Crossing the Miles 11.7
Title: Crossing the Miles
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Error 404 11.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 10 Regret (Angst)
Word Count: 1295
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert surprises Alan with a phone call and Alan surprises Robert with a suggestion.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Smile
Alan was vaguely aware of a ringing noise. In his dream it was a bird warning him of danger. His hand reached out and groped for the handset as he tried to shake himself awake. "Hello...?"
Robert could hear the grogginess in Alan's voice and he winced. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Alan sat up, and tried to orientate himself. He sank back under the covers and cleared his throat. "Yes, but it is a good way to wake up."
"I'm sorry to wake you. I wanted to make sure and catch you before you had to start filming. Also,” he added sheepishly, “I am really sorry for falling asleep on you like that the other night.” He sat down in his armchair and crossed a leg over his knee, absently tracing the lines on his pajamas.
"You have had a hard month, love, I understand, and I have to admit, listening to your gentle snores is a sound I miss." Alan looked over at the clock. He didn’t need to be up for another thirty minutes, so he had time for a nice chat with Robert. It struck Alan in this moment how much he just wanted to be back with him, sod everything else. "You can always wake me, you know that. How did your day go?"
"Well...there is some bit of news we were just told that I can tell you. If you can keep a secret," Robert added playfully.
Alan scrubbed his face with his free hand, trying to wake up. "Of course."
"Turns out, it looks like I--Wilson--will be getting a regular girlfriend. By regular, she lasts at least three weeks. Hugh is rubbing his hands, looking forward to what the writers give him to do to be obnoxious."
"Anything I should be jealous of? And I am sure Hugh will be happy to play the bastard to the hilt."
Robert laughed. "You are perfectly safe. And we all know that this is all just yet another reason to show how possessive House is."
"It is all about House," Alan laughed, settling back into the blankets and into his conversation with Robert.
“It always is.”
"So, is Ethan's movie worth checking out?"
Robert leaned back, head tilted towards the ceiling, thinking. "Well. It wasn't as bad as I was thinking that it might be."
“Too commercial for your independent tastes?"
"Well...how do I say this...Ethan, sometimes is drawn towards things that are odd."
“You, are not known for your mainstream tastes either." Alan laughed.
Robert smiled and laughed softly. Standing to try to keep from nodding off again-he would never live it down-he stood and headed into the bedroom and started getting ready for bed. "What is in your schedule today?"
"Not too bad, we are filming exteriors, so I will be bundled up with my portable telly in the trailer waiting for my three scenes today. Next week we are back on interiors, so I will be much warmer. It is hard to believe it is February already."
"Wish I were there to help keep you warm," Robert said sadly, then brightened. "Hey, Valentines' Day is right around the corner."
"Yes, just a next week. So, do you have any plans?" Alan joked. He wanted to talk and flirt with Robert all day, but knew he only had a little time left to make the most of this conversation. He sighed and finally turned on the light next to the bed.
"If I could I would fly out there and spend it with you, but it is a light filming day. They think they can make up the 16 hour a day weeks with a light day here and there." Robert rolled his eyes and hoped that Alan heard the sarcasm. "But if you are free, we can make a date. Say I call you about 8pm your time?"
"You make a very tempting offer." Alan closed his eyes and could visualize touching Robert's cheek. "It might be a long day, they fell behind a little and are making up for it, but call me and hopefully I will be able to escape for your phone call."
"Sounds good! If you do have to escape, hope you can find some place private for our little discussion." Robert yawned, looking at the bedside clock and counting the number of hours he could look forward to sleeping in. His phone beeped. “Just a second, someone is trying to call.” He pulled the phone away to check the name. It was Kat again. She seemed to be becoming a problem. He shook his head and put the phone back to his ear. “Okay.”
"Do you need to get that call?" Alan asked, sitting up and stretching.
"No, it can go to voice mail. I don’t want to lose any time that could be better spent talking to you.” He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and tossed it on the bed, awkwardly trying to unfold it with one hand. “Are you getting any time away from the set?"
"Yes, I get a few days off mid February. I am heading back to London to catch some football." The game that he used to love so much seemed a whole lot unimportant “Robert, I miss you. I miss so much about you. If I had more posh words, you might find me writing pouncy poetry about how much I miss you. I hate these times apart."
Robert's smile slowly faded as he was reminded, once again, of the distance separating them. "I hate being apart from you, too." Robert finally said, after a moment's pause.
Alan took a deep breath. Time to take off the gloves. “Maybe one of these days we can get a place together. An actual home. No more flats…” The silence in his ear was painful.
Robert stopped spreading out the wrinkles in the blanket. “I-Let’s talk about this later? Please?” Robert winced at his tone, and hoped Alan wasn’t doing the same and that he would just drop the subject.
Alan winced, stung. That went well, he thought sarcastically. Is he ever going to be ready for something more? "I hate to say this, but I need to go in a few. I might try to call you, well, later today for me, and tomorrow for you. Any time that is best?" Acting as if nothing had happened always hurts less.
"Mornings and nights are best. Looks like the next few days the shoots will be long." He tried to hold back a yawn. The thought of more days similar to the one he had just had made him even more tired than he was already.
"Answer if you can, at least drop me an e-mail. Tell me how the weather is and what special treats the caterers bring for you to nosh on." Alan looked at the clock. He was going to be late if he stayed in bed any longer. "Robert, take care of yourself. I miss you and I love you.”
"I will." Robert could hear the urgency in Alan's voice. "I'll talk to you when I can."
"Alright love, talk to you soon." He tossed back the blankets and climbed out of bed.
"Goodbye, Alan." He set the phone down on his dresser and slowly crawled into bed between the cold sheets. The goodbyes were getting harder to stand and he wondered how he was going to manage to get to sleep when it felt like there was a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.
Alan set the phone down and braced himself against the wall to gather himself. This just felt so wrong. They needed to stop this. It was too hard to say goodbye.
11.08 Lies I Tell Myself
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Error 404 11.7
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: 10_per_genre 10 Regret (Angst)
Word Count: 1295
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert surprises Alan with a phone call and Alan surprises Robert with a suggestion.
Authors’ Notes: Feel free to friend us if you want to read a day ahead of the communities.
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Smile
Alan was vaguely aware of a ringing noise. In his dream it was a bird warning him of danger. His hand reached out and groped for the handset as he tried to shake himself awake. "Hello...?"
Robert could hear the grogginess in Alan's voice and he winced. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Alan sat up, and tried to orientate himself. He sank back under the covers and cleared his throat. "Yes, but it is a good way to wake up."
"I'm sorry to wake you. I wanted to make sure and catch you before you had to start filming. Also,” he added sheepishly, “I am really sorry for falling asleep on you like that the other night.” He sat down in his armchair and crossed a leg over his knee, absently tracing the lines on his pajamas.
"You have had a hard month, love, I understand, and I have to admit, listening to your gentle snores is a sound I miss." Alan looked over at the clock. He didn’t need to be up for another thirty minutes, so he had time for a nice chat with Robert. It struck Alan in this moment how much he just wanted to be back with him, sod everything else. "You can always wake me, you know that. How did your day go?"
"Well...there is some bit of news we were just told that I can tell you. If you can keep a secret," Robert added playfully.
Alan scrubbed his face with his free hand, trying to wake up. "Of course."
"Turns out, it looks like I--Wilson--will be getting a regular girlfriend. By regular, she lasts at least three weeks. Hugh is rubbing his hands, looking forward to what the writers give him to do to be obnoxious."
"Anything I should be jealous of? And I am sure Hugh will be happy to play the bastard to the hilt."
Robert laughed. "You are perfectly safe. And we all know that this is all just yet another reason to show how possessive House is."
"It is all about House," Alan laughed, settling back into the blankets and into his conversation with Robert.
“It always is.”
"So, is Ethan's movie worth checking out?"
Robert leaned back, head tilted towards the ceiling, thinking. "Well. It wasn't as bad as I was thinking that it might be."
“Too commercial for your independent tastes?"
"Well...how do I say this...Ethan, sometimes is drawn towards things that are odd."
“You, are not known for your mainstream tastes either." Alan laughed.
Robert smiled and laughed softly. Standing to try to keep from nodding off again-he would never live it down-he stood and headed into the bedroom and started getting ready for bed. "What is in your schedule today?"
"Not too bad, we are filming exteriors, so I will be bundled up with my portable telly in the trailer waiting for my three scenes today. Next week we are back on interiors, so I will be much warmer. It is hard to believe it is February already."
"Wish I were there to help keep you warm," Robert said sadly, then brightened. "Hey, Valentines' Day is right around the corner."
"Yes, just a next week. So, do you have any plans?" Alan joked. He wanted to talk and flirt with Robert all day, but knew he only had a little time left to make the most of this conversation. He sighed and finally turned on the light next to the bed.
"If I could I would fly out there and spend it with you, but it is a light filming day. They think they can make up the 16 hour a day weeks with a light day here and there." Robert rolled his eyes and hoped that Alan heard the sarcasm. "But if you are free, we can make a date. Say I call you about 8pm your time?"
"You make a very tempting offer." Alan closed his eyes and could visualize touching Robert's cheek. "It might be a long day, they fell behind a little and are making up for it, but call me and hopefully I will be able to escape for your phone call."
"Sounds good! If you do have to escape, hope you can find some place private for our little discussion." Robert yawned, looking at the bedside clock and counting the number of hours he could look forward to sleeping in. His phone beeped. “Just a second, someone is trying to call.” He pulled the phone away to check the name. It was Kat again. She seemed to be becoming a problem. He shook his head and put the phone back to his ear. “Okay.”
"Do you need to get that call?" Alan asked, sitting up and stretching.
"No, it can go to voice mail. I don’t want to lose any time that could be better spent talking to you.” He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and tossed it on the bed, awkwardly trying to unfold it with one hand. “Are you getting any time away from the set?"
"Yes, I get a few days off mid February. I am heading back to London to catch some football." The game that he used to love so much seemed a whole lot unimportant “Robert, I miss you. I miss so much about you. If I had more posh words, you might find me writing pouncy poetry about how much I miss you. I hate these times apart."
Robert's smile slowly faded as he was reminded, once again, of the distance separating them. "I hate being apart from you, too." Robert finally said, after a moment's pause.
Alan took a deep breath. Time to take off the gloves. “Maybe one of these days we can get a place together. An actual home. No more flats…” The silence in his ear was painful.
Robert stopped spreading out the wrinkles in the blanket. “I-Let’s talk about this later? Please?” Robert winced at his tone, and hoped Alan wasn’t doing the same and that he would just drop the subject.
Alan winced, stung. That went well, he thought sarcastically. Is he ever going to be ready for something more? "I hate to say this, but I need to go in a few. I might try to call you, well, later today for me, and tomorrow for you. Any time that is best?" Acting as if nothing had happened always hurts less.
"Mornings and nights are best. Looks like the next few days the shoots will be long." He tried to hold back a yawn. The thought of more days similar to the one he had just had made him even more tired than he was already.
"Answer if you can, at least drop me an e-mail. Tell me how the weather is and what special treats the caterers bring for you to nosh on." Alan looked at the clock. He was going to be late if he stayed in bed any longer. "Robert, take care of yourself. I miss you and I love you.”
"I will." Robert could hear the urgency in Alan's voice. "I'll talk to you when I can."
"Alright love, talk to you soon." He tossed back the blankets and climbed out of bed.
"Goodbye, Alan." He set the phone down on his dresser and slowly crawled into bed between the cold sheets. The goodbyes were getting harder to stand and he wondered how he was going to manage to get to sleep when it felt like there was a lead weight in the pit of his stomach.
Alan set the phone down and braced himself against the wall to gather himself. This just felt so wrong. They needed to stop this. It was too hard to say goodbye.
11.08 Lies I Tell Myself