Fic for swingandswirl
Recipient: swingandswirl
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Not As Planned
Pairing: Colby/Ian
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary:
Author's Note:
Not As Planned
Colby would be the first to admit that very little about his coming out had gone as he’d expected. After nearly dying with everyone thinking he’d betrayed his country, he’d decided he was done with lying. So he’d come clean - about everything - including the fact that he was gay, had always been gay. It had been nerve-wracking, to say the least. The few army buddies he’d still had contact with silently disappeared back into the woodwork. That he’d expected. But that was about the only thing that had gone planned.
As for his team, well, he’d had some preconceived notions about that. He’d expected Megan to be the most understanding, Don would probably be indifferent, David…well, he hadn’t been totally sure about David, but he’d liked to think David would accept him. Charlie accepting him had been a given, he wasn’t FBI - there was still much prejudice in the agency, no matter the official policies - but an academic, liberal to a fault.
But none of them had reacted as expected.
Don turned out to be one of his staunchest supporters, glaring down anyone who even looked at him wrong. He’d made it clear that in his FBI there would be no prejudice towards anyone. Charlie had surprised him by admitting he already knew, or at least suspected. Megan had been another surprise, as she’d repeatedly tried to convince him this was just a reaction to almost dying and not something he’d felt all his life. Colby still wasn’t sure if it was just Megan being truly concerned or being prejudiced and trying to turn him straight. David was still mad about being lied to about the whole Chinese spy thing, and this new revelation counted as yet another strike against Colby, no matter that no-one had known about this, not even his parents.
His parents, well, they were a whole different ballgame. Outwardly, they hadn’t rejected him, but Colby was a trained agent and their behavior was telling a completely different story than their words. The long pause in his mother’s speech when Colby asked to talk to his father when he called them, followed by some excuse as to why his dad couldn’t come to the phone; no invitations to come over for the weekend, just because they missed him. And the one time he’d gone out to see them, his father had conveniently had to work over the weekend. His mother’s hugs had been brief and awkward; her chattering nervous, instead of friendly. Colby comforted himself with the thought that at least they were trying.
Even so, Colby couldn’t regret coming out, despite all the trouble it had brought him in one form or another, because it had led to this evening: San Francisco, a few days before Christmas, beautiful in more ways than one. Colby loved the cheerful decorations, a reminder that he was alive to see this year’s Christmas come and go, but most of all he loved the fact that two gay men walking hand-in-hand on the street didn’t draw much attention. Which meant he actually could walk hand-in-hand with Ian, who was gay, but most definitely not out of the closet. Here, Ian felt they were anonymous enough to walk hand-in-hand and Colby savored the feel of his partner’s warm hand in his own.
Thinking back to how Ian had approached him after things had quieted down and asked him out -making it clear he was not out of the closet nor looking to be - Colby had accepted eagerly. He’d always been fascinated with Ian, when he hadn’t been terrified of him. The few times he’d met the sniper, Colby had felt like Ian could look right through him and see all the lies. Perhaps he had; Ian hadn’t ever expressed surprise or upset about Colby’s undercover mission. But despite being afraid for his cover when he was around Ian, Colby had noticed him in a less than platonic way. The man was all lean grace and power, with an ass to die for. However, his mission wouldn’t have let him do anything about his attraction, even if he’d suspected Ian was gay as well. Which he hadn’t; not until that glorious moment when Ian had asked him out - something Ian would never have done if Colby hadn’t come out of the closet. And now, a few months later, Colby still couldn’t believe his luck, that a man as smart and capable and handsome as Ian would even look twice at an ordinary guy like him.
Of course, feeling this insanely happy was like opening the door and inviting trouble. In this case, it came in the form of a group of men walking towards them that Colby immediately pegged as military. He felt Ian release his hand, but it was too late. They’d been spotted and the five men were making their way towards them, their speech slightly slurred by alcohol and spouting derogatory remarks. It was not the first time that Colby had been insulted because of his sexuality since he came out of the closet. He guessed that Ian had heard some of this before, judging by Ian’s tense frame. A flash of hurt briefly crossed his partner’s face before it was buried beneath a blank mask. It was that flash of hurt, more than anything, which spurred Colby into action.
The front-runner of the pack, a beefy guy half a head taller than Colby, was in the middle of another vicious insult when Colby’s fist landed square on his jaw. Either the guy had a lot more to drink than Colby figured, or he hit him harder than he thought, because the guy went down hard, knocked out cold. The other four were smarter than Colby had given them credit for. They shut their mouths, picked their buddy up from the ground, and retreated. For one moment Colby was actually disappointed they didn’t opt for a fight. He was panting like he’d just run eight miles and his whole body was taut, ready for a fight, his hands clenched in tight fists.
Ian’s hand on his shoulder jolted Colby out of the red haze he’d fallen into. He half-turned to Ian, afraid to see disappointment in his partner’s gaze. But instead, Ian had a look of wonder in his eyes and a shy smile on his face, something Colby had never seen before. He vaguely wondered if anybody had ever stood up for Ian before, but that thought was chased away by the passionate kiss his partner suddenly gave him. Colby kissed back just as enthusiastically, although a tiny voice in the back of his mind was screaming ‘but we’re in public’. If Ian didn’t care, Colby certainly didn’t.
Eventually, they had to stop because air was becoming a real concern. Still standing close together, Colby laughed softly.
“If that’s what I get for decking a guy, maybe I should make sure we get insulted more often,” he said.
“Oh, that’s not all you’re going to get,” Ian answered, his voice rough with promise.
Colby’s breath hitched in his chest at the blatant lust blazing in Ian’s eyes. He didn’t protest as Ian started dragging him back towards their hotel at a fast clip. No, coming out had not gone as he’d imagined, but right now he thought it’d gone perfect after all.
Author: TBA
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Title: Not As Planned
Pairing: Colby/Ian
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary:
Author's Note:
Not As Planned
Colby would be the first to admit that very little about his coming out had gone as he’d expected. After nearly dying with everyone thinking he’d betrayed his country, he’d decided he was done with lying. So he’d come clean - about everything - including the fact that he was gay, had always been gay. It had been nerve-wracking, to say the least. The few army buddies he’d still had contact with silently disappeared back into the woodwork. That he’d expected. But that was about the only thing that had gone planned.
As for his team, well, he’d had some preconceived notions about that. He’d expected Megan to be the most understanding, Don would probably be indifferent, David…well, he hadn’t been totally sure about David, but he’d liked to think David would accept him. Charlie accepting him had been a given, he wasn’t FBI - there was still much prejudice in the agency, no matter the official policies - but an academic, liberal to a fault.
But none of them had reacted as expected.
Don turned out to be one of his staunchest supporters, glaring down anyone who even looked at him wrong. He’d made it clear that in his FBI there would be no prejudice towards anyone. Charlie had surprised him by admitting he already knew, or at least suspected. Megan had been another surprise, as she’d repeatedly tried to convince him this was just a reaction to almost dying and not something he’d felt all his life. Colby still wasn’t sure if it was just Megan being truly concerned or being prejudiced and trying to turn him straight. David was still mad about being lied to about the whole Chinese spy thing, and this new revelation counted as yet another strike against Colby, no matter that no-one had known about this, not even his parents.
His parents, well, they were a whole different ballgame. Outwardly, they hadn’t rejected him, but Colby was a trained agent and their behavior was telling a completely different story than their words. The long pause in his mother’s speech when Colby asked to talk to his father when he called them, followed by some excuse as to why his dad couldn’t come to the phone; no invitations to come over for the weekend, just because they missed him. And the one time he’d gone out to see them, his father had conveniently had to work over the weekend. His mother’s hugs had been brief and awkward; her chattering nervous, instead of friendly. Colby comforted himself with the thought that at least they were trying.
Even so, Colby couldn’t regret coming out, despite all the trouble it had brought him in one form or another, because it had led to this evening: San Francisco, a few days before Christmas, beautiful in more ways than one. Colby loved the cheerful decorations, a reminder that he was alive to see this year’s Christmas come and go, but most of all he loved the fact that two gay men walking hand-in-hand on the street didn’t draw much attention. Which meant he actually could walk hand-in-hand with Ian, who was gay, but most definitely not out of the closet. Here, Ian felt they were anonymous enough to walk hand-in-hand and Colby savored the feel of his partner’s warm hand in his own.
Thinking back to how Ian had approached him after things had quieted down and asked him out -making it clear he was not out of the closet nor looking to be - Colby had accepted eagerly. He’d always been fascinated with Ian, when he hadn’t been terrified of him. The few times he’d met the sniper, Colby had felt like Ian could look right through him and see all the lies. Perhaps he had; Ian hadn’t ever expressed surprise or upset about Colby’s undercover mission. But despite being afraid for his cover when he was around Ian, Colby had noticed him in a less than platonic way. The man was all lean grace and power, with an ass to die for. However, his mission wouldn’t have let him do anything about his attraction, even if he’d suspected Ian was gay as well. Which he hadn’t; not until that glorious moment when Ian had asked him out - something Ian would never have done if Colby hadn’t come out of the closet. And now, a few months later, Colby still couldn’t believe his luck, that a man as smart and capable and handsome as Ian would even look twice at an ordinary guy like him.
Of course, feeling this insanely happy was like opening the door and inviting trouble. In this case, it came in the form of a group of men walking towards them that Colby immediately pegged as military. He felt Ian release his hand, but it was too late. They’d been spotted and the five men were making their way towards them, their speech slightly slurred by alcohol and spouting derogatory remarks. It was not the first time that Colby had been insulted because of his sexuality since he came out of the closet. He guessed that Ian had heard some of this before, judging by Ian’s tense frame. A flash of hurt briefly crossed his partner’s face before it was buried beneath a blank mask. It was that flash of hurt, more than anything, which spurred Colby into action.
The front-runner of the pack, a beefy guy half a head taller than Colby, was in the middle of another vicious insult when Colby’s fist landed square on his jaw. Either the guy had a lot more to drink than Colby figured, or he hit him harder than he thought, because the guy went down hard, knocked out cold. The other four were smarter than Colby had given them credit for. They shut their mouths, picked their buddy up from the ground, and retreated. For one moment Colby was actually disappointed they didn’t opt for a fight. He was panting like he’d just run eight miles and his whole body was taut, ready for a fight, his hands clenched in tight fists.
Ian’s hand on his shoulder jolted Colby out of the red haze he’d fallen into. He half-turned to Ian, afraid to see disappointment in his partner’s gaze. But instead, Ian had a look of wonder in his eyes and a shy smile on his face, something Colby had never seen before. He vaguely wondered if anybody had ever stood up for Ian before, but that thought was chased away by the passionate kiss his partner suddenly gave him. Colby kissed back just as enthusiastically, although a tiny voice in the back of his mind was screaming ‘but we’re in public’. If Ian didn’t care, Colby certainly didn’t.
Eventually, they had to stop because air was becoming a real concern. Still standing close together, Colby laughed softly.
“If that’s what I get for decking a guy, maybe I should make sure we get insulted more often,” he said.
“Oh, that’s not all you’re going to get,” Ian answered, his voice rough with promise.
Colby’s breath hitched in his chest at the blatant lust blazing in Ian’s eyes. He didn’t protest as Ian started dragging him back towards their hotel at a fast clip. No, coming out had not gone as he’d imagined, but right now he thought it’d gone perfect after all.