Alas! Another ficlet...sorry in advance for all the angst.
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Prompt by: gomezxhenrie at the drabble meme. Rachel: I’m scared of not being with you. Noah: Oh baby, that’ll never happen.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, there would be no plot. Only Puckleberry.
Enjoy!
They’re on their way home from the doctor’s office when she finally breaks down. She knows that he’s scared shitless, more so than he is, but she can’t help it. Her husband for ten years has a brain tumor. Even though she’s seen more Grey’s Anatomy than probably anyone on the planet, she’s fairly sure there’s no Derek Shepherd out there with some breakthrough cure for ginormous tumors.
He’s driving, but does his best to comfort her by rubbing circles on her back and pulling her close. That’s when she realizes that he shouldn’t be driving.
“Pull over,” she says. Her tears have ceased and now she’s just having a little trouble catching her breath. He just stares at her as if she’s crazy. It’s certainly not the first time he’s done that, but she can’t help but think it may be the last. He pulls over though (he always listens to her), and looks at her expectantly.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” Rachel says. “You have a brain tumor and you shouldn’t be driving.”
He rolls his eyes. “Rach, I’m in the same exact state that I was in while driving to the doctor’s. I’m pretty sure we can make it back in one piece.” He pauses for a second, then adds, "Plus you know how I feel about your driving skills. I'm sorry babe, you're amazing at pretty much everything, but your driving sucks."
She opens her mouth, as if to argue with him, but all that comes out is a sob. Noah automatically leans over and hugs her. He holds her there for a while, whispering in her ear that it’ll all be okay even though he doesn’t know that. He closes his eyes and lets a few tears of his own slip out.
“I’m scared of not being with you,” she says softly into his shoulder. He thinks his heart breaks even more at her words.
“Oh, baby that’ll never happen.” He’s scared of the exact same thing, more so than the actual tumor and upcoming surgeries, but his gut is telling him that they’re gonna make it.
“And don’t you dare die.”
He’s silent for a second, and then says, “Babe, I’ve survived living with you for the past twelve years of my life. Plus, I’m the biggest badass the world has ever seen. Do you really think I’m gonna let some stupid tumor kill me?”
She cracks a smile at that. Leave it to Noah Puckerman to make jokes when he’s just received arguably the worst news of his life.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“I should be asking you that question.”
“I completely agree. I mean, everyone already knows you’re crazy.”
She hits his arm, and he grins as he pulls the car back onto the highway. She thinks-no, she knows-that everything’s going to work out.
Prompt by: gomezxhenrie at the drabble meme. Rachel: I’m scared of not being with you. Noah: Oh baby, that’ll never happen.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, there would be no plot. Only Puckleberry.
Enjoy!
They’re on their way home from the doctor’s office when she finally breaks down. She knows that he’s scared shitless, more so than he is, but she can’t help it. Her husband for ten years has a brain tumor. Even though she’s seen more Grey’s Anatomy than probably anyone on the planet, she’s fairly sure there’s no Derek Shepherd out there with some breakthrough cure for ginormous tumors.
He’s driving, but does his best to comfort her by rubbing circles on her back and pulling her close. That’s when she realizes that he shouldn’t be driving.
“Pull over,” she says. Her tears have ceased and now she’s just having a little trouble catching her breath. He just stares at her as if she’s crazy. It’s certainly not the first time he’s done that, but she can’t help but think it may be the last. He pulls over though (he always listens to her), and looks at her expectantly.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” Rachel says. “You have a brain tumor and you shouldn’t be driving.”
He rolls his eyes. “Rach, I’m in the same exact state that I was in while driving to the doctor’s. I’m pretty sure we can make it back in one piece.” He pauses for a second, then adds, "Plus you know how I feel about your driving skills. I'm sorry babe, you're amazing at pretty much everything, but your driving sucks."
She opens her mouth, as if to argue with him, but all that comes out is a sob. Noah automatically leans over and hugs her. He holds her there for a while, whispering in her ear that it’ll all be okay even though he doesn’t know that. He closes his eyes and lets a few tears of his own slip out.
“I’m scared of not being with you,” she says softly into his shoulder. He thinks his heart breaks even more at her words.
“Oh, baby that’ll never happen.” He’s scared of the exact same thing, more so than the actual tumor and upcoming surgeries, but his gut is telling him that they’re gonna make it.
“And don’t you dare die.”
He’s silent for a second, and then says, “Babe, I’ve survived living with you for the past twelve years of my life. Plus, I’m the biggest badass the world has ever seen. Do you really think I’m gonna let some stupid tumor kill me?”
She cracks a smile at that. Leave it to Noah Puckerman to make jokes when he’s just received arguably the worst news of his life.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“I should be asking you that question.”
“I completely agree. I mean, everyone already knows you’re crazy.”
She hits his arm, and he grins as he pulls the car back onto the highway. She thinks-no, she knows-that everything’s going to work out.