fic: where do you want to go?
title: where do you want to go?
characters: Julian, Noel
Summary: They always ask themselves "Where do we want to go?" before writing an episode.
word Count: ~880
rating: g
warnings: light h/c
disclaimer: any resemblance to actual names or real living persons is completely coincidental
notes: unbeta'd, written fast and dirty
where do you want to go?
"Hey," Noel said, hand flapping up from the bed in greeting. A half-hearted wave. He looked tired. Paler than he usually did - it was even worse with the black hair now. Goths were pale - they had to be - Noel would say if Julian mentioned it. He didn't. He had heard it before.
Julian smiled at him from the door. "Hey," he said and went in, sitting down in the plastic chair next to the bed. He hated being used to seeing his friend like that. "How're you doing?"
Noel shrugged, looking at the needle in his arm that connected him to the IV flushing liquid goodness through his body. "Great. I want to get out of here. They say maybe tomorrow," Noel answered. A rush of words, but not as pronounced as usual. Blurred together in a string of words. Not completely back to normal then, Julian thought.
He pressed his lips together and into a smile. "You look like crap."
"Thanks," Noel replied, sarcasm barely audible. Julian didn't need to hear the words to see the self-depreciation in Noel's expression. "My hair's all stringy."
Julian nodded. Of course, that was all he had meant. He hadn't meant to say Noel should take care of himself when he knew what this rock'n'roll lifestyle was doing to his body. He hadn't meant to sound chastising. Noel did all that to himself already. "Exactly what I was saying."
"Wanna write?" Noel offered. "Mike brought me some paper."
Julian eyed the notepad that was sticking out from under the duvet on Noel's other side. There was always a lot of space left on both sides of Noel when he lay down somewhere. "Doodles for our next monster?" he asked.
Noel shook his head. "Just you and me and a bottle of Bailey's," he replied. He pulled the notepad out and propped it up on his stomach for Julian to look at. "It's Rick James, look."
"Rick James with seaweed on his head," Julian said.
"That's not seaweed. It's the James Perm - the Jerm," Noel explained and looked at the pad again. After a moment of silence, he bit his bottom lip as if seeing his error. "You're right. It's seaweed." Then he fumbled the duvet back on Julian's side and revealed a pile of colorful felt pens. A thirties pack, Julian though, judging by the various shades. Noel pulled a handful out and plopped them down in his lap.
Julian reached for the dark green and offered it to Noel. "Seaweed?"
"Yeah," Noel replied and uncapped the pen with his teeth. "See?" He colored over the perm, making the brown Jerm into seaweed. Too much pen soaked the paper, weakening its texture. Noel pressed on the spongy bit with a finger and wiped it on the mattress.
"Looks good," Julian said. "What is he?"
"He's a merman," Noel said. He looked up suddenly. "I wanna go swimming, Julian. In the deep end, where your body gets all light and tingly and you can just let go and not care until you need to breathe again."
Julian shook his head. "You know it's your decision. You can land here every couple of months, or you could take care and stop doing this shit," he said.
"I like parties," Noel said defensively. "And dancing and music."
Julian sighed - nothing as dramatic as rolling his eyes. "You could do that without the alcohol. Give that body some rest."
Noel looked at him, as if in doubt. Or in thought. Or just musing about string beans. "I should, huh?"
Julian nodded. "Yeah. So, he's a merman?"
"Yeah. A funky transsexual merman," Noel continued and searched around in his pile of pens. "Where's the pink?"
Julian pulled the duvet up and hunted among the rest of the hidden felt pens to find the pink.
"He wears a pink tutu, yes?" he asked then, uncapping the pen for Noel.
"A tutu!" Noel replied enthusiastically and added the ballerina skirt to the drawing. "Looks good."
The color seemed to come back to Noel's face, too. Maybe he had just been bored.
"Looks scary," Julian said.
"He's going to abduct you," Noel decided. "He loves you and wants to marry you."
"He does?" Julian asked. But in his mind he had already agreed. "Of course. But you'll come and save me, right?"
Noel smiled at him - eager and handsome, despite the waxy skin color and the stringy hair. "Of course. I'll always save you."
Julian snorted. He raised a hand, put it on the duvet. "I'll always save you too, you know? And if it takes for me to lock you up in your apartment, I will do that, too."
Noel nodded, giving Julian's hand a squeeze. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to, really. He played around with the drawing, adding cowboy boots to the Rick James merman. He was hiding in silence. Julian accepted it and watched quietly as the merman got a silver jacket.
"I don't like me being here, either," Noel said then.
That sounded almost like a promise. Good. Julian leaned back and propped his feet up on the hospital bed. "Now, where are we when I get abducted by Rick James?"
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end.
characters: Julian, Noel
Summary: They always ask themselves "Where do we want to go?" before writing an episode.
word Count: ~880
rating: g
warnings: light h/c
disclaimer: any resemblance to actual names or real living persons is completely coincidental
notes: unbeta'd, written fast and dirty
where do you want to go?
"Hey," Noel said, hand flapping up from the bed in greeting. A half-hearted wave. He looked tired. Paler than he usually did - it was even worse with the black hair now. Goths were pale - they had to be - Noel would say if Julian mentioned it. He didn't. He had heard it before.
Julian smiled at him from the door. "Hey," he said and went in, sitting down in the plastic chair next to the bed. He hated being used to seeing his friend like that. "How're you doing?"
Noel shrugged, looking at the needle in his arm that connected him to the IV flushing liquid goodness through his body. "Great. I want to get out of here. They say maybe tomorrow," Noel answered. A rush of words, but not as pronounced as usual. Blurred together in a string of words. Not completely back to normal then, Julian thought.
He pressed his lips together and into a smile. "You look like crap."
"Thanks," Noel replied, sarcasm barely audible. Julian didn't need to hear the words to see the self-depreciation in Noel's expression. "My hair's all stringy."
Julian nodded. Of course, that was all he had meant. He hadn't meant to say Noel should take care of himself when he knew what this rock'n'roll lifestyle was doing to his body. He hadn't meant to sound chastising. Noel did all that to himself already. "Exactly what I was saying."
"Wanna write?" Noel offered. "Mike brought me some paper."
Julian eyed the notepad that was sticking out from under the duvet on Noel's other side. There was always a lot of space left on both sides of Noel when he lay down somewhere. "Doodles for our next monster?" he asked.
Noel shook his head. "Just you and me and a bottle of Bailey's," he replied. He pulled the notepad out and propped it up on his stomach for Julian to look at. "It's Rick James, look."
"Rick James with seaweed on his head," Julian said.
"That's not seaweed. It's the James Perm - the Jerm," Noel explained and looked at the pad again. After a moment of silence, he bit his bottom lip as if seeing his error. "You're right. It's seaweed." Then he fumbled the duvet back on Julian's side and revealed a pile of colorful felt pens. A thirties pack, Julian though, judging by the various shades. Noel pulled a handful out and plopped them down in his lap.
Julian reached for the dark green and offered it to Noel. "Seaweed?"
"Yeah," Noel replied and uncapped the pen with his teeth. "See?" He colored over the perm, making the brown Jerm into seaweed. Too much pen soaked the paper, weakening its texture. Noel pressed on the spongy bit with a finger and wiped it on the mattress.
"Looks good," Julian said. "What is he?"
"He's a merman," Noel said. He looked up suddenly. "I wanna go swimming, Julian. In the deep end, where your body gets all light and tingly and you can just let go and not care until you need to breathe again."
Julian shook his head. "You know it's your decision. You can land here every couple of months, or you could take care and stop doing this shit," he said.
"I like parties," Noel said defensively. "And dancing and music."
Julian sighed - nothing as dramatic as rolling his eyes. "You could do that without the alcohol. Give that body some rest."
Noel looked at him, as if in doubt. Or in thought. Or just musing about string beans. "I should, huh?"
Julian nodded. "Yeah. So, he's a merman?"
"Yeah. A funky transsexual merman," Noel continued and searched around in his pile of pens. "Where's the pink?"
Julian pulled the duvet up and hunted among the rest of the hidden felt pens to find the pink.
"He wears a pink tutu, yes?" he asked then, uncapping the pen for Noel.
"A tutu!" Noel replied enthusiastically and added the ballerina skirt to the drawing. "Looks good."
The color seemed to come back to Noel's face, too. Maybe he had just been bored.
"Looks scary," Julian said.
"He's going to abduct you," Noel decided. "He loves you and wants to marry you."
"He does?" Julian asked. But in his mind he had already agreed. "Of course. But you'll come and save me, right?"
Noel smiled at him - eager and handsome, despite the waxy skin color and the stringy hair. "Of course. I'll always save you."
Julian snorted. He raised a hand, put it on the duvet. "I'll always save you too, you know? And if it takes for me to lock you up in your apartment, I will do that, too."
Noel nodded, giving Julian's hand a squeeze. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to, really. He played around with the drawing, adding cowboy boots to the Rick James merman. He was hiding in silence. Julian accepted it and watched quietly as the merman got a silver jacket.
"I don't like me being here, either," Noel said then.
That sounded almost like a promise. Good. Julian leaned back and propped his feet up on the hospital bed. "Now, where are we when I get abducted by Rick James?"
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end.