New Fic: Trigger Warning
Trigger Warning
Fandom: Fringe
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Peter angst.
Season: Three. Set any time after “Entrada” (likely shortly after, but whenever works for you).
Spoilers: “Entrada,” general.
Summary: It’s like the song says. “There is always something there to remind me.”
xxx
I've tried.
I really have.
I don't know how many times I've tried to get him to use an electric razor.
But no. He just gives me that looks and says, "That's just wrong, Peter." in that way he has that brooks no argument.
Well, no sane argument, anyway.
So here I am, at two in the morning, scouring the twenty-four hour drug store for razor blades because Walter has to shave right now and can't be bothered to get them himself.
Not that I'd let him if he tried, because even if he managed not to kill himself or get lost on the way to the store, he'd get the wrong ones and I'd just have to come back anyway.
Of course, they've rearranged the store since my last emergency visit, so it takes me forever to find them.
But eventually, I grab what I came for and head to the checkout.
That's when I see it.
It's in the next aisle over, on the top shelf, and it barely registers in my periphery, but once it does, I have to swallow hard to keep from throwing up.
Damn.
Who knew that hair dye should have a trigger warning?
Fandom: Fringe
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Peter angst.
Season: Three. Set any time after “Entrada” (likely shortly after, but whenever works for you).
Spoilers: “Entrada,” general.
Summary: It’s like the song says. “There is always something there to remind me.”
xxx
I've tried.
I really have.
I don't know how many times I've tried to get him to use an electric razor.
But no. He just gives me that looks and says, "That's just wrong, Peter." in that way he has that brooks no argument.
Well, no sane argument, anyway.
So here I am, at two in the morning, scouring the twenty-four hour drug store for razor blades because Walter has to shave right now and can't be bothered to get them himself.
Not that I'd let him if he tried, because even if he managed not to kill himself or get lost on the way to the store, he'd get the wrong ones and I'd just have to come back anyway.
Of course, they've rearranged the store since my last emergency visit, so it takes me forever to find them.
But eventually, I grab what I came for and head to the checkout.
That's when I see it.
It's in the next aisle over, on the top shelf, and it barely registers in my periphery, but once it does, I have to swallow hard to keep from throwing up.
Damn.
Who knew that hair dye should have a trigger warning?