Team Sexy Poo, Two Drabbles
team: Sexy Poo
challenge: Touch
title: Shattered
character: Freddie
rating: PG
warnings: None
Freddie sat in the small alleyway just off the side of his house, staring up at the stars. All he could think about was Effy. All he could hear. All he could taste and feel. He still felt her lips on his, tasting of a mixture of her and the lake water they’d been drifting in. He still saw her in that window, Cook smirking over her shoulder.
He grit his teeth and let out a loud, choked curse, slamming his head back against the wall as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He’d lost everyone important to him.
title: Comfort
pairings: Freddie/Pandora
rating: PG
warnings: None
“Freddie?”
He glances up as Pandora slides down the wall to sit next to him, tilting her head. “Hey, Panda.”
“What’s wrong?”
He runs a hand down his face with a heavy sigh, lifting his spliff to his lips and staring straight ahead, exhaling the smoke and then gritting his teeth without a word.
“Oh,” Pandora murmurs, stealing a puff off of his spliff and handing it back as she shifts closer, leaning her head on his shoulder with a small sigh. “She’s just scared.”
“And Cook?”
“He just needs your attention.”
He smiles for the first time in days.
challenge: Touch
title: Shattered
character: Freddie
rating: PG
warnings: None
Freddie sat in the small alleyway just off the side of his house, staring up at the stars. All he could think about was Effy. All he could hear. All he could taste and feel. He still felt her lips on his, tasting of a mixture of her and the lake water they’d been drifting in. He still saw her in that window, Cook smirking over her shoulder.
He grit his teeth and let out a loud, choked curse, slamming his head back against the wall as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He’d lost everyone important to him.
title: Comfort
pairings: Freddie/Pandora
rating: PG
warnings: None
“Freddie?”
He glances up as Pandora slides down the wall to sit next to him, tilting her head. “Hey, Panda.”
“What’s wrong?”
He runs a hand down his face with a heavy sigh, lifting his spliff to his lips and staring straight ahead, exhaling the smoke and then gritting his teeth without a word.
“Oh,” Pandora murmurs, stealing a puff off of his spliff and handing it back as she shifts closer, leaning her head on his shoulder with a small sigh. “She’s just scared.”
“And Cook?”
“He just needs your attention.”
He smiles for the first time in days.