New Beginnings challenge fic
Hi everyone, I started on a little piece for the fanfiction challenge. This just may be a ficlet, or I may post more later, it depends on how much time I have. Hope you like it though.
Challenge : New Beginnings
Title of Fic: Recovering
Rating: PG
Brief Plot Summary: the first day george realizes that he doesn’t need the drugs.
Relationship: rich/George
The faint sounds of a Puccini opera seem to drift from some unknown place, as my brown eyes open, trying to place where I am. An unknown hazy seems to be over my eyes, and my head is pounding, not from the opera music, but from something else. I can barely remember what happened last night, much less what day it is. I blink my eyes hard, and struggle to sit up, on the green felt couch which I am sitting on. I gaze around the room, realizing this is probably my apartment, but in a strange way it doesn’t seem like my apartment. Then, I realize why, it is clean. I don’t remember seeing it clean for a long time.
I hear a voice in one of the bedrooms humming along with the opera. My brown slippers are next to the couch, so I slip them on my feet, noticing a dull pain from my hip, still from the car accident months ago, as I pull myself to a standing position, and drag myself along the blue carpet, pass one of the red walls, peaking my head into the bedroom.
His black shoulder length hair has fallen partially in his eyes, as he sits over a drafting table sketching something. His brown eyes dart up at a picture he is using for inspiration in the corner of the room, when he spots me. “Come in here you. How are you feeling, still feel like you need the drugs?”
I step into the room farther, blinking at him. “No, but some aspirin might be okay, my head is killing me.”
He gives me a soft smile. “Sorry,” He says in away that he is both apologetic I am in pain, and also that I wasn’t going to get any pain medication. I wasn’t allowed any form of pain reliever, not even anything holistic. It was my own fault though.
He jumps up from the artist stool he had been sitting on, and pulls me into a big hug. I rest my head on his chest, even though he is an inch or so shorter than I am. “At least you slept well though, “he runs his fingers playfully through my hair.
“What time is it anyway?”
“6 pm.”
I pull away from him a bit groggy, looking into his eyes, “what time did I go to sleep?”
“9pm.”
“Wow, I have slept most of the day.”
“Yeah, that’s okay though, you needed the sleep.” He gives me a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead. “How do you feel otherwise, craving anything?”
“Coffee.”
He gives me a soft concerned smile, “is that all?”
“Actually it is.” I give him a soft smile. For once, in a long time, I think this is all I am craving. Nothing else, even though the pain in my hip is slight, and it is beginning to seem like I can live my life without those pills which have been keeping me going for a long time.
Challenge : New Beginnings
Title of Fic: Recovering
Rating: PG
Brief Plot Summary: the first day george realizes that he doesn’t need the drugs.
Relationship: rich/George
The faint sounds of a Puccini opera seem to drift from some unknown place, as my brown eyes open, trying to place where I am. An unknown hazy seems to be over my eyes, and my head is pounding, not from the opera music, but from something else. I can barely remember what happened last night, much less what day it is. I blink my eyes hard, and struggle to sit up, on the green felt couch which I am sitting on. I gaze around the room, realizing this is probably my apartment, but in a strange way it doesn’t seem like my apartment. Then, I realize why, it is clean. I don’t remember seeing it clean for a long time.
I hear a voice in one of the bedrooms humming along with the opera. My brown slippers are next to the couch, so I slip them on my feet, noticing a dull pain from my hip, still from the car accident months ago, as I pull myself to a standing position, and drag myself along the blue carpet, pass one of the red walls, peaking my head into the bedroom.
His black shoulder length hair has fallen partially in his eyes, as he sits over a drafting table sketching something. His brown eyes dart up at a picture he is using for inspiration in the corner of the room, when he spots me. “Come in here you. How are you feeling, still feel like you need the drugs?”
I step into the room farther, blinking at him. “No, but some aspirin might be okay, my head is killing me.”
He gives me a soft smile. “Sorry,” He says in away that he is both apologetic I am in pain, and also that I wasn’t going to get any pain medication. I wasn’t allowed any form of pain reliever, not even anything holistic. It was my own fault though.
He jumps up from the artist stool he had been sitting on, and pulls me into a big hug. I rest my head on his chest, even though he is an inch or so shorter than I am. “At least you slept well though, “he runs his fingers playfully through my hair.
“What time is it anyway?”
“6 pm.”
I pull away from him a bit groggy, looking into his eyes, “what time did I go to sleep?”
“9pm.”
“Wow, I have slept most of the day.”
“Yeah, that’s okay though, you needed the sleep.” He gives me a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead. “How do you feel otherwise, craving anything?”
“Coffee.”
He gives me a soft concerned smile, “is that all?”
“Actually it is.” I give him a soft smile. For once, in a long time, I think this is all I am craving. Nothing else, even though the pain in my hip is slight, and it is beginning to seem like I can live my life without those pills which have been keeping me going for a long time.