Challenge - Shelter from the storm - Fanfic
Title: Shelter from the Storm
Author: kelzkrazee
Pairings: Henry/Suzy
Spoilers: season one
Rating: There's a bit of language I guess, nothing serious
Disclaimer: If Henry and Suzy were mine the show would be a bit different, but they're not.
Word count: 700
Summary: If normal means going back to the way she used to be then Suzy doesn't want normal anymore...
Note: This is my response for the 'connections' challenge. I'm not entirely happy with this yet, I still haven't quite found Henry and Suzy's voices. But of all the starts I made, this one kind of kept going.
Normal, I wish I’d never said that, I don’t want normal anymore, when things were “normal” I was miserable. Its only since I turned my life upside down that I’ve been happy. I’m willing to put up wi th the funny looks I get for that happiness. I told Jonquil that I needed a best friend, and I found him. Just because he’s a long-dead punk rocker that doesn’t mean he means any less to me. The real irony is that its the dead who is teaching me to live. Everyone else around me wants me to stay the same way I’ve been all my life, a wife, a mother and dentist, the responsible sister. I want to find out who Suzy is.
The funny thing is if he was alive, we’d never be friends, its not just that he would be so much older than me, but he is the kind of person who is so left of centre and extreme it scares me sometimes. He’s softened in death though. He’s happy to just watch TV with the kids or talk with Potter. “Shelter from the storm” he said. From what the documentary and Zac had said, Henry’s life had been pretty stormy, but of his own making. How long can he stay content with not being able to go beyond the doors of this building and watching me and my kids live?
Its been so long since I had a proper, close friend that my dependence on him worries me. I worry that the only reason he sticks around is because he has nowhere else to go and no one else can see him. That one day he’ll pick “the other side” instead of here because he’s bored of me. What would I do then? Would I fall back into being the robot Suzy who is so caught up in doing the correct thing that she has no time for anything else? If he left what would I do? Would I sell this place, and get rid of all The Nerve material to sever all connections and remembrances of him and our happiness? Or would I cling to it, trying to wring everything I can out of his material, to feel close to him again, to be haunted in a different way, always remembering but having him always out of reach.
Its been such a short time. Just a few months ago The Nerve was a band that I half remembered, if I’d heard a song on the radio I would have been able to hum along, but now, I know more about them and their music than most fans, and Henry...I’ve learnt more about him and from him than I have from people I’ve known half my life. Even right at the beginning he could read me, knew when I was holding something back, or if something was wrong, of course, he didn’t always care what it was, just that I reacted, he showed me that its ok to shout, its ok to let people know that they can affect you and I’m trying, trying to reach out, not just to Henry, but also to others around me, to make connections to ‘real’ people, so that maybe, just maybe if he does leave, or is taken away from me, I won’t collapse. I’ll go on, a little sadder but stronger than I was before we found each other.
Because that’s what he does, he makes me strong. He is there giving me a push if I need it, or standing firmly behind me if I just need support. It may be only in our dreams that we can touch but when I’m having a rough day, knowing he is there, ready to give the world a bollocking it can’t hear, I feel safe, protected and loved. So I’m going to shout out to the world, tell them that Suzy Darling is here and things are going to be done her way from now on and if the world has a problem with that, well I have my own shelter from the storm to protect me. Someone who can’t hold my hand, but at least will watch my back.
Author: kelzkrazee
Pairings: Henry/Suzy
Spoilers: season one
Rating: There's a bit of language I guess, nothing serious
Disclaimer: If Henry and Suzy were mine the show would be a bit different, but they're not.
Word count: 700
Summary: If normal means going back to the way she used to be then Suzy doesn't want normal anymore...
Note: This is my response for the 'connections' challenge. I'm not entirely happy with this yet, I still haven't quite found Henry and Suzy's voices. But of all the starts I made, this one kind of kept going.
Normal, I wish I’d never said that, I don’t want normal anymore, when things were “normal” I was miserable. Its only since I turned my life upside down that I’ve been happy. I’m willing to put up wi th the funny looks I get for that happiness. I told Jonquil that I needed a best friend, and I found him. Just because he’s a long-dead punk rocker that doesn’t mean he means any less to me. The real irony is that its the dead who is teaching me to live. Everyone else around me wants me to stay the same way I’ve been all my life, a wife, a mother and dentist, the responsible sister. I want to find out who Suzy is.
The funny thing is if he was alive, we’d never be friends, its not just that he would be so much older than me, but he is the kind of person who is so left of centre and extreme it scares me sometimes. He’s softened in death though. He’s happy to just watch TV with the kids or talk with Potter. “Shelter from the storm” he said. From what the documentary and Zac had said, Henry’s life had been pretty stormy, but of his own making. How long can he stay content with not being able to go beyond the doors of this building and watching me and my kids live?
Its been so long since I had a proper, close friend that my dependence on him worries me. I worry that the only reason he sticks around is because he has nowhere else to go and no one else can see him. That one day he’ll pick “the other side” instead of here because he’s bored of me. What would I do then? Would I fall back into being the robot Suzy who is so caught up in doing the correct thing that she has no time for anything else? If he left what would I do? Would I sell this place, and get rid of all The Nerve material to sever all connections and remembrances of him and our happiness? Or would I cling to it, trying to wring everything I can out of his material, to feel close to him again, to be haunted in a different way, always remembering but having him always out of reach.
Its been such a short time. Just a few months ago The Nerve was a band that I half remembered, if I’d heard a song on the radio I would have been able to hum along, but now, I know more about them and their music than most fans, and Henry...I’ve learnt more about him and from him than I have from people I’ve known half my life. Even right at the beginning he could read me, knew when I was holding something back, or if something was wrong, of course, he didn’t always care what it was, just that I reacted, he showed me that its ok to shout, its ok to let people know that they can affect you and I’m trying, trying to reach out, not just to Henry, but also to others around me, to make connections to ‘real’ people, so that maybe, just maybe if he does leave, or is taken away from me, I won’t collapse. I’ll go on, a little sadder but stronger than I was before we found each other.
Because that’s what he does, he makes me strong. He is there giving me a push if I need it, or standing firmly behind me if I just need support. It may be only in our dreams that we can touch but when I’m having a rough day, knowing he is there, ready to give the world a bollocking it can’t hear, I feel safe, protected and loved. So I’m going to shout out to the world, tell them that Suzy Darling is here and things are going to be done her way from now on and if the world has a problem with that, well I have my own shelter from the storm to protect me. Someone who can’t hold my hand, but at least will watch my back.