Forgetting
TITLE: Forgetting
AUTHOR: cuddlyfruit
PAIRING: Hugh/Stephen
RATING: PG-13 maybe
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Hugh has forgotten their anniversary. What present can he find for Stephen on the spot?
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, I say, not mine!
NOTES: I don't know what possesses me sometimes.
Hugh trudged to his apartment, tired and run down from a long day on the set. Mess after mess after screw up after retake, all day long without a pause. He slid his key into the lock and swung the door open.
"Happy anniversary!"
Hugh stopped dead in his tracks, finding himself engulfed in the biggest, warmest hug he'd had in... forever, really. He let himself sink in, not bothering to think about why Stephen was there, just being glad he was at all. Then the words sunk in.
"Oh, haha," he grated out nervously, cursing himself. "Stephen! What a surprise."
"I told you I'd come for our anniversary, silly turnip." Stephen pulled back from the hug and smiled at him.
"Of course, I knew that, just didn't know you'd be here when I got home," he lied. "H-happy anniversary."
"I brought you a present!" Stephen said, rummaging around in a suitcase set beside the couch. He always packed enough to last him a month even if he was only staying a night. "It's not much but I think you'll like it."
"Oh, a present!" Hugh cringed, mind whirring. He hadn't gotten Stephen any present at all. In fact, he'd completely forgotten about their anniversary. He could have sworn it was a few months away, but they never actually celebrated it except with wild sex. Never presents. "Your present is, um, it's in the car."
"The car? Why ever would you put it in the car?" Stephen asked, coming out with a little mushy package wrapped in yellow and brown. "Oh, wait, I understand! You didn't want me to find it if I came early, as I did. Well you needn't have worried, I wouldn't snoop."
"Of course not, but you know me," Hugh said with a crooked smile. "I'll just run out and get it, shall I?"
"Oh yes, go ahead, your present will wait quite patiently on the couch."
Hugh couldn't escape the apartment quick enough. He death-walked to his car, groaning and cringing and hitting himself on the forehead. He could remember Stephen talking about their anniversary on the phone a month or so back, how he was going to fly out and visit for a bit, but Hugh hadn't honestly been paying much attention, tired as he was from another long day of shooting. (That seemed rather the rule than the exception, unfortunately enough.) And he couldn't bring up that Stephen had pinned their anniversary on the wrong date or else it would be painfully obvious he hadn't been listening on the phone.
Hugh slid into the driver's seat and banged his head once, gratuitously, on the steering wheel. He could possibly get away with a quick run to the corner store, but it was probably closed by now and what if Stephen saw his car roaring away? No, that wouldn't work. Maybe he could say he forgot it on the set... but that didn't work either since Stephen was bound to want to come to the set with him tomorrow, maybe visit the cast of Bones, and see that there was no present.
Hugh glanced into the back seat of his car, despairing, when his eyes caught sight of a little paper bag. Of course! he realized. He'd stopped by the store at lunch time and gotten a couple groceries, but only one item had survived the day. He'd forgotten all about the little paper sack and its contents. It wasn't great but it would do, Stephen had said his present wasn't much either. Hugh grabbed the sack up and dashed towards his apartment, nearly whistling over his luck.
"Stephen! I'm back!"
"Oh good, let's open up our presents then." Stephen brandished his neatly wrapped gift with gusto. "Here you are."
"Ah, I didn't get a chance to buy wrapping paper, but I didn't think you'd mind," he said, handing his own little paper bag over.
"Of course, of course. Don't worry about it, sweet potato pie." At Hugh's inquiring look Stephen smiled. "I tried it in the South on my great American adventure. Interesting little dessert. Come on, you go first, open it up!"
Hugh slipped his finger inbetween the paper and pulled, ripping the paper along the whole side to reveal something cloth and pink. He gasped, lifting the cloth up by its seams to find a pink shirt.
"Isn't it great?" Stephen beamed. "Just like the shirt Alan stole from you! Remember?"
Hugh was embarrassed to find himself getting slightly teary. That pink shirt had a lot of memories, many of them so dirty he couldn't think of them without blushing. Damn Alan. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, Stephen."
Stephen beamed even brighter. "Is it my turn now?"
Hugh looked at the paper sack with dread, feeling more guilty than he could imagine with the pink shirt in his hands. He nodded once, unable to even speak. Stephen tore into the wrapping with excitement, and one banana disconnected from the bunch and fell by his feet. Stephen was silent for one long moment, simply staring at the bananas in his hand with a blank look on his face. Hugh turned his face to the ground and cringed.
"Oh Hugh, it's wonderful!"
He looked up, surprised. "What? Really?"
"Oh yes, just like our anniversary!" Stephen said, grabbing up the fallen banana and setting them on the side table to pull Hugh into another hug.
Hugh thought back as hard as he could but failed to remember any trace of bananas on their anniversary.
"Oh Hugh," Stephen said, sniffling. "Happy one year kinky banana sex anniversary! Now what do you say we recreate that scene with the shirt and the banana, hm?
AUTHOR: cuddlyfruit
PAIRING: Hugh/Stephen
RATING: PG-13 maybe
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Hugh has forgotten their anniversary. What present can he find for Stephen on the spot?
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, I say, not mine!
NOTES: I don't know what possesses me sometimes.
Hugh trudged to his apartment, tired and run down from a long day on the set. Mess after mess after screw up after retake, all day long without a pause. He slid his key into the lock and swung the door open.
"Happy anniversary!"
Hugh stopped dead in his tracks, finding himself engulfed in the biggest, warmest hug he'd had in... forever, really. He let himself sink in, not bothering to think about why Stephen was there, just being glad he was at all. Then the words sunk in.
"Oh, haha," he grated out nervously, cursing himself. "Stephen! What a surprise."
"I told you I'd come for our anniversary, silly turnip." Stephen pulled back from the hug and smiled at him.
"Of course, I knew that, just didn't know you'd be here when I got home," he lied. "H-happy anniversary."
"I brought you a present!" Stephen said, rummaging around in a suitcase set beside the couch. He always packed enough to last him a month even if he was only staying a night. "It's not much but I think you'll like it."
"Oh, a present!" Hugh cringed, mind whirring. He hadn't gotten Stephen any present at all. In fact, he'd completely forgotten about their anniversary. He could have sworn it was a few months away, but they never actually celebrated it except with wild sex. Never presents. "Your present is, um, it's in the car."
"The car? Why ever would you put it in the car?" Stephen asked, coming out with a little mushy package wrapped in yellow and brown. "Oh, wait, I understand! You didn't want me to find it if I came early, as I did. Well you needn't have worried, I wouldn't snoop."
"Of course not, but you know me," Hugh said with a crooked smile. "I'll just run out and get it, shall I?"
"Oh yes, go ahead, your present will wait quite patiently on the couch."
Hugh couldn't escape the apartment quick enough. He death-walked to his car, groaning and cringing and hitting himself on the forehead. He could remember Stephen talking about their anniversary on the phone a month or so back, how he was going to fly out and visit for a bit, but Hugh hadn't honestly been paying much attention, tired as he was from another long day of shooting. (That seemed rather the rule than the exception, unfortunately enough.) And he couldn't bring up that Stephen had pinned their anniversary on the wrong date or else it would be painfully obvious he hadn't been listening on the phone.
Hugh slid into the driver's seat and banged his head once, gratuitously, on the steering wheel. He could possibly get away with a quick run to the corner store, but it was probably closed by now and what if Stephen saw his car roaring away? No, that wouldn't work. Maybe he could say he forgot it on the set... but that didn't work either since Stephen was bound to want to come to the set with him tomorrow, maybe visit the cast of Bones, and see that there was no present.
Hugh glanced into the back seat of his car, despairing, when his eyes caught sight of a little paper bag. Of course! he realized. He'd stopped by the store at lunch time and gotten a couple groceries, but only one item had survived the day. He'd forgotten all about the little paper sack and its contents. It wasn't great but it would do, Stephen had said his present wasn't much either. Hugh grabbed the sack up and dashed towards his apartment, nearly whistling over his luck.
"Stephen! I'm back!"
"Oh good, let's open up our presents then." Stephen brandished his neatly wrapped gift with gusto. "Here you are."
"Ah, I didn't get a chance to buy wrapping paper, but I didn't think you'd mind," he said, handing his own little paper bag over.
"Of course, of course. Don't worry about it, sweet potato pie." At Hugh's inquiring look Stephen smiled. "I tried it in the South on my great American adventure. Interesting little dessert. Come on, you go first, open it up!"
Hugh slipped his finger inbetween the paper and pulled, ripping the paper along the whole side to reveal something cloth and pink. He gasped, lifting the cloth up by its seams to find a pink shirt.
"Isn't it great?" Stephen beamed. "Just like the shirt Alan stole from you! Remember?"
Hugh was embarrassed to find himself getting slightly teary. That pink shirt had a lot of memories, many of them so dirty he couldn't think of them without blushing. Damn Alan. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, Stephen."
Stephen beamed even brighter. "Is it my turn now?"
Hugh looked at the paper sack with dread, feeling more guilty than he could imagine with the pink shirt in his hands. He nodded once, unable to even speak. Stephen tore into the wrapping with excitement, and one banana disconnected from the bunch and fell by his feet. Stephen was silent for one long moment, simply staring at the bananas in his hand with a blank look on his face. Hugh turned his face to the ground and cringed.
"Oh Hugh, it's wonderful!"
He looked up, surprised. "What? Really?"
"Oh yes, just like our anniversary!" Stephen said, grabbing up the fallen banana and setting them on the side table to pull Hugh into another hug.
Hugh thought back as hard as he could but failed to remember any trace of bananas on their anniversary.
"Oh Hugh," Stephen said, sniffling. "Happy one year kinky banana sex anniversary! Now what do you say we recreate that scene with the shirt and the banana, hm?