Miss Communication
Title: Miss Communication
Author/Artist: dragonessasmith
Claim: Adam/Jacqui
Theme: #6 - Stone-Deaf
Theme Set: #2 - Cliches
Rating: T
Word Count: 843
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam or Jacqui. I just mess with them.
A/N: For Kate, with love and apologies, because while it is Adam and Jacqui, they’re not exactly…together.
It was six in the afternoon and he never even heard his alarm go off. He must have done something though, because it's not only off, but unplugged and in the bottom drawer of his dresser. He has no recollection of waking up, let alone carrying the gadget across the room and-he'd apparently wrapped it in a towel too. Huh. Imagine that.
Once he finally found the clock, plugged it in and set it up for tomorrow, he slowly walked out into the living room, sort of afraid of what he'd find. Apparently he hadn’t destroyed too much on his way from the front door last night to his bed. His answering machine was blinking, one message, but he knows it's just Stacy from the lab, calling to let him know that he's missed work, and they're wondering where he is, and there's probably a little concern, because it's not like him to just skip out without at least calling if he's sick.
He's probably sick. That's it. He'll call in a little bit, tell them that he caught something off the plane, that he was going to call that morning but he fell asleep again, and he's just woken up, and he's really sorry. It's almost true. He is sick. Only a sick person would take a good thing like he'd had and nuke it all to Hell.
"I want you to stop coming out here."
"What?"
Of all the things he'd been expecting when he woke up the day before, that wasn't it.
"It's, it's not fair to you. You deserve better. Better than-" He remembered the pattern she'd waved her hand in, he remembered it distinctly, like the look on her face even though she wasn't looking at him. "Better than this."
"You're seeing someone else?"
"What? No, Adam no-"
“Then why?
“I told you-”
"If you wanted out, you could have just told me, you know." He'd climbed out of the bed, grabbing his clothes as quickly as he could, his stomach dropping. "You wouldn’t have had to put up with this fake shit for so long-"
"What? What was fake?"
"Everything. Obviously, it wasn’t real to you!"
He had taken a cab to the airport. Maybe he caught something in the cab.
When he'd finally managed to find the strength to pull the laptop from the coffee table, he was greeted by almost seven different IMs before he could switch his status to 'Invisible'. Greg, Bobby, Archie, Zack, Jane, Hawkes, Sid-he closed them all. Only one kept coming back. Two missed messages, three, seven, nine…Archie was nothing if not insistent. He should have just signed out, but he knew if he tried to avoid Archie, it would only eventually lead to a phone call, which he really didn't want to deal with now. Or ever.
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
adammit: what?
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: hey man what happened?
iwentbefore: jacqui's been in a worse mood than usual since you left.
adammit: really dont wanna talk about it.
iwentbefore: come on. she's miserable and whenever we ask all she says is 'it's my fault, my problem, get the hell away from me Arch.'
iwentbefore: at least, that's what she says to me.
adammit: Well she's lying. It was all me and my big mouth.
iwentbefore: so why don't you talk to her about it?
adammit: Because she hates me.
iwentbefore: she doesn't hate you. she’s really sad though.
iwentbefore: she wont admit that tho.
adammit: No, she was mad.
adammit: She wanted me to stop going out there
iwentbefore: what?
adammit: she wanted to get rid of me
adammit: i said things I really didn't mean, and I stormed outta there.
adammit: i'm such a tool.
iwentbefore: you're not a tool, you're sad.
iwentbefore: like her.
adammit: all I am right now is tired.
adammit: I'm going to bed.
iwentbefore: Adam
He signed off, and powered off the laptop just for good measure. He really did feel kind of tired again. He glanced at the microwave clock. Six twenty. That couldn't be good. He probably was sick. Just his luck.
It didn't really matter, of course. He didn't have to stay up for anything anymore. Didn't have to wait for anyone. No waiting up for a phone call or that one last email. He could get rid of the time zone widget on his computer. And the alarm on his cell that he had for when she got off work. And the post cards she’d bought for him to send, those could be thrown out. He could get rid of-
He'd do it tomorrow, he decided. He really was really tired.
As an afterthought, he grabbed the phone. He'll call work, and then go to bed, and hopefully he'd feel better in the morning too.
Author/Artist: dragonessasmith
Claim: Adam/Jacqui
Theme: #6 - Stone-Deaf
Theme Set: #2 - Cliches
Rating: T
Word Count: 843
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam or Jacqui. I just mess with them.
A/N: For Kate, with love and apologies, because while it is Adam and Jacqui, they’re not exactly…together.
It was six in the afternoon and he never even heard his alarm go off. He must have done something though, because it's not only off, but unplugged and in the bottom drawer of his dresser. He has no recollection of waking up, let alone carrying the gadget across the room and-he'd apparently wrapped it in a towel too. Huh. Imagine that.
Once he finally found the clock, plugged it in and set it up for tomorrow, he slowly walked out into the living room, sort of afraid of what he'd find. Apparently he hadn’t destroyed too much on his way from the front door last night to his bed. His answering machine was blinking, one message, but he knows it's just Stacy from the lab, calling to let him know that he's missed work, and they're wondering where he is, and there's probably a little concern, because it's not like him to just skip out without at least calling if he's sick.
He's probably sick. That's it. He'll call in a little bit, tell them that he caught something off the plane, that he was going to call that morning but he fell asleep again, and he's just woken up, and he's really sorry. It's almost true. He is sick. Only a sick person would take a good thing like he'd had and nuke it all to Hell.
"I want you to stop coming out here."
"What?"
Of all the things he'd been expecting when he woke up the day before, that wasn't it.
"It's, it's not fair to you. You deserve better. Better than-" He remembered the pattern she'd waved her hand in, he remembered it distinctly, like the look on her face even though she wasn't looking at him. "Better than this."
"You're seeing someone else?"
"What? No, Adam no-"
“Then why?
“I told you-”
"If you wanted out, you could have just told me, you know." He'd climbed out of the bed, grabbing his clothes as quickly as he could, his stomach dropping. "You wouldn’t have had to put up with this fake shit for so long-"
"What? What was fake?"
"Everything. Obviously, it wasn’t real to you!"
He had taken a cab to the airport. Maybe he caught something in the cab.
When he'd finally managed to find the strength to pull the laptop from the coffee table, he was greeted by almost seven different IMs before he could switch his status to 'Invisible'. Greg, Bobby, Archie, Zack, Jane, Hawkes, Sid-he closed them all. Only one kept coming back. Two missed messages, three, seven, nine…Archie was nothing if not insistent. He should have just signed out, but he knew if he tried to avoid Archie, it would only eventually lead to a phone call, which he really didn't want to deal with now. Or ever.
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: i know youre there
adammit: what?
iwentbefore: i know youre there
iwentbefore: hey man what happened?
iwentbefore: jacqui's been in a worse mood than usual since you left.
adammit: really dont wanna talk about it.
iwentbefore: come on. she's miserable and whenever we ask all she says is 'it's my fault, my problem, get the hell away from me Arch.'
iwentbefore: at least, that's what she says to me.
adammit: Well she's lying. It was all me and my big mouth.
iwentbefore: so why don't you talk to her about it?
adammit: Because she hates me.
iwentbefore: she doesn't hate you. she’s really sad though.
iwentbefore: she wont admit that tho.
adammit: No, she was mad.
adammit: She wanted me to stop going out there
iwentbefore: what?
adammit: she wanted to get rid of me
adammit: i said things I really didn't mean, and I stormed outta there.
adammit: i'm such a tool.
iwentbefore: you're not a tool, you're sad.
iwentbefore: like her.
adammit: all I am right now is tired.
adammit: I'm going to bed.
iwentbefore: Adam
He signed off, and powered off the laptop just for good measure. He really did feel kind of tired again. He glanced at the microwave clock. Six twenty. That couldn't be good. He probably was sick. Just his luck.
It didn't really matter, of course. He didn't have to stay up for anything anymore. Didn't have to wait for anyone. No waiting up for a phone call or that one last email. He could get rid of the time zone widget on his computer. And the alarm on his cell that he had for when she got off work. And the post cards she’d bought for him to send, those could be thrown out. He could get rid of-
He'd do it tomorrow, he decided. He really was really tired.
As an afterthought, he grabbed the phone. He'll call work, and then go to bed, and hopefully he'd feel better in the morning too.