Entry Two-2001, A Space Odyssey
Title: To the Moon and Back part 1 (of 3)
Author: Quetzal quetzals_nest
Fandom: 2001, A Space Odyssey
Pairing: Dave Bowman/OC
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1085
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Beta Reader: hexeengel
Author's Note: My awesome fake-sister hexeengel sent me the Savage Garden song To The Moon and Back because it made her think of Dave Bowman, who I think is, like, the ideal man. I was listening to it last night as well, and then I thought of this fic this morning when I woke up.
Spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie or read the book, and also a small spoiler if you haven’t read the sequel 2010.
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
It had been Rick Obholz who had introduced them.
Rick was an astrophysicist whom Dave befriended at a freshmen party back in his first year at Brown University. Now both men had graduated in their chosen fields, and were finally feeling like adults.
Though, Dave had always felt like an adult. He never felt like he belonged with the people his own age, except for a few people like Rick. Dave had just bought a larger apartment, without any roommates, where he could finally feel like a proper graduate. Moving all his belongings had been tedious and long, and the beer and pizza at the end of the day were devoured quickly.
“I think I hurt my wrist,” Dave commented, examining his left wrist. He had rammed it into a corner in the house and bent it the wrong way. He ignored it at first, but now that the moving-in was finished, the pain came back.
“You know where you should go?”
Dave sighed. “I’m not going to that spa.”
“I’m telling you,” Rick said, exasperated. “Obsidian Energy is great.”
“You know I don’t believe in that New Age crap.”
“It’s not crap, this thing she does... It’s like a massage.”
“I could just go to the doctor.”
“Who’ll tell you to pop some painkillers which you don’t take.”
“They make me drowsy...”
“Come with me to Obsidian Energy then! I’ve got an appointment. She’s never busy; I’m sure she can do something quick on your wrist.”
“You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
“Come on.”
“Fine,” Dave sighed, knowing he’d regret this. “I’ll go. Will you pick me up?”
“I’ll be here at two, tomorrow.”
He nodded. "Fine.”
Obsidian Energy was a small, white building with a black-purple sign. It had once been a house, Dave thought.
Inside, a beautiful reception hall greeted them. It was a soft white with gentle lighting. There was a dark wooden desk with an older woman sitting behind it.
“Hello, welcome to Obsidian Energy, how may I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Rick Obholz, I have an appointment for two-thirty.”
She scanned her appointment book. “Ah, yes, have a seat.”
“I was wondering if I could maybe book a short session right after for my friend?” He pushed Dave forward. "He hurt his wrist.”
“I can fit him in at three-thirty,” a voice called from a doorframe at the back of the room, “Rick, I’m ready for you.”
“So, what’s wrong with your wrist?”
“I, uhh, I was moving into my apartment yesterday and I guess I overworked it.”
She nodded and examined his wrist. Dave looked around the room. It was the same white as the reception hall, but the room was darker. The scent of lavender was in the air, probably from the flickering candles. There was a massage table in the center of the room, but Dave was sitting on a chair.
“This won’t take long,” she said.
He nodded.
She placed her hands over his wrist, and strangely enough, his wrist started to feel cool. She kept holding onto his wrist for a full twenty minutes. When she let go, Dave felt quite relaxed, and the pain in his wrist had diminished quite significantly.
She smiled at him, “How are you feeling?"
“Fine.”
“Be careful with that wrist for the rest of the day, it should be fine by tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Well?” Rick demanded once they got back in the car.
“It was just compression therapy.” Dave attempted to rationalize the encounter. “Her hands acted like a heating pad.”
Rick sighed, “You’ll never get it.”
“It sure as hell wasn’t worth $35. You pay $70 for a full hour every week?”
“I like it, it relaxes me and it helps me sleep.”
“You’re just wasting your money.”
“And you just don’t like things you can’t explain.”
Dave looked out the window at the cloudy, though bright, day. It was true; he did not like things he could not explain, not since his brother died all those years ago back in Florida.
About a week later, Dave and Rick had gone out to a local dive bar, to get out of the house and to do something. Both men were bored, still unable to find perfectly fulfilling jobs.
“Hey,” Dave pointed, “isn’t that the girl from Obsidian Energy?”
And so it was. She was sitting alone at the bar, staring into what looked like a rum and Coke. She looked positively bored with everything. A perky, younger woman had just come up to her, pointing excitedly at a tall, muscular, tanned man and holding a beer.
If anything, that made her more depressed.
“I think I’m going to talk to her,” Dave said firmly.
“Why? I thought you hated that new-age crap.”
“I do, but I don’t hate women.”
“What are you drinking?” Dave asked smoothly, sliding onto the bar stool beside her.
“How is your wrist?”
“Better now, thank you. You looked so sad and alone over here.”
“Ahh, my cousin.” She jerked her head to the perky woman, now flirting hard with the other guy. “I didn’t want to go out tonight, but she insisted, and then she abandoned me, yet again.”
“You can still have fun on your own.”
She looked over at him. "I’m not exactly the most social.”
“Well c’mon, share a drink with me at least.”
She half-smiled. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“David, but everyone calls me Dave.”
“And what do you do, Dave?”
“I’m an astronaut.”
She laughed. “Go ahead, pull the other one.”
“No, I actually am an astronaut. I’ve been considered for that Jupiter mission for 2001.”
She took a sip of her drink. “I’ve heard worse pick-up lines.”
They talked for a couple hours. Her cousin had since left with the other guy, and now she had no ride home.
“We can give you a ride,” Dave said. “It’s my car anyway.”
She smiled. "I’d like that.”
Rick was dropped off first, then when they arrived at her apartment, she paused before getting out of the car. “If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?”
“Probably follow you home.”
She leaned forward, gently brushing her lips on his. As she went to pull away, he took the back of her head and kissed her hard.
It was the first time she had ever slept with a man she picked up at a bar just hours before.
Author: Quetzal quetzals_nest
Fandom: 2001, A Space Odyssey
Pairing: Dave Bowman/OC
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1085
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Beta Reader: hexeengel
Author's Note: My awesome fake-sister hexeengel sent me the Savage Garden song To The Moon and Back because it made her think of Dave Bowman, who I think is, like, the ideal man. I was listening to it last night as well, and then I thought of this fic this morning when I woke up.
Spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie or read the book, and also a small spoiler if you haven’t read the sequel 2010.
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
It had been Rick Obholz who had introduced them.
Rick was an astrophysicist whom Dave befriended at a freshmen party back in his first year at Brown University. Now both men had graduated in their chosen fields, and were finally feeling like adults.
Though, Dave had always felt like an adult. He never felt like he belonged with the people his own age, except for a few people like Rick. Dave had just bought a larger apartment, without any roommates, where he could finally feel like a proper graduate. Moving all his belongings had been tedious and long, and the beer and pizza at the end of the day were devoured quickly.
“I think I hurt my wrist,” Dave commented, examining his left wrist. He had rammed it into a corner in the house and bent it the wrong way. He ignored it at first, but now that the moving-in was finished, the pain came back.
“You know where you should go?”
Dave sighed. “I’m not going to that spa.”
“I’m telling you,” Rick said, exasperated. “Obsidian Energy is great.”
“You know I don’t believe in that New Age crap.”
“It’s not crap, this thing she does... It’s like a massage.”
“I could just go to the doctor.”
“Who’ll tell you to pop some painkillers which you don’t take.”
“They make me drowsy...”
“Come with me to Obsidian Energy then! I’ve got an appointment. She’s never busy; I’m sure she can do something quick on your wrist.”
“You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
“Come on.”
“Fine,” Dave sighed, knowing he’d regret this. “I’ll go. Will you pick me up?”
“I’ll be here at two, tomorrow.”
He nodded. "Fine.”
Obsidian Energy was a small, white building with a black-purple sign. It had once been a house, Dave thought.
Inside, a beautiful reception hall greeted them. It was a soft white with gentle lighting. There was a dark wooden desk with an older woman sitting behind it.
“Hello, welcome to Obsidian Energy, how may I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Rick Obholz, I have an appointment for two-thirty.”
She scanned her appointment book. “Ah, yes, have a seat.”
“I was wondering if I could maybe book a short session right after for my friend?” He pushed Dave forward. "He hurt his wrist.”
“I can fit him in at three-thirty,” a voice called from a doorframe at the back of the room, “Rick, I’m ready for you.”
“So, what’s wrong with your wrist?”
“I, uhh, I was moving into my apartment yesterday and I guess I overworked it.”
She nodded and examined his wrist. Dave looked around the room. It was the same white as the reception hall, but the room was darker. The scent of lavender was in the air, probably from the flickering candles. There was a massage table in the center of the room, but Dave was sitting on a chair.
“This won’t take long,” she said.
He nodded.
She placed her hands over his wrist, and strangely enough, his wrist started to feel cool. She kept holding onto his wrist for a full twenty minutes. When she let go, Dave felt quite relaxed, and the pain in his wrist had diminished quite significantly.
She smiled at him, “How are you feeling?"
“Fine.”
“Be careful with that wrist for the rest of the day, it should be fine by tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Well?” Rick demanded once they got back in the car.
“It was just compression therapy.” Dave attempted to rationalize the encounter. “Her hands acted like a heating pad.”
Rick sighed, “You’ll never get it.”
“It sure as hell wasn’t worth $35. You pay $70 for a full hour every week?”
“I like it, it relaxes me and it helps me sleep.”
“You’re just wasting your money.”
“And you just don’t like things you can’t explain.”
Dave looked out the window at the cloudy, though bright, day. It was true; he did not like things he could not explain, not since his brother died all those years ago back in Florida.
About a week later, Dave and Rick had gone out to a local dive bar, to get out of the house and to do something. Both men were bored, still unable to find perfectly fulfilling jobs.
“Hey,” Dave pointed, “isn’t that the girl from Obsidian Energy?”
And so it was. She was sitting alone at the bar, staring into what looked like a rum and Coke. She looked positively bored with everything. A perky, younger woman had just come up to her, pointing excitedly at a tall, muscular, tanned man and holding a beer.
If anything, that made her more depressed.
“I think I’m going to talk to her,” Dave said firmly.
“Why? I thought you hated that new-age crap.”
“I do, but I don’t hate women.”
“What are you drinking?” Dave asked smoothly, sliding onto the bar stool beside her.
“How is your wrist?”
“Better now, thank you. You looked so sad and alone over here.”
“Ahh, my cousin.” She jerked her head to the perky woman, now flirting hard with the other guy. “I didn’t want to go out tonight, but she insisted, and then she abandoned me, yet again.”
“You can still have fun on your own.”
She looked over at him. "I’m not exactly the most social.”
“Well c’mon, share a drink with me at least.”
She half-smiled. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“David, but everyone calls me Dave.”
“And what do you do, Dave?”
“I’m an astronaut.”
She laughed. “Go ahead, pull the other one.”
“No, I actually am an astronaut. I’ve been considered for that Jupiter mission for 2001.”
She took a sip of her drink. “I’ve heard worse pick-up lines.”
They talked for a couple hours. Her cousin had since left with the other guy, and now she had no ride home.
“We can give you a ride,” Dave said. “It’s my car anyway.”
She smiled. "I’d like that.”
Rick was dropped off first, then when they arrived at her apartment, she paused before getting out of the car. “If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?”
“Probably follow you home.”
She leaned forward, gently brushing her lips on his. As she went to pull away, he took the back of her head and kissed her hard.
It was the first time she had ever slept with a man she picked up at a bar just hours before.