[Fic] Intoxicated Circulation [Chapter 2]
Title: [Fic] Intoxicated Circulation (Chapter 2)
Author: Lena (scariekitten)
Pairing: William Beckett/Jack Daniels, hints of William Beckett/Mike Carden
Rating: Teen
Warnings: HELLO? Jack Daniels is an ALCHOLIC BEVERAGE. And Bill is SEVEN. Oh, yes. Quite taboo. P.S. Abuse of artistic license in this one. I brought Carden in about eight years too early. Whoops. Now I’ll have to call this AU.
Summary: William’s first hangover. Awww.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Just because William Beckett did, in fact, have a childhood, doesn’t mean he had this one.
Author’s Notes: Written for the ARG (Awesome-Really-Good) Challenge. Prompt 43, Alcohol. Beta’d only by me. I’ll try and make this reasonably short so my resolve get bored and ditch me. Oh, and I have no idea why there are so many monkey-type references in here. Just flame if it bothers you. And I am soooo sorry that it took me so long to write! I’m lazy and devoting all my life to robotics. Sorrysorrysorry, wonderful people.
Chapter One: The First Time
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William’s ears rattled as the world spun around him. Earthquake. It’s an earthquake! Desperately, he held the coat rack, trying to remember what his teachers had taught him to do. Unintelligible grunts came from above. Ape people? He wondered, trying to see where they fit in with the earthquake. Slowly, gradually, the grunts arranged themselves into intelligible words.
“…Christmas!…grunt, yowl….Presents?…usually up so fast…are you…alright?” the ape person appeared to be his mother, bending over him, concerned. He opened his mouth to either reassure her or tell her to shut the hell up, he hadn’t decided. He needn’t have worried, though. The second he opened his mouth the snaps or whatever, made the decision for him. All four cookies, two servings of mac and cheese, a caffeine free Dr. Pepper, and seventeen green grapes rushed out to meet his mother’s bare feet, followed by William’s face, as he passed out.
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William woke up tucked into bed so tightly he thought he was in the hospital. Cautiously, he lifted his head. A gorilla on top of his head chattered angrily for him to lie back down. Briefly considering, he decided disobeying a gorilla was not the best idea. He leaned back onto the pillows cautiously. No sudden movements. He cautioned himself. Do not anger gorillas.
The gorilla leaned in, still yammering. It’s longish hair fell away from it’s face, revealing dark laughing eyes.
“Hello, gorilla. You seem to be Mike Carden.” William Beckett said. Or tried to say. It came out as, “Gorilla-face. Guhway.”
Mike’s yammering rearranged itself into the English language. “who you calling gorilla, asshole?” he demanded. “I’m doing something nice for you. I could just go back to the grown ups.”
Bill decided not to debate this rather dubious alternative, and settled for turning his face away from Mike and his loud annoying voice. He drifted in between throwing up and drowning in his own vomit, and dreaming. He was leaning towards falling asleep when (stupidloudobnoxiousbutthead) Mike’s loud laugh cut the air. “Eugene?” he hooted. “Your middle name is Eugene?”
William twisted his neck around, mildly outraged to see Mike in his desk drawer, pawing through his stuff. He was chortling at a third honor roll certificate.
“DUDE. NO.” he shrieked, the sound of his voice sending him into minor convulsions. “Get the hell away from my stuff!” He added, softer, but no less outraged.
Eyes widened, Mike backed away. “Chill, man.” He was doing his best to act solemn, but William could hear that goddamn laugh hidden behind every movement, every syllable.
“Why are you even here? Don’t you have some spiders to tear the legs off of?” Bill muttered irritably, now resigned that he’s not getting back to sleep any time soon.
“Ew.” Mike conveyed a world of disgust behind two letters.
William tugged his arms out from beneath the covers, nearly dislocating them under the steel sheets. “Got anything to eat?”
“it’s your house, dude.” Mike said, sulking, leaning up against Bill’s desk.
“hate you.” He mumbled.
“whatever.”
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Okay. Pathetic, yes. But I’m getting there. One chapter in front of another, right? Haha, the return to fandom is a long ongoing process. Like getting addicted to really cheap, bad drugs. Or, rehab in reverse.