five drabbles written for the alphabet meme on my personal journal
Title: Blush
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Finn
Spoilers: 1x04
Summary: Kurt gives Finn private lessons.
Blush, Glee, Kurt/Finn, for speccygeekgrrl
Kurt wanted to repay the favour, he said. Finn helped him out, so Kurt would do the same.
With private lessons. In private. In Kurt's dad's basement, while Kurt's dad was out.
“I don't think...” Finn murmurs. Kurt reaches around him and the door snaps shut with a louder-than-it-should-be click. Kid's awfully little, Finn can't help but notice, far more delicate than Quinn.
His pregnant girlfriend. Yeah.
“Don't freeze up on me,” Kurt chastises, latching on to Finn's arm and pulling him further into the room. There's a camera set up on a tripod. Finn thinks of low-budget porn, and then immediately of screeching brakes. He shakes himself out of it.
“Yeah, that's it. You've gotta loosen up. You're as stiff as a board.” Kurt puts the emphasis on stiff, in his soft little voice.
Soft little voice, but strong hands when he grabs Finn's hips and forcibly runs him through the dance steps.
Finn's going to pretend that the pink of his cheeks is from the workout, otherwise he's going to need a whole new failsafe.
Title: Dude!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Peter/Hesam
Spoilers: 4x03
Summary: It's not like Hesam is a stalker, or anything.
Dude, Heroes, Peter/Hesam, for gossy16
Okay, look; Hesam has been around this merry-go-round more than a few times. He's had partners who think they're the shit, and partners who are terrified of even touching a patient for fear of rendering them instantly dead, and he's had partners who work all day and party all night and eventually keel over and are never heard from again.
He's what you might call jaded.
He wants to be able to say that Petrelli thinks he's the shit, but the kid (and yeah, he knows that they're the roughly the same age, but there's something indefinably vulnerable about Peter) never takes praise for anything. Pfft, false modesty, he'd thought for at first, but that wasn't right either. Peter lives and breathes paramedic work, but seems to derive no pleasure from it; is friendly and personable, but no one actually knows anything about him, outside of Senator Petrelli's blah blah blah. It's like Peter has nothing of his own.
Hesam's understandably curious; Peter's gotta do something outside of being a real life Superman. Hesam's spent the best part of four months sitting next to him in the ambulance, and he knows that Peter gets plenty of attention, if you catch his drift. It's not like he'd be wanting for things to do, and people to do them with.
It's not creepy, okay? It's not like he set out to stalk Peter, he just wanted to know what the hell Peter did when he wasn't working. He'd turned down Hesam's offer of a beer after their shift, and yeah, maybe that had something to do with the whole 'I'm just your chauffeur' thing, but Hesam was a little buzzed and he was sure that that was Peter passing by the window of the bar...
He wants to be clear: he doesn't make a habit of following strange men down dark alleyways-- his mother would be horrified.
So, it is dark, and that's what he's going to tell himself tomorrow, no doubt; it was dark and no one could really make out anything exactly, let alone Hesam and his in-for-twenty-four-hours contact lens. And the noises? That's just rats and other little creatures skittering around among the trash. And that dark shape that seems to ascend the side of the building and disappear over the roof? Well, that's probably just your fucking friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.
“Dude,” Hesam murmurs. “I'm going as crazy as Petrelli.”
Title: Need
Rating: PG
Pairing: Noah/Tracy
Spoilers: 4x02
Summary: Tracy doesn't love Noah.
Need, Heroes, Noah/Tracy, for commen_sense
He's always liked to think of himself as a strong person; something learned on the job. You can't very well bag and tag people who made the mistake of having the wrong set of genetics without being emotionally strong.
Only now he wonder if 'strong' is really the word for it; if it's not more like... barren. Empty. Like all those people who he robbed of their memories, their whole lives.
He didn't always used to be like this; he doesn't think he was always a bad person. He had a good childhood and a good relationship with his parents, and no good reason to join the Company other than some misguided notion that he would be making the world a better place, and a vague idea in the back of his head that being a secret agent would be kind of cool.
He also used to think of himself as an independent person, spending so much of his life on the road alone. He knew how to look after himself, he thought.
His kitchen would beg to differ. He already knew he missed his wife, but it comes out in all the little things; things he could do - buy food, make the bed, clean the bath - but doesn't, because doing them is like conceding defeat.
Apparently he needs people more than he'd like to admit.
Tracy doesn't exactly help; she doesn't cook, doesn't clean, doesn't worry about him or love him, but she's there. It sounds awful, but she's there and he's there, and they both need something that they can't find with each other, but they can't find anywhere else, either.
Title: Prince
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nathan/Noah
Spoilers: V4
Summary: Nathan is the prince of this fairytale.
Prince, Heroes, Nathan/Noah, for edthehorse
Nathan's life is a like fairytale. No, really; like fairytale as written the Brothers Grimm, not as anthromorphised by Disney. And in this fairytale, Nathan is the prince. That should be a good thing, with all the power and wealth that goes with it. He's more than once been called Prince Charming, whether affectionately or sarcastically; in newspapers or as a hissed comment by an embittered ex-lover.
He should be pleased with his position in the story of his life; he could be the pauper, or worse, the sidekick. But he's not pleased, because he'll never be king. Even with his father dead, twice, he'll never be the heir to this throne, because his mother simply won't let him be. The closest he'll ever get is this: the villain of the piece.
“Want a drink?”
Noah shakes his head and gives Nathan that funny sad-eyed look that only he can give; the one where he seems to simultaneously judge and pity you.
Nathan shrugs and knocks back his glass in one smooth move. “More for me, then.” He grins like it's funny, and Noah smiles he gets the joke.
Noah wants to talk about Danko, Nathan knows just from the look on his face, but Nathan doesn't want to, and Noah can't make him. Juvenile, yes, but true. Nathan's the prince, and Noah is the sidekick, and that means Nathan is in control.
“How's Claire?” he asks. Would you even speak to me if it wasn't for her? he doesn't say. He steps closer, lifts his chin. Noah looms over him, expression, as always, never anything but calm.
“You know about as much as I do.” He pauses and glances down at the glass in Nathan's hand; it's full again. “You might want to lay off until the kids go home,” he says, jerking his head to Danko's men milling around outside.
“Don't tell me what to do, Bennet,” Nathan retorts instantly. He smiles like it's a joke, but there's a bite behind it that maybe even he didn't realise was there.
“Okay, Nathan.” Noah makes the two words sound condescendingly paternal.
Nathan steps closer still, until he's definitely violating the man's personal space.
He really can't stand father figures.
Title: Travel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Micahel/Holly
Spoilers: Season five.
Summary: He's googled 'feminism'.
Travel, The Office US, Michael/Holly, for inthegiggleloop
Holly's a modern woman. Michael gets that. He googled 'feminism' a couple of weeks back, and he learned loads. He's, like, totally behind women's rights now, even if he does find it kind of funny that so many women work in places with glass ceilings. That seems like a safety hazard, really. Michael did a course on that once.
Holly's doing really great in Nashua; he's talked to her on Skype (he wonders how long it'll be before they realise he's not paying for this), and wikipedia says that Mandy Moore was from there, so the place must be really cool. He has all her albums.
Sometimes Michael sends her postcards. He goes into the city and buys ones with pictures of the Empire State Building, or the Statue of Liberty, and sits in his car and writes whatever comes into his mind. At the moment, his topic of interest is his impending godfatherhood. He can't wait for the baby to come along. He's thinking Micheala if it's a girl.
She always writes back. She's not like that feed-a-kid-in-Africa penpal who only replied once for every ten of Michael's letters. She tells him about Nashua, and Mandy Moore, and always signs it, wish you were here, Holly. ♥
Michael thinks they're going to be okay.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Finn
Spoilers: 1x04
Summary: Kurt gives Finn private lessons.
Blush, Glee, Kurt/Finn, for speccygeekgrrl
Kurt wanted to repay the favour, he said. Finn helped him out, so Kurt would do the same.
With private lessons. In private. In Kurt's dad's basement, while Kurt's dad was out.
“I don't think...” Finn murmurs. Kurt reaches around him and the door snaps shut with a louder-than-it-should-be click. Kid's awfully little, Finn can't help but notice, far more delicate than Quinn.
His pregnant girlfriend. Yeah.
“Don't freeze up on me,” Kurt chastises, latching on to Finn's arm and pulling him further into the room. There's a camera set up on a tripod. Finn thinks of low-budget porn, and then immediately of screeching brakes. He shakes himself out of it.
“Yeah, that's it. You've gotta loosen up. You're as stiff as a board.” Kurt puts the emphasis on stiff, in his soft little voice.
Soft little voice, but strong hands when he grabs Finn's hips and forcibly runs him through the dance steps.
Finn's going to pretend that the pink of his cheeks is from the workout, otherwise he's going to need a whole new failsafe.
Title: Dude!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Peter/Hesam
Spoilers: 4x03
Summary: It's not like Hesam is a stalker, or anything.
Dude, Heroes, Peter/Hesam, for gossy16
Okay, look; Hesam has been around this merry-go-round more than a few times. He's had partners who think they're the shit, and partners who are terrified of even touching a patient for fear of rendering them instantly dead, and he's had partners who work all day and party all night and eventually keel over and are never heard from again.
He's what you might call jaded.
He wants to be able to say that Petrelli thinks he's the shit, but the kid (and yeah, he knows that they're the roughly the same age, but there's something indefinably vulnerable about Peter) never takes praise for anything. Pfft, false modesty, he'd thought for at first, but that wasn't right either. Peter lives and breathes paramedic work, but seems to derive no pleasure from it; is friendly and personable, but no one actually knows anything about him, outside of Senator Petrelli's blah blah blah. It's like Peter has nothing of his own.
Hesam's understandably curious; Peter's gotta do something outside of being a real life Superman. Hesam's spent the best part of four months sitting next to him in the ambulance, and he knows that Peter gets plenty of attention, if you catch his drift. It's not like he'd be wanting for things to do, and people to do them with.
It's not creepy, okay? It's not like he set out to stalk Peter, he just wanted to know what the hell Peter did when he wasn't working. He'd turned down Hesam's offer of a beer after their shift, and yeah, maybe that had something to do with the whole 'I'm just your chauffeur' thing, but Hesam was a little buzzed and he was sure that that was Peter passing by the window of the bar...
He wants to be clear: he doesn't make a habit of following strange men down dark alleyways-- his mother would be horrified.
So, it is dark, and that's what he's going to tell himself tomorrow, no doubt; it was dark and no one could really make out anything exactly, let alone Hesam and his in-for-twenty-four-hours contact lens. And the noises? That's just rats and other little creatures skittering around among the trash. And that dark shape that seems to ascend the side of the building and disappear over the roof? Well, that's probably just your fucking friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.
“Dude,” Hesam murmurs. “I'm going as crazy as Petrelli.”
Title: Need
Rating: PG
Pairing: Noah/Tracy
Spoilers: 4x02
Summary: Tracy doesn't love Noah.
Need, Heroes, Noah/Tracy, for commen_sense
He's always liked to think of himself as a strong person; something learned on the job. You can't very well bag and tag people who made the mistake of having the wrong set of genetics without being emotionally strong.
Only now he wonder if 'strong' is really the word for it; if it's not more like... barren. Empty. Like all those people who he robbed of their memories, their whole lives.
He didn't always used to be like this; he doesn't think he was always a bad person. He had a good childhood and a good relationship with his parents, and no good reason to join the Company other than some misguided notion that he would be making the world a better place, and a vague idea in the back of his head that being a secret agent would be kind of cool.
He also used to think of himself as an independent person, spending so much of his life on the road alone. He knew how to look after himself, he thought.
His kitchen would beg to differ. He already knew he missed his wife, but it comes out in all the little things; things he could do - buy food, make the bed, clean the bath - but doesn't, because doing them is like conceding defeat.
Apparently he needs people more than he'd like to admit.
Tracy doesn't exactly help; she doesn't cook, doesn't clean, doesn't worry about him or love him, but she's there. It sounds awful, but she's there and he's there, and they both need something that they can't find with each other, but they can't find anywhere else, either.
Title: Prince
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nathan/Noah
Spoilers: V4
Summary: Nathan is the prince of this fairytale.
Prince, Heroes, Nathan/Noah, for edthehorse
Nathan's life is a like fairytale. No, really; like fairytale as written the Brothers Grimm, not as anthromorphised by Disney. And in this fairytale, Nathan is the prince. That should be a good thing, with all the power and wealth that goes with it. He's more than once been called Prince Charming, whether affectionately or sarcastically; in newspapers or as a hissed comment by an embittered ex-lover.
He should be pleased with his position in the story of his life; he could be the pauper, or worse, the sidekick. But he's not pleased, because he'll never be king. Even with his father dead, twice, he'll never be the heir to this throne, because his mother simply won't let him be. The closest he'll ever get is this: the villain of the piece.
“Want a drink?”
Noah shakes his head and gives Nathan that funny sad-eyed look that only he can give; the one where he seems to simultaneously judge and pity you.
Nathan shrugs and knocks back his glass in one smooth move. “More for me, then.” He grins like it's funny, and Noah smiles he gets the joke.
Noah wants to talk about Danko, Nathan knows just from the look on his face, but Nathan doesn't want to, and Noah can't make him. Juvenile, yes, but true. Nathan's the prince, and Noah is the sidekick, and that means Nathan is in control.
“How's Claire?” he asks. Would you even speak to me if it wasn't for her? he doesn't say. He steps closer, lifts his chin. Noah looms over him, expression, as always, never anything but calm.
“You know about as much as I do.” He pauses and glances down at the glass in Nathan's hand; it's full again. “You might want to lay off until the kids go home,” he says, jerking his head to Danko's men milling around outside.
“Don't tell me what to do, Bennet,” Nathan retorts instantly. He smiles like it's a joke, but there's a bite behind it that maybe even he didn't realise was there.
“Okay, Nathan.” Noah makes the two words sound condescendingly paternal.
Nathan steps closer still, until he's definitely violating the man's personal space.
He really can't stand father figures.
Title: Travel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Micahel/Holly
Spoilers: Season five.
Summary: He's googled 'feminism'.
Travel, The Office US, Michael/Holly, for inthegiggleloop
Holly's a modern woman. Michael gets that. He googled 'feminism' a couple of weeks back, and he learned loads. He's, like, totally behind women's rights now, even if he does find it kind of funny that so many women work in places with glass ceilings. That seems like a safety hazard, really. Michael did a course on that once.
Holly's doing really great in Nashua; he's talked to her on Skype (he wonders how long it'll be before they realise he's not paying for this), and wikipedia says that Mandy Moore was from there, so the place must be really cool. He has all her albums.
Sometimes Michael sends her postcards. He goes into the city and buys ones with pictures of the Empire State Building, or the Statue of Liberty, and sits in his car and writes whatever comes into his mind. At the moment, his topic of interest is his impending godfatherhood. He can't wait for the baby to come along. He's thinking Micheala if it's a girl.
She always writes back. She's not like that feed-a-kid-in-Africa penpal who only replied once for every ten of Michael's letters. She tells him about Nashua, and Mandy Moore, and always signs it, wish you were here, Holly. ♥
Michael thinks they're going to be okay.