Threshold: Falling (Vagaries of Fate and Balance Remix)
[ Mild Lucas/Nigel | PG-13 | 518 words ]
Lucas accidentally traps himself and Nigel in a closet.
Original story: Berkeley, by tinheart, 100 words.
Remix author: dreams_power
Falling (Vagaries of Fate and Balance Remix)
“Dr. Fenway?” Lucas called, poking his head through the doorway to the medlab. The metallic surfaces of Fenway’s domain made him nervous. They were just so… sterile. At least in the A-V lab he shared with Ramsey there were traces of life: unfinished projects with their guts spread out over the tables, music CDs, take-out boxes, magazines he was sure Baylock would confiscate if he knew about them. Human things.
“Fenway?” He called again, a little louder.
“I’m over here!” The older man’s gruff voice came from his office, where the walls weren’t made of reinforced glass and he had some measure of privacy. It was technically just a semi-abandoned storage space, furnished with the most comfortable chair Nigel could find and an outlet he could plug his laptop into, but it did reduce the impression of being a lab rat.
Lucas shut the door to the medlab behind him before weaving his way to Fenway, taking special care not to go anywhere near examination equipment.
“If you’re not too busy-” he started, opening the door more than a crack. The white tail of a labcoat and the heel of a shoe were the only visible parts of Fenway as he rummaged through his office’s poorly-lit and perpetually disorganized walk-in closet.
“I’m always busy,” he grumbled, stretching to reach something on the upper shelves.
“Let me help-” Lucas said, using Fenway’s shoulder as leverage to reach the black box he assumed the doctor wanted.
Unfortunately, the additional weight unbalanced Fenway enough to launch him forward, Lucas tumbling after him with a startled yelp. Their combined momentum sprawled them on ground; the closet’s door clicked shut behind them.
“Crap.” Fenway wheezed.
“I’m so sorry!” Lucas managed, pushing himself up so he wasn’t pressed up against the other man, but his head hit the lowest shelf. He fell back onto Fenway with a whimper.
“I’m going to turn over, okay? I have a pen digging into my heart.”
“Um… yeah, sure.” Lucas did another push-up, but slower this time.
He stayed that way for as long as he could, even after Fenway repositioned himself, trying to reduce the embarrassment of the highly compromising position. For someone who’d hated push-ups since he was a child, he lasted a while.
“Please tell me there’s a knob.” He pleaded, giving up his fight with gravity.
“There is-on the other side of the door.”
“I’m so sorry, I can't believe I-” Lucas gingerly attempted shifting again. “I think my coat is trapped...”
“It’s-ow, ow, your elbow!-it’s okay, really.” Fenway, smiling underneath him, gave off only the slightest hint of condescension.
“Oh God.” Lucas dropped his head onto Fenway’s chest. “I am so sorry.”
Taking pity, Fenway patted the younger man on the back. He really was too nice to be spending time in a closet with a jaded man. “It’s okay, really. You know, the same thing happened with me and my lab partner back in Berkeley.”
Lucas’s head snapped up. “Really?”
Fenway nodded, but couldn’t resist adding. “Of course, she was trying to get into my pants.”
Lucas accidentally traps himself and Nigel in a closet.
Original story: Berkeley, by tinheart, 100 words.
Remix author: dreams_power
Falling (Vagaries of Fate and Balance Remix)
“Dr. Fenway?” Lucas called, poking his head through the doorway to the medlab. The metallic surfaces of Fenway’s domain made him nervous. They were just so… sterile. At least in the A-V lab he shared with Ramsey there were traces of life: unfinished projects with their guts spread out over the tables, music CDs, take-out boxes, magazines he was sure Baylock would confiscate if he knew about them. Human things.
“Fenway?” He called again, a little louder.
“I’m over here!” The older man’s gruff voice came from his office, where the walls weren’t made of reinforced glass and he had some measure of privacy. It was technically just a semi-abandoned storage space, furnished with the most comfortable chair Nigel could find and an outlet he could plug his laptop into, but it did reduce the impression of being a lab rat.
Lucas shut the door to the medlab behind him before weaving his way to Fenway, taking special care not to go anywhere near examination equipment.
“If you’re not too busy-” he started, opening the door more than a crack. The white tail of a labcoat and the heel of a shoe were the only visible parts of Fenway as he rummaged through his office’s poorly-lit and perpetually disorganized walk-in closet.
“I’m always busy,” he grumbled, stretching to reach something on the upper shelves.
“Let me help-” Lucas said, using Fenway’s shoulder as leverage to reach the black box he assumed the doctor wanted.
Unfortunately, the additional weight unbalanced Fenway enough to launch him forward, Lucas tumbling after him with a startled yelp. Their combined momentum sprawled them on ground; the closet’s door clicked shut behind them.
“Crap.” Fenway wheezed.
“I’m so sorry!” Lucas managed, pushing himself up so he wasn’t pressed up against the other man, but his head hit the lowest shelf. He fell back onto Fenway with a whimper.
“I’m going to turn over, okay? I have a pen digging into my heart.”
“Um… yeah, sure.” Lucas did another push-up, but slower this time.
He stayed that way for as long as he could, even after Fenway repositioned himself, trying to reduce the embarrassment of the highly compromising position. For someone who’d hated push-ups since he was a child, he lasted a while.
“Please tell me there’s a knob.” He pleaded, giving up his fight with gravity.
“There is-on the other side of the door.”
“I’m so sorry, I can't believe I-” Lucas gingerly attempted shifting again. “I think my coat is trapped...”
“It’s-ow, ow, your elbow!-it’s okay, really.” Fenway, smiling underneath him, gave off only the slightest hint of condescension.
“Oh God.” Lucas dropped his head onto Fenway’s chest. “I am so sorry.”
Taking pity, Fenway patted the younger man on the back. He really was too nice to be spending time in a closet with a jaded man. “It’s okay, really. You know, the same thing happened with me and my lab partner back in Berkeley.”
Lucas’s head snapped up. “Really?”
Fenway nodded, but couldn’t resist adding. “Of course, she was trying to get into my pants.”