New fic!
Hey kids! I'm working on another chapter of Darkside of the Moon, but I'm having trouble with it. However, I really wanted to post something today, so I decided to post an old fic which I wrote a while ago. It's a bit angsty, but it contains no slash (Gasp!).
Title: Drowning in the Desert.
Pairings: None.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Ian gets in trouble after a shoot.
A/N: As most of you will know, Ian suffers from asthma. Want proof? Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rXDCWIjO4M (Ian is so cute in that vid :D) Anyway, I decided to write a fic about it. Yeah I'm weird. This fic is based on a true story which happened a while ago, although I exaggerated a bit for dramatic purposes :p
Previous chapters: none.
Ian and Anthony had spent the entire day outside, filming their latest video. They were saying their goodbyes to the crew and packing the last of their stuff, ready to go home. It had been a typical Californian day, hot and sunny. Normally they liked the nice weather in Sacramento, Anthony more than Ian, but it was also allergy season, which meant that both boys had been sneezing and coughing. For one of the last scenes Ian had to roll down a grassy slope, getting covered in pollen and grass. He had begun to sneeze uncontrollably and they had called it a day after Ian still hadn't stopped sneezing after thirty minutes.
Now they were ready to head home. It was only a short walk back to the house, so the crew had left already, leaving just Ian and Anthony. Ian had been a bit quiet during packing, but Anthony had blamed it on the allergies they were both suffering from.
“Ian, you ready to...” Anthony had turned around while speaking, but he quieted immediately when he saw his friend.
Ian was bent over slightly, leaning against a tree. He was breathing heavily, eyes scrunched shut, face pale.
“Ian?” Anthony dropped what he was holding, and jogged over to his friend.
“Ian, what's wrong?” Ian stood up a little straighter and opened his eyes.
“Nothing, just a bit tired. Let's just go home, okay?” He said shakily.
Anthony wanted to protest, but Ian had already brushed past him and picked up one of the two bags still lying on the ground. Anthony shrugged and picked up the other one.
They were walking home in companionable silence, until Anthony realized that Ian was never as quiet as he was now. He glanced next to him and nearly dropped the shopping bag he was holding in his right hand. Ian had become even paler, eyes bloodshot, and sweat was running down his face. His free hand was shaking badly. Anthony stopped immediately and grabbed Ian's shoulder.
“Ian, what's going on? You look really bad dude.”
Ian opened his mouth, probably to make a witty retort but before he could get a word out his knees buckled and he sank to the ground. The grip Anthony still had on his shoulder prevented him from falling down hard, but it was enough to scare Anthony shitless.
“Ian! Ian! Look at me, please!” He begged, using his other hand to gently tap Ian's face.
Ian swatted his hand away. “I'm fine! Just got a little dizzy, that's all.”
Anthony tightened his grip on Ian's shoulder. “Don't lie to me, Ian. This isn't nothing. What's going on?”
Ian brought his hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Anthony recognized it as a sign of Ian's frustration.
“Fine. Just don't make a big deal out of it,” Ian spoke softly, “but I'm having a minor asthma attack from running around in the grass all day.” He looked up at Anthony, breathing hard.
Anthony felt panic rising. “Fuck, Ian, what do I do? Should I call 911? Are you gonna hold out long enough for an ambulance to get here? Should I get the car? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
Ian managed a grin. “None of those things is necessary, dude. Just help me up. I have my inhaler at home, remember?”
Anthony thought about the little L-shaped pipe lying in Ian's bedroom. He had seen Ian use it before, but Ian was usually very good a predicting when he was going to need it, so he had never seen him have a full fledged asthma attack before. He always thought of people with asthma as small, nerdy, pale guys, wheezing their way through P.E. Ian might be small, nerdy, and pale, but he was always very good at sport. Anthony had just never thought about Ian as an asthma patient.
“Are you just gonna stare, or are you actually gonna help me up?” He heard Ian say impatiently.
“You do know that lack of oxygen causes brain damage right? And I am not very smart to begin with.”
Anthony nodded and carefully helped Ian up, grabbing both their bags in one hand, and using the other to support his friend. Ian didn't comment on Anthony holding the bags, but he did shake Anthony's arm loose.
“No offense, but I would actually prefer it if you don't touch me right now,” Ian panted, the effort of standing up clearly getting to him.
Anthony nodded again. He just wanted to get Ian home as soon as possible. Ian seemed to have the same idea, for he immediately started walking.
Ian paused occasionally, leaning against Anthony to catch his breath. He wasn't speaking much, focusing all his energy on breathing calm and even, and putting one foot in front of the other. Then, without a word, Ian collapsed. He was faintly clawing at his chest, wheezing and coughing. His panicked eyes turned to Anthony, and he managed to gasp out:
“Not...a... small... attack... anymore...” Without hesitation, Anthony dropped everything he had been carrying, they were just some old costumes anyways, and moved to sit next to Ian.
“Hold on, I'm calling 911.” Anthony mumbled, but Ian stopped him.
“Just get. Me. Home. Please.” He took as deep a breath as possible with lungs that were rebelling against his own body.
“I have my medication there. It will be quicker then waiting. For. An. Ambulance.” The last words were nothing but a whisper. Ian was now only trying to get air in his oxygen deprived lungs, unable to speak further.
Anthony hesitated, but he knew Ian was right. However, he also knew that Ian was not going anywhere without help. He briefly debated running home and getting the car, or maybe just grab Ian's medication, but he really didn't want to leave Ian alone. That left only one option. He swiftly hooked his left arm under Ian's knees and placed his right arm around Ian's shoulder and neck, before carefully standing up, carrying Ian bridal style. Normally this would have been the moment Ian would have made a joke about Anthony being such a romantic sap, but right now his eyes were closed, and his mouth was a thin line. Anthony did not like how that line seemed to get a bit blue around the edges. When he listened closely to hear if Ian was still breathing, he could not only hear Ian's shallow breaths, but also a strange wheezing noise from his chest. He vaguely remembered from a long forgotten biology class that that was an indication that the airways had almost fully closed up. He decided to hurry.
Anthony tried to keep Ian's upper body elevated to help his breathing, but he also wanted to move as quickly as possible. He eventually found a way to walk as fast as possible (without running, since that would jostle Ian too much), but which also allowed him to keep Ian's head up. Anthony prayed he would be fast enough.
It was only a few minutes to their house, but to Anthony it felt like an eternity. He could feel that Ian was still breathing, but it were shallow gasps for air that were never enough. Finally, finally, they made it home. Anthony carefully placed Ian on the ground, while he fumbled with the keys to open the door. When this was over he was going to kill Ian for not taking his inhaler with him, for not telling Anthony sooner that he wasn't feeling right. He finally succeeded in opening the door, hauling Ian inside and dumping him on the couch.
“Bedroom, upper right drawer of the desk.” Ian choked out, face pale and lips blue.
Anthony ran upstairs, throwing open Ian's door, before frantically pulling open the right drawer. He half expected it to be empty, but he realized that even Ian wouldn't be that irresponsible. The bright red inhaler was were it was supposed to be, and Anthony grabbed it before running downstairs again. He skidded to a stop in front of the couch that Ian was lying on with his eyes closed.
For a moment he feared the worst but then Ian opened his eyes and held out his hand. The second Anthony handed him the inhaler, Ian brought it to his mouth, closed his eyes, and breathed in as much as possible. He held his breath for a moment before letting it go again, relief evident in his features. He dropped the inhaler next to him and took a deep breath of air conditioned air. His breathing calmed and he looked up at Anthony again with a tired smile on his face.
“Thank you, dude. You basically saved my life here.”
Anthony knew that Ian had been sincere in his thanks but he did not appreciate the joking tone in which the last sentence was said. He was still shaking from what had almost happened and he needed to let his anger and fear out.
“Ian, you have no idea how mad I am right now! You could have died there, man! What the fuck were you thinking?!” Anthony wanted to go on, but when he saw the look on Ian's face he stopped.
Ian was staring at him with sadness in his eyes, head bowed a little, and knees drawn up to his chest.
“I'm really sorry, Anthony, I didn't know this would happen. I didn't forget my inhaler on purpose, and I certainly didn't mean to make you mad.”
Anthony's heart broke a little at Ian's words. His friend had just gone through a really bad experience, and Anthony was only thinking about himself. He dropped to his knees next to Ian and grabbed his hands.
“No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, it wasn't your fault anyway. I was just really scared and I-”
Anthony was unable to finish his sentence. Just like that the tears started flowing. He felt really stupid about crying over something that didn't even happen but Ian seemed to get it. He wrapped his arms around Anthony, rubbing his back and murmuring soothing words in his ear. When Anthony was finally done, Ian didn't comment on his breakdown, but simply said:
“Next time we're filming outside, I'll take my inhaler with me, deal?”
Anthony smiled a teary smile and nodded.
“Good,” Ian said happily, “now, who do I have to kill to get some pizza around here?”
Whew! Well that was that. Hope you enjoyed!
Title: Drowning in the Desert.
Pairings: None.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Ian gets in trouble after a shoot.
A/N: As most of you will know, Ian suffers from asthma. Want proof? Here you go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rXDCWIjO4M (Ian is so cute in that vid :D) Anyway, I decided to write a fic about it. Yeah I'm weird. This fic is based on a true story which happened a while ago, although I exaggerated a bit for dramatic purposes :p
Previous chapters: none.
Ian and Anthony had spent the entire day outside, filming their latest video. They were saying their goodbyes to the crew and packing the last of their stuff, ready to go home. It had been a typical Californian day, hot and sunny. Normally they liked the nice weather in Sacramento, Anthony more than Ian, but it was also allergy season, which meant that both boys had been sneezing and coughing. For one of the last scenes Ian had to roll down a grassy slope, getting covered in pollen and grass. He had begun to sneeze uncontrollably and they had called it a day after Ian still hadn't stopped sneezing after thirty minutes.
Now they were ready to head home. It was only a short walk back to the house, so the crew had left already, leaving just Ian and Anthony. Ian had been a bit quiet during packing, but Anthony had blamed it on the allergies they were both suffering from.
“Ian, you ready to...” Anthony had turned around while speaking, but he quieted immediately when he saw his friend.
Ian was bent over slightly, leaning against a tree. He was breathing heavily, eyes scrunched shut, face pale.
“Ian?” Anthony dropped what he was holding, and jogged over to his friend.
“Ian, what's wrong?” Ian stood up a little straighter and opened his eyes.
“Nothing, just a bit tired. Let's just go home, okay?” He said shakily.
Anthony wanted to protest, but Ian had already brushed past him and picked up one of the two bags still lying on the ground. Anthony shrugged and picked up the other one.
They were walking home in companionable silence, until Anthony realized that Ian was never as quiet as he was now. He glanced next to him and nearly dropped the shopping bag he was holding in his right hand. Ian had become even paler, eyes bloodshot, and sweat was running down his face. His free hand was shaking badly. Anthony stopped immediately and grabbed Ian's shoulder.
“Ian, what's going on? You look really bad dude.”
Ian opened his mouth, probably to make a witty retort but before he could get a word out his knees buckled and he sank to the ground. The grip Anthony still had on his shoulder prevented him from falling down hard, but it was enough to scare Anthony shitless.
“Ian! Ian! Look at me, please!” He begged, using his other hand to gently tap Ian's face.
Ian swatted his hand away. “I'm fine! Just got a little dizzy, that's all.”
Anthony tightened his grip on Ian's shoulder. “Don't lie to me, Ian. This isn't nothing. What's going on?”
Ian brought his hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Anthony recognized it as a sign of Ian's frustration.
“Fine. Just don't make a big deal out of it,” Ian spoke softly, “but I'm having a minor asthma attack from running around in the grass all day.” He looked up at Anthony, breathing hard.
Anthony felt panic rising. “Fuck, Ian, what do I do? Should I call 911? Are you gonna hold out long enough for an ambulance to get here? Should I get the car? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
Ian managed a grin. “None of those things is necessary, dude. Just help me up. I have my inhaler at home, remember?”
Anthony thought about the little L-shaped pipe lying in Ian's bedroom. He had seen Ian use it before, but Ian was usually very good a predicting when he was going to need it, so he had never seen him have a full fledged asthma attack before. He always thought of people with asthma as small, nerdy, pale guys, wheezing their way through P.E. Ian might be small, nerdy, and pale, but he was always very good at sport. Anthony had just never thought about Ian as an asthma patient.
“Are you just gonna stare, or are you actually gonna help me up?” He heard Ian say impatiently.
“You do know that lack of oxygen causes brain damage right? And I am not very smart to begin with.”
Anthony nodded and carefully helped Ian up, grabbing both their bags in one hand, and using the other to support his friend. Ian didn't comment on Anthony holding the bags, but he did shake Anthony's arm loose.
“No offense, but I would actually prefer it if you don't touch me right now,” Ian panted, the effort of standing up clearly getting to him.
Anthony nodded again. He just wanted to get Ian home as soon as possible. Ian seemed to have the same idea, for he immediately started walking.
Ian paused occasionally, leaning against Anthony to catch his breath. He wasn't speaking much, focusing all his energy on breathing calm and even, and putting one foot in front of the other. Then, without a word, Ian collapsed. He was faintly clawing at his chest, wheezing and coughing. His panicked eyes turned to Anthony, and he managed to gasp out:
“Not...a... small... attack... anymore...” Without hesitation, Anthony dropped everything he had been carrying, they were just some old costumes anyways, and moved to sit next to Ian.
“Hold on, I'm calling 911.” Anthony mumbled, but Ian stopped him.
“Just get. Me. Home. Please.” He took as deep a breath as possible with lungs that were rebelling against his own body.
“I have my medication there. It will be quicker then waiting. For. An. Ambulance.” The last words were nothing but a whisper. Ian was now only trying to get air in his oxygen deprived lungs, unable to speak further.
Anthony hesitated, but he knew Ian was right. However, he also knew that Ian was not going anywhere without help. He briefly debated running home and getting the car, or maybe just grab Ian's medication, but he really didn't want to leave Ian alone. That left only one option. He swiftly hooked his left arm under Ian's knees and placed his right arm around Ian's shoulder and neck, before carefully standing up, carrying Ian bridal style. Normally this would have been the moment Ian would have made a joke about Anthony being such a romantic sap, but right now his eyes were closed, and his mouth was a thin line. Anthony did not like how that line seemed to get a bit blue around the edges. When he listened closely to hear if Ian was still breathing, he could not only hear Ian's shallow breaths, but also a strange wheezing noise from his chest. He vaguely remembered from a long forgotten biology class that that was an indication that the airways had almost fully closed up. He decided to hurry.
Anthony tried to keep Ian's upper body elevated to help his breathing, but he also wanted to move as quickly as possible. He eventually found a way to walk as fast as possible (without running, since that would jostle Ian too much), but which also allowed him to keep Ian's head up. Anthony prayed he would be fast enough.
It was only a few minutes to their house, but to Anthony it felt like an eternity. He could feel that Ian was still breathing, but it were shallow gasps for air that were never enough. Finally, finally, they made it home. Anthony carefully placed Ian on the ground, while he fumbled with the keys to open the door. When this was over he was going to kill Ian for not taking his inhaler with him, for not telling Anthony sooner that he wasn't feeling right. He finally succeeded in opening the door, hauling Ian inside and dumping him on the couch.
“Bedroom, upper right drawer of the desk.” Ian choked out, face pale and lips blue.
Anthony ran upstairs, throwing open Ian's door, before frantically pulling open the right drawer. He half expected it to be empty, but he realized that even Ian wouldn't be that irresponsible. The bright red inhaler was were it was supposed to be, and Anthony grabbed it before running downstairs again. He skidded to a stop in front of the couch that Ian was lying on with his eyes closed.
For a moment he feared the worst but then Ian opened his eyes and held out his hand. The second Anthony handed him the inhaler, Ian brought it to his mouth, closed his eyes, and breathed in as much as possible. He held his breath for a moment before letting it go again, relief evident in his features. He dropped the inhaler next to him and took a deep breath of air conditioned air. His breathing calmed and he looked up at Anthony again with a tired smile on his face.
“Thank you, dude. You basically saved my life here.”
Anthony knew that Ian had been sincere in his thanks but he did not appreciate the joking tone in which the last sentence was said. He was still shaking from what had almost happened and he needed to let his anger and fear out.
“Ian, you have no idea how mad I am right now! You could have died there, man! What the fuck were you thinking?!” Anthony wanted to go on, but when he saw the look on Ian's face he stopped.
Ian was staring at him with sadness in his eyes, head bowed a little, and knees drawn up to his chest.
“I'm really sorry, Anthony, I didn't know this would happen. I didn't forget my inhaler on purpose, and I certainly didn't mean to make you mad.”
Anthony's heart broke a little at Ian's words. His friend had just gone through a really bad experience, and Anthony was only thinking about himself. He dropped to his knees next to Ian and grabbed his hands.
“No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, it wasn't your fault anyway. I was just really scared and I-”
Anthony was unable to finish his sentence. Just like that the tears started flowing. He felt really stupid about crying over something that didn't even happen but Ian seemed to get it. He wrapped his arms around Anthony, rubbing his back and murmuring soothing words in his ear. When Anthony was finally done, Ian didn't comment on his breakdown, but simply said:
“Next time we're filming outside, I'll take my inhaler with me, deal?”
Anthony smiled a teary smile and nodded.
“Good,” Ian said happily, “now, who do I have to kill to get some pizza around here?”
Whew! Well that was that. Hope you enjoyed!