Mistakes (2/3)
It was requested, and I delivered. This is the followup to the Mavid rape-fic I wrote for the Kink Meme.
Title: Mistakes (2/3)
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: MC [Mature Content]
Pairing: None, really. Very light Cookstro that can be interpreted however the reader wishes.
Disclaimer: Not real, and I don't own any of the characters
Author's Notes: Yay! I managed to finish it on time. Early, even. :D Hope you like it. It's not my best work, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
OH. And it was Dolly Parton week when his blood pressure went crazy and he had to go to the hospital.. right?
The rest of the week seems to take forever to pass, especially with David trying to act like nothing's wrong. Keeping up the charade of being Michael's best friend and partner in crime so that the others won't ask questions. Acting like he's fine when he's really dying in side. Using his brother's illness as an excuse when he can't quite pretend.
He hasn't been alone with Michael since the older man had tried to apologize, and he speaks to him only as much as necessary, yet, nobody really seems to notice. As long as they still goof off behind the scenes, no one has reason to suspect a change. It's Jason, more so than David, who refuses to be near Michael, who is so blatantly angry with the Aussie. Nobody bothers to ask why, though. Nobody ever understands why Jason does what he does, and so they've learned not to ask.
Jason, David thinks, has been the only thing truly pulling him through. It's Jason who makes Michael stay away, and it's Jason who holds David when he breaks down and cries. David's even been sleeping in Jason's bed since it had happened. Jason had suggested it, looking at David with eyes that told the younger man that he understood the situation all too well. David was thankful for Jason, and for his offer. He couldn't bare the thought of having to sleep in that bed every night.
He feels like he's drowning. The stress of Adam's illness, the pressure of being on one of the top shows in America, the competitiveness of the show, and now, the added blow of having to deal with being raped by one of his best friends, it's just too much. It's been building all week, and when Tuesday hits, it's gotten to be too much. He barely makes it through his performance, yet still manages to pull it off wonderfully, struggles to wait out the rest of the show, but the weight of everything that's going on wins it's toll on him by the end of the night. He sees Michael's face as the room darkens and starts to spin, and Michael looks concerned, David blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his vision, and when he starts to sway, he reaches out, grabbing onto the nearest solid surface so that he doesn't fall. He faintly hears someone calling his name, and he looks up to see Jason's form swimming in his vision. He thinks Jason says his name again, but he isn't sure. He is sure, though, that Jason has wrapped him tightly in his arms, sitting down slowly. He hears someone else screaming something about help, and he blinks up at Jason, who looks like he might actually cry, the worry so clear in those blue eyes, and his golden skin turning paler by the second. The site breaks David's heart.
"David? David, what's wrong?", Jason wipes sweat off of David's forehead, "David? Can you hear me?"
"I'm fine," David says for the millionth time that night, people have been asking him that for hours, but there's not even an attempt at conviction this time. "Jason, the room's spinning so much," he whimpers.
"Shhh," Jason sooths, though his voice is still panicked, "Close your eyes, David."
David does as he's told, and just lays against Jason's chest, listening as he hears scrambling around the room. He hears someone telling everyone to get out of the way, and he hears his mother giving a rushed explanation about his blood pressure. He feels Jason's arm loosen around him, and then someone is lifting him out of Jason's arms, and he clings onto the fabric of the boy's shirt.
Jason carefully pries his fingers open. "It's okay, David. They're gonna get you help."
"But I'm fine", he insists again. He hates hospitals. He can't let them take him there.
"David, please", his mother insists, and David wonders when exactly she'd arrived. He slowly stops struggling, and lets them carry him out to the a car. He rests his head against the cool window, his eyes still closed, as they drive him to the hospital.
Back at the studio, no one is really sure what to think, but everyone keeps staring at Michael, silently questioning why it had been Jason, and not him, at David's side. To escape it, Michael takes his leave, heading outside into the cool night.
Was that, in some way, his fault? Stress can trigger high blood pressure, right? And sure, David had a lot of things going on right then, but he'd managed just fine until now. Until Michael had given him something else to worry and stress over. It was his fault, wasn't it? But David will be okay, won't he? Blood pressure can't kill someone ..can it?
He kicks at a small rock on the ground, sighing angrily. He's not sure if he's ever been this mad at himself. He has to try to talk to him again, he has to. Things need to be fixed. He decides that he'll talk to David when he gets home, better sooner than later.
However, when David finally gets home it's already into the early morning hours, and the man looks so weak, and so exhausted, that Michael makes no attempt to stop him as he moves to curl up in Jason's bed. He watches as Jason pulls him close, and whispers that he was worried. David just gives a low sigh, mumbles that he's sorry, and then he's out like a light, his breathing slows and evens out almost immediately.
He doesn't get his chance to speak to him the next day, either. No one is willing to let David out of their sight, lest he relapse or something. David insists over and over again that he is fine, but nobody is ready to believe him yet. On Thursday people have finally started to leave David alone, but Michael still can't get to him, not with Jason staring him down like he's knows Michael's planing to try something.
Michael only sees once choice left, and so he aproaches David while there are plenty of others around. "Hey, Dave?"
David glances up, "Yeah, Mike?", and there's the forced cover up.
"Can I have a word with you?", he glances around, "Alone?" He sees Jason's body tense from across the room, and the boy looks like he's about to stand.
David bites his bottom lip softly, "Can it wait?" Try to play it cool, try to pretend you're just too busy.
"No."
And David has no choice but to obey, because people are already starting to give him curious looks. He nods once, then follows Michael out into the hall.
The moment they are alone, David's fear is so intense that Michael can practically taste it. The two men are silent for a long moment, and David is looking anywhere but at the tall Australian in front of him. Michael sighs in frustration, and puts his hands out against the wall on either side of David pinning him there. He regrets his movements immediately because David practically jumps out of his skin, his eyes widening in terror.
"Hey.. no, David, calm down." Michael frowns sadly, "I'm not gonna hurt you." I already did that. "Look at me. Please?"
David's gaze remains fixed on the ground, and a soft tremble runs through his body. He flinches when Michael gently tilts his face upwards.
Michael's eyes sadden when David flinches. "I'm sorry, David. I am so, so sorry," he starts, and he locks his gaze with David's. "Please believe me."
David presses himself further against the wall, making as much space between himself and Michael as is possible. "I know," he whispers, "I know you're sorry."
"Then why can't you forgive me? Please, David. Just give me another chance. Just trust me."
Something flashes in David's eyes, "I did trust you, Michael!", he practically screams it, and he lowers his voice because he doesn't need anyone coming out to check on them. If truth be told, David was starting to feel angry. Not that he hadn't before, it's just that before it had been burried under the surface of misery and devastation. "I did trust you. Look where that got me." His voice is lower now, and it quivers over the last sentance. His gaze drops to the ground. "How am I supposed to trust anyone again?" The last question is spoken softly, almost to himself, almost as a plea.
"You trust Jason." Michael is surprised by the amount of bitterness in his voice as he says that. Even more surprised when David's head snaps back up.
"Don't bring him into this."
"Why not?"
"Because I can trust him. He'll never hurt me."
"Didn't you think the same thing about me? Who's to stop that from happening with him?" Okay, so maybe that wasn't really fair, or rational, but it was too late to take it back.
"You don't know anything, Michael!", and his voice raising again, "Jason knows what I'm going through, he'd never do anything to make it worse." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Besides, if he plans to do anything like that, he's passed up plenty of opportunities."
Michael frowns. It hurts his heart a little to hear these things. He'd considered Jason to be almost like a younger brother at one point, only a week ago. Also, if he's being honest with himself, he's glad that David has Jason to confide in, to use as a crutch. If David was trying to get through this alone.. Michael shivers slightly at the thought. He sighs, "Okay. I'm sorry. Just calm down."
David glares at him, but falls silent.
"Look, David.. I.. I'm sick of us not talking, y'know? Like, really talking. Not this goddamn fake-ass talking that we're doing in front of everyone else. I miss you. And I know, somewhere inside, you miss me, too."
The younger man looks down, not wanting to admit that Michael's right. He does miss Michael; the guy was practically his best friend. "I need time, Michael," he whispers after a long pause. "It's barely been a week. You can miss me for a little bit longer, can't you?"
That was probably the best Michael would get for a while, so after a moment, he nods. "But..someday.. someday we'll be okay again?"
David looks down again. "Yeah. Maybe someday we can be cool again. I don't know when, but.. someday." He bites his bottom lips softly, glancing up at Michael. "It.. it won't ever be the same again.."
Michael sighs quietly, a sad sigh. "I know."
A week later David would find out that he has quite a bit of time to heal. Time where he doesn't even have to pretend things are fine between him and the Aussie. He's got two months before they have to see each other again. David just prays that it's enough.
Title: Mistakes (2/3)
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Rating: MC [Mature Content]
Pairing: None, really. Very light Cookstro that can be interpreted however the reader wishes.
Disclaimer: Not real, and I don't own any of the characters
Author's Notes: Yay! I managed to finish it on time. Early, even. :D Hope you like it. It's not my best work, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
OH. And it was Dolly Parton week when his blood pressure went crazy and he had to go to the hospital.. right?
The rest of the week seems to take forever to pass, especially with David trying to act like nothing's wrong. Keeping up the charade of being Michael's best friend and partner in crime so that the others won't ask questions. Acting like he's fine when he's really dying in side. Using his brother's illness as an excuse when he can't quite pretend.
He hasn't been alone with Michael since the older man had tried to apologize, and he speaks to him only as much as necessary, yet, nobody really seems to notice. As long as they still goof off behind the scenes, no one has reason to suspect a change. It's Jason, more so than David, who refuses to be near Michael, who is so blatantly angry with the Aussie. Nobody bothers to ask why, though. Nobody ever understands why Jason does what he does, and so they've learned not to ask.
Jason, David thinks, has been the only thing truly pulling him through. It's Jason who makes Michael stay away, and it's Jason who holds David when he breaks down and cries. David's even been sleeping in Jason's bed since it had happened. Jason had suggested it, looking at David with eyes that told the younger man that he understood the situation all too well. David was thankful for Jason, and for his offer. He couldn't bare the thought of having to sleep in that bed every night.
He feels like he's drowning. The stress of Adam's illness, the pressure of being on one of the top shows in America, the competitiveness of the show, and now, the added blow of having to deal with being raped by one of his best friends, it's just too much. It's been building all week, and when Tuesday hits, it's gotten to be too much. He barely makes it through his performance, yet still manages to pull it off wonderfully, struggles to wait out the rest of the show, but the weight of everything that's going on wins it's toll on him by the end of the night. He sees Michael's face as the room darkens and starts to spin, and Michael looks concerned, David blinks his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his vision, and when he starts to sway, he reaches out, grabbing onto the nearest solid surface so that he doesn't fall. He faintly hears someone calling his name, and he looks up to see Jason's form swimming in his vision. He thinks Jason says his name again, but he isn't sure. He is sure, though, that Jason has wrapped him tightly in his arms, sitting down slowly. He hears someone else screaming something about help, and he blinks up at Jason, who looks like he might actually cry, the worry so clear in those blue eyes, and his golden skin turning paler by the second. The site breaks David's heart.
"David? David, what's wrong?", Jason wipes sweat off of David's forehead, "David? Can you hear me?"
"I'm fine," David says for the millionth time that night, people have been asking him that for hours, but there's not even an attempt at conviction this time. "Jason, the room's spinning so much," he whimpers.
"Shhh," Jason sooths, though his voice is still panicked, "Close your eyes, David."
David does as he's told, and just lays against Jason's chest, listening as he hears scrambling around the room. He hears someone telling everyone to get out of the way, and he hears his mother giving a rushed explanation about his blood pressure. He feels Jason's arm loosen around him, and then someone is lifting him out of Jason's arms, and he clings onto the fabric of the boy's shirt.
Jason carefully pries his fingers open. "It's okay, David. They're gonna get you help."
"But I'm fine", he insists again. He hates hospitals. He can't let them take him there.
"David, please", his mother insists, and David wonders when exactly she'd arrived. He slowly stops struggling, and lets them carry him out to the a car. He rests his head against the cool window, his eyes still closed, as they drive him to the hospital.
Back at the studio, no one is really sure what to think, but everyone keeps staring at Michael, silently questioning why it had been Jason, and not him, at David's side. To escape it, Michael takes his leave, heading outside into the cool night.
Was that, in some way, his fault? Stress can trigger high blood pressure, right? And sure, David had a lot of things going on right then, but he'd managed just fine until now. Until Michael had given him something else to worry and stress over. It was his fault, wasn't it? But David will be okay, won't he? Blood pressure can't kill someone ..can it?
He kicks at a small rock on the ground, sighing angrily. He's not sure if he's ever been this mad at himself. He has to try to talk to him again, he has to. Things need to be fixed. He decides that he'll talk to David when he gets home, better sooner than later.
However, when David finally gets home it's already into the early morning hours, and the man looks so weak, and so exhausted, that Michael makes no attempt to stop him as he moves to curl up in Jason's bed. He watches as Jason pulls him close, and whispers that he was worried. David just gives a low sigh, mumbles that he's sorry, and then he's out like a light, his breathing slows and evens out almost immediately.
He doesn't get his chance to speak to him the next day, either. No one is willing to let David out of their sight, lest he relapse or something. David insists over and over again that he is fine, but nobody is ready to believe him yet. On Thursday people have finally started to leave David alone, but Michael still can't get to him, not with Jason staring him down like he's knows Michael's planing to try something.
Michael only sees once choice left, and so he aproaches David while there are plenty of others around. "Hey, Dave?"
David glances up, "Yeah, Mike?", and there's the forced cover up.
"Can I have a word with you?", he glances around, "Alone?" He sees Jason's body tense from across the room, and the boy looks like he's about to stand.
David bites his bottom lip softly, "Can it wait?" Try to play it cool, try to pretend you're just too busy.
"No."
And David has no choice but to obey, because people are already starting to give him curious looks. He nods once, then follows Michael out into the hall.
The moment they are alone, David's fear is so intense that Michael can practically taste it. The two men are silent for a long moment, and David is looking anywhere but at the tall Australian in front of him. Michael sighs in frustration, and puts his hands out against the wall on either side of David pinning him there. He regrets his movements immediately because David practically jumps out of his skin, his eyes widening in terror.
"Hey.. no, David, calm down." Michael frowns sadly, "I'm not gonna hurt you." I already did that. "Look at me. Please?"
David's gaze remains fixed on the ground, and a soft tremble runs through his body. He flinches when Michael gently tilts his face upwards.
Michael's eyes sadden when David flinches. "I'm sorry, David. I am so, so sorry," he starts, and he locks his gaze with David's. "Please believe me."
David presses himself further against the wall, making as much space between himself and Michael as is possible. "I know," he whispers, "I know you're sorry."
"Then why can't you forgive me? Please, David. Just give me another chance. Just trust me."
Something flashes in David's eyes, "I did trust you, Michael!", he practically screams it, and he lowers his voice because he doesn't need anyone coming out to check on them. If truth be told, David was starting to feel angry. Not that he hadn't before, it's just that before it had been burried under the surface of misery and devastation. "I did trust you. Look where that got me." His voice is lower now, and it quivers over the last sentance. His gaze drops to the ground. "How am I supposed to trust anyone again?" The last question is spoken softly, almost to himself, almost as a plea.
"You trust Jason." Michael is surprised by the amount of bitterness in his voice as he says that. Even more surprised when David's head snaps back up.
"Don't bring him into this."
"Why not?"
"Because I can trust him. He'll never hurt me."
"Didn't you think the same thing about me? Who's to stop that from happening with him?" Okay, so maybe that wasn't really fair, or rational, but it was too late to take it back.
"You don't know anything, Michael!", and his voice raising again, "Jason knows what I'm going through, he'd never do anything to make it worse." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Besides, if he plans to do anything like that, he's passed up plenty of opportunities."
Michael frowns. It hurts his heart a little to hear these things. He'd considered Jason to be almost like a younger brother at one point, only a week ago. Also, if he's being honest with himself, he's glad that David has Jason to confide in, to use as a crutch. If David was trying to get through this alone.. Michael shivers slightly at the thought. He sighs, "Okay. I'm sorry. Just calm down."
David glares at him, but falls silent.
"Look, David.. I.. I'm sick of us not talking, y'know? Like, really talking. Not this goddamn fake-ass talking that we're doing in front of everyone else. I miss you. And I know, somewhere inside, you miss me, too."
The younger man looks down, not wanting to admit that Michael's right. He does miss Michael; the guy was practically his best friend. "I need time, Michael," he whispers after a long pause. "It's barely been a week. You can miss me for a little bit longer, can't you?"
That was probably the best Michael would get for a while, so after a moment, he nods. "But..someday.. someday we'll be okay again?"
David looks down again. "Yeah. Maybe someday we can be cool again. I don't know when, but.. someday." He bites his bottom lips softly, glancing up at Michael. "It.. it won't ever be the same again.."
Michael sighs quietly, a sad sigh. "I know."
A week later David would find out that he has quite a bit of time to heal. Time where he doesn't even have to pretend things are fine between him and the Aussie. He's got two months before they have to see each other again. David just prays that it's enough.