fic: The Void (Act 3)
Title: The Void
Pairings: All pairings are of the "ish" variety: Zach/Chris-ish, Bruce/Anton-ish, John/Anton-ish, Karl/Eric-ish
Summary:
CHRIS: Zach! Hey! What are we doing here? What is this place?
ZACH: What? Oh, yeah the void? This happens sometimes. Don't worry about it.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: unrepentant crack, script form, almost zero plot
Length: 3,000+ (total)
Disclaimer: I own the Void, but everything else is borrowed
Feedback is...well, everything, really...
ACT 3
Scene: KARL URBAN sits behind a large desk in what looks to be an office. A large window is behind him, a streetlight shining through and illuminating him from the back. His face is only barely visible. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his tie loose around his neck. His fedora is lying on the desk in front of him, and a cigarette burns in the ashtray next to it.
KARL: That night...The night it happened...The phone rang at 10:47 pm.
CHRIS: Is that Central Standard Time, Karl?
ZACH: [smacks Chris's shoulder] Shhhh, he's noiring.
KARL: I remember it was raining. Raining, raining, raining. Raining so goddamn hard I thought the world was gonna wash away.
When I answered the phone, Agent Malone...that bastard...his voice cut through like a rusty knife, "Karl, come quick. They got Bana."
Bana...that stupid son of a bitch. God, not him. Anyone but him.
CHRIS: [gasps quietly] Eric?
ZACH: [puts his arm around Chris and shushes him softly]
KARL: I went down to the docks to assess the damage. They had him covered with a tarp, and I couldn't bear to look. Not him. Not Bana.
I swore I'd find the bastard that did it and make him wish he'd never been born…
The next day…that was when she came. She knocked on my door and glided into the room like water. I could just barely make out her face...you know...on account of all the smoke....and she hovered just at the edge of my desk, the scent of jasmine pouring off of her and swirling around me like a dream.
ZOE: Detective Urban?
KARL: [I nodded my head]
ZOE: I need your help.
KARL: [I thought, ‘What's a pretty thing like her need my help for?’ But she answered the question for me.]
ZOE: It's about Eric...
ZACH: [pokes Chris] Psst. Hey.
CHRIS: [whispers] What.
ZACH: Hey. Chris. Wake up.
CHRIS: [annoyed] What? Be quiet, I’m trying to listen [points to Karl and Zoe]
ZACH: [grabs Chris by the shoulders and shakes him roughly] WAKE UP!
“Wha-Huh?” Chris starts awake, his body tensing slightly as he comes back to reality. He blinks sleepily and gazes up at the blurry object hovering near his face. A few more blinks brings Zach’s face into focus; all soft brown eyes and warm smile.
“Rise and shine sleepy-head. We’re getting ready to land.” Zach murmured softly against Chris’s head resting on his shoulder, his breath blowing the strands of hair there lightly.
Chris frowned and sat up slowly. He looked around in confusion at the rows of seats and heads surrounding him, and heard the loud roar of the plane engines, “But…” he quickly sat up straight and his head whipped back and forth. He looked to his right and saw John, who appeared engrossed in his book, and then turned to his left to look at Zach, his eyes wide in horror, “But…” he spun around and looked over the back of his seat where Karl, Zoe, and Eric sat gazing up at him in mild interest.
Chris spun back around to face forward and let out a small yelp of surprise when he came face-to-face with Anton who had turned around on his knees and was hanging over the back of his seat looking curiously down at Chris, “Hey, what’s going on?”
Chris relaxed slightly, “I…Nothing,” he shook his head, “Nothing…”
Anton remained in his kneeling position, watching Chris intently, until Chris saw Bruce’s arm reach up and pull Anton back down to his seat, facing forward.
“What!” Chris heard Anton whisper harshly to Bruce.
“Leave him alone” Bruce scolded with a low rumble.
“Okay, jeez. Cool it, old man” Anton grumbled.
“Hey,” Zach touched Chris’s thigh lightly, “Something wrong?”
Chris turned to Zach and blinked a few times, “No. No, man, I’m fine. It’s just, uh…” Chris laughed a little, “I had the weirdest dream” he rubbed at his eyes and forced out a yawn.
Zach didn’t respond, he just watched Chris with a small smile, and waited for him to continue.
Chris sighed and relaxed into his seat. “You were there, and we were, like, these ring leaders with top hats, and” Chris squinted and licked his lip, “And, John” he turned to John, “You were there” Chris started talking more animatedly, “You and Anton…you, like…made out” Chris looked slightly horrified, and John did his best to hide his smile.
Chris quickly turned around in his seat again to look back at Karl, Zoe and Eric, “You guys! You were there too! You…well, you didn’t do much. Except Karl…you were…noiring or something,” Chris trailed off as he spoke, trying to think back on his dream. Zoe giggled and tried to hide her smile. Eric bit his lip and smacked Karl’s thigh.
Chris shook his head a little and plopped back down in his seat. He sat thinking to himself for a moment and then gasped and turned to Zach, “Oh no.”
“What?” Zach asked.
Chris cringed, “You and I totally made out” he groaned and hid his face in his hands.
Zach chuckled and Chris heard Bruce’s voice drift back over the seat in front of him, “Huh…Guess I missed that.”
Chris frowned, “What?”
Bruce’s surprised voice floated back to him an octave higher than it was before, “What?! Huh? I didn’t…No. I didn’t say anything…”
Anton giggled.
Chris stared at the backs of their seats for a second, and then slowly turned to Zach, "What's with them."
Zach slowly smiled and shrugged a little, "Obscure pairings."
Neither the roar of the landing gear nor the overhead announcement could have drowned out Chris's yelp, "Oh my God! It was REAL!?"
Pairings: All pairings are of the "ish" variety: Zach/Chris-ish, Bruce/Anton-ish, John/Anton-ish, Karl/Eric-ish
Summary:
CHRIS: Zach! Hey! What are we doing here? What is this place?
ZACH: What? Oh, yeah the void? This happens sometimes. Don't worry about it.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: unrepentant crack, script form, almost zero plot
Length: 3,000+ (total)
Disclaimer: I own the Void, but everything else is borrowed
Feedback is...well, everything, really...
ACT 3
Scene: KARL URBAN sits behind a large desk in what looks to be an office. A large window is behind him, a streetlight shining through and illuminating him from the back. His face is only barely visible. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his tie loose around his neck. His fedora is lying on the desk in front of him, and a cigarette burns in the ashtray next to it.
KARL: That night...The night it happened...The phone rang at 10:47 pm.
CHRIS: Is that Central Standard Time, Karl?
ZACH: [smacks Chris's shoulder] Shhhh, he's noiring.
KARL: I remember it was raining. Raining, raining, raining. Raining so goddamn hard I thought the world was gonna wash away.
When I answered the phone, Agent Malone...that bastard...his voice cut through like a rusty knife, "Karl, come quick. They got Bana."
Bana...that stupid son of a bitch. God, not him. Anyone but him.
CHRIS: [gasps quietly] Eric?
ZACH: [puts his arm around Chris and shushes him softly]
KARL: I went down to the docks to assess the damage. They had him covered with a tarp, and I couldn't bear to look. Not him. Not Bana.
I swore I'd find the bastard that did it and make him wish he'd never been born…
The next day…that was when she came. She knocked on my door and glided into the room like water. I could just barely make out her face...you know...on account of all the smoke....and she hovered just at the edge of my desk, the scent of jasmine pouring off of her and swirling around me like a dream.
ZOE: Detective Urban?
KARL: [I nodded my head]
ZOE: I need your help.
KARL: [I thought, ‘What's a pretty thing like her need my help for?’ But she answered the question for me.]
ZOE: It's about Eric...
ZACH: [pokes Chris] Psst. Hey.
CHRIS: [whispers] What.
ZACH: Hey. Chris. Wake up.
CHRIS: [annoyed] What? Be quiet, I’m trying to listen [points to Karl and Zoe]
ZACH: [grabs Chris by the shoulders and shakes him roughly] WAKE UP!
“Wha-Huh?” Chris starts awake, his body tensing slightly as he comes back to reality. He blinks sleepily and gazes up at the blurry object hovering near his face. A few more blinks brings Zach’s face into focus; all soft brown eyes and warm smile.
“Rise and shine sleepy-head. We’re getting ready to land.” Zach murmured softly against Chris’s head resting on his shoulder, his breath blowing the strands of hair there lightly.
Chris frowned and sat up slowly. He looked around in confusion at the rows of seats and heads surrounding him, and heard the loud roar of the plane engines, “But…” he quickly sat up straight and his head whipped back and forth. He looked to his right and saw John, who appeared engrossed in his book, and then turned to his left to look at Zach, his eyes wide in horror, “But…” he spun around and looked over the back of his seat where Karl, Zoe, and Eric sat gazing up at him in mild interest.
Chris spun back around to face forward and let out a small yelp of surprise when he came face-to-face with Anton who had turned around on his knees and was hanging over the back of his seat looking curiously down at Chris, “Hey, what’s going on?”
Chris relaxed slightly, “I…Nothing,” he shook his head, “Nothing…”
Anton remained in his kneeling position, watching Chris intently, until Chris saw Bruce’s arm reach up and pull Anton back down to his seat, facing forward.
“What!” Chris heard Anton whisper harshly to Bruce.
“Leave him alone” Bruce scolded with a low rumble.
“Okay, jeez. Cool it, old man” Anton grumbled.
“Hey,” Zach touched Chris’s thigh lightly, “Something wrong?”
Chris turned to Zach and blinked a few times, “No. No, man, I’m fine. It’s just, uh…” Chris laughed a little, “I had the weirdest dream” he rubbed at his eyes and forced out a yawn.
Zach didn’t respond, he just watched Chris with a small smile, and waited for him to continue.
Chris sighed and relaxed into his seat. “You were there, and we were, like, these ring leaders with top hats, and” Chris squinted and licked his lip, “And, John” he turned to John, “You were there” Chris started talking more animatedly, “You and Anton…you, like…made out” Chris looked slightly horrified, and John did his best to hide his smile.
Chris quickly turned around in his seat again to look back at Karl, Zoe and Eric, “You guys! You were there too! You…well, you didn’t do much. Except Karl…you were…noiring or something,” Chris trailed off as he spoke, trying to think back on his dream. Zoe giggled and tried to hide her smile. Eric bit his lip and smacked Karl’s thigh.
Chris shook his head a little and plopped back down in his seat. He sat thinking to himself for a moment and then gasped and turned to Zach, “Oh no.”
“What?” Zach asked.
Chris cringed, “You and I totally made out” he groaned and hid his face in his hands.
Zach chuckled and Chris heard Bruce’s voice drift back over the seat in front of him, “Huh…Guess I missed that.”
Chris frowned, “What?”
Bruce’s surprised voice floated back to him an octave higher than it was before, “What?! Huh? I didn’t…No. I didn’t say anything…”
Anton giggled.
Chris stared at the backs of their seats for a second, and then slowly turned to Zach, "What's with them."
Zach slowly smiled and shrugged a little, "Obscure pairings."
Neither the roar of the landing gear nor the overhead announcement could have drowned out Chris's yelp, "Oh my God! It was REAL!?"