Together [Blink ficlet]
Just a little Blink ficlet I wrote in responce to the utter lack of Sparrow and Nightengale fic out there.
Title: Together
Author: maidm
Rating: PG. Nothing bad.
Spoilers: Heavy spoilers for Blink.
Pairings: Sally/Larry
“The Little Mermaid?”
Larry watched Sally dubiously as she put the DVD into the player. She had sent him into the kitchen to make tea while she set up something to watch. After their exhilarating encounter with The Weeping Angels, neither of them had felt like walking home alone, and they certainly didn’t feel like sleeping. Without planning it, they had both ended up in Sally’s apartment.
“My niece left it here,” Sally said as she set up the film, “All my other DVDs have that Doctor Easter egg-thing on them, and I know that’s all I’d be thinking about while we watched it. Besides,” she added, tossing him on of her cases, “Do you really feel like watching Angel Eyes?"
Larry winced at the title on the DVD box. “I guess not. Little Mermaid it is. Here.” He passed her the tea. Sally took a long, slow breath of the hot steam, then took a sip. It scorched her tongue, but felt delightfully calming sliding down her throat and warming her insides, which had stayed cold and trembling since they’d left Wester Drumlins.
“I made it from the tin marked de-caf,” Larry said, his voice sounding almost apologetic, “I don’t think either of us need any caffeine.”
Sally smiled at him. She had been trying hard to hide it, but she knew she was still trembling.
They watched their way through The Little Mermaid, each perched on one end of the couch so that their knees leaned together under the blanket Sally had thrown over them. It was comforting to Sally, to not only see Larry, his eyes flickering between watching the screen and watching her, but to feel the solid warmth of his leg pressed against hers. The practical side of her knew that Larry wouldn’t be much help if the Weeping Angels did manage to find their way to Sally’s apartment. But the other side, the side that still believed that would ignore you if you ignored them, was comforted by the presence of another body, like nothing would dare attack them while the two of them were there.
After The Little Mermaid was finished, Sally put in another film almost automatically. By the time they had gotten through West Side Story, Pirates of the Caribbean, and several recorded episodes of The Eastenders, Sally was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
“Sally,” Larry said, snapping her to attention from what she thought was only resting her eyes.
“What?” she snapped back, crabby from lack of sleep.
“Go to bed.”
Sally looked over. Larry was red-eyed with dark circles. She knew he was still avoiding blinking for as long as he could. His red hair was standing on end from where he was leaning against the back of the couch.
Sally shook his comment off. “We’re both to scared to go to bed,” she said, fixed her eyes on the screen, pretending to be terribly interested in who the first assistant director was.
She could hear Larry swallowing beside her, then he said quickly, as if he was trying to get it all out in one breath, “If it’ll make you feel better, I can stay on the couch. Y’know, stick together and all.” He coughed nervously. “Whatever you want.”
Sally smiled at him, and found herself almost laughing. “Come one,” she said teasingly, “I know you just don’t want to go home by yourself.”
Larry turned a little red, but he laughed, too, and Sally went into the next room to get the spare blankets.
Once she had Larry settled in (he claimed he could fall asleep anywhere and she didn’t have to make so much fuss), she went into her own room to get ready for sleep. First she found it frightening in the dark room by herself. But then she found that when she left the door slightly ajar and angled it just so, she could see the top of Larry’s head from her bed, with his mess of strawberry-blond hair resting on the white pillow she had lent him.
Sally climbed into bed and turned out the light. The light spilling in from the open window gave just enough light to see Larry’s sleeping form in the next room. Sally sighed and settled in to sleep, wondering if she’d ever be able to fall asleep in an empty apartment again.
If you go to my journal you can also see a drabble-type thing-y out of control that this stems off of.
I hope you enjoy!
Title: Together
Author: maidm
Rating: PG. Nothing bad.
Spoilers: Heavy spoilers for Blink.
Pairings: Sally/Larry
“The Little Mermaid?”
Larry watched Sally dubiously as she put the DVD into the player. She had sent him into the kitchen to make tea while she set up something to watch. After their exhilarating encounter with The Weeping Angels, neither of them had felt like walking home alone, and they certainly didn’t feel like sleeping. Without planning it, they had both ended up in Sally’s apartment.
“My niece left it here,” Sally said as she set up the film, “All my other DVDs have that Doctor Easter egg-thing on them, and I know that’s all I’d be thinking about while we watched it. Besides,” she added, tossing him on of her cases, “Do you really feel like watching Angel Eyes?"
Larry winced at the title on the DVD box. “I guess not. Little Mermaid it is. Here.” He passed her the tea. Sally took a long, slow breath of the hot steam, then took a sip. It scorched her tongue, but felt delightfully calming sliding down her throat and warming her insides, which had stayed cold and trembling since they’d left Wester Drumlins.
“I made it from the tin marked de-caf,” Larry said, his voice sounding almost apologetic, “I don’t think either of us need any caffeine.”
Sally smiled at him. She had been trying hard to hide it, but she knew she was still trembling.
They watched their way through The Little Mermaid, each perched on one end of the couch so that their knees leaned together under the blanket Sally had thrown over them. It was comforting to Sally, to not only see Larry, his eyes flickering between watching the screen and watching her, but to feel the solid warmth of his leg pressed against hers. The practical side of her knew that Larry wouldn’t be much help if the Weeping Angels did manage to find their way to Sally’s apartment. But the other side, the side that still believed that would ignore you if you ignored them, was comforted by the presence of another body, like nothing would dare attack them while the two of them were there.
After The Little Mermaid was finished, Sally put in another film almost automatically. By the time they had gotten through West Side Story, Pirates of the Caribbean, and several recorded episodes of The Eastenders, Sally was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
“Sally,” Larry said, snapping her to attention from what she thought was only resting her eyes.
“What?” she snapped back, crabby from lack of sleep.
“Go to bed.”
Sally looked over. Larry was red-eyed with dark circles. She knew he was still avoiding blinking for as long as he could. His red hair was standing on end from where he was leaning against the back of the couch.
Sally shook his comment off. “We’re both to scared to go to bed,” she said, fixed her eyes on the screen, pretending to be terribly interested in who the first assistant director was.
She could hear Larry swallowing beside her, then he said quickly, as if he was trying to get it all out in one breath, “If it’ll make you feel better, I can stay on the couch. Y’know, stick together and all.” He coughed nervously. “Whatever you want.”
Sally smiled at him, and found herself almost laughing. “Come one,” she said teasingly, “I know you just don’t want to go home by yourself.”
Larry turned a little red, but he laughed, too, and Sally went into the next room to get the spare blankets.
Once she had Larry settled in (he claimed he could fall asleep anywhere and she didn’t have to make so much fuss), she went into her own room to get ready for sleep. First she found it frightening in the dark room by herself. But then she found that when she left the door slightly ajar and angled it just so, she could see the top of Larry’s head from her bed, with his mess of strawberry-blond hair resting on the white pillow she had lent him.
Sally climbed into bed and turned out the light. The light spilling in from the open window gave just enough light to see Larry’s sleeping form in the next room. Sally sighed and settled in to sleep, wondering if she’d ever be able to fall asleep in an empty apartment again.
If you go to my journal you can also see a drabble-type thing-y out of control that this stems off of.
I hope you enjoy!