Stay
Title: Stay
Characters/Pairings: Sid/Cassie
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Warnings: Present tense! Otherwise none.
Summary: Starts right where the finale ended. Sid wants Cassie to stay.
Spoilers: The whole show.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins.
Author's Note: Right now this is just a one-shot, but I can continue on with it if I really want.
He holds her hand tightly and the only thing he’s conscious of his how soft and warm her skin feels. Well, okay, he’s also slightly aware of his forehead, which has been throbbing painfully ever since that guy head-butted him at Anwar’s party. And what the fuck was that all about anyway? But after getting beat up by Jal’s brothers, and those scary our-gang-likes-to-dress-in-happy-colors girls, and Tony getting a few good punches in and that Russian guy hitting him with a chair, Sid’s quite used to pain; so he ignores his forehead and focuses solely on Cassie’s hand and thinks about how he can’t let go. Not ever.
It seems as though ever since that day that Tony and Michelle elected Cassie for the unhappy task of relieving Sid of his virginity, he’s been trying desperately to hold on to her. Before then, Cassie was just this kind of strange girl who hung out with Michelle and Jal sometimes. One week she’d be in school and at parties and the next week she’d be in the hospital or clinic or outer space, or wherever the hell she went to when she was missing; Sid never cared. She spent years dancing in and out of his life, and he never really noticed: she was blonde and pale and too skinny and sort of just blended in with the scenery. But after that night of rearranging food and jumping on a trampoline, he felt as though he had to help her, just like he helped everyone else.
Suddenly he was telling her that he cared whether or not she ate, and suddenly he wanted her to stop disappearing to the hospital or clinic or outer space. He wanted her there, with him.
And he didn’t want her to go to Scotland.
She did say that she was leaving that night, and now it was morning, the sun rising over Bristol and she’s still there, right next to him, holding his hand. He wants to ask her what was going on: was she staying or going? But he’s afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll just say the wrong thing and she’ll disappear like she always does and everything will go to hell again. So he doesn’t say anything.
They sit and hold hands and watch the light creep into the dark alleyways of the city. And everything’s perfect - just perfect.
Then his fucking mobile rings. And rings. And rings.
“Are you going to answer that?” Cassie asks, and Sid notices that her head now rests on his shoulder.
“Nope,” he replies, squeezing her hand just a little. She tilts her head and smiles up at him, her big smile that lights up her entire face. She’s so close; he could kiss her if he wanted to close that small gap between them.
“Take me home.”
His mind is suddenly filled with confusion at the demand. Did she still have a home? Was she ever going to really leave it in the first place?
“Take me to your home,” she clarifies after reading the confusion that must have shown on his face. He nods and stands, bringing her up with him. They walk down the grassy hill back to the bus stop. Several people are standing there, waiting for the bus to take them to work or school or wherever they go; Sid doesn’t care. Cassie stands in front of him and he wraps his arms around her and rests his head on her shoulder, half asleep after being locked in a fucking padded room for most of the day before. She leans into his embrace and they support each other as they wait for the bus, which comes with an annoyingly loud screech.
Cassie leads him to a seat in the back. He sits down and she sits next to him, but turns towards him so that she can rest her legs on top of his lap and curl up in his side. He feels his mouth pulling upward on one side and he wraps one arm around her shoulders and rests the other over her legs.
The bus ride to his house is forty minutes, and over that forty minutes, both his and Cassie’s mobiles ring every five minutes or so. Neither answer.
No one’s home when they arrive at his house, and he’s thankful. He opens his mouth to ask Cassie if she wants something to eat, because he does. He hasn’t eaten in over twenty four fucking hours and he’s fucking hungry, but then he realizes that Cassie doesn’t eat - not much anyway - and that she’s probably not hungry, or at least that’s what she’ll say. So he closes his mouth and follows Cassie up the stairs to his room, all the while thinking about how he needs to get that girl to eat. She needs to stay with him; she can’t shrivel up and disappear from lack of food.
His mobile rings just as he’s stepping into his room; Cassie’s already heading toward his bed and has her back toward him, so he takes the moment to pull his mobile out of his pants pocket to see who’s calling him. It’s Michelle and he drops his phone back into his pocket; he left Cassie for her once and wasn’t about to do it again. Besides, Cassie’s taking off her clothes.
Suddenly he’s very, very awake despite the fact that he’s been up for over a day. And, yeah, he’s seen Cassie in her knickers before. How many parties had they gone to where clothes were shed and food was thrown? But this is different. This time they’re alone and in his room and alone…in his room!
She sits at the foot of his bed just as her mobile rings in her discarded dress. She leans over and fishes it out of the clothing.
“Oh wow. Anwar’s calling me. He never calls me,” she says, that huge smile spreading across her face once again, and Sid’s slightly scared that she’ll actually answer, but the phone slips out of her hand and lands back on the pile of clothing as she scoots up to his pillow. “I’m so tired.”
Sid realizes that she’s probably not thinking about sex at the moment, so he tells Mr. Happy to calm down as he peels off his own clothes and collapses into bed next to her. She laughs and brings a hand to take off his knit cap and glasses. And then she’s asleep; she’s just like a child. Sid watches her for a few minutes before the constant ringing of both of their mobiles lure him into a deep, peaceful sleep, Cassie right there in his arms, safe and sound and solid.
Characters/Pairings: Sid/Cassie
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Warnings: Present tense! Otherwise none.
Summary: Starts right where the finale ended. Sid wants Cassie to stay.
Spoilers: The whole show.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins.
Author's Note: Right now this is just a one-shot, but I can continue on with it if I really want.
He holds her hand tightly and the only thing he’s conscious of his how soft and warm her skin feels. Well, okay, he’s also slightly aware of his forehead, which has been throbbing painfully ever since that guy head-butted him at Anwar’s party. And what the fuck was that all about anyway? But after getting beat up by Jal’s brothers, and those scary our-gang-likes-to-dress-in-happy-colors girls, and Tony getting a few good punches in and that Russian guy hitting him with a chair, Sid’s quite used to pain; so he ignores his forehead and focuses solely on Cassie’s hand and thinks about how he can’t let go. Not ever.
It seems as though ever since that day that Tony and Michelle elected Cassie for the unhappy task of relieving Sid of his virginity, he’s been trying desperately to hold on to her. Before then, Cassie was just this kind of strange girl who hung out with Michelle and Jal sometimes. One week she’d be in school and at parties and the next week she’d be in the hospital or clinic or outer space, or wherever the hell she went to when she was missing; Sid never cared. She spent years dancing in and out of his life, and he never really noticed: she was blonde and pale and too skinny and sort of just blended in with the scenery. But after that night of rearranging food and jumping on a trampoline, he felt as though he had to help her, just like he helped everyone else.
Suddenly he was telling her that he cared whether or not she ate, and suddenly he wanted her to stop disappearing to the hospital or clinic or outer space. He wanted her there, with him.
And he didn’t want her to go to Scotland.
She did say that she was leaving that night, and now it was morning, the sun rising over Bristol and she’s still there, right next to him, holding his hand. He wants to ask her what was going on: was she staying or going? But he’s afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll just say the wrong thing and she’ll disappear like she always does and everything will go to hell again. So he doesn’t say anything.
They sit and hold hands and watch the light creep into the dark alleyways of the city. And everything’s perfect - just perfect.
Then his fucking mobile rings. And rings. And rings.
“Are you going to answer that?” Cassie asks, and Sid notices that her head now rests on his shoulder.
“Nope,” he replies, squeezing her hand just a little. She tilts her head and smiles up at him, her big smile that lights up her entire face. She’s so close; he could kiss her if he wanted to close that small gap between them.
“Take me home.”
His mind is suddenly filled with confusion at the demand. Did she still have a home? Was she ever going to really leave it in the first place?
“Take me to your home,” she clarifies after reading the confusion that must have shown on his face. He nods and stands, bringing her up with him. They walk down the grassy hill back to the bus stop. Several people are standing there, waiting for the bus to take them to work or school or wherever they go; Sid doesn’t care. Cassie stands in front of him and he wraps his arms around her and rests his head on her shoulder, half asleep after being locked in a fucking padded room for most of the day before. She leans into his embrace and they support each other as they wait for the bus, which comes with an annoyingly loud screech.
Cassie leads him to a seat in the back. He sits down and she sits next to him, but turns towards him so that she can rest her legs on top of his lap and curl up in his side. He feels his mouth pulling upward on one side and he wraps one arm around her shoulders and rests the other over her legs.
The bus ride to his house is forty minutes, and over that forty minutes, both his and Cassie’s mobiles ring every five minutes or so. Neither answer.
No one’s home when they arrive at his house, and he’s thankful. He opens his mouth to ask Cassie if she wants something to eat, because he does. He hasn’t eaten in over twenty four fucking hours and he’s fucking hungry, but then he realizes that Cassie doesn’t eat - not much anyway - and that she’s probably not hungry, or at least that’s what she’ll say. So he closes his mouth and follows Cassie up the stairs to his room, all the while thinking about how he needs to get that girl to eat. She needs to stay with him; she can’t shrivel up and disappear from lack of food.
His mobile rings just as he’s stepping into his room; Cassie’s already heading toward his bed and has her back toward him, so he takes the moment to pull his mobile out of his pants pocket to see who’s calling him. It’s Michelle and he drops his phone back into his pocket; he left Cassie for her once and wasn’t about to do it again. Besides, Cassie’s taking off her clothes.
Suddenly he’s very, very awake despite the fact that he’s been up for over a day. And, yeah, he’s seen Cassie in her knickers before. How many parties had they gone to where clothes were shed and food was thrown? But this is different. This time they’re alone and in his room and alone…in his room!
She sits at the foot of his bed just as her mobile rings in her discarded dress. She leans over and fishes it out of the clothing.
“Oh wow. Anwar’s calling me. He never calls me,” she says, that huge smile spreading across her face once again, and Sid’s slightly scared that she’ll actually answer, but the phone slips out of her hand and lands back on the pile of clothing as she scoots up to his pillow. “I’m so tired.”
Sid realizes that she’s probably not thinking about sex at the moment, so he tells Mr. Happy to calm down as he peels off his own clothes and collapses into bed next to her. She laughs and brings a hand to take off his knit cap and glasses. And then she’s asleep; she’s just like a child. Sid watches her for a few minutes before the constant ringing of both of their mobiles lure him into a deep, peaceful sleep, Cassie right there in his arms, safe and sound and solid.