In Case I Lose Myself Again [Now and Then, Here and There: Shu/Nabuca]
So back in, like, January I watched Now and Then, Here and There, and I got this idea for a fic after watching episode 5, but because the series is just so depressing and screwed up I kind of felt bad for shipping anything and felt worse the farther I got into the series, so I was like lol no. But then my computer was out of commission for a week and I was left with literally nothing to do so I ended up writing it out in my notebook anyway, and I typed it up once I had my computer back, and it's just been sitting there ever since because I still feel kind of eehhh about it conceptually and I've never heard an flister mention the series so I wasn't in any hurry to share. But, I mean. May as well post it anyway, right?
Title's from the Nine Inch Nails song Every Day is Exactly the Same, which in itself was almost the title; I told myself I'd stop cribbing Trent Reznor's titles. It's something of a gradual process. Oy vey.
Title: In Case I Lose Myself Again
Pairing:: Shu/Nabuca-ish [Now and Then, Here and There]
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~300
Summary: Long days and longer nights leave Shu shaken and not so keen on sleeping alone.
Notes: Set before the end of episode 5.
In Case I Lose Myself Again
Shu's shivering, bare feet cold from the bare floor, as he slips quietly under the thin covers of Nabuca's bed, silently hoping to do so without waking him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Nabuca hisses so quietly not even the boy in the bed adjacent would be able to hear him. Confident in his stealth abilities, Shu assumes he'd already been awake.
"Can't sleep," Shu whispers back, biting his lip cautiously when someone snores loudly and rolls over in a rustle of sheets. And it's true; whenever he closes his eyes and clears his mind all he can see is that man, and the gun, and so much blood-
"Go back to your own bed," Nabuca shoots back bluntly. "You smell like blood."
"So do you," Shu points out, sniffing the air. He doesn't, neither of them do, some fierce scrubbing has made sure of that, but Shu can smell it anyway and apparently he's not the only one. When Nabuca doesn't reply he cautiously adds, "Come on, there's no harm. It's fine, isn't it?" Groping the sheets awkwardly, his hand lands on Nabuca's, and Shu realizes he's not the only one shivering. He remembers Nabuca shaking like a leaf as the blood coating his clothes glistens in the dying light and beings to think that might be the reason he hasn't been unceremoniously kicked out on his ass as he'd half-expected.
Shu's not sure if he's imagining the waver in Nabuca's voice when he snaps, "Fine, do as you please." He closes his hand over Nabuca's and Nabuca does nothing to stop him, but Shu knows that doesn't change anything and tomorrow will be no different from today. But as Nabuca's breathing evens out and his gentle shaking stills, he wonders if that's not all right, just for now.
Title's from the Nine Inch Nails song Every Day is Exactly the Same, which in itself was almost the title; I told myself I'd stop cribbing Trent Reznor's titles. It's something of a gradual process. Oy vey.
Title: In Case I Lose Myself Again
Pairing:: Shu/Nabuca-ish [Now and Then, Here and There]
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~300
Summary: Long days and longer nights leave Shu shaken and not so keen on sleeping alone.
Notes: Set before the end of episode 5.
In Case I Lose Myself Again
Shu's shivering, bare feet cold from the bare floor, as he slips quietly under the thin covers of Nabuca's bed, silently hoping to do so without waking him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Nabuca hisses so quietly not even the boy in the bed adjacent would be able to hear him. Confident in his stealth abilities, Shu assumes he'd already been awake.
"Can't sleep," Shu whispers back, biting his lip cautiously when someone snores loudly and rolls over in a rustle of sheets. And it's true; whenever he closes his eyes and clears his mind all he can see is that man, and the gun, and so much blood-
"Go back to your own bed," Nabuca shoots back bluntly. "You smell like blood."
"So do you," Shu points out, sniffing the air. He doesn't, neither of them do, some fierce scrubbing has made sure of that, but Shu can smell it anyway and apparently he's not the only one. When Nabuca doesn't reply he cautiously adds, "Come on, there's no harm. It's fine, isn't it?" Groping the sheets awkwardly, his hand lands on Nabuca's, and Shu realizes he's not the only one shivering. He remembers Nabuca shaking like a leaf as the blood coating his clothes glistens in the dying light and beings to think that might be the reason he hasn't been unceremoniously kicked out on his ass as he'd half-expected.
Shu's not sure if he's imagining the waver in Nabuca's voice when he snaps, "Fine, do as you please." He closes his hand over Nabuca's and Nabuca does nothing to stop him, but Shu knows that doesn't change anything and tomorrow will be no different from today. But as Nabuca's breathing evens out and his gentle shaking stills, he wonders if that's not all right, just for now.