What We've Lost
Title:What We've Lost
Fandom:VRV
Characters/Pairings:Alex/Dean, implied Alex/Dean/Hope
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: vylentcrymz: angst
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
They treated it like any other Tuesday; even though Alex barely said a word as he tried to lose himself in his script, comforted by the fact that Harrison’s life was far less complicated than his for once. Dean wasn’t much better. He smoked his way through half a pack of Newports before noon, studying the crooked butts as they littered their hula girl ashtray.
Dean wasn’t really a smoker. One of his uncles had died of lung cancer, and his momma always warned him that cigarettes were murder on your vocal cords, but he had picked up the habit when he was sixteen, thanks to a girl named Erika with a thing for bad boys.
Alex was the one who got him out of it. He did everything he could. He would hide his cigarettes, refuse to even acknowledge him when he was lighting up. He had even hung up a photocopy of a blackened lung in Dean’s locker. That had been the last straw but, even Alex wouldn’t deny him a little stress relief on a day like today.
He leaves the ashtray on the porch, not even bothering to hide the evidence. Dean does, however pop a piece of spearmint gum in his mouth as he walks back in the house.
Alex is on the sofa, thoughtfully tapping a highlighter on his knee, his script in one hand, so Dean chews thoughtfully, fighting the urge to snap his gum.
He needs a distraction, Dean thinks. He’s always needed that distraction, that ability to become another person. Alex had always needed to shed his skin when things got tough. Dean just could believe he hadn’t realized it before now.
“You were smoking,” Alex says calmly, pulling Dean out his thoughts. It’s not an accusation, just an observation.
“Yeah, I-”
“Got anymore left?”
Dean hands him the pack and lighter, sitting down next to him. “Alex, are you okay?”
He smiles ruefully. “Are you?”
There’s nothing to say after that.
Because Alex knows; Alex understands better than anyone what it’s like to lose someone but gain another; what’s it’s like to feel completely whole one second and completely hopeless the next.
Alex knows what it’s like to lose her, and knows even better that they don’t mention her name, especially on her birthday.
Fandom:VRV
Characters/Pairings:Alex/Dean, implied Alex/Dean/Hope
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: vylentcrymz: angst
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
They treated it like any other Tuesday; even though Alex barely said a word as he tried to lose himself in his script, comforted by the fact that Harrison’s life was far less complicated than his for once. Dean wasn’t much better. He smoked his way through half a pack of Newports before noon, studying the crooked butts as they littered their hula girl ashtray.
Dean wasn’t really a smoker. One of his uncles had died of lung cancer, and his momma always warned him that cigarettes were murder on your vocal cords, but he had picked up the habit when he was sixteen, thanks to a girl named Erika with a thing for bad boys.
Alex was the one who got him out of it. He did everything he could. He would hide his cigarettes, refuse to even acknowledge him when he was lighting up. He had even hung up a photocopy of a blackened lung in Dean’s locker. That had been the last straw but, even Alex wouldn’t deny him a little stress relief on a day like today.
He leaves the ashtray on the porch, not even bothering to hide the evidence. Dean does, however pop a piece of spearmint gum in his mouth as he walks back in the house.
Alex is on the sofa, thoughtfully tapping a highlighter on his knee, his script in one hand, so Dean chews thoughtfully, fighting the urge to snap his gum.
He needs a distraction, Dean thinks. He’s always needed that distraction, that ability to become another person. Alex had always needed to shed his skin when things got tough. Dean just could believe he hadn’t realized it before now.
“You were smoking,” Alex says calmly, pulling Dean out his thoughts. It’s not an accusation, just an observation.
“Yeah, I-”
“Got anymore left?”
Dean hands him the pack and lighter, sitting down next to him. “Alex, are you okay?”
He smiles ruefully. “Are you?”
There’s nothing to say after that.
Because Alex knows; Alex understands better than anyone what it’s like to lose someone but gain another; what’s it’s like to feel completely whole one second and completely hopeless the next.
Alex knows what it’s like to lose her, and knows even better that they don’t mention her name, especially on her birthday.