Hollywood Hills
Title: Hollywood Hills
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Chase/Gert, Chase/Jonas
Prompt: 46. Care
Word Count: 227
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chase suspects that the android is the only one who actually cares.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Written for candyflosskillr for participating in my Fic Trade.
Link: My Table
Chase lay on his back and raised a bottle of purloined beer to the stars. “I think,” he mused, “that you are the only one who still gives a flying fuck about me.”
Jonas looked down at Chase, his head cocked slightly to one side and a faintly worried expression on his face. [I very much doubt that, Chase.]
“Yeah? Then why are you the only one here?” Chase sat up on his elbows and looked blearily at the back of the Hollywood Sign. “We buried her twice.”
[I know.]
“She was gonna be an Avenger,” Chase whispered, as if his throat were trying to keep the words from getting out. “Now she’s in some ditch an’ I’m the only one who comes see her. Doesn’t even have a fucking marker or anything.”
Jonas plucked the now mostly empty beer bottle from Chase’s hand, watching the young man with an unreadable expression. It came very naturally to him. Finally, he stretched a hand out to Chase, to pull him up off the ground. [Come on. You need coffee.]
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Chase/Gert, Chase/Jonas
Prompt: 46. Care
Word Count: 227
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chase suspects that the android is the only one who actually cares.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Written for candyflosskillr for participating in my Fic Trade.
Link: My Table
Chase lay on his back and raised a bottle of purloined beer to the stars. “I think,” he mused, “that you are the only one who still gives a flying fuck about me.”
Jonas looked down at Chase, his head cocked slightly to one side and a faintly worried expression on his face. [I very much doubt that, Chase.]
“Yeah? Then why are you the only one here?” Chase sat up on his elbows and looked blearily at the back of the Hollywood Sign. “We buried her twice.”
[I know.]
“She was gonna be an Avenger,” Chase whispered, as if his throat were trying to keep the words from getting out. “Now she’s in some ditch an’ I’m the only one who comes see her. Doesn’t even have a fucking marker or anything.”
Jonas plucked the now mostly empty beer bottle from Chase’s hand, watching the young man with an unreadable expression. It came very naturally to him. Finally, he stretched a hand out to Chase, to pull him up off the ground. [Come on. You need coffee.]