Whenever you need me (just shout my name)
Title: Whenever you need me (just shout my name)
Fandom: Misfits
Characters/Pairings: Kelly, Nathan, Kelly/Bruno
Whenever you need me (just shout my name)
The first days after he's gone she doesn't know how to act. What to do, what to say, and she has to remember, she tells herself, to thank Nathan for being there. He might be an obnoxious prick, sometimes, but he's a good friend. The best she could ask for.
She has to breathe slowly, that first night. After she's left him -his corpse- on that roof, after she's drunk enough to nearly forget and, sometimes, laugh. She falls into her bed and feels the bile crawling from her stomach, and feels the traitorous tears trying to scape, and decides she doesn't care. She's not going to cry, not again.
She pukes, instead, right beside her bed. And then she buries her face in the pillow and starts counting every breath, slow and even, and tries not to choke. Everything smells of vomit, and some part of her thinks she's detected blood, but it's better not to think about it.
The best thing about being able to read thoughts, she's discovered, is that you learn fast to hide your own. Mostly. And she knows better than to show any emotion -it is difficult enough without it-. And they don't realize.
Well, Nathan does.
He corners her after less than a week. He's thinking about whisky and her ass when he shows, so she doesn't suspect anything. He may be a little more intelligent than they thought he was.
He says hi, first. Then, without a warning, he grabs her arm, so you won't scape, he tells her. Then, talk.
She doesn't open her mouth.
You have to, Kelly, he insists. I bet you're thinking about it, aren't you?, and she has to nod. Barely. Well, I'm your... friend -and it seems painful, saying that, it seems like it hurts him and she feels a little bit guilty, but it isn't her fault-, so you can tell me everything. Whatever.
And it's so obvious this is the first time he's done something like this. It is so obvious that she wants to hug him, tell him that it's okay. But it isn't.
Wha'dya want me to say?, she asks. That I'm... That I miss him?
He nods. And something else. Deeper, you know, because I didn't prepare this shit just so you could say that and fuck off.
And she smiles, at that. He's funny, even when he's not trying to -which isn't the case, right now, because he's trying very hard-, and maybe that's what she likes about him. Nothing too serious, nothing that can go wrong and make her explode or something, or cry like she's been doing these last few days.
Nothing like Bruno.
Okay, she says. Okay, I miss him. I think I liked him, a fucking lot, you know?, but. But, and she doesn't know what else to say.
But life goes on, right?, and he hugs her, and it's weird because they haven't hug before -too much sexual shit going on between them-, and she's never realized how good it feels, just to be hold.
Right, she says, and something makes her break down. Cry, if only for a little. But it's hard, you know?, and he nods.
I know, he murmurs. Believe me, I know.
Fandom: Misfits
Characters/Pairings: Kelly, Nathan, Kelly/Bruno
Whenever you need me (just shout my name)
The first days after he's gone she doesn't know how to act. What to do, what to say, and she has to remember, she tells herself, to thank Nathan for being there. He might be an obnoxious prick, sometimes, but he's a good friend. The best she could ask for.
She has to breathe slowly, that first night. After she's left him -his corpse- on that roof, after she's drunk enough to nearly forget and, sometimes, laugh. She falls into her bed and feels the bile crawling from her stomach, and feels the traitorous tears trying to scape, and decides she doesn't care. She's not going to cry, not again.
She pukes, instead, right beside her bed. And then she buries her face in the pillow and starts counting every breath, slow and even, and tries not to choke. Everything smells of vomit, and some part of her thinks she's detected blood, but it's better not to think about it.
The best thing about being able to read thoughts, she's discovered, is that you learn fast to hide your own. Mostly. And she knows better than to show any emotion -it is difficult enough without it-. And they don't realize.
Well, Nathan does.
He corners her after less than a week. He's thinking about whisky and her ass when he shows, so she doesn't suspect anything. He may be a little more intelligent than they thought he was.
He says hi, first. Then, without a warning, he grabs her arm, so you won't scape, he tells her. Then, talk.
She doesn't open her mouth.
You have to, Kelly, he insists. I bet you're thinking about it, aren't you?, and she has to nod. Barely. Well, I'm your... friend -and it seems painful, saying that, it seems like it hurts him and she feels a little bit guilty, but it isn't her fault-, so you can tell me everything. Whatever.
And it's so obvious this is the first time he's done something like this. It is so obvious that she wants to hug him, tell him that it's okay. But it isn't.
Wha'dya want me to say?, she asks. That I'm... That I miss him?
He nods. And something else. Deeper, you know, because I didn't prepare this shit just so you could say that and fuck off.
And she smiles, at that. He's funny, even when he's not trying to -which isn't the case, right now, because he's trying very hard-, and maybe that's what she likes about him. Nothing too serious, nothing that can go wrong and make her explode or something, or cry like she's been doing these last few days.
Nothing like Bruno.
Okay, she says. Okay, I miss him. I think I liked him, a fucking lot, you know?, but. But, and she doesn't know what else to say.
But life goes on, right?, and he hugs her, and it's weird because they haven't hug before -too much sexual shit going on between them-, and she's never realized how good it feels, just to be hold.
Right, she says, and something makes her break down. Cry, if only for a little. But it's hard, you know?, and he nods.
I know, he murmurs. Believe me, I know.