Reflecting Reflections 6.5
Title: Reflecting Reflections
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Asynchronous Communication 6.5
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 88 Tears
Word Count: 888
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan returns from filming and settles back into his flat.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Back to Reality - Schedule and Routine
Alan closed his eyes as the sharp hot spray coated his body. It was so nice to be staying home after yesterday’s rushed filming, the final shoot, and not have to worry about hurrying to make it to the set on time. QI was scheduled to begin filming the following week, so according to his calculations, he had just enough time to catch up on his sleep. It had been a crazy three weeks, making up for the time when he was out, and trying to make a pabulum piece of fluff have some sort of substance. He scrubbed his face before he squeezed out the shampoo. Washing and conditioning his hair, he enjoyed the warm water and the time to finally get a decent shower. He had not been able to enjoy a nice hot shower until his wound had finally healed. Now he was medically cleared to "Resume all normal activities" and before all they had included were talking to Robert and wanking off. He was looking forward to May when he could be with Robert without having to worry about pulling stitches due to ‘strenuous activity.’ Turning off the taps, Alan stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, tying it about his waist.
When Alan paused in front of the mirror, a slight fog had coated the surface, but he could still see the blurry outline of the person that was supposed to be him. When he wiped away the film with a hand, he looked older and somewhat worse for wear than he had remembered. Maybe it was the non-stop work he had been doing lately. It was bringing in a steady supply of money to feed his bank account, but he wished he could say that the work was satisfying instead of the same old crap that was doing nothing to further his career.
He ran a hand over his face, catching a few water drops that broke free from his hair. He started to reach for another towel when something caught his eye in the mirror. The raised pink skin of the scar stood out on his pale skin, looking angry, but healing. Alan ran his fingers down the tender patch and, despite all the dramatics and traumatics, it brought a smile to his face. He felt silly that something like a scar could make him grin, but it brought back the recent memories of waking up to see what he wanted most of all to see next to him: Robert. It reminded him of Robert as he took care of him and of the warm cocoon that they had, just the two of them, for 5 days, when the outside world had stopped existing and all they had were quiet moments, him healing and Robert caring.
Tears pricked at his eyes and Alan rolled them to stop them from spilling over. It was silly to look at a scar and see love, but he did.
Alan shook his head and the malaise that missing Robert brought to his life. He finished drying off and slipped into a track suit. Forgoing the shoes or socks, he padded around his flat and reacquainted himself with his safe cocoon. Pausing at a bookshelf, he picked up the book that Robert had been reading, the one that Alan had kidded him about, and once again the tears rushed to the front of his eyes and he blinked to stop them from spilling. It was strange how something so wonderful also left him with a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. Tucking the book under his arm, he walked into the kitchen and made a snack to take his mind off things. He had to admit, it was nice to be home and he was enjoying the quiet moments. It had been a while since he just enjoyed his life and all that he had.
He returned to the living room, book still under his arm, and sank into the couch, propping up his feet and tucking into his snack. The day was just beginning and Alan felt like he was just starting to relax and find his footing. He checked the clock on the mantel: It was about 10 am, two am in LA. Too early to call Robert. He didn’t think it strange that he always automatically converted his time to LA time. Alan closed his eyes again for a moment, savoring a piece of sliced melon before picking up the book and opening it to page one. Settling deeper into the couch, he idly nibbled on the fruit while he slowly became engrossed in the words in front of his eyes.
Time slipped away as Alan become engrossed in the book and decided it was not as bad as it sounded. He sat up and placed his plate on the coffee table, then finally settled back down on the couch, stretching out and shoving a few pillows behind his head. As Alan continued to read, he started to feel drowsy and the words started to blur as he drifted off, his free hand playing at the hem of his shirt and idly working its way up to the scar. He slipped into a light sleep, remembering Robert taking care of him, his fingers ghosting across his skin, comforting him, loving him.
6.6 No Fairy Tale Ending
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Asynchronous Communication 6.5
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 88 Tears
Word Count: 888
Rating: PG
Summary: Alan returns from filming and settles back into his flat.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Back to Reality - Schedule and Routine
Alan closed his eyes as the sharp hot spray coated his body. It was so nice to be staying home after yesterday’s rushed filming, the final shoot, and not have to worry about hurrying to make it to the set on time. QI was scheduled to begin filming the following week, so according to his calculations, he had just enough time to catch up on his sleep. It had been a crazy three weeks, making up for the time when he was out, and trying to make a pabulum piece of fluff have some sort of substance. He scrubbed his face before he squeezed out the shampoo. Washing and conditioning his hair, he enjoyed the warm water and the time to finally get a decent shower. He had not been able to enjoy a nice hot shower until his wound had finally healed. Now he was medically cleared to "Resume all normal activities" and before all they had included were talking to Robert and wanking off. He was looking forward to May when he could be with Robert without having to worry about pulling stitches due to ‘strenuous activity.’ Turning off the taps, Alan stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, tying it about his waist.
When Alan paused in front of the mirror, a slight fog had coated the surface, but he could still see the blurry outline of the person that was supposed to be him. When he wiped away the film with a hand, he looked older and somewhat worse for wear than he had remembered. Maybe it was the non-stop work he had been doing lately. It was bringing in a steady supply of money to feed his bank account, but he wished he could say that the work was satisfying instead of the same old crap that was doing nothing to further his career.
He ran a hand over his face, catching a few water drops that broke free from his hair. He started to reach for another towel when something caught his eye in the mirror. The raised pink skin of the scar stood out on his pale skin, looking angry, but healing. Alan ran his fingers down the tender patch and, despite all the dramatics and traumatics, it brought a smile to his face. He felt silly that something like a scar could make him grin, but it brought back the recent memories of waking up to see what he wanted most of all to see next to him: Robert. It reminded him of Robert as he took care of him and of the warm cocoon that they had, just the two of them, for 5 days, when the outside world had stopped existing and all they had were quiet moments, him healing and Robert caring.
Tears pricked at his eyes and Alan rolled them to stop them from spilling over. It was silly to look at a scar and see love, but he did.
Alan shook his head and the malaise that missing Robert brought to his life. He finished drying off and slipped into a track suit. Forgoing the shoes or socks, he padded around his flat and reacquainted himself with his safe cocoon. Pausing at a bookshelf, he picked up the book that Robert had been reading, the one that Alan had kidded him about, and once again the tears rushed to the front of his eyes and he blinked to stop them from spilling. It was strange how something so wonderful also left him with a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. Tucking the book under his arm, he walked into the kitchen and made a snack to take his mind off things. He had to admit, it was nice to be home and he was enjoying the quiet moments. It had been a while since he just enjoyed his life and all that he had.
He returned to the living room, book still under his arm, and sank into the couch, propping up his feet and tucking into his snack. The day was just beginning and Alan felt like he was just starting to relax and find his footing. He checked the clock on the mantel: It was about 10 am, two am in LA. Too early to call Robert. He didn’t think it strange that he always automatically converted his time to LA time. Alan closed his eyes again for a moment, savoring a piece of sliced melon before picking up the book and opening it to page one. Settling deeper into the couch, he idly nibbled on the fruit while he slowly became engrossed in the words in front of his eyes.
Time slipped away as Alan become engrossed in the book and decided it was not as bad as it sounded. He sat up and placed his plate on the coffee table, then finally settled back down on the couch, stretching out and shoving a few pillows behind his head. As Alan continued to read, he started to feel drowsy and the words started to blur as he drifted off, his free hand playing at the hem of his shirt and idly working its way up to the scar. He slipped into a light sleep, remembering Robert taking care of him, his fingers ghosting across his skin, comforting him, loving him.
6.6 No Fairy Tale Ending