Fic: The Horse You Rode In On
Title: The Horse You Rode In On
Pairings: Donna/Benzaie, Benzaie/Suede
Word Count: 504
H/C Bingo Prompt: Homesickness
Disclaimer: The verse and Donna are mine. Benzaie is not.
A/N: *slumps* Well, I did it. I managed to write angsty!Benzaie without a breakdown. Let's hope it was worth it.
Donna had seen many shocking things in her lifetime. Her bank actually managing to give her a loan without mountains of paperwork for a change, Michaud going a night without being a dick and giving Liz a lift home with no expectations of groping, Chick and Mary having a civil drink together... but none of that was as surprising as seeing Benzaie completely on his own, shaking slightly and with his head hung low.
She gave her drink order to Stacey and rushed over immediately to his corner.
"Benzaie, what's wrong?"
The Frenchman was snapped out of it and he raised his head, trying to grin at her. "Nothing, ma cherie."
She rolled her eyes and dragged him outside where they could talk and not be interrupted. "Don't take that tone with me, mister. I saw you crying."
He was still in denial mode. "Now why would I be crying when I have such pretty girls around me?"
She tapped her chin, smirking and knowing exactly where to hit him. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll tie you to a chair and leave you craving and horny while I fuck Paw."
He laughed almost genuinely and sat down on the ground against the wall. "Woman, you really know how to hurt a guy."
"That's why they pay me." She sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Now tell cherie what's wrong."
He leaned against her and she gulped at his vulnerableness. "I really miss home."
She tried to lighten the situation by looking at her watch. "In a few hours you'll be in your bed, watching crappy TV like normal." At his glare, she withered a little. "Okay, that wasn't funny."
"I haven't seen my parents in so long."
She stroked his hair gently, trying as best she could to soothe him. "I can talk to Chick? She'll convince Michaud and Ellis to give you a week off in her usual way, I'm sure."
"He'll be ashamed of me."
She blinked, confused. "Are we still talking about your Dad?"
His head was resting on her shoulder now. "And someone else."
Fidgeting a little, she tried to push down the jealousy that when this Suede guy came back, she wouldn't have one of her favorite guys anymore. "Now why would anyone be ashamed of you, sweetie?"
It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Why do you think? And I know this is only a temporary thing and I'll get another job when he comes back but I still don't think fresh-from-mission Mormons have a tendency to forgive and forget prostitution."
She rubbed his back, not really knowing the right words to say. "This Suede guy is nice, right?"
He was silent but smiling dreamily, which pretty much answered her question.
"And you two were together for how long?"
"'Bout a year."
She ruffled his hair affectionately. "Then I promise it will be okay when he comes back."
"I hope you're right."
Despite everything, she hoped so too.
Pairings: Donna/Benzaie, Benzaie/Suede
Word Count: 504
H/C Bingo Prompt: Homesickness
Disclaimer: The verse and Donna are mine. Benzaie is not.
A/N: *slumps* Well, I did it. I managed to write angsty!Benzaie without a breakdown. Let's hope it was worth it.
Donna had seen many shocking things in her lifetime. Her bank actually managing to give her a loan without mountains of paperwork for a change, Michaud going a night without being a dick and giving Liz a lift home with no expectations of groping, Chick and Mary having a civil drink together... but none of that was as surprising as seeing Benzaie completely on his own, shaking slightly and with his head hung low.
She gave her drink order to Stacey and rushed over immediately to his corner.
"Benzaie, what's wrong?"
The Frenchman was snapped out of it and he raised his head, trying to grin at her. "Nothing, ma cherie."
She rolled her eyes and dragged him outside where they could talk and not be interrupted. "Don't take that tone with me, mister. I saw you crying."
He was still in denial mode. "Now why would I be crying when I have such pretty girls around me?"
She tapped her chin, smirking and knowing exactly where to hit him. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll tie you to a chair and leave you craving and horny while I fuck Paw."
He laughed almost genuinely and sat down on the ground against the wall. "Woman, you really know how to hurt a guy."
"That's why they pay me." She sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Now tell cherie what's wrong."
He leaned against her and she gulped at his vulnerableness. "I really miss home."
She tried to lighten the situation by looking at her watch. "In a few hours you'll be in your bed, watching crappy TV like normal." At his glare, she withered a little. "Okay, that wasn't funny."
"I haven't seen my parents in so long."
She stroked his hair gently, trying as best she could to soothe him. "I can talk to Chick? She'll convince Michaud and Ellis to give you a week off in her usual way, I'm sure."
"He'll be ashamed of me."
She blinked, confused. "Are we still talking about your Dad?"
His head was resting on her shoulder now. "And someone else."
Fidgeting a little, she tried to push down the jealousy that when this Suede guy came back, she wouldn't have one of her favorite guys anymore. "Now why would anyone be ashamed of you, sweetie?"
It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Why do you think? And I know this is only a temporary thing and I'll get another job when he comes back but I still don't think fresh-from-mission Mormons have a tendency to forgive and forget prostitution."
She rubbed his back, not really knowing the right words to say. "This Suede guy is nice, right?"
He was silent but smiling dreamily, which pretty much answered her question.
"And you two were together for how long?"
"'Bout a year."
She ruffled his hair affectionately. "Then I promise it will be okay when he comes back."
"I hope you're right."
Despite everything, she hoped so too.