want perfect, doesn't need perfection.
You know perfection, right? She kisses him and he wakes up a little as she arranges herself closer to him on his small bed. He raises his head the tiniest and falls asleep, and she realises it's Saturday, and breathing against his neck, slowly drifts off to sleep.