Another Ryan/Pat ficlet :P
Title: Coming Home
Pairing: Ryan/Pat
Form: Ficlet
Summary: Ryan is coming home.
Disclaimer: Yeah I don’t own anything. Um..this doesn’t imply anything about the people mentioned. Just a little made up story.
Author’s Notes: Yeah, I’m pretty bored so I can’t imagine this being too good. Enjoy anyway :)
The heavy drops of rain splattered hard against the shiny glass. Ryan shivered as freezing cold water dripped down his neck. He was already drenched, he was even colder due to the fact his clothes were literally sticking to him and his hair was saturated in the ice cold droplets. He shivered, yanking the door of the taxi open, tossing his bags into the back seat, jumping into the back.
“I’ve just come back from Britain, you’d think I would have remembered a damn coat.” Ryan exclaimed, his comical comment seeming a bit lost in the fact he was actually pissed off at how incredibly cold he was. The Cab driver chuckled slightly from the seat in front.
“Well, welcome to Seattle.”
“Yeah…good to be back I guess.” Ryan shivered, pulling his seat belt on quickly. Crossing his arms over his chest tightly, he instructed the driver where to take him, still shivering profusely. He sat back in the seat, trying to relax slightly, not feeling fully comfortable in the backseat soaking wet. Sighing tiredly, he leant his back against the back of the seat, glancing at his reflection in the small droplets on the window, widening his eyes slightly.
“Wow…you look like a living corpse.” He thought quietly to himself, running his hand through his cold, wet hair, shivering slightly again. “What’s Pat going to think eh?”
He stopped, repeating Pat’s name gently in his mind, a small smirk appearing on his lips. He glanced down at his wedding ring on his finger, fiddling with it slightly, thoughts of his beautiful wife clouding his mind. He absentmindedly pulled his wallet from his bag, opening it up, smiling softly as he withdrew a picture from the waterproof pocket. He glanced back at his ring again, before truly relaxing as he gazed back at the picture, knowing she’d be waiting up for him at home, knowing she’d sprint to hug him tightly, despite the fact he’d be soaking wet. Biting his lip, he continued to smile lovingly, tenderly running his thumb across her angelic smile in the picture, before softly whispering to himself.
“I’m coming home.”
Pairing: Ryan/Pat
Form: Ficlet
Summary: Ryan is coming home.
Disclaimer: Yeah I don’t own anything. Um..this doesn’t imply anything about the people mentioned. Just a little made up story.
Author’s Notes: Yeah, I’m pretty bored so I can’t imagine this being too good. Enjoy anyway :)
The heavy drops of rain splattered hard against the shiny glass. Ryan shivered as freezing cold water dripped down his neck. He was already drenched, he was even colder due to the fact his clothes were literally sticking to him and his hair was saturated in the ice cold droplets. He shivered, yanking the door of the taxi open, tossing his bags into the back seat, jumping into the back.
“I’ve just come back from Britain, you’d think I would have remembered a damn coat.” Ryan exclaimed, his comical comment seeming a bit lost in the fact he was actually pissed off at how incredibly cold he was. The Cab driver chuckled slightly from the seat in front.
“Well, welcome to Seattle.”
“Yeah…good to be back I guess.” Ryan shivered, pulling his seat belt on quickly. Crossing his arms over his chest tightly, he instructed the driver where to take him, still shivering profusely. He sat back in the seat, trying to relax slightly, not feeling fully comfortable in the backseat soaking wet. Sighing tiredly, he leant his back against the back of the seat, glancing at his reflection in the small droplets on the window, widening his eyes slightly.
“Wow…you look like a living corpse.” He thought quietly to himself, running his hand through his cold, wet hair, shivering slightly again. “What’s Pat going to think eh?”
He stopped, repeating Pat’s name gently in his mind, a small smirk appearing on his lips. He glanced down at his wedding ring on his finger, fiddling with it slightly, thoughts of his beautiful wife clouding his mind. He absentmindedly pulled his wallet from his bag, opening it up, smiling softly as he withdrew a picture from the waterproof pocket. He glanced back at his ring again, before truly relaxing as he gazed back at the picture, knowing she’d be waiting up for him at home, knowing she’d sprint to hug him tightly, despite the fact he’d be soaking wet. Biting his lip, he continued to smile lovingly, tenderly running his thumb across her angelic smile in the picture, before softly whispering to himself.
“I’m coming home.”