FIC: Postcards (Luke/Reid, 4/?)
Title: Postcards
Author: cindergal
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Reid
Warnings: Some angst
Summary: Luke goes looking for Reid. Maybe he'll find himself.
Word Count: Not much
Disclaimer: Obviously, they don't belong to me. I would take much better care of them.
A/N: This will be a series of very short shorts, postcards that Luke writes (but obviously never sends) to Reid as he searches for more information about Reid's life.
Cambridge, MA
11/01/2010
Dear Reid,
Went to Cambridge today and talked to a few of your former professors who were still around. They all said you were, in fact, a genius - and a real pain in the ass. I know - this is not new information. But I do have to point out that it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know you shouldn't correct your teachers in front of the whole class, Dr. Oliver.
After that, I just walked around the Harvard campus, soaking it all in. It’s just amazing. The leaves were all oranges and reds and golds, and the air was so clear and crisp. I imagined I was walking in your footsteps.
I went to Harvard Square and played chess with an old Ukranian man who beat me in five moves. It was great.
I miss you so much I can't breathe.
Yours,
Luke
Postcard 5
Author: cindergal
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Reid
Warnings: Some angst
Summary: Luke goes looking for Reid. Maybe he'll find himself.
Word Count: Not much
Disclaimer: Obviously, they don't belong to me. I would take much better care of them.
A/N: This will be a series of very short shorts, postcards that Luke writes (but obviously never sends) to Reid as he searches for more information about Reid's life.
Cambridge, MA
11/01/2010
Dear Reid,
Went to Cambridge today and talked to a few of your former professors who were still around. They all said you were, in fact, a genius - and a real pain in the ass. I know - this is not new information. But I do have to point out that it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know you shouldn't correct your teachers in front of the whole class, Dr. Oliver.
After that, I just walked around the Harvard campus, soaking it all in. It’s just amazing. The leaves were all oranges and reds and golds, and the air was so clear and crisp. I imagined I was walking in your footsteps.
I went to Harvard Square and played chess with an old Ukranian man who beat me in five moves. It was great.
I miss you so much I can't breathe.
Yours,
Luke
Postcard 5