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Okay, so first of all, I wanted to say thank you to the people who wrote such nice things about me in the Love Somebody Meme. You guys are absolute sweethearts. I love this fandom so much, it's a little ridiculous. Also, I totally didn't intend any of the comments I wrote about anyone to sound creepy or over the top or anything, I just... tend to gush. Because people are awesome.
Secondly, I just found out that Cobra Starship is coming to my area really, really soon, but the tickets are already sold out! COME BACK TO ME, GABE SAPORTA. I WANT TO SEE YOU IN CONCERT, GODDAMNIT.
Thirdly and finally: I was bored last night. Have some snippets.
So, this first one is from the Jon/Spencer sequel to Questionable Moral Authority, aka the mad scientist AU. Which is funny, because of the two sequels I had actually planned on writing the Pete/Patrick one first. Who knows. Anyway, this will probably get slightly revised at some point.
"I don't think I get it," Spencer says flatly, sitting down on Jon's bed. His spaceship sheets are rumpled, hanging off the edge.
"I like it," Jon says, shrugging. "Sometimes I just need to get out of here. I mean, we're going to be here for the rest of our lives, and we don't even know how long that's going to be."
Spencer's mouth firmed into a mulish line. "We offered you the option of resigning," he begins, but Jon shakes his head.
"Spencer. I'm not leaving." He smiles at Spencer. "It's just nice to get out for a while. You should come with me sometime, see what you think."
Spencer hesitates, and Jon adds - well, it's more of a wheedle, really - "How can you make an informed decision if you haven't gathered all of the data?"
"Maybe," Spencer admits. He taps his hands against his thighs. "I guess." When Jon keeps watching him silently, he finally says, "Alright."
"Well, I'm leaving tomorrow," Jon tells him. "You interested?"
Spencer jumps off the bed, almost habitually reaching to straighten out the sheets where he'd sat on them. "Tomorrow? Are you crazy? You can't - Well, maybe you can, but I can't -"
"Some other time," Jon says, smiling at him. "I'm holding you to it, Smith."
And later:
"Buy you a drink?" a man asks from Jon's right, his voice light.
"Buy yourself a drink," Jon suggests. "And then I'll buy myself one and we can pretend we bought them for each other."
The man laughs. "Why not? I'm Gabe," he adds, holding out his hand.
Jon shakes it firmly. Gabe has a good handshake; his hands are slightly rough, and he knows the line between strong and bone-crushing. Jon knows his own hands are burned from various chemicals, scarred from sharp machinery that he hadn't handled quite carefully enough. "I'm Jon," he says.
Later in this scene:
"What do you do, anyway?" Jon asks, taking a sip of his second beer. It's slightly warm, but he's always thought beer tasted better that way, anyway.
"Can't tell you." Gabe grins, and Jon wonders: scientist, government, military, liar? "And you?"
Jon shakes his head. "Can't tell you." Usually he just says that he's a mechanic; it's easy enough to fake, anyway.
Gabe laughs and asks, "Is that actually true, or just turnabout?" When Jon shrugs, Gabe shrugs too. He says, "I can tell you one thing, though. I'm going to find the secret to eternal life."
Just come home with me, Jon thinks. Out loud, he says, "Wouldn't it kind of suck to live forever?"
Gabe shakes his head, tapping his temple with one long finger. "You just need to find the right people to spend it with. And interesting things to do, too. Can't spend immortality working."
Jon shrugs again. "Why not." He holds up his glass. "To eternal life."
"To eternal life," Gabe echoes, touching his glass to Jon's with a faint clink.
That was twenty-five years ago; Jon wonders if Gabe is still out there somewhere, and if he is, whether he looks the same as he did back then or if he's pushing middle-aged, maybe even staying in one place and getting married.
He could find out, he thinks. He's just not sure if he wants to.
Secondly, I just found out that Cobra Starship is coming to my area really, really soon, but the tickets are already sold out! COME BACK TO ME, GABE SAPORTA. I WANT TO SEE YOU IN CONCERT, GODDAMNIT.
Thirdly and finally: I was bored last night. Have some snippets.
So, this first one is from the Jon/Spencer sequel to Questionable Moral Authority, aka the mad scientist AU. Which is funny, because of the two sequels I had actually planned on writing the Pete/Patrick one first. Who knows. Anyway, this will probably get slightly revised at some point.
"I don't think I get it," Spencer says flatly, sitting down on Jon's bed. His spaceship sheets are rumpled, hanging off the edge.
"I like it," Jon says, shrugging. "Sometimes I just need to get out of here. I mean, we're going to be here for the rest of our lives, and we don't even know how long that's going to be."
Spencer's mouth firmed into a mulish line. "We offered you the option of resigning," he begins, but Jon shakes his head.
"Spencer. I'm not leaving." He smiles at Spencer. "It's just nice to get out for a while. You should come with me sometime, see what you think."
Spencer hesitates, and Jon adds - well, it's more of a wheedle, really - "How can you make an informed decision if you haven't gathered all of the data?"
"Maybe," Spencer admits. He taps his hands against his thighs. "I guess." When Jon keeps watching him silently, he finally says, "Alright."
"Well, I'm leaving tomorrow," Jon tells him. "You interested?"
Spencer jumps off the bed, almost habitually reaching to straighten out the sheets where he'd sat on them. "Tomorrow? Are you crazy? You can't - Well, maybe you can, but I can't -"
"Some other time," Jon says, smiling at him. "I'm holding you to it, Smith."
And later:
"Buy you a drink?" a man asks from Jon's right, his voice light.
"Buy yourself a drink," Jon suggests. "And then I'll buy myself one and we can pretend we bought them for each other."
The man laughs. "Why not? I'm Gabe," he adds, holding out his hand.
Jon shakes it firmly. Gabe has a good handshake; his hands are slightly rough, and he knows the line between strong and bone-crushing. Jon knows his own hands are burned from various chemicals, scarred from sharp machinery that he hadn't handled quite carefully enough. "I'm Jon," he says.
Later in this scene:
"What do you do, anyway?" Jon asks, taking a sip of his second beer. It's slightly warm, but he's always thought beer tasted better that way, anyway.
"Can't tell you." Gabe grins, and Jon wonders: scientist, government, military, liar? "And you?"
Jon shakes his head. "Can't tell you." Usually he just says that he's a mechanic; it's easy enough to fake, anyway.
Gabe laughs and asks, "Is that actually true, or just turnabout?" When Jon shrugs, Gabe shrugs too. He says, "I can tell you one thing, though. I'm going to find the secret to eternal life."
Just come home with me, Jon thinks. Out loud, he says, "Wouldn't it kind of suck to live forever?"
Gabe shakes his head, tapping his temple with one long finger. "You just need to find the right people to spend it with. And interesting things to do, too. Can't spend immortality working."
Jon shrugs again. "Why not." He holds up his glass. "To eternal life."
"To eternal life," Gabe echoes, touching his glass to Jon's with a faint clink.
That was twenty-five years ago; Jon wonders if Gabe is still out there somewhere, and if he is, whether he looks the same as he did back then or if he's pushing middle-aged, maybe even staying in one place and getting married.
He could find out, he thinks. He's just not sure if he wants to.