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FIC: Unwritten (Ned/Chuck)
Title: Unwritten
Author: shiiki
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ned the Piemaker/Charlotte Charles (Chuck)
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Word Count: 364
Summary: For arasnaem's prompt: Young Ned tries to write young Chuck a letter.
At the Longborough School for Boys, Young Ned was often lonely. To be exact, on this particular night, he was lonely for the company of a girl named Chuck, whom he had not seen for 28 days, 17 hours, and 43 seconds, since the funeral of her father, whose death, incidentally, he was responsible for, however indirectly.
The more time passed, the less likely it seemed to Young Ned that he would ever see Chuck again. He therefore resolved that he would write her a letter.
It began simply, as most letters do, with the two words:
Dear Chuck
but it was here that Young Ned stopped, frowning at the words on the page.
Was that really the right way to address a letter? Her real name was Charlotte.
Ned rubbed out 'Chuck', replacing it with 'Charlotte'.
But he'd always called her Chuck. What if she thought it odd?
He considered the greeting again. Perhaps it was not the name that seemed wrong. A memory of Chuck, swinging on his fence in her favourite strawberry-patterned dress, crying out, 'Hi Ned!' came to mind.
He erased everything and wrote, Hi Chuck. That looked better. He moved on to the next line of the page and carefully measured out two finger spaces from the edge of the margins.
I wish you were here.
Well, he didn't, not exactly. What he wished was that he was there, and by there he meant back home in Coeur d'Coeurs, or quite possibly back in time before he'd managed to make both their lives a mess.
But such was a sentiment that nine-year-old Ned wasn't quite capable of articulating just yet, even if he was going on ten, and so he just stared at the five words he'd written, feeling once again he was writing this all wrong.
In the end he crumpled up the paper, tossed it into the bin, and crawled into bed. He lay there with his eyes open for a long time.
Fifty miles away, the girl named Chuck dreamed of letters that would never come, from a boy who had kissed her a month ago, but whom she would never see again in her current life.
Author: shiiki
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ned the Piemaker/Charlotte Charles (Chuck)
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Word Count: 364
Summary: For arasnaem's prompt: Young Ned tries to write young Chuck a letter.
At the Longborough School for Boys, Young Ned was often lonely. To be exact, on this particular night, he was lonely for the company of a girl named Chuck, whom he had not seen for 28 days, 17 hours, and 43 seconds, since the funeral of her father, whose death, incidentally, he was responsible for, however indirectly.
The more time passed, the less likely it seemed to Young Ned that he would ever see Chuck again. He therefore resolved that he would write her a letter.
It began simply, as most letters do, with the two words:
Dear Chuck
but it was here that Young Ned stopped, frowning at the words on the page.
Was that really the right way to address a letter? Her real name was Charlotte.
Ned rubbed out 'Chuck', replacing it with 'Charlotte'.
But he'd always called her Chuck. What if she thought it odd?
He considered the greeting again. Perhaps it was not the name that seemed wrong. A memory of Chuck, swinging on his fence in her favourite strawberry-patterned dress, crying out, 'Hi Ned!' came to mind.
He erased everything and wrote, Hi Chuck. That looked better. He moved on to the next line of the page and carefully measured out two finger spaces from the edge of the margins.
I wish you were here.
Well, he didn't, not exactly. What he wished was that he was there, and by there he meant back home in Coeur d'Coeurs, or quite possibly back in time before he'd managed to make both their lives a mess.
But such was a sentiment that nine-year-old Ned wasn't quite capable of articulating just yet, even if he was going on ten, and so he just stared at the five words he'd written, feeling once again he was writing this all wrong.
In the end he crumpled up the paper, tossed it into the bin, and crawled into bed. He lay there with his eyes open for a long time.
Fifty miles away, the girl named Chuck dreamed of letters that would never come, from a boy who had kissed her a month ago, but whom she would never see again in her current life.