Voices
Sommerchallenge-Prompt: h/c - Halluzinationen - fürs Team
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: Friendship/Love, mild h/c, some humor
Handlung: Denny fears that his condition is worsening.
A/N: This is not as much h/c as I wanted and generally a bit off. Still fighting with the tenses as well.
Länge: ~ 600 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 100 Minuten
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It started shortly after the sleepovers. He had known that this was one of the possible symptoms, but also that it happened only in about 20 % of all cases, and well, he had hoped to be lucky.
But no such luck. Although it could have been worse; at least it was Alan’s voice he heard. At first he had thought he was dreaming, but after a while he realized that he was actually hearing something. Inside his head. Alan’s voice, telling him, well, mostly nice things. Sometimes sad things. But also at times really disturbing things or things bordering on the erotic. These weren’t necessarily the same things, although sometimes they were.
But in the end it didn’t matter what he was hearing-even if it was a tad disturbing to think about what his subconscious was doing here. He had always prided himself on the fact that he didn’t have any subconcious mind at all, he barely had a conscious mind. But that wasn’t what really scared him. What really scared him was that there was no denying it: His Alzheimer’s was getting worse.
That’s why, one morning, he told Alan.
Alan was the only person who knew, really knew. And he was the one person he trusted enough to tell him about this. If Denny Crane had started having auditory hallucinations someone had to know and to keep an eye on him, lest he start acting completely crazy. Going out like Edwin Poole was not something he fancied. But even if it couldn’t be helped, Alan could at least try to spare him the public humiliation.
What he hadn’t expected was Alan’s reaction. He had been prepared for grief, anger, denial even. But not for … embarrassment?
„You know how you sleep like a rock and I do … not?“
„Yes?“ Alan’s insomnia and night terrors were the reason all of this started but he didn’t see the connection.
Alan cleared his throat. „So … while I thought you were asleep, I … well, I told you stories to tire myself out and fall asleep.“
„No hallucinations?“ For once, he had a hard time understanding what he was hearing. Could it really be that easy? „It was your voice all along? You’re saying I’m not losing it?“
„I’m so sorry.“ Alan took his hand, a solid, reassuring presence by his side. „I didn’t realize that it was possible for you to hear me. Or that you would think … No, you’re not losing it.“
Overwhelmed with relief he sagged a little, leaning against Alan. He thought he had long ago accepted his fate, but this … He hadn’t realized how scared he really had been. Somewhere deep within a little voice was whispering This is just a postponement but he didn’t care. He wasn’t losing it yet. Alan hugged him tight-the man was a hugger, for all he did to claim otherwise-and he let him. Having such a scare certainly allowed you to cut some slack.
„Did you …“ Alan hestitated. „Did you hear everything I told you? I mean …“
Remembering some of the stuff he had heard made him take pity on the man. „Not really. It knew I was hearing your voice but it didn’t make sense.“
He could feel Alan relax at that. It was surprising how even an intelligent man could be lied to if you just told him the lies he wanted to hear.
„So we’re good?“
„We’re good.“
Maybe he’d give some of the stuff Alan told him a thought or two. But that was for another day.
* Fin *
Fandom: Boston Legal
Genre: Friendship/Love, mild h/c, some humor
Handlung: Denny fears that his condition is worsening.
A/N: This is not as much h/c as I wanted and generally a bit off. Still fighting with the tenses as well.
Länge: ~ 600 Wörter
Zeit: ~ 100 Minuten
***
It started shortly after the sleepovers. He had known that this was one of the possible symptoms, but also that it happened only in about 20 % of all cases, and well, he had hoped to be lucky.
But no such luck. Although it could have been worse; at least it was Alan’s voice he heard. At first he had thought he was dreaming, but after a while he realized that he was actually hearing something. Inside his head. Alan’s voice, telling him, well, mostly nice things. Sometimes sad things. But also at times really disturbing things or things bordering on the erotic. These weren’t necessarily the same things, although sometimes they were.
But in the end it didn’t matter what he was hearing-even if it was a tad disturbing to think about what his subconscious was doing here. He had always prided himself on the fact that he didn’t have any subconcious mind at all, he barely had a conscious mind. But that wasn’t what really scared him. What really scared him was that there was no denying it: His Alzheimer’s was getting worse.
That’s why, one morning, he told Alan.
Alan was the only person who knew, really knew. And he was the one person he trusted enough to tell him about this. If Denny Crane had started having auditory hallucinations someone had to know and to keep an eye on him, lest he start acting completely crazy. Going out like Edwin Poole was not something he fancied. But even if it couldn’t be helped, Alan could at least try to spare him the public humiliation.
What he hadn’t expected was Alan’s reaction. He had been prepared for grief, anger, denial even. But not for … embarrassment?
„You know how you sleep like a rock and I do … not?“
„Yes?“ Alan’s insomnia and night terrors were the reason all of this started but he didn’t see the connection.
Alan cleared his throat. „So … while I thought you were asleep, I … well, I told you stories to tire myself out and fall asleep.“
„No hallucinations?“ For once, he had a hard time understanding what he was hearing. Could it really be that easy? „It was your voice all along? You’re saying I’m not losing it?“
„I’m so sorry.“ Alan took his hand, a solid, reassuring presence by his side. „I didn’t realize that it was possible for you to hear me. Or that you would think … No, you’re not losing it.“
Overwhelmed with relief he sagged a little, leaning against Alan. He thought he had long ago accepted his fate, but this … He hadn’t realized how scared he really had been. Somewhere deep within a little voice was whispering This is just a postponement but he didn’t care. He wasn’t losing it yet. Alan hugged him tight-the man was a hugger, for all he did to claim otherwise-and he let him. Having such a scare certainly allowed you to cut some slack.
„Did you …“ Alan hestitated. „Did you hear everything I told you? I mean …“
Remembering some of the stuff he had heard made him take pity on the man. „Not really. It knew I was hearing your voice but it didn’t make sense.“
He could feel Alan relax at that. It was surprising how even an intelligent man could be lied to if you just told him the lies he wanted to hear.
„So we’re good?“
„We’re good.“
Maybe he’d give some of the stuff Alan told him a thought or two. But that was for another day.
* Fin *