a newbie with a fic offering
Hi there! Thought I'd introduce myself a bit. I'm new to the comm (all of them I'm posting this to) but definitely not new to Whose Line. I was a huge fan around seven years ago when I was in junior high, eventually lost interest and moved on to other things, and now I've re-discovered it and fallen in love all over again. Not much has changed; Brad is still my favorite and Brad/Ryan is still my OTP (though I'll read pretty much anything that features Brad).
But enough about me, on to the fic!
Title: the voice you never listen to
Genre: Slash
Pairing(s): Brad/Ryan (kind of), a tiny hint of Ry/Col
Warnings: Angst and some language…Brad's a bit of a potty mouth when he's upset. Who knew?
Disclaimer: I don't own Whose Line, and the awesome people portrayed here belong to themselves. This never happened and never will. I also don't own the song used.
Summary: Ryan did a bad, bad thing.
A/N: Like I said, Brad/Ryan is my OTP, so I'm kinda surprised that I wrote this. It's a songfic to "Shut Up and Drive" by Chely Wright. (I've uploaded it here, for your downloading pleasure.) I'm not entirely sure how good it is; I mostly wrote it in an attempt to jumpstart my muse. On the other hand, it's the first fic I've written that wasn't plain ol' gen. So I'll leave it up to you kind people.
Crossposted to sherwood_stiles, wl_fanfiction, and wliialove. My apologies if you see this more than once!
Shut up and drive
Brad pulled out of the driveway, doing his best not to look at the man he’d left standing on the front porch. There were enough emotions rumbling inside him; he wasn’t about to add guilt to the list. Especially when he had nothing to feel guilty about. Or did he? It wasn’t like he’d given Ryan much of a chance to explain himself…
You don't know what you're talking about
He's not the one
You ought to know that by now
But then, did he really deserve a chance? Confusion was the emotion at the forefront of Brad’s brain at the moment…how did someone “accidentally” end up kissing someone that *wasn’t* their boyfriend? That was the kind of excuse given on those stupid TV dramas, or even soap operas. Did Ryan really think Brad was going to buy it?
On the other hand, Ryan had seemed so damned *sorry* and maybe even a little bit afraid. Brad had never really thought the taller man could even *be* scared of anything outside of an airport, and it made him want to turn the car around and assure Ryan he’d never leave. Do anything to keep the tremble out of his lover’s voice.
You've got one of those hearts
That keeps changing your mind
Your heart has a way of making you stay
So shut up and drive
No. No backing down this time. He let his foot drop a little heavier on the accelerator. Then he made the mistake of glancing at the rearview mirror. Ryan was standing there in the road, directly behind him. The look of pure anguish on the man’s face was almost enough to cause Brad to slam on the breaks.
Almost.
Don't look in the mirror
He might have that look in his eyes
The one that's so strong
It strangles your will to survive
He choked back a sob as he turned away from the mirror and concentrated on keeping his eyes forward and his foot on the gas pedal.
He's mastered the art
Of looking sincere
His eyes have a way of making you stay
Don't look in the mirror
After what seemed like hours, he finally reached the intersection leading off their street. He turned left, not knowing where he was going to go, but the more he thought about it, the more he really didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t back to Ryan.
He bit his lower lip down, refusing to let the tears come. He’d let Ryan have the upper hand too many times. Too many times had he come crawling back because he didn’t think he could live without him. Too many times had he let all the useless apologies and tears go right to his heart.
*Tears*. Jesus Christ, Ryan was a fucking *actor*. What the hell did Brad expect?
I'm the voice you never listen to
And I had to break your heart to make you see
As if to torture him, his mind wandered back to just a couple of hours ago. Another Whose Line? taping had just wrapped up, Drew had asked if he and Ryan wanted to go out for some drinks, and he’d been in a damn good mood. Things had been going so well with Ryan. So fucking well. He’d thought their problems were long gone.
Until he found him kissing Colin in a way that pretty much ruled out “accident.”
What had happened after that was mostly a blur to Brad. All he knows for sure is that he somehow managed to drive himself home without causing any accidents. Ryan found him throwing some clothes in a duffel bag shortly after.
He tugged the bag out of Brad’s hands and set it down just out of his reach. “Listen to me, Brad, please.” Those words had seemed so shaky and *desperate* that Brad couldn’t help but look into Ryan’s eyes. “It…it wasn’t…”
Brad had glared at him, hoping the look on his face conveyed every ounce of anger he was feeling. “It wasn’t *what*, Ry? It wasn’t what it looked like? It wasn’t the first time, won’t be the last? What?” He was surprised at how controlled and quiet his own voice sounded.
Ryan’s eyes widened. “What…of course it was the first time! And the only time!” He tried to take one of Brad’s hands in his, but Brad turned away. He sighed. “It was an accident. You can even ask Colin. That’s never happened before. You know he won’t lie to you.”
Brad whirled back around to face him. “You know what, Ry? I should be able to know that *you* won’t lie to me, you son of a bitch.” Before Ryan had had a chance to react to that, he’d pushed him aside to grab the duffel bag and stormed out of the house.
That he's the one who will be missing you
And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be
Back in the present, Brad slammed a fist down on the steering wheel. An accident. Bull-fucking-shit. Now all he could think about was that he wasn’t anything more to Ryan than a stand-in for the man he really wanted but couldn’t have. The evil part of him wanted to go straight to Colin’s wife and tell her what he had seen. But the rest of him refused to purposely put someone else through what he was going through. No one deserved that. He sighed deeply, feeling the tears form once again.
Turn the radio on
To drown out the sound of goodbye
Blink back the tears
Show me you've still got your pride
Still determined to keep the crying at bay, especially while he was driving, he switched the radio on. If anything, it would provide a welcome distraction. He could sing along as loud as he wanted to, since Ryan wasn’t here to tell him to shut up.
Just get yourself lost
In a sad country song
Those guys that they play
Know just what to say
Turn the radio on
He tapped his fingers on steering wheel in time to the music, singing along, pretending that this really wasn’t the worst day of his life. That he really did have a place to go, a destination in mind. That he really wasn’t so fucking lost.
That he really didn’t want to turn the car around and forgive Ryan with every fiber of his being.
I'm the voice you never listen to
And I had to break your heart to make you see
That he's the one who will be missing you
And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be
Brad smiled to himself as “Freebird” came on just as he passed the city limits. Maybe he’d let himself fall apart later, but for now, he’d just concentrate on the road and the radio.
Shut up and drive
Don't look in the mirror
Turn the radio on
Get out of here
Shut up and drive
At this point, it was really all he had.
END.
Like? Don't like? I should never write again? Let me know. I've got plans in my head to make this a three-parter (another part for Ryan's POV and one for the happy ending, because I'm a sucker for those), but I made sure it fit as a oneshot just in case my muse doesn't cooperate with the rest.
Oh! Do I need tags? *has no idea how that works*
Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYAN! :D
But enough about me, on to the fic!
Title: the voice you never listen to
Genre: Slash
Pairing(s): Brad/Ryan (kind of), a tiny hint of Ry/Col
Warnings: Angst and some language…Brad's a bit of a potty mouth when he's upset. Who knew?
Disclaimer: I don't own Whose Line, and the awesome people portrayed here belong to themselves. This never happened and never will. I also don't own the song used.
Summary: Ryan did a bad, bad thing.
A/N: Like I said, Brad/Ryan is my OTP, so I'm kinda surprised that I wrote this. It's a songfic to "Shut Up and Drive" by Chely Wright. (I've uploaded it here, for your downloading pleasure.) I'm not entirely sure how good it is; I mostly wrote it in an attempt to jumpstart my muse. On the other hand, it's the first fic I've written that wasn't plain ol' gen. So I'll leave it up to you kind people.
Crossposted to sherwood_stiles, wl_fanfiction, and wliialove. My apologies if you see this more than once!
Shut up and drive
Brad pulled out of the driveway, doing his best not to look at the man he’d left standing on the front porch. There were enough emotions rumbling inside him; he wasn’t about to add guilt to the list. Especially when he had nothing to feel guilty about. Or did he? It wasn’t like he’d given Ryan much of a chance to explain himself…
You don't know what you're talking about
He's not the one
You ought to know that by now
But then, did he really deserve a chance? Confusion was the emotion at the forefront of Brad’s brain at the moment…how did someone “accidentally” end up kissing someone that *wasn’t* their boyfriend? That was the kind of excuse given on those stupid TV dramas, or even soap operas. Did Ryan really think Brad was going to buy it?
On the other hand, Ryan had seemed so damned *sorry* and maybe even a little bit afraid. Brad had never really thought the taller man could even *be* scared of anything outside of an airport, and it made him want to turn the car around and assure Ryan he’d never leave. Do anything to keep the tremble out of his lover’s voice.
You've got one of those hearts
That keeps changing your mind
Your heart has a way of making you stay
So shut up and drive
No. No backing down this time. He let his foot drop a little heavier on the accelerator. Then he made the mistake of glancing at the rearview mirror. Ryan was standing there in the road, directly behind him. The look of pure anguish on the man’s face was almost enough to cause Brad to slam on the breaks.
Almost.
Don't look in the mirror
He might have that look in his eyes
The one that's so strong
It strangles your will to survive
He choked back a sob as he turned away from the mirror and concentrated on keeping his eyes forward and his foot on the gas pedal.
He's mastered the art
Of looking sincere
His eyes have a way of making you stay
Don't look in the mirror
After what seemed like hours, he finally reached the intersection leading off their street. He turned left, not knowing where he was going to go, but the more he thought about it, the more he really didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t back to Ryan.
He bit his lower lip down, refusing to let the tears come. He’d let Ryan have the upper hand too many times. Too many times had he come crawling back because he didn’t think he could live without him. Too many times had he let all the useless apologies and tears go right to his heart.
*Tears*. Jesus Christ, Ryan was a fucking *actor*. What the hell did Brad expect?
I'm the voice you never listen to
And I had to break your heart to make you see
As if to torture him, his mind wandered back to just a couple of hours ago. Another Whose Line? taping had just wrapped up, Drew had asked if he and Ryan wanted to go out for some drinks, and he’d been in a damn good mood. Things had been going so well with Ryan. So fucking well. He’d thought their problems were long gone.
Until he found him kissing Colin in a way that pretty much ruled out “accident.”
What had happened after that was mostly a blur to Brad. All he knows for sure is that he somehow managed to drive himself home without causing any accidents. Ryan found him throwing some clothes in a duffel bag shortly after.
He tugged the bag out of Brad’s hands and set it down just out of his reach. “Listen to me, Brad, please.” Those words had seemed so shaky and *desperate* that Brad couldn’t help but look into Ryan’s eyes. “It…it wasn’t…”
Brad had glared at him, hoping the look on his face conveyed every ounce of anger he was feeling. “It wasn’t *what*, Ry? It wasn’t what it looked like? It wasn’t the first time, won’t be the last? What?” He was surprised at how controlled and quiet his own voice sounded.
Ryan’s eyes widened. “What…of course it was the first time! And the only time!” He tried to take one of Brad’s hands in his, but Brad turned away. He sighed. “It was an accident. You can even ask Colin. That’s never happened before. You know he won’t lie to you.”
Brad whirled back around to face him. “You know what, Ry? I should be able to know that *you* won’t lie to me, you son of a bitch.” Before Ryan had had a chance to react to that, he’d pushed him aside to grab the duffel bag and stormed out of the house.
That he's the one who will be missing you
And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be
Back in the present, Brad slammed a fist down on the steering wheel. An accident. Bull-fucking-shit. Now all he could think about was that he wasn’t anything more to Ryan than a stand-in for the man he really wanted but couldn’t have. The evil part of him wanted to go straight to Colin’s wife and tell her what he had seen. But the rest of him refused to purposely put someone else through what he was going through. No one deserved that. He sighed deeply, feeling the tears form once again.
Turn the radio on
To drown out the sound of goodbye
Blink back the tears
Show me you've still got your pride
Still determined to keep the crying at bay, especially while he was driving, he switched the radio on. If anything, it would provide a welcome distraction. He could sing along as loud as he wanted to, since Ryan wasn’t here to tell him to shut up.
Just get yourself lost
In a sad country song
Those guys that they play
Know just what to say
Turn the radio on
He tapped his fingers on steering wheel in time to the music, singing along, pretending that this really wasn’t the worst day of his life. That he really did have a place to go, a destination in mind. That he really wasn’t so fucking lost.
That he really didn’t want to turn the car around and forgive Ryan with every fiber of his being.
I'm the voice you never listen to
And I had to break your heart to make you see
That he's the one who will be missing you
And you'll only miss the man
That you wanted him to be
Brad smiled to himself as “Freebird” came on just as he passed the city limits. Maybe he’d let himself fall apart later, but for now, he’d just concentrate on the road and the radio.
Shut up and drive
Don't look in the mirror
Turn the radio on
Get out of here
Shut up and drive
At this point, it was really all he had.
END.
Like? Don't like? I should never write again? Let me know. I've got plans in my head to make this a three-parter (another part for Ryan's POV and one for the happy ending, because I'm a sucker for those), but I made sure it fit as a oneshot just in case my muse doesn't cooperate with the rest.
Oh! Do I need tags? *has no idea how that works*
Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYAN! :D