I Cry...
Title: I Cry
Author: Megcarryn, kristine_imo@hotmail.com
Type: Dream fic
Rating: PG I think
Archive: None please, quite a personal fic, however if you really want it just ask
WARNING: Sad
Disclaimer: It was my dream, although the actors that I dreamed about are not mine, and I don’t believe that this is anyway representative of who they really are.
Feedback: yes please
Author's Notes: I dreamed it, I wrote it down, and now I want to share it.
Summary: At the end of the day in the dead of night, we are reduced to little more than our fears.
It was dark as she made her way up the stairs. No light from moon or street lamp reached this far into the old building but above her the cold blue light of the black and white television in the living room kissed the edges of the walls and stairs. Her keys jangled in her hands as she unlocked the glass door to their apartment and locked it behind her. She moved into the kitchen, put the keys on the counter as she went to glance in the living room where she knew Ian would be. Sadness swept over her at the restlessness that plagued the old actor. The restlessness that meant that he would always be up to see her home so late in the night. Ian pushed himself from the couch and passed her to turn on the hall light causing her to close her eyes briefly in pain. After a moment she turned off the television and together they climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. She stopped by her door and Ian paused as they looked upon the miserable figure huddled on the floor.
“I didn’t think he’d gone to bed.” Ian sighed as she knelt down to wrap her arms and body around Ewan.
“Shhhh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” She murmured and bewildered grey-blue eyes turned to her. He leaned into the warm flesh, finding comfort from his cold skin.
“You’ll be okay?” she asked the old actor and he nodded wearily, moving off to his own room and she wished that he would let her comfort him as she did Ewan, but he would return to his cold lonely bed.
“C’mon darling, lets go to bed,” She murmured as she pulled Ewan up, his form more emaciated and hungry than he had ever been in Trainspotting. When she placed him in their bed he curled on his side, not wanting to let the only person who loved him out of his sight.
“Aren’t we the strangest bunch,” she said to him quietly as she undressed. “Two queers and you. It would be easier if you fell in love with him, then neither of you would be so lost anymore.”
“Don’t leave,” Ewan begged in a scratchy voice.
“I’m not going anywhere honey,” she promised as she climbed in next to him and he wrapped chilled limbs around her. She sighed, stroking his hair. Tomorrow she would rise before dawn once again, and go to work, only to return late to find Ian watching the television and Ewan huddled outside their door.
A/N:
Yeh, it is really weird.