Ficcie time!
Uh, yeah. So I knew yesterday I was gonna have to get up at 9 today, and that's why I stayed up to 2:30 writing this. *headdesk*
But never mind that, here's fic:
[Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, this is fiction.]
No More Words
Mark knew he was falling in love with Doug before it actually happened. Suddenly he was noticing things, things he’d never noticed before about his friend. Or about any other man, for that matter.
Having watched Doug make his way through half the females in Chicago had taught Mark two things:
Doug seemed completely unable to stay in a relationship, and he probably wasn’t gay.
Now, of course, the relationship part could be because none of the women Doug had been involved with had been right for him. But then again, Mark had thought his friend’s relationship with Carol Hathaway would stick, everyone had. And had all been wrong.
And as for Doug probably not being gay... There really wasn’t anything to say he wasn’t bisexual, except the simple thing that Mark thought Doug would’ve told him by now, after years of an increasingly deep friendship.
So Mark knew that falling in love with Doug was probably the worst thing he could do, but he still couldn’t help it. At first, he tried telling himself that it was just because he had never been such close friends with anyone before, that he loved Doug as a friend, nothing more. But when he started noticing Doug’s hands, his eyes, he knew there was no point in denying it any longer.
And yet, he had tried to deny it for months. He had a daughter, had a wife there was no way he’d fallen in love with his (male!) best friend. But no matter what he told himself, no matter how much in love with Doug he tried to convince himself he wasn’t he still started acting differently around his friend. He’d blush, get shy, everything that came with being in love with someone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
At first, Doug didn’t notice. When he finally did, he figured there was something going on, something that Mark would tell him sooner or later. After months of watching Mark blush as soon as he walked into the room, he realized he had to confront Mark about it.
So he did, or at least he tried to. The moment he’d told Mark he thought they needed to talk, his friend’s pager had gone off. Mark had said he was sorry, and then rushed off to save someone’s life. Doug would’ve talked to Mark again, but suddenly, the other doctor seemed to be avoiding him. Doug really had no idea what was going on with his best friend.
The second Doug had asked Mark to talk, he’d realized why. He had tried to act naturally around his friend, but evidently, it had been unsuccessful. Mark had realized he desperately didn’t want to tell Doug anything about loving anyone other than his wife, especially not Doug himself, for fear of driving his friend away. And at the same time, he knew there was no point in lying to Doug about this. Doug would see right through him. Mark had never been so happy to hear his pager before.
He tried not to make anyone suspect anything, but at the same time, he did all he could to stay out of situatons where he’d be alone with Doug. He kept it up for almost three weeks, managed not to be alone with his friend once, no, sorry, he couldn’t go to the game, Jennifer was out of town, and someone had to watch Rachel. But at last, one day, he ran out of luck. He opened the door to the lounge, found Doug sitting at the table, and realized there was absolutely nothing he’d conveniently “forgotten” somewhere that he had to go get.
He also realized there was no way out of this for him unless his pager went off at the exact right moment again, and he doubted that would be the case, since he wasn’t even on this time. Suddenly he was extremely tired of hiding everything from Doug, and he pulled out a chair. Sitting down at the table, without looking at Doug, he told him they needed to talk. Doug nodded.
Despite the talk being Mark’s suggestion this time, Doug did most of the talking, describing all of Mark’s odd behaviour. After what seemed like hours to Mark, Doug finally asked why. Mark decided that this was it, this was where it all stopped.
“I love you, that’s why.” The five words were at the same time the easiest and the most difficult he’d ever said to anyone.
The look on Doug’s face told Mark everything he needed to know. His friend looked shocked, and Mark could just imagine exactly what he was thinking. Mark loved him, Mark was a fag... Suddenly Mark had to get out of there, and fast. He stood up from the table, and didn’t even realize Doug had moved too before a hand caught his shoulder. Doug spun Mark around so that they were face to face. Mark fully expected his friend to hit him, but instead... Instead Doug leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Mark’s lips.
No more words were needed.
Yes, the title sucks. Whatever.
I'm gonna watch House now.
Q out.
But never mind that, here's fic:
[Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, this is fiction.]
No More Words
Mark knew he was falling in love with Doug before it actually happened. Suddenly he was noticing things, things he’d never noticed before about his friend. Or about any other man, for that matter.
Having watched Doug make his way through half the females in Chicago had taught Mark two things:
Doug seemed completely unable to stay in a relationship, and he probably wasn’t gay.
Now, of course, the relationship part could be because none of the women Doug had been involved with had been right for him. But then again, Mark had thought his friend’s relationship with Carol Hathaway would stick, everyone had. And had all been wrong.
And as for Doug probably not being gay... There really wasn’t anything to say he wasn’t bisexual, except the simple thing that Mark thought Doug would’ve told him by now, after years of an increasingly deep friendship.
So Mark knew that falling in love with Doug was probably the worst thing he could do, but he still couldn’t help it. At first, he tried telling himself that it was just because he had never been such close friends with anyone before, that he loved Doug as a friend, nothing more. But when he started noticing Doug’s hands, his eyes, he knew there was no point in denying it any longer.
And yet, he had tried to deny it for months. He had a daughter, had a wife there was no way he’d fallen in love with his (male!) best friend. But no matter what he told himself, no matter how much in love with Doug he tried to convince himself he wasn’t he still started acting differently around his friend. He’d blush, get shy, everything that came with being in love with someone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
At first, Doug didn’t notice. When he finally did, he figured there was something going on, something that Mark would tell him sooner or later. After months of watching Mark blush as soon as he walked into the room, he realized he had to confront Mark about it.
So he did, or at least he tried to. The moment he’d told Mark he thought they needed to talk, his friend’s pager had gone off. Mark had said he was sorry, and then rushed off to save someone’s life. Doug would’ve talked to Mark again, but suddenly, the other doctor seemed to be avoiding him. Doug really had no idea what was going on with his best friend.
The second Doug had asked Mark to talk, he’d realized why. He had tried to act naturally around his friend, but evidently, it had been unsuccessful. Mark had realized he desperately didn’t want to tell Doug anything about loving anyone other than his wife, especially not Doug himself, for fear of driving his friend away. And at the same time, he knew there was no point in lying to Doug about this. Doug would see right through him. Mark had never been so happy to hear his pager before.
He tried not to make anyone suspect anything, but at the same time, he did all he could to stay out of situatons where he’d be alone with Doug. He kept it up for almost three weeks, managed not to be alone with his friend once, no, sorry, he couldn’t go to the game, Jennifer was out of town, and someone had to watch Rachel. But at last, one day, he ran out of luck. He opened the door to the lounge, found Doug sitting at the table, and realized there was absolutely nothing he’d conveniently “forgotten” somewhere that he had to go get.
He also realized there was no way out of this for him unless his pager went off at the exact right moment again, and he doubted that would be the case, since he wasn’t even on this time. Suddenly he was extremely tired of hiding everything from Doug, and he pulled out a chair. Sitting down at the table, without looking at Doug, he told him they needed to talk. Doug nodded.
Despite the talk being Mark’s suggestion this time, Doug did most of the talking, describing all of Mark’s odd behaviour. After what seemed like hours to Mark, Doug finally asked why. Mark decided that this was it, this was where it all stopped.
“I love you, that’s why.” The five words were at the same time the easiest and the most difficult he’d ever said to anyone.
The look on Doug’s face told Mark everything he needed to know. His friend looked shocked, and Mark could just imagine exactly what he was thinking. Mark loved him, Mark was a fag... Suddenly Mark had to get out of there, and fast. He stood up from the table, and didn’t even realize Doug had moved too before a hand caught his shoulder. Doug spun Mark around so that they were face to face. Mark fully expected his friend to hit him, but instead... Instead Doug leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Mark’s lips.
No more words were needed.
Yes, the title sucks. Whatever.
I'm gonna watch House now.
Q out.