Table Opposites: Dream
Table Opposites
Fandom: Misfits
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
3. Dream
It's like a dream. It's everything he could ever want, ever need. It's living with a beautiful girl, the kind of woman that would never look at him twice in reality; it's having a nice flat, kind of like the Batcave or something, and nice furniture that he didn't even have to pay. It's meeting every weekend with Nathan and Kelly and Curtis, with Nikki, and being able to chat just as everyone else, as if he was - normal. Or something.
It's like a dream, really, it's so much like a frigging dream that sometimes, more often than he'd like, he wakes up expecting his old bedroom, his old life. Alisha would frown a little, then, if she's awake, and tell him what the hell are you looking for? Is there something here? And he would like to tell her, he would like to explain to her this is weird, that nothing is working as it should, that maybe -just maybe- he's living a life that wasn't meant for him.
It would be easier, of course, if they could touch. If he could hug her, sometimes, and show her that he cares. A lot, a hell of a lot more than he should. If everything wasn't so cold, so distant -if he could actually feel it, know for sure that it is real. But they can't, and it's nobody's fault, and they both need someone to blame -and he chooses him. Sometimes, when he's tired and feels alone -he shouldn't feel alone, not now, because now he has her-, he blames the other Simon. The future one.
It's difficult not to do it, really, when she talks about him so much, when everything here is his. Simon can see him everywhere without even having known him; he can feel his presence in every corner. A superhero, a great guy with a great girlfriend and a great flat and, fuck, a great mission and an actual life. Someone, someone that could be here without feeling like an stranger, like him. And these times there's rage -and Simon doesn't like rage; the last times he felt it nothing came up well. These times there's rage and fear, because he's not sure he'll live up to him, he's not sure he'll be able to be that future Simon everybody -Alisha- expect him to be, someday. He's not even sure if he wants to be him at all -the only thing he's sure enough is that, right now, he's just himself.
Fandom: Misfits
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
3. Dream
It's like a dream. It's everything he could ever want, ever need. It's living with a beautiful girl, the kind of woman that would never look at him twice in reality; it's having a nice flat, kind of like the Batcave or something, and nice furniture that he didn't even have to pay. It's meeting every weekend with Nathan and Kelly and Curtis, with Nikki, and being able to chat just as everyone else, as if he was - normal. Or something.
It's like a dream, really, it's so much like a frigging dream that sometimes, more often than he'd like, he wakes up expecting his old bedroom, his old life. Alisha would frown a little, then, if she's awake, and tell him what the hell are you looking for? Is there something here? And he would like to tell her, he would like to explain to her this is weird, that nothing is working as it should, that maybe -just maybe- he's living a life that wasn't meant for him.
It would be easier, of course, if they could touch. If he could hug her, sometimes, and show her that he cares. A lot, a hell of a lot more than he should. If everything wasn't so cold, so distant -if he could actually feel it, know for sure that it is real. But they can't, and it's nobody's fault, and they both need someone to blame -and he chooses him. Sometimes, when he's tired and feels alone -he shouldn't feel alone, not now, because now he has her-, he blames the other Simon. The future one.
It's difficult not to do it, really, when she talks about him so much, when everything here is his. Simon can see him everywhere without even having known him; he can feel his presence in every corner. A superhero, a great guy with a great girlfriend and a great flat and, fuck, a great mission and an actual life. Someone, someone that could be here without feeling like an stranger, like him. And these times there's rage -and Simon doesn't like rage; the last times he felt it nothing came up well. These times there's rage and fear, because he's not sure he'll live up to him, he's not sure he'll be able to be that future Simon everybody -Alisha- expect him to be, someday. He's not even sure if he wants to be him at all -the only thing he's sure enough is that, right now, he's just himself.