fic; Kittens
Title: Kittens
Pairing: Lawrence/Adam
Warning: None
DA Link: http://leshit.deviantart.com/art/Saw-AxL-Kittens-187729106
Word Count: 859
A/N: I'm going to get stoned for this, aren't I?
The only thing Lawrence likes about home is Diana. He would leave it if wasn't for her. The décor his house that had been so perfect when Allison and him had been smiling in the isles of Home Depot now pissed him off just by the way they looked at him. His baby blues had overflowed twice; once because he was so thankful that he was alive and the second time was because he hated Allison so much he had told himself he would rather be dead than look into Allison's eyes one more time.
Diana was his safe house; a diamond in the rough. Lawrence would do anything for her. He kept his promise by reading her a story ever night, her favorite at least once a week.
The bed sunk under Lawrence's weight. If it weren't for the pestering illuminating light above them, Diana would be long wrapped in the sandman's grasp. The layers of stitches upon her body were enough to add an extra five pounds to her petite body. He loosed the tie around his neck. The black silk was a weapon he'd grown to hate by the end of the day. Lawrence's lips parted, the sound only coming to a halt when Diana spoke before him.
"Daddy?" Lawrence looked down at her, arching an eyebrow. "Can you tell me a different story tonight?"
His face was slightly stunned, the plastered over trance only to be broken when he realized the silence must have been eating away at her.
"Why of course," he muttered, pulling together as many thoughts as he could to form a quick tale. Lawrence cleared his throat, leaning his cane on the side of the bed. The idea for his story hit him when he'd remembered the beast thrashing at the frame of his mind. It hadn't left, and it wouldn't leave. Not even after years of therapy. It dawned on him that he was telling his daughter this story. She had never actually heard the story of how "Daddy - Lost - His - Leg." Every time she asked he simply responded with, "It's because I love mommy and you very much and I would do anything for the two of you." Her ears weren't ready for it. Nor were her eyes, which was why Lawrence hid every newspaper clipping entitled "Doctor Lawrence Gordon Escapes" deep in the back of his desk.
Maybe it was wrong of him to change the events of the story to make them more suitable for a child, but he did it anyway. He cleared his throat, smiling down at his daughter.
"Once upon a time there was a black haired kitty and a blonde hair kitty," Diana was silent, completely sucked into his tale. "And it took the kittens six hours to fall in love. The black haired kitty was very smart, but he did didn't do very smart things. He…" Lawrence trailed off, frowning at the melancholic situation his friend had been in. "He didn't have a very nice home or enough money to buy good food." Diana followed in a frown; she was a child who hated the idea of any animal in distress. The last time she watched "Tom and Jerry" she cried until her body was dry. "So that was why the stupid kitty did a stupid thing." Diana was intrigued. A sense of accomplishment fell over Lawrence. "The black haired kitty took photos of the blonde haired kitty for money."
"Why did he get money for the pictures?"
"The man who got the pictures didn't like the blonde haired kitty very much." Diana was curious for more, but Lawrence wasn't prepared to explain everything to her. "That night, the kittens were captured by the cat catcher. The blonde haired kitty did something bad so he wasn't home when he was supposed to be. That's why the catcher got him in the first place." Lawrence frowned, but now, looking at his current life, what the kitty did doesn't seem so bad. He tried to stray from those thoughts, but everything in that damn house reminded him of Allison ( That was probably because it was her house too ) and whenever he thinks about her, he starts to not care.
Lawrence left out a lot of the details. There was no talk of Zepp or the "Zombie Man" the black haired kitty had spoke of. Instead of two defenseless men chained to opposite sides of a bathroom, Lawrence had altered the nightmare into two cats in cages at the pound across from each other. In the end of the story, the blonde haired kitty had found a way to free himself along with the black haired kitty.
When the two felines had freed themselves, they kissed, living together happily ever after.
The story's conclusion pleased Diana. She smiled, and with a final kiss on the forehead, Lawrence left him to sleep.
Lawrence was proud of himself; too proud to sleep. Maybe even proud enough to give the black haired kitty a phone call and tell him all about the story of the black haired kitty and the blonde haired kitty.
Pairing: Lawrence/Adam
Warning: None
DA Link: http://leshit.deviantart.com/art/Saw-AxL-Kittens-187729106
Word Count: 859
A/N: I'm going to get stoned for this, aren't I?
The only thing Lawrence likes about home is Diana. He would leave it if wasn't for her. The décor his house that had been so perfect when Allison and him had been smiling in the isles of Home Depot now pissed him off just by the way they looked at him. His baby blues had overflowed twice; once because he was so thankful that he was alive and the second time was because he hated Allison so much he had told himself he would rather be dead than look into Allison's eyes one more time.
Diana was his safe house; a diamond in the rough. Lawrence would do anything for her. He kept his promise by reading her a story ever night, her favorite at least once a week.
The bed sunk under Lawrence's weight. If it weren't for the pestering illuminating light above them, Diana would be long wrapped in the sandman's grasp. The layers of stitches upon her body were enough to add an extra five pounds to her petite body. He loosed the tie around his neck. The black silk was a weapon he'd grown to hate by the end of the day. Lawrence's lips parted, the sound only coming to a halt when Diana spoke before him.
"Daddy?" Lawrence looked down at her, arching an eyebrow. "Can you tell me a different story tonight?"
His face was slightly stunned, the plastered over trance only to be broken when he realized the silence must have been eating away at her.
"Why of course," he muttered, pulling together as many thoughts as he could to form a quick tale. Lawrence cleared his throat, leaning his cane on the side of the bed. The idea for his story hit him when he'd remembered the beast thrashing at the frame of his mind. It hadn't left, and it wouldn't leave. Not even after years of therapy. It dawned on him that he was telling his daughter this story. She had never actually heard the story of how "Daddy - Lost - His - Leg." Every time she asked he simply responded with, "It's because I love mommy and you very much and I would do anything for the two of you." Her ears weren't ready for it. Nor were her eyes, which was why Lawrence hid every newspaper clipping entitled "Doctor Lawrence Gordon Escapes" deep in the back of his desk.
Maybe it was wrong of him to change the events of the story to make them more suitable for a child, but he did it anyway. He cleared his throat, smiling down at his daughter.
"Once upon a time there was a black haired kitty and a blonde hair kitty," Diana was silent, completely sucked into his tale. "And it took the kittens six hours to fall in love. The black haired kitty was very smart, but he did didn't do very smart things. He…" Lawrence trailed off, frowning at the melancholic situation his friend had been in. "He didn't have a very nice home or enough money to buy good food." Diana followed in a frown; she was a child who hated the idea of any animal in distress. The last time she watched "Tom and Jerry" she cried until her body was dry. "So that was why the stupid kitty did a stupid thing." Diana was intrigued. A sense of accomplishment fell over Lawrence. "The black haired kitty took photos of the blonde haired kitty for money."
"Why did he get money for the pictures?"
"The man who got the pictures didn't like the blonde haired kitty very much." Diana was curious for more, but Lawrence wasn't prepared to explain everything to her. "That night, the kittens were captured by the cat catcher. The blonde haired kitty did something bad so he wasn't home when he was supposed to be. That's why the catcher got him in the first place." Lawrence frowned, but now, looking at his current life, what the kitty did doesn't seem so bad. He tried to stray from those thoughts, but everything in that damn house reminded him of Allison ( That was probably because it was her house too ) and whenever he thinks about her, he starts to not care.
Lawrence left out a lot of the details. There was no talk of Zepp or the "Zombie Man" the black haired kitty had spoke of. Instead of two defenseless men chained to opposite sides of a bathroom, Lawrence had altered the nightmare into two cats in cages at the pound across from each other. In the end of the story, the blonde haired kitty had found a way to free himself along with the black haired kitty.
When the two felines had freed themselves, they kissed, living together happily ever after.
The story's conclusion pleased Diana. She smiled, and with a final kiss on the forehead, Lawrence left him to sleep.
Lawrence was proud of himself; too proud to sleep. Maybe even proud enough to give the black haired kitty a phone call and tell him all about the story of the black haired kitty and the blonde haired kitty.