Found My Place in the Galaxy
Title: Found My Place in the Galaxy
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Community which belongs to NBC.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Troy/Abed, Shirley, Pierce and mention of Annie, Jeff and Britta
Rating: FRM mostly to be safe. Some bad language, drinking.
Summary: Scenes clearly missing from last night's episode.
Spoilers: Mixology Certification
Notes: My first Community fic ever, so please be kind. I hope Abed isn't too OOC. I write many socially awkward nerds for my fandoms (and am one myself) yet I'm always nervous that I won't have their voice right. Title shamelessly stolen from Laundry Girl by Ludo. Though that's about Hitchhiker's Guide not Farscape, it's good enough for me.
Cross posted to agiantcookie, community_fic and community_slash.
Troy was mildly upset when Abed left the group to play the dinky Asteroids game tucked away in the corner of the bar. He didn't dwell on it for long once Jeff and Britta began grilling him on what drink he was going to order at midnight. He lost track of Abed as he attempted to defend the integrity of a seven and seven despite never having tasted one before.
The next time he looked up, Abed had moved. He was now seated at the bar, talking some poor man's ear off, beer abandoned. Troy was amazed the man hadn't found an out yet. Anyone else, himself excluded, would have. He must have been actually interested in what Abed was saying. That is until he threw his drink in Abed's face and stormed off. Now that was uncalled for.
Troy stood up and plopped down in the seat the rude stranger had previously occupied. Abed had grabbed the neck of the beer bottle and was chugging what was left.
"Hey, you okay man?" Troy asked. "What was that guy's deal?"
"He propositioned me and was offended when I said I just wanted to talk about Farscape."
"So he threw... What a dick. Wait, Farscape? Did you get the new BluRay yet?"
"You're not going to be able to take my mind off of what happened, but yes. I did buy it."
"I think it may be time to get out of here," Troy said drawing the words out as he observed Jeff and Britta still bickering, Annie sulking further down the bar and Shriley was not to be seen, but Troy could only assume she was still stripping the wall of drunken photographs. "Can you get Annie? I'll round up the others."
Abed just nodded. They gathered the group and Troy managed to wrestle the keys from Jeff. He was too drunk and, as much as he feared Troy behind the wheel of his luxury car, it was safer (not to mention legal). Troy dropped everyone off, Jeff last, and found himself walking to the dorms rather than home. He hoped Abed hadn't gone straight to bed. He was happy the door opened merely seconds after Troy had knocked as if Abed had been expecting him. He wasn't happy, however, that Abed looked forlorn. Well, more so than usual.
"I thought we could watch some Farscape since my party got cut short," Troy said flashing his best smile.
"Cool," Abed muttered. He picked up the still packaged BluRay disc and popped it into the player. "I doubt this is the best attempt to distract me from what happened in the bar considering I was discussing it in depth with Robert."
"Robert?" Troy tried to ignore the odd pang of jealousy at Abed knowing the guy's name. He settled down on the futon where Abed joined him.
"Yes, the man who threw..."
"I got it Abed. Let's just watch the show. Cool?"
"Cool, cool."
As the first episode played out in breath taking high definition, Troy realized that he and Abed had moved closer, their thighs just touching. They were best friends and this was a common occurrence. Abed did love interjecting tidbits of information while they were watching TV or a movie. What happened that night had stirred something in Troy, and this time the contact caused him to heat up and his mouth to go dry.
"I didn't turn Robert down because he was a man," Abed said so quickly Troy almost didn't hear him.
"Why did you then?"
"I turned him down because he wasn't you." Abed's eyes were still fixated on the screen. Troy knew Abed was hard to read, but he realized it had taken him a lot to admit that. His fingers betrayed him and the calm facade he had managed to uphold this whole time. He titled Abed's chin, forcing him to look in his eyes.
"You know, I was this close to decking that guy, and it wasn't just because he was a dick. I was jealous."
"Are we going to kiss now?"
"Yeah, we're going to kiss now."
Abed's lips were unmoving under Troy's at first. The kiss was chaste, sweet. Soon, Abed opened up and tongues joined causing everything to shift to fast and desperate. Farscape was forgotten as they tumbled to the bed.
"You never got to have you drink," Abed said when they pulled apart to catch their breath.
"I think this is a better way to spend my birthday," Troy replied, his hands slipping as he pushed Abed's cardigan off his shoulders.
"Cool."
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"To Troy!" Shirley shouted, knocking back her fifth shot in almost as many minutes.
"Where is he anyway?" Pierce asked as he slammed his empty glass on the bar. "Oh, bar keep! Another beer!"
The bartender refilled Pierce's glass and when the two weren't paying attention, she snapped a polaroid. With one of the many tacks laying around, she stuck it up on the wall. "Need me to call you guys a cab?" she asked.
"We'll ride home in the wheelchair," Shirley said. She was unable to stop giggling.
"But the battery is dead," Pierce reminded her.
"I'll call that cab." The bartender walked over to the phone leaving the two to their own devices.
"Oh, look!" Shirley leaned over the counter and grabbed something. "Another picture for my collection."
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Community which belongs to NBC.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Troy/Abed, Shirley, Pierce and mention of Annie, Jeff and Britta
Rating: FRM mostly to be safe. Some bad language, drinking.
Summary: Scenes clearly missing from last night's episode.
Spoilers: Mixology Certification
Notes: My first Community fic ever, so please be kind. I hope Abed isn't too OOC. I write many socially awkward nerds for my fandoms (and am one myself) yet I'm always nervous that I won't have their voice right. Title shamelessly stolen from Laundry Girl by Ludo. Though that's about Hitchhiker's Guide not Farscape, it's good enough for me.
Cross posted to agiantcookie, community_fic and community_slash.
Troy was mildly upset when Abed left the group to play the dinky Asteroids game tucked away in the corner of the bar. He didn't dwell on it for long once Jeff and Britta began grilling him on what drink he was going to order at midnight. He lost track of Abed as he attempted to defend the integrity of a seven and seven despite never having tasted one before.
The next time he looked up, Abed had moved. He was now seated at the bar, talking some poor man's ear off, beer abandoned. Troy was amazed the man hadn't found an out yet. Anyone else, himself excluded, would have. He must have been actually interested in what Abed was saying. That is until he threw his drink in Abed's face and stormed off. Now that was uncalled for.
Troy stood up and plopped down in the seat the rude stranger had previously occupied. Abed had grabbed the neck of the beer bottle and was chugging what was left.
"Hey, you okay man?" Troy asked. "What was that guy's deal?"
"He propositioned me and was offended when I said I just wanted to talk about Farscape."
"So he threw... What a dick. Wait, Farscape? Did you get the new BluRay yet?"
"You're not going to be able to take my mind off of what happened, but yes. I did buy it."
"I think it may be time to get out of here," Troy said drawing the words out as he observed Jeff and Britta still bickering, Annie sulking further down the bar and Shriley was not to be seen, but Troy could only assume she was still stripping the wall of drunken photographs. "Can you get Annie? I'll round up the others."
Abed just nodded. They gathered the group and Troy managed to wrestle the keys from Jeff. He was too drunk and, as much as he feared Troy behind the wheel of his luxury car, it was safer (not to mention legal). Troy dropped everyone off, Jeff last, and found himself walking to the dorms rather than home. He hoped Abed hadn't gone straight to bed. He was happy the door opened merely seconds after Troy had knocked as if Abed had been expecting him. He wasn't happy, however, that Abed looked forlorn. Well, more so than usual.
"I thought we could watch some Farscape since my party got cut short," Troy said flashing his best smile.
"Cool," Abed muttered. He picked up the still packaged BluRay disc and popped it into the player. "I doubt this is the best attempt to distract me from what happened in the bar considering I was discussing it in depth with Robert."
"Robert?" Troy tried to ignore the odd pang of jealousy at Abed knowing the guy's name. He settled down on the futon where Abed joined him.
"Yes, the man who threw..."
"I got it Abed. Let's just watch the show. Cool?"
"Cool, cool."
As the first episode played out in breath taking high definition, Troy realized that he and Abed had moved closer, their thighs just touching. They were best friends and this was a common occurrence. Abed did love interjecting tidbits of information while they were watching TV or a movie. What happened that night had stirred something in Troy, and this time the contact caused him to heat up and his mouth to go dry.
"I didn't turn Robert down because he was a man," Abed said so quickly Troy almost didn't hear him.
"Why did you then?"
"I turned him down because he wasn't you." Abed's eyes were still fixated on the screen. Troy knew Abed was hard to read, but he realized it had taken him a lot to admit that. His fingers betrayed him and the calm facade he had managed to uphold this whole time. He titled Abed's chin, forcing him to look in his eyes.
"You know, I was this close to decking that guy, and it wasn't just because he was a dick. I was jealous."
"Are we going to kiss now?"
"Yeah, we're going to kiss now."
Abed's lips were unmoving under Troy's at first. The kiss was chaste, sweet. Soon, Abed opened up and tongues joined causing everything to shift to fast and desperate. Farscape was forgotten as they tumbled to the bed.
"You never got to have you drink," Abed said when they pulled apart to catch their breath.
"I think this is a better way to spend my birthday," Troy replied, his hands slipping as he pushed Abed's cardigan off his shoulders.
"Cool."
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"To Troy!" Shirley shouted, knocking back her fifth shot in almost as many minutes.
"Where is he anyway?" Pierce asked as he slammed his empty glass on the bar. "Oh, bar keep! Another beer!"
The bartender refilled Pierce's glass and when the two weren't paying attention, she snapped a polaroid. With one of the many tacks laying around, she stuck it up on the wall. "Need me to call you guys a cab?" she asked.
"We'll ride home in the wheelchair," Shirley said. She was unable to stop giggling.
"But the battery is dead," Pierce reminded her.
"I'll call that cab." The bartender walked over to the phone leaving the two to their own devices.
"Oh, look!" Shirley leaned over the counter and grabbed something. "Another picture for my collection."