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Every Sky Is Blue - Day Seven
Title: Every Sky Is Blue
Author: j33_3
Fandom: Placebo
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing: Molsdal
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stefan takes Brian on a holiday... somewhere Brian hadn't expected...
Author's Note: This is the first really long fic i managed to write. It took me about a year and a half to write, on and off. It doesn't really have a plot as in the supsense sense of the word but it does follow a line and makes sense... I hope :D Oh and the Banana Café is a real place located in Paris.
I divided the fic according to the days in the story, ‘cause LJ wouldn’t take the whole thing. In all, there are 7 days, so 7 parts.
They hadn't been able to sleep in the end. They had just spent the night cuddled up on the bed, in complete silence but for the sound of ruffled clothes and sheets as Brian shifted position, the only sign of his nervosity. Morning had eventually arrived, bringing a tiny feeling of relief to the two men, knowing they had gotten this little bit closer to the moment they would be home, and that they would have something to busy their minds until then. They had both been ready long before Agneta had come knocking on their door announcing breakfast was on the kitchen table, and she had to use all of her mother influence to put some food into them. Then had come the difficult moment of saying goodbye. That wasn't the way they had planned to do it. They were supposed to leave after two happy weeks, with a promise of coming back again soon. They didn't have the two weeks, but they got the promise... as soon as things would be better. They'd even come with Steve, Stefan had said, because he was gonna be alright, wasn't he? A huge hug and a kiss from Agneta for both of them later, Fred had pulled them in the direction of the car, and, sat close to each other on the backseat they waved goodbye to Sweden. At the airport, Fred had taken care of the check in, helping as best as he could before finally leaving them as the screens had announced the boarding gate was open. He had made his son promise to call as soon as he'd have some news and with a tap on his son's back and a warm smile to Brian, he had turned on his heels and gone out of the doors. The flight to London had been nerve-racking. Stefan didn't think he'd see the end of it. Not only was he growing impatient, anxious to get to the hospital, but Brian also looked like he was gonna explode at any second. The combination of worry and plane crashing paranoia was just too much for him and Stefan had to force him to take a sleeping pill, assuring him he'd wake him up the very second the plane landed. Brian had eventually complied and a few minutes later had fallen asleep against Stefan's shoulder. After what had seemed like ages, Stefan had finally caught sight of familiar buildings through the clouds. He couldn't help a small relieved smile to creep over his lips. Half an hour later, he was shaking Brian, only half succeeding in waking up the small form cuddled up to him. He had done his best to help him out of the plane, until the singer had finally returned to the land of the living and was able to stand on his own. Leaving Brian behind, Stefan had rushed to the first taxi he could spot, almost throwing his suitcase inside under the outraged glare of an old lady who was about to get in. Embarrassed, he had focused his attention on Brian who was trotting as fast as he could with his huge suitcase behind him, still half asleep and a minute later they were finally on their way to the hospital Steve's relative had mentioned.
The second the taxi stopped in front of the entrance, Brian threw himself out, stumbling onto the pavement before catching his balance and hurrying towards the door. He turned around to see if Stefan was behind him but the Swede was only just stepping out of the taxi after having paid the surprised driver. Brian huffed as the bassist took his time to walk up to where he was standing, nervousity radiating from him as he tapped his foot on the ground.
“Come on, hurry up Stef!!” he grabbed his lover’s arm as soon as it was in reach and dragged him inside and through the waiting room, half running.
“Slow down Bri or you’re gonna...” Stefan stopped suddenly as Brian tripped over some crutch lying at the feet of a patient and fell flat on his face. “... fall...” He sighed and helped the singer up. “Be careful or you’ll end up with a bed of your own here.” Brian pouted up at him. “You ok love?”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, come on, I wanna see Steve.” And with this he started back towards the reception, at a much slower pace, rubbing his slightly sore wrist.
Behind the reception desk was sat a young woman, busy writing on some patient file. Stefan cleared his throat to make her notice their presence. She gave a small start and looked up, her eyes opening wide as she realised who was standing in front of her.
“W-wing C, 3rd floor, room 6819...” she offered tentatively, pointing to her right.
Both men frowned at her.
“Excuse me?” Stefan asked, confused, looking around for someone who she could be talking to. There was no one.
The woman blushed prettily. “You are here to see Mr Steven Hewitt, am I right?”
“Err yes, yes we are...” Stefan replied.
She smiled and nodded. “That’s his room.”
A small stunned and nervous laugh escaped Brian’s lungs and he turned to look up at his lover, taking a deep breath and biting his lip.
“Thank you...” the bassist managed to utter and shook his head. He squeezed Brian’s hand which had slipped into his and they made their way to the elevators.
“Jesus Stef, I think my heart’s gonna jump out of my chest,” Brian laughed, looking more and more anxious as the elevator rose. “I’m so scared of what we’ll find in this room...” He let his head drop against his lover’s shoulder.
“I know, me too honey...” Stefan replied, his voice a little croaked.
They both inhaled sharply as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a disturbingly empty and endless corridor. The pale yellow walls and the typical smell in the air finished to make them sick. They walked down the corridor, bodies close to each other, hands clasped tightly, looking left and right in the hope of finding room 6819 and put an end to their suffering.
“There!” Brian exclaimed, his free hand grasping Stefan’s arm, squeezing tight.
They stopped in front of the green door, staring at it. The singer turned doe eyes to the bassist. “You open it, I.. I can’t.”
Stefan swallowed hard and lifted his hand, knocking on the door. They waited for an answer, praying to God that it’d come, which would mean Steve wasn’t in a coma or anything.
And it came, eventually. Though... “Come in!” called a woman voice.
Brian and Stefan looked at each other, worry flashing in their eyes. Stefan pushed the door slowly open, revealing the inside of the room.
A nurse was standing in front of Steve’s bed, hiding the upper part of his body from them, making it impossible for them to see what state he was in. That’s when a familiar laughter cut through the air, followed by...
“You know just what I need, don’t you?” Steve’s flirtatious voice directed to the nurse, making her giggle.
Both men standing in the doorway frowned, looking utterly confused as the nurse moved to the end of the bed, revealing a smiling Steve, sitting in his bed, looking just like he always did.
“What the...” Brian muttered to himself. His eyes moved down Steve’s body, taking in the plaster on his left leg. His gaze flashed back to his friend’s face, eyebrows raised questioningly.
“Hey guys!! What the hell are you doing here?!” Steve exclaimed in surprise, his smile growing wider anyway. “I thought you were in Sweden...” Silence. “Don’t stand there like a pair of leeks, come in!”
The only reaction he got was Stefan scratching his head and Brian looking completely lost.
After a few seconds of silence, punctuated by the nurse’s departure, they finally seemed to crash back on earth. Brian moved inside the room, going to stand next to Steve’s bed, his mouth going into action.
“What happened Steve? Are you ok?” He asked urgently, scanning the drummer’s arms for any sign or perfusions... There were none, only a bandage around his right hand.
“Erm yeah... I...”
“We got a phone call last night,” Stefan cut in, “from one of your relatives, saying that you had an accident and you’d been taken to the hospital and that we should come back.”
Steve frowned before a sheepish expression reached his features. “Oops...”
Brian and Stefan stared at their bandmate, starting to wonder what this was all about...
“Well, you see...” Steve started carefully, laughing nervously. “I was with a few of my cousins last night, hadn’t seen them in a while. Anyway, we got really pissed and erm... the light went off.”
The two lovers gave each other a look of disbelief.
“So you fell in the stairs or what?” Stefan asked him, trying to understand what role the light played in Steve being in hospital.
“No no no!” Steve laughed. “Well, I thought it was the electricity but obviously not since the Hi-Fi was still playing music... So erm, Mary, that’s my cousin, she started to freak out and I thought it was just the lightbulb, so I went to change it, took the ladder out and all but err... Well I dunno if you ever tried going up a ladder with about 3 grammes of alcohol in your blood but err it’s not that easy...”
“Are you saying you fell off a bloody ladder while trying to change a fucking lightbulb when you were pissed?” Brian asked for confirmation.
The sheepish look was back on Steve’s face. “Yes.”
“Fucking hell...” the singer sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“My mum told us your cousin Mary, I suppose she’s the one who called, was very upset and made it sound like you were dying or something...” Stefan raised an eyebrow, silently asking for explanation.
“Erm... I suppose I might have exaggerated a bit under the influence of the alcohol...” Steve averted his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t going to tell them he had made a huge fuss and yelled as if he was indeed going to die... “So you see, nothing very bad happened... You two shouldn’t have bothered coming back just for my leg, the nurse was being really helpful...” The drummer gave them a knowing smirk.
Brian and Stefan stared at their friend in disbelief. Without a word, they turned back on their heels and walked out of the room, ignoring Steve’s voice calling after them in a half sheepish half amused voice.
“Guys? Guys! Come on, come back! Guys!!”
As they walked back down the corridor to the elevators, Brian turned to look at his lover. “How long do you think it would take us to go back to Sweden?”
The end.
Author: j33_3
Fandom: Placebo
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing: Molsdal
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stefan takes Brian on a holiday... somewhere Brian hadn't expected...
Author's Note: This is the first really long fic i managed to write. It took me about a year and a half to write, on and off. It doesn't really have a plot as in the supsense sense of the word but it does follow a line and makes sense... I hope :D Oh and the Banana Café is a real place located in Paris.
I divided the fic according to the days in the story, ‘cause LJ wouldn’t take the whole thing. In all, there are 7 days, so 7 parts.
They hadn't been able to sleep in the end. They had just spent the night cuddled up on the bed, in complete silence but for the sound of ruffled clothes and sheets as Brian shifted position, the only sign of his nervosity. Morning had eventually arrived, bringing a tiny feeling of relief to the two men, knowing they had gotten this little bit closer to the moment they would be home, and that they would have something to busy their minds until then. They had both been ready long before Agneta had come knocking on their door announcing breakfast was on the kitchen table, and she had to use all of her mother influence to put some food into them. Then had come the difficult moment of saying goodbye. That wasn't the way they had planned to do it. They were supposed to leave after two happy weeks, with a promise of coming back again soon. They didn't have the two weeks, but they got the promise... as soon as things would be better. They'd even come with Steve, Stefan had said, because he was gonna be alright, wasn't he? A huge hug and a kiss from Agneta for both of them later, Fred had pulled them in the direction of the car, and, sat close to each other on the backseat they waved goodbye to Sweden. At the airport, Fred had taken care of the check in, helping as best as he could before finally leaving them as the screens had announced the boarding gate was open. He had made his son promise to call as soon as he'd have some news and with a tap on his son's back and a warm smile to Brian, he had turned on his heels and gone out of the doors. The flight to London had been nerve-racking. Stefan didn't think he'd see the end of it. Not only was he growing impatient, anxious to get to the hospital, but Brian also looked like he was gonna explode at any second. The combination of worry and plane crashing paranoia was just too much for him and Stefan had to force him to take a sleeping pill, assuring him he'd wake him up the very second the plane landed. Brian had eventually complied and a few minutes later had fallen asleep against Stefan's shoulder. After what had seemed like ages, Stefan had finally caught sight of familiar buildings through the clouds. He couldn't help a small relieved smile to creep over his lips. Half an hour later, he was shaking Brian, only half succeeding in waking up the small form cuddled up to him. He had done his best to help him out of the plane, until the singer had finally returned to the land of the living and was able to stand on his own. Leaving Brian behind, Stefan had rushed to the first taxi he could spot, almost throwing his suitcase inside under the outraged glare of an old lady who was about to get in. Embarrassed, he had focused his attention on Brian who was trotting as fast as he could with his huge suitcase behind him, still half asleep and a minute later they were finally on their way to the hospital Steve's relative had mentioned.
The second the taxi stopped in front of the entrance, Brian threw himself out, stumbling onto the pavement before catching his balance and hurrying towards the door. He turned around to see if Stefan was behind him but the Swede was only just stepping out of the taxi after having paid the surprised driver. Brian huffed as the bassist took his time to walk up to where he was standing, nervousity radiating from him as he tapped his foot on the ground.
“Come on, hurry up Stef!!” he grabbed his lover’s arm as soon as it was in reach and dragged him inside and through the waiting room, half running.
“Slow down Bri or you’re gonna...” Stefan stopped suddenly as Brian tripped over some crutch lying at the feet of a patient and fell flat on his face. “... fall...” He sighed and helped the singer up. “Be careful or you’ll end up with a bed of your own here.” Brian pouted up at him. “You ok love?”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, come on, I wanna see Steve.” And with this he started back towards the reception, at a much slower pace, rubbing his slightly sore wrist.
Behind the reception desk was sat a young woman, busy writing on some patient file. Stefan cleared his throat to make her notice their presence. She gave a small start and looked up, her eyes opening wide as she realised who was standing in front of her.
“W-wing C, 3rd floor, room 6819...” she offered tentatively, pointing to her right.
Both men frowned at her.
“Excuse me?” Stefan asked, confused, looking around for someone who she could be talking to. There was no one.
The woman blushed prettily. “You are here to see Mr Steven Hewitt, am I right?”
“Err yes, yes we are...” Stefan replied.
She smiled and nodded. “That’s his room.”
A small stunned and nervous laugh escaped Brian’s lungs and he turned to look up at his lover, taking a deep breath and biting his lip.
“Thank you...” the bassist managed to utter and shook his head. He squeezed Brian’s hand which had slipped into his and they made their way to the elevators.
“Jesus Stef, I think my heart’s gonna jump out of my chest,” Brian laughed, looking more and more anxious as the elevator rose. “I’m so scared of what we’ll find in this room...” He let his head drop against his lover’s shoulder.
“I know, me too honey...” Stefan replied, his voice a little croaked.
They both inhaled sharply as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a disturbingly empty and endless corridor. The pale yellow walls and the typical smell in the air finished to make them sick. They walked down the corridor, bodies close to each other, hands clasped tightly, looking left and right in the hope of finding room 6819 and put an end to their suffering.
“There!” Brian exclaimed, his free hand grasping Stefan’s arm, squeezing tight.
They stopped in front of the green door, staring at it. The singer turned doe eyes to the bassist. “You open it, I.. I can’t.”
Stefan swallowed hard and lifted his hand, knocking on the door. They waited for an answer, praying to God that it’d come, which would mean Steve wasn’t in a coma or anything.
And it came, eventually. Though... “Come in!” called a woman voice.
Brian and Stefan looked at each other, worry flashing in their eyes. Stefan pushed the door slowly open, revealing the inside of the room.
A nurse was standing in front of Steve’s bed, hiding the upper part of his body from them, making it impossible for them to see what state he was in. That’s when a familiar laughter cut through the air, followed by...
“You know just what I need, don’t you?” Steve’s flirtatious voice directed to the nurse, making her giggle.
Both men standing in the doorway frowned, looking utterly confused as the nurse moved to the end of the bed, revealing a smiling Steve, sitting in his bed, looking just like he always did.
“What the...” Brian muttered to himself. His eyes moved down Steve’s body, taking in the plaster on his left leg. His gaze flashed back to his friend’s face, eyebrows raised questioningly.
“Hey guys!! What the hell are you doing here?!” Steve exclaimed in surprise, his smile growing wider anyway. “I thought you were in Sweden...” Silence. “Don’t stand there like a pair of leeks, come in!”
The only reaction he got was Stefan scratching his head and Brian looking completely lost.
After a few seconds of silence, punctuated by the nurse’s departure, they finally seemed to crash back on earth. Brian moved inside the room, going to stand next to Steve’s bed, his mouth going into action.
“What happened Steve? Are you ok?” He asked urgently, scanning the drummer’s arms for any sign or perfusions... There were none, only a bandage around his right hand.
“Erm yeah... I...”
“We got a phone call last night,” Stefan cut in, “from one of your relatives, saying that you had an accident and you’d been taken to the hospital and that we should come back.”
Steve frowned before a sheepish expression reached his features. “Oops...”
Brian and Stefan stared at their bandmate, starting to wonder what this was all about...
“Well, you see...” Steve started carefully, laughing nervously. “I was with a few of my cousins last night, hadn’t seen them in a while. Anyway, we got really pissed and erm... the light went off.”
The two lovers gave each other a look of disbelief.
“So you fell in the stairs or what?” Stefan asked him, trying to understand what role the light played in Steve being in hospital.
“No no no!” Steve laughed. “Well, I thought it was the electricity but obviously not since the Hi-Fi was still playing music... So erm, Mary, that’s my cousin, she started to freak out and I thought it was just the lightbulb, so I went to change it, took the ladder out and all but err... Well I dunno if you ever tried going up a ladder with about 3 grammes of alcohol in your blood but err it’s not that easy...”
“Are you saying you fell off a bloody ladder while trying to change a fucking lightbulb when you were pissed?” Brian asked for confirmation.
The sheepish look was back on Steve’s face. “Yes.”
“Fucking hell...” the singer sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“My mum told us your cousin Mary, I suppose she’s the one who called, was very upset and made it sound like you were dying or something...” Stefan raised an eyebrow, silently asking for explanation.
“Erm... I suppose I might have exaggerated a bit under the influence of the alcohol...” Steve averted his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t going to tell them he had made a huge fuss and yelled as if he was indeed going to die... “So you see, nothing very bad happened... You two shouldn’t have bothered coming back just for my leg, the nurse was being really helpful...” The drummer gave them a knowing smirk.
Brian and Stefan stared at their friend in disbelief. Without a word, they turned back on their heels and walked out of the room, ignoring Steve’s voice calling after them in a half sheepish half amused voice.
“Guys? Guys! Come on, come back! Guys!!”
As they walked back down the corridor to the elevators, Brian turned to look at his lover. “How long do you think it would take us to go back to Sweden?”
The end.